#Marie Lorraine

[hauntedbystorytelling]

The McDonagh siblings, clockwise from top: John, Phyllis, Isabel and Paulette.

The siblings are wearing fancy dress and appear to be play-acting outdoors. The date and location of this photograph is unknown, but it may have been taken somewhere along the Hawkesbury River in New South Wales in the 1920s. | src NFSA

#McDonagh sisters #McDonagh siblings #silent era #1920s #NFSA #women artists #female filmmakers #Paulette McDonagh #vintage photography #fancy dresses #costume #Isabel McDonagh #Marie Lorraine #Phyllis McDonagh #Australia #Australian film pioneers

[crazyoffher]

THOUGHTS & PRAYERS.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: drunk at a party, it takes you more effort to calm jenna's actions than you expected.

warnings: smut (18+) — masturbation, strap-on referred to as “cock”, praise, teasing, small mention of light choking, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slapping (yippee!), shortly withheld orgasm, begging -> mentions of alcohol (drunk!jenna), weed, and use of vulgar language. dom!r + sub!j

word amount: 4700+

a/n: happy (very late 😭) birthday, wes :) @wesstars

“Maybe we should go, Jen.”

You tugged the short girl by her arm mindlessly, failing to remember her drunken, unstable frame of mind. She stumbled into you, her hands moving to stabilize herself on your chest with a sharp yelp of terror. 

Your hands wrapped around her waist to keep her upright, sending fake smiles to those who eyed the two of you. “Sorry! This is what I mean, Jenna. You’ve had enough to drink; why don’t we call it a d-”

“No!” Jenna’s face buried itself into your chest for a split second, seemingly to catch her breath, before she pushed herself off you with a lazy grin. “I’m fine, love. Go,” she pushed your chest playfully, “and enjoy yourself for once! I’ll be by the table.”

Her speech slurred, and you reminded yourself to give a couple of her friends an earful later for getting her into that state. You watched with a sigh as she stumbled into the house's living room, shoulders tense from your worry, and you laughed at the irony of her words. She was the one causing you the stress she claimed you needed to get rid of, so how could she advise you to unwind?

You followed your feet to the backyard of the house, where the view of a softly illuminated pool area and the scent of the outdoors offered a welcome contrast to the raucous noise of people chatting loudly over booming music and the lingering smell of alcohol and marijuana (along with whatever else was circulating inside the house). The only break in the noise was the group of four people by the hot tub, engaged in animated and playful banter.

The pool shone as you grew closer to it, sitting down on the edge of it with your knees hugging up to your chest. You never liked loud things or partying, and everybody you met and knew found humor in it, as that was mainly what your entire acting career was built around. You couldn’t go a month without being dragged to a lousy party that consisted of at least one person trying to get you high, and hell, the only reason you went to the one you sullenly found yourself at currently was because of your girlfriend.

“Uh, hey.”

Your mind snapped away from your lost thoughts, and you turned to be met with a girl who gave you a delicate smile, wrapped in a towel with wet hair dripping down the top of her back and onto the covering fabric. “Can I sit with you?”

You only nodded, the tips of your fingers drumming along to a beat that played in your head, to try and disregard the half-naked girl beside you. She didn’t seem to be much of a bother, though, awaiting only the soft company that she felt you would provide.

“Not a talker, I suppose?” Her head quirked up from its formerly bent stature, turning with raised eyebrows in the hope that you’d answer her question, which you did. “Not really with people I meet, let alone a girl that seems to be naked underneath a towel.”

Her smile grew at the monotone joke you spurred, and she let out a mild breath to resemble the humor she found in it. It was only when she first sat down that you realized, from your peripherals, that there was no strap of a bra or bathing suit visible on her shoulders, and you almost knocked yourself in the head in a physical manner for not realizing sooner.

You questioned her. “Come on; aren’t you freezing? It’s like 45 degrees out.” Your neck craned away, feeling your tenses of shivers overcome you, and you pondered how the girl seemed unfazed by the chilly weather. “I grew up in Minnesota. I used to go skinny dipping in frozen lakes, so I think I’m good for this weather.”

Her speaking to you made you feel uneasy in a way, considering the lack of clothes she stood in and the thoughtless conversation she was advancing toward you. Jenna would undoubtedly give you an earful for even allowing her near you, but you shook the thought away at the girl's following words and the overcoming fact that Jenna was probably cornered by flirtatious men at that moment.

“Plus, this wasn’t even my idea.” She gestured to her covered body, and you picked up on the fact that she was referring to her lack of clothing. “It was my boyfriend's over there. Bet me around twenty bucks I couldn’t last in that volcano pool even in this weather, but that sucker quit before I was even getting started.”

Her finger stretched outward, pointing in the direction of a man covered in two towels, visibly shaking from the frostiness, and you let out a small snicker at the sight. Alright, maybe it wasn’t such a tense situation then, but you still couldn’t help but worry about Jenna in the back of your mind and whether you should go check on her.

As if the universe could read your mind, your phone buzzed with a custom ring that you had designed for Jenna’s messages, and the semi-naked girl's eyes widened at the sight of you practically clawing into your pants for the device. You pulled it out with strength, almost dropping it into the pool in the process, before hurryingly clicking on Jenna’s message.

Com gt me i thined ive hac enuh two drivnk

Where are you?

K154hen flerr

“What do you think this says?” You pointed your phone toward the girl, darted a finger at the most recent text sent by Jenna, and her eyes squinted in an attempt to decode. “Kitchen floor?”

“Bingo.” You rang, pulling yourself up from the concrete floor, and the girl held onto her towel as she managed to get on her feet. You darted your eyes between her and her boyfriend, who still sat there, wrapping a third towel around him that seemed to be for the remaining people in the hot tub, and you raised an eyebrow at her. “Well, if you excuse me, I have to go and retrieve my drunk girlfriend.”

“I might as well go with you,” she said as she adjusted the towel, turning to glance at her boyfriend. “I left his and my clothes in a room upstairs, and I think he needs his.”

“Be my guest.” You moved to the side, allowing the unnamed girl to go ahead, to which she sauntered, giving her boyfriend a warning of her temporary absence as she headed up the small hill to the back door with you trailing behind. The stench of weed and alcohol hit you like a flash flood, and you mentally recoiled at the stench that seemed to have grown stronger.

“Jenna?” You called out as you turned to the kitchen, swerving past girls and guys who were spilling their drinks, and you spotted the girl on the floor with a tired expression etched on her face. A smile grew on her lips at the sight of you, though it dropped almost immediately when her eyes met the semi-naked girl behind you, who whispered to you with curious eyes, “Hey, I think you forgot to mention you were dating Jenna Ortega.”

“Hey!” You lunged forward at Jenna’s attempt to stand up, holding the drunken girl in your grip when she stumbled on nothing but air, though that didn’t deter her attitude toward your new friend. “Keep away from my girlfriend!”

“Jenna,” you warned, sending the girl behind you a look of sorrow, to which she just nodded, “Relax, baby. You’re drunk, you know that?”

“Nuh-uh.” She pouted, clinging onto your torso in an iron-grip hug to try and divert you away from the girl, sending her looks of anger that she seemed to back up at. “I’ll go get my clothes.” She pointed to the stairs behind her all the while backing up, to which you nodded while trying to stabilize Jenna further.

“Yeah, leave, you whore!”

“Jenna!” You scolded her, and she muttered something incomprehensible before burying her face in your chest. You could smell the mixture of alcohol and her perfume, and that alone told you enough about her current state. “You got it?”

“Mhm.” She hummed when you had to pull her away from you and set her on her feet, only for her to take one step forward and crash into the table in front of her. You held back a laugh and put on a face of worry, pulling Jenna up only to see her laughing at her tumble.

Once more, she wrapped her arms around you and buried her face into your chest with a sigh, her drunken haze spurring more than just her inability to walk stably. “Do you know what I would love to do?” Her words were slurring, and she gave out a slight giggle at the end of her sentence, giving you a small idea of her next words.

“What is it?”

She spoke one word that you couldn’t comprehend before she giggled again, moving her face from your chest to raise herself an inch or two on the tips of her shoes, her lips grazing your ear as she spoke out a slurry, “For you to bend me over this table and fuck me raw for everybody to see.”

Your eyes widened immediately, and you felt a small burn in your stomach when her fanged teeth nibbled gently at your earlobe and her hands slid down your abdomen. You could only thank God and your alcohol-addicted party-thrower friend for managing to get 95% of the party attendees drunk out of their minds.

“Freaky and tempting,” you said, leaning into Jenna’s touch and watching a small grin tug its way onto her face, “but no.” And so you pushed her away, getting a small whine out of her while her hands bawled into fists on your shirt, trying to pull you closer to no avail.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, your hand gripping the base of her right one as you tugged her along and out of the kitchen area. “Now come on. I can’t drive you home without the fear of you somehow making us crash, so you are going upstairs.” You pointed to the staircase that the two of you advanced toward, and Jenna let out a small giggle at the thought of you and her alone in a guest bedroom, her mind rushing to dirty thoughts.

It took a while, with emphasis on the ‘while’, to get Jenna up the stairs; her legs seemed to have forgotten how to raise themselves, so with multiple rounds of struggle, you ended up dragging her by her torso up the stairs while she laughed wildly. Your key plunged into the hole of the lock, cracking open the door with the small piece of metal your friend had gifted you when he first bought the mansion, seeing as he kept all his guest doors locked for privacy.

“Okay, ther- baby, no.” A grunt left your mouth when Jenna attempted to pull you down on the bed with her; a loud whine of her own left her mouth when you pulled away your hand that was formerly in her grip, trying to be pushed down into her crotch.

Her head dug into the bed, whining from the sexual denial you granted. “Why not?” 

“I’m not going to touch you when you can’t give me a truthful form of consent, baby. I’ll be back.” You turned to the door, shaking your head at Jenna’s loud groan at the idea of your temporary departure. “We’re dating, for fucks sake! How much more consent could you need?”

With a slight hop in your step, you hurried down to the kitchen, where you had previously encountered chaos, to get water bottles with the intention of trying to sober Jenna up. You ran into your friend on the way back up, and he gave you a good laugh at your explanation regarding Jenna before approving your request to stay the night.

“Just don’t fuck in my bed, ‘aight?”

“I promise I won’t!” You meant it at the time, though your statement didn’t withhold itself later, to his demise.

“Jenna?- oh!” You shut the door behind you quickly, gulping at the sight of Jenna sprawled out on the bed, her pants long discarded on the edge of the bed along with her underwear, and her hand in between her legs. She moaned breathlessly, finding relief in rolling her hips into her hand, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan when she locked eyes with you.

“Please, baby, this isn’t enough.” She begged, her hand circling her clit with a sloppy pace, and her heaving breaths contracted her sentence. “Need you so bad, please.”

Your hand dove for the door handle from behind you, turning the lock, and that gave Jenna a glint of excitement; she’d finally get what she desired and-

“No, and drink these.” You put your hand up, referring to the four water bottles that you managed to stack into a single hand, before walking forward to set them down on the nightstand beside the bed.

Jenna’s hand retracted from her clit, the nub throbbing with need, and she pulled herself up with the remaining strength that held her to sit on the edge of the bed, facing you. “I can see it,” and even through the slurs, her voice still sounded like honey, “You want it too, and this is me giving you my co-consent, or whatever the hell it is you want.” Her arms stretched forward, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you flush against her, hands snaking to your bottom half with an erratic shiver from you.

“Please,” Her thighs managed to encapture your left leg, and she wasted no time in thrusting her hips into your clothed body, a burning sensation pooling its way back into her stomach. “Fuck, I need you, ri-what the-?”

She yelled out in shock, pulling away from you and moving to wipe off the liquid you had thrown at her face. “What the fuck, (Y/N)?”

You sighed, closing the cap of the now half-empty water bottle before throwing it toward her. “Is that bringing you to life, finally?” 

“I’m not drinking this.” She argued, throwing it toward you just for you to deflect it and toss it back in her lap. It only took the look in your eye for Jenna to open the bottle and start drinking, shrinking under your dead gaze and dribbling water on herself.

She maneuvered around on the bed in discomfort from both her wet shirt and her aching clit, moving to discard her shirt. Jenna’s body was breathtaking, and she still found hope that she’d get what she desired most when you couldn’t tear your eyes off of her perky breasts no matter how hard you tried, eyes darting back and forth to try and not make it obvious, but she could see right through you.

“(Y/N),” she whispered, her words like silk, and you turned your head to meet her gaze. “Please.” 

Her voice, formerly smooth, had turned desperate, her thighs rubbing against one another to find a sense of relief, and she whimpered at the small senses of pleasure while making eye contact with you. You practically drooled at the sight of her completely naked, desperate for your touch, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold off.

“Jenna?” Her head shot up at your voice, the same sense of desperation lingering in her eyes and through the small whimpers that left her mouth. “What’s your last name?”

“Ortega. Is that good enough confirmation for you now?” Her voice grew in angst, becoming more deterred by each moment you left her naked, completely vulnerable, in front of you.

“Alright.”

You sighed, and before Jenna could comprehend what you had said, you were on top of her with your legs entrapping her thighs, pulling her into a brutal kiss that she immediately reciprocated. Her hands roamed your body, sliding underneath your shirt to feel the way your muscles contracted under her touch, sending excessive shivers down your back that she ached to deepen.

In a merciless grind against your clothed core, Jenna's hands dug down to your belt, only to be slapped away and repositioned above her head, linked together as your hand bound them with your wrist. Her back met the bed, and you wasted no time in angling her head to the side with your other hand to sink your teeth into her neck flesh, like a vampire, to create a later painful and dark hickey—a marking.

“Fuck.” She moaned out, eyes shut, with a whimper to follow at the piercing mania. As you felt up her waist, your fingers trailed along the center of her body before you licked her neck, moving your hand per the arch her back made. Jenna’s fingers dug into your scalp, pulling you closer to her neck while she resumed her hip movement.

“Come here,” you whispered, removing yourself from Jenna. A whine fell from her lips until she was directed onto your waist, her breasts jumping straight in your face, and you sneered in satisfaction. Your hands ran up and down the outline of her body, feeling the way her body curled inward from her perfect figure, and you always made sure to acknowledge it.

Your eyes traced from where your hands led before meeting her gaze with a tilt of your head, and how your eyes looked oh-so innocent drove Jenna’s mind wild, a drastic comparison forming from her desperate, needy eyes. She followed your eyes as you moved your head forward, taking a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it feverishly. You relished the way Jenna reacted: a loud moan, head flying back, and her hands digging into your scalp to push you further into her, if possible.

“Agh- fuck!” 

The contact itself wasn’t all that pleasurable, but the recognition that it was your mouth on her body was enough to send her mind spiraling. She was too swept up in the lust, acting as if she had never experienced one’s touch, to pay attention as your fingers slid into the tiny space between her core and your waist until one of your fingers bumped against her clit. A loud gasp erupted from her, and her hips immediately ground down into your hand.

“Baby, no,” you warned, but she didn’t stop her movements, pushing and rolling her hips into your hand to gain sensational pleasure. Boldly, she reached both her hands down to grasp at yours and push it further into her core, but her plan would not succeed by itself.

You pushed your body forward, leading Jenna’s movements to a halt in a collapsed state. Now resuming the position on her back, she let out a whine that grew into a loud yelp when your hand met her dripping pussy with a harsh smack. “I said no; you got that?”

When she didn’t reply, you sent another smack to her pussy that made her legs shake, a blissful whine erupting from her, and she nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” you purred, leaning your weight down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. Your fingers lingered on her cheek, running their tips along her jawbone, before you withdrew your hand to deliver a light smack to the skin, compelling Jenna to groan and bite her lip. “You’ll never realize how mad you drive me.”

Jenna’s eyes widened when she felt a hard surface rut against her dripping core, drowning the surfacing fabric of your pants in her slick, and she bit back moans at the slow pace you ground on her. “You’ve had that the whole night?”

“I didn’t expect you to get drunk, baby,” your thumb encircled her lips, “and I didn’t want to do anything else tonight but fuck you rough in that pool outside, but this will do.” 

Jenna sucked on your finger when you inserted it in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the skin, and it gave you a purposeful reminder of how she’d suck off your strap-on any day, her knees constantly bruised from the wooden flooring she’d kneel on while whoring out her mouth for your cock.

The imagery that flashed through your mind made you drive your thumb inside her deeper while your other hand worked at your belt, taking off the leather lining to release the grip it had on your waist. Instead of unbuttoning the clothing article, you simply unzipped it to open the crotch and wasted no time in pulling out the silicone material, pushing the tip against Jenna’s clit to send her mind spiraling.

She let out pitiful moans as you continued to finger-fuck her mouth, ‘accidentally’ pushing the silicone tip further into her clit and making her hips buck up in desperation, and her teary, doe-eyed pupils looked up at you with silent pleads. You enjoyed the view more than anything; finding Jenna underneath you, so needy and ready for your cock, was a sight people yearned for, but only you could ever get it.

“You want it, hm?” Your hips drew forward with a stern smirk growing on your lips, swiftly entering the tip halfway into her before snapping your hips back, and Jenna bit at your thumb. The hair that covered her face in her disheveled state jumped up as she nodded her head eagerly, finding difficulty in begging when your thumb was knuckle-deep in her mouth, tickling at her throat.

“I can tell; you’re practically drooling, baby.” A dribble of spit was rolling down her chin, and you knew it was solely because of your thumb shoved deep into her mouth, but why waste a perfect opportunity for teasing? It’d be so unlike you.

With a loud pop and a string of saliva attached, you removed your thumb from Jenna’s mouth, and she let out sharp breaths that soon grew into whines of discomfort. Her whines grew heavier as she started to grind her hips into your cock, her head flung back, and her hands gripped the bedsheets with intense strength while she tried to bring herself to orgasm from just grinding on you.

“No, alright? Can you hear me this time?” You pushed down on her hips in an attempt to still them, but your words only fell on deaf ears. Her movements were unwavering, and she pressed herself against you while whining louder and louder. Her back arched, and her nipples hardened from the intensity of what she was feeling, all the while disobeying your command purposefully just so she could feel something.

A shaky moan escaped her lips when your hand brought itself forward for a harsh smack to her breast, immediately taking two fingers to tug at her nipple afterward and leaving Jenna to choke for air. “What, you can’t fucking listen to me? I said no.”

Jenna never got her chance to apologize insincerely, flaring her mouth with the expectation of words to come out, but the only thing that left those plump lips was a high-pitched moan at the unexpected movement of you sinking your entire cock into her. Despite having no neural connection with the silicone that drove your girlfriend crazy, you could feel Jenna stretch around it, and the acknowledgment alone could have left you braindead.

“Fuck,” you groaned, finding pleasure in the dumbed-up expression on Jenna’s face alone, “taking me so fucking well. I can almost feel you, baby; it’s driving me insane.” Your hips retracted with no intention of slowing down, finding enjoyment in the tormented countenance that shone on Jenna, the pain and pleasure mixture practically splattering on her face.

You thrust along at a moderate speed, holding Jenna’s waist and upholding her slightly to drive your cock deeper into her, forming her into a moaning mess in a matter of seconds. Even through the loud music booming from outside the room, your attention was focused on the breathtaking girl in front of you, all submissive and so needy for you with those pleading whines that left her mouth, mindlessly begging you to go faster.

“Yeah, want me to go faster, hm?” Jenna’s head perked up at your inquiry, bobbing back and forth in a wordless answer, and you gripped her nipple tight once more. “You have a voice. Use it.”

She let out a whiny “please” before reaching up to grasp your hand that was around her breast for support, discreetly trying to roll her hips further into your cock. “I said to stop doing that.” You tugged at her nipple upward, farther than last time, and Jenna let out a shriek at the shock of pain that inflicted her. “A simple please won’t get you anywhere; you want to act like a whore tonight? Then beg like one.”

The only thing that left her lips was a grunt when you snapped your hips forward, bottoming into her with a single movement, and the slowed retraction of your hips was enough to get her going. “Fuck, please, baby! I need you so bad…” Her words droned out in a sobbing tone, throwing her head back in disoriented whines. “Need you deep in me right now. Please.”

You bent down to give her a kiss of appreciation before driving your hips deep inside her. A girthy moan left her lips that turned into high-pitched moans when you thrust faster into her, holding on to her hips for support. You met her eyes, melting in the way they looked up at you with a combination of gratitude and pleasure. Oh, how she looked so pretty under you.

Your pace grew faster by the second, sweat beads forming at the edge of your hairline while your hand dove down, rubbing Jenna’s aching clit. Her back arched up almost immediately, letting out a moan that you’d be surprised nobody heard even through the music that played through the house, droned out between the two of you behind the locked door. Your eyes lingered on the way her thighs started to tremble and the way her breaths grew heavier between moans, making you smirk in satisfaction.

“God, I wish I could feel you, ‘cause I know that you would feel so good.” You breathed, unintentionally letting out a small moan that was soon discarded from Jenna’s mind when you snapped your hips roughly, sending her mind spiraling. “You’re close, hm? Think you can hold it off for a little, baby?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she managed to say, her mind dumbing down when your hand slithered up her chest to squeeze lightly at her neck. Her pleasure increased with each passing second, and her cunt ached for a release that she knew she could not grant without making you angry at her for disobeying.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You reassured her, not failing to notice the way your movements became more restricted. Jenna’s walls tightened to hold back her orgasm, which desperately ached against the walls of her cunt. Her breathing labored as her hands clawed their way up to your shoulders, pushing you down and against her to hook her thighs on your hips.

Her head leaned into the crook of your neck, filthy moans leaving her mouth instantly when you spewed out the words, “Cum for me,” and so she did. As she rose to her high, your hands dove to her back, arms encircling her torso. With each passing second, her body trembled increasingly, until the only sensation left for your hands to hold onto was the feeling of her labored breathing.

One of your hands made its way to her chest, dipping between the small gap of her breasts to settle over her heart, soothing the area with your thumb while you directed her breathing to try and ease her mind. “Are you okay?”

She only nodded her head, her hands sliding their way up to the back of your head to pull you in for a deep kiss, showcasing her appreciation despite her former misbehaving antics. You gave her a solemn smile, rehooking both your hands on the small of her back to push her onto your lap. Your back met the headboard, and Jenna’s head dipped down to give you one more kiss. Shivers ran down her spine when your breath tickled her ear.

“Think you can give me one more?”

☟

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[classypauli]

𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹’𝑺 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

Part 2

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

Summary: After so long Tara finally meets you again... only this time a little drunk.

Word count: 3k

It has now been a couple of weeks since visiting the hospital. People would think that Tara has already forgotten about what happened but the opposite is true. In those weeks there wasn´t a day she would not think about you. Her mind was repeating what happened and everytime a smile grew on her face. Mindy and Chad started to make fun of her, saying she looked like a kid first time having a crush. She doesn´t care.

Tara wanted to see you, so badly. She started thinking about how to get to see you again, like she would play another attack and go to the hospital, which to be honest was too cruel, or she would just go there and act like she had some examination and suddenly she saw you start to talk with you, then you would ask her to go on a date with her, you would start dating and-

God, she needs to stop. Young Carpenter sighed and put her head on the table. The voice of her professor was muted in her ears, today she felt like sleeping, just laying in her bed all day doing nothing. It was friday and she promised to go to some party. Mindy has been talking about it forever.

„Mindy I´m not in a mood right now.“ The girl turned her forehead against the table.

„I didn´t even say anything!“ Mindy scanned the shorter girl, looking for any signs of sickness. „You don´t feel good?“ she asked now with a normal tone. Tara shook her head.

„Well then we should probably call some doctor, who knows, maybe they will help you.“ Tara punched the girl beside her, making an angry noise from being teased on.

„Who does he think he is?!“ Tara was angry. They were currently at the party Mindy talked about. Everything was fine at first, everyone was minding their business, and they danced and drank, talked and joked around. It was so much fun.

But that fun soon disturbed that idiot Frankie. He was being himself of course and was trying to get with every girl there, including Tara. But the girl wasn´t in the mood for his stupid games. At first, she ignored him but as soon as he was touchy and started grabbing her to go upstairs, she became furious.

She yelled at him so hard the boy even flinched, wasn´t expecting this behavior from a sweet girl like Tara. Yeah, like she was some easy prey. He then became angry and embarrassed but knowing a lot of people were around him he couldn´t do anything.

„He is a prick Tara forget about him.“ Mindy was standing beside her watching as her friend was getting more alcohol into her cup. Tara wasn´t really drunk, yet at least. And after this incident, she just wanted to get alcohol into her system to forget about his ugly ass face.

„Like...“ the short girl let out and furious sigh out of her lips. „he is such a fucking idiot I´m surprised no girl has punched him yet.“ Tara shook her head at the bitter taste as the alcohol touched her tongue. Maybe she will be first.

„Oh! And on top of that-“

„Tara.“ Mindy said from her side but she only continued, she didn´t even notice the hand of her on her right shoulder.

„-he even-„

„Tara.“ Mindy said a little louder through the loud music that was playing in the house.

„Fuck Mindy what!“ Tara looked at her friend, raising her voice a little. She wasn´t angry at her, of course not and Mindy also knew that, but Tara had a short temper.

„Apollo at 9 o´clock.“

Tara turned pale. Her eyes widen and her body becomes stiff. She felt like she had forgotten how to breathe. What did she say? No, that can´t be. The only person they were calling Apollo was...

„Tara fucking turn around.“ Mindy said between her clenched teeth as she kept looking at the way she told her to look at.

Tara took a big breath trying to calm her beating heart and shot her eyes to the left. There was a group of friends chatting and laughing, they had beers and cups in their hands as they were standing by the side of the room so as not to disturb anybody.

She scanned the group and suddenly saw the familiar figure she had been so desperate to find these past weeks. You were standing there in your civil clothes and cup in your hand. Your bright smile could be seen from every spot of the room, smiling at your friends as you were talking about something, sipping on your drink.

„Tell me I´m not crazy.“ Tara´s eyes kept looking at you as if she was afraid you would disappear again. Her chest kept rising and falling at a fast speed.

„No Tara, you´re definitely not.“ Mindy may only see you from a photo but this was definitely you. You looked far better in a person than in a photo, she must tell.

The young Carpenter turned to Mindy with wide eyes and eyebrows raised. „Oh my God! Oh my God! What do I do?!“ she quickly looked at her clothes if they looked fine. „Do I look good? I don´t have anything between my teeth?“ she smiled widely showing her teeth Mindy to check.

„Stop Tara! Calm down.“ Mindy took her shoulders to make her look at her. „Okay okay stop right now. No, you don´t have anything between your teeth. You´re fine.“

Deep and slow breaths were the next thing she needed to do or she would have another attack and that would be pretty embarrassing. It was just you. Yeah, just the cute doctor who took care of her at the hospital. Yes, only you, as if you were someone special-

Of course, you were special! To her! She wanted to impress you so badly. The girl was always thinking about the ways she would meet you again, what would she say to you, what would she be wearing, and how she would impress you... She looked like a garbage at the moment.

Today Tara didn´t give a fuck about what would her clothes be or how she would style her hair. She just wanted to have a little fun from studying and enjoy the night with her friends.

She looked at your way one more time and your eyes met. You squint your eyes at the girl as if you were trying to remember something. She quickly turned her head to Mindy, a scared look swimming in her eyes.

„Mindy. She saw me.“

„And now she´s making her way here.“

„No, that can´t be real.“

„Oh yes, it is.“

„No no no no.“ Tara shook her head to left and right trying to put herself together. She wasn´t ready to face you. This is not how she imagined your second meeting.

„Hi.“ Mindy looked at you and greeted you back. She took Tara again by her shoulders and turned her to you.

„Hi.“ The short girl said as she was now looking at your pretty eyes. You were smiling at her like you were the first time you saw each other.

„I´m sorry I didn´t wanna disturb but... I think I know you.“ You now lowered your eyebrows a bit and kept scanning Tara´s face.

What? Do you know her? Oh my God, you remember! The girl´s heart started beating in her chest as she now realized that. You wouldn´t remember if she didn´t catch your attention, right? Right?!

„Uhm... I-“

„Oh! I know! You were in a hospital! I knew you were familiar.“ You smiled widely at her, you looked happy that you could remember after all a lot of people came through your hands every day.

Tara breathed out as she looked down. „Yeah,“ she laughed „you got me.“

„Oh, you okay now? You had any complications after?“ You kept asking her as you scanned her face and body, not in a disgusting way. But let´s be honest, Tara wouldn´t mind that either.

The shorter girl smiled softly, playing with her hands as she was softly swaying her body to the sides like a small child. „No no, everything has been fine since then.“ She smiled shyly at you. „Thanks again.“. You just shook your head like she had nothing to thank for. You were just too sweet.

Mindy offered you and your group to be with them and after the introduction, some went to drink more in the kitchen or went to the dance floor. The three of you along with some of your friends were sitting on a couch in a living room with drinks in your hands, talking and laughing at others' dancing skills.

You were so friendly and your friends too, Tara was looking at you the whole time, listening carefully every time you started speaking so none of the words could slip her. The Carpenter didn´t even notice how much alcohol she drank, guess it was because of the stress from your presence but as soon as she stood up, she could feel everything.

Oh no. Her mind was now spinning, „I´m going to the toilet.“ Mindy offered to go with her as she saw her friend's face. She was drunk.

„Oh my God, Mindy.“ These were the first words that left her mouth as she saw herself in a mirror. Her eyes were down and her face was all sweaty from the hot room and alcohol. Tara touched her cheek at the state and turned around to her friend. „I can´t go back looking like this.“ Her mind was spinning and she barely could control her legs. „I´m so fucked up.“

Mindy was behind her smirking, leaning against the bathroom door, clearly dunk as well. „Tomorrow morning will be fun.“ She laughed to herself, eyes closed from the sharp light of the bathroom.

„Hey! Are you even listening to me?“ Tara went to her but stumbled a little. Mindy laughed at her clumsy friend. She wasn´t as drunk as Tara, she could still walk normally. The only thing she was more giggling than usual.

„Come on, it´s fine. Or do you wanna leave Y/N?“ Mindy asked Tara. „Did you forget about how you were these couple of weeks?“.

Right. She can´t do that. She needs to get your number, at least that. They went to the group again but with each step they took the alcohol in their system could be felt more and more. Tara was now so drunk that she laughed at everything she saw. The girl sat beside you again but this time a little more closer than she was before, you turned to her and smiled at her. She giggled at you as she tilted her head a little.

You could see her cheeks were red and her eyes had fallen a little. Every time she was speaking her voice was really loud and her hands were everywhere around the place, even almost smacked you but you were quick to dodge it. Yep, she was drunk.

Tara´s mobile kept vibrating a couple of times but she only ignored that. It was Sam, she was worried about her because they agreed that Tara would inform her every now and then that everything was fine. The first time you caught the notification you wanted to warn Tara about it but then you saw it.

On her wallpaper was your photo from the hospital, the one with all of your colleagues. The photo was zoomed on your smiling figure, it was so cute you wanted to laugh but you couldn´t. You didn´t want to embarrass her so you played like you didn´t see that.

„So...“ Tara hiccuped as she leaned her hand on the back of the couch behind your head. You raised your eyebrows at her as you were trying to hide the smile from how drunk and cute at the same time she was. „How old are you?“ she kept looking into your eyes as if she was trying to seduce you but was cut by a hiccup again.

Laughing at her now you answered her question. „How old do I look?“

„I don´t know, you look really young to be a doctor. You are a doctor? Or you are a student? How old are you?“ Tara squints her eyes at you. You let out a laugh as you threw your head back at her words, closing your eyes in the process.

Tara was drunk smiling at you, showing her dimples. She didn´t know why you were laughing but it was because of her so she didn´t mind. In her head it meant victory. You wiped your unexisting tears and shook your head. „You are so drunk.“

„No, I´m not! Look I can drink more!“ she went to grab a cup that was on the table in front of the couch but you were quick to take it from her hand.

„Absolutely not, you had too much already.“ Tara wanted to argue with you about it but her thoughts were cut by your touch.

„You have really pretty hands. They are much bigger than mine, look!“ she compared your hands and yes, hers were really small.

„And your fingers are so long... I wonder how it would feel inside of-“

Mindy covered her friend's mouth from beside her. She kept listening to your conversation the whole time, making sure Tara wouldn´t say or do something she would be embarrassed about the next day. Something like this.

„Okay, I think we should head home.“ Mindy wanted to pull Tara on her legs but she didn´t want to stand up and leave you. She kept pouting as she sat a little more closer to you almost sitting at your tights.

„Come on, I will go with you.“ You stood up and gently took her hands to help her on her legs. She smiled like a kid and immediately did what you wanted her to do.

 You and Mindy were taking Tara to her home. Sam was now calling Mindy asking about her sister. She had the right to be mad, she let her go to a party under the condition of her texting her if she was alright.

As you were close to the apartment door Mindy left you two so you could be alone. Tara won´t remember it but Mindy for sure will and she will make sure her friend will pay back for this.

„We are already here.“ Tara whined and turned around to look at you as you now stood in front of her door. „I don´t wanna leave you, I wanna be with you.“ The girl hugged your neck as she put her head on your chest to stare into your eyes.

You laughed at her. „Don´t worry, I´m sure we will see each other again.“

„Do you wanna come inside?“ she smirked and dragged her finger around your shoulder, tilting her head to the side softly. The young Carpenter had clearly enough for today.

„You know I can´t Tara.“ You breathe out with a kind smile on your lips.

„I love it when you call my name, it sounds so different, and also your smile and your eyes and-“

The door from her home suddenly opened and there stood Sam. The three of you kept looking at each other shocked written on your faces, waiting till someone made the first move.

„Uhm... hey I´m Y/N, I don´t know if you remember me.“ You smiled kindly at Tara´s sister. She kept studying you a little, then it hit her. Yeah, you were the one from the hospital. You helped Tara and that was all she needed to know.

„Yeah, I remember.“ She then looked at her sister, slowly shaking her head. Tara´s arms were still around you, not caring that her sister could see everything. „Come on Tara.“

The short girl let out a whine not wanting to let you go. She tightened her grip on you and was now looking at you to save her from her angry sister. „You need to let go of me.“ Your voice was so soft, it was only convincing her to stay but your words said otherwise and she needed to listen to you.

Slowly pulling away from and with a point on her lips, eyes big as if you were saying that you will never see her again. You didn´t even leave and she missed you already. The girl just wanted to stay with you.

„Will I see you again?“ Tara asked as she was almost at her apartment looking for your answer. You nodded your head at her, shooting her one of your smiles with a wink.

„Okay... Goodnight.“ She said with a low voice, putting her head down and leaving you in a hallway. Sam turned to you and gave you a tight-lipped smile.

„Thanks for bringing her here.“

„It´s fine, she´s amazing.“ You looked from the way she disappeared to Sam. „I guess I will head home also. Goodnight.“ You waved at her and started to walk away.

The next morning couldn´t be worse. Tara woke up with a terrible headache and the urge to throw up, Sam was giving her silent treatment, Mindy kept teasing her about yesterday and she had no way of contacting you. Like she would do that, the girl was so embarrassed that she just wanted to bury herself deep into the ground.

Afternoon Mindy and Chad came, and they kept making fun of Tara and her flirting skills. Suddenly her phone rang signaling a new message.

Y/N:) :Heyy, hope you feel better

What? How did you get her number? It was really you?

„Mindy? How did you get Y/N´s contact into my phone?“ Her friend looked at her with a confused face. „Did you give her my number?“ Mindy shook her head, still looking muddled.

„Maybe she did it herself.“ She shrugged her shoulders. „At least you have her number finally!“

Yeah, at least something but when did you make it? Oh yeah, she probably left her phone on the couch when she went to the bathroom. But if you got your phone number into her phone that must mean...

„Oh God... please no.“ She put her head into her hands, covering her red face from embarrassment.

You saw that fucking wallpaper.

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[padawan-historian]

Harriet said "Hold on"

Zora said "Kinfolk over skinfolk"

Pauli said "Hope is a song"

Fannie said "sick n' tired of bein sick n' tired"

Rosa said "Nah"

Audre said "Enuf"

Cori said "Fuck fascism"

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[deep-fried-egg]

Should've said no

CW: jealous Lorraine, Lorraine is a little bit insecure, you're a pornstar, angst to fluff

"Why didn't you disagree y/n!? I thought you knew I have a crush on you!" Lorraine yelled, she's mad at me because I did a scene in RJ's movie with Maxine and didn't disagree with the idea.

"Lorraine I-"

"No! Be quiet! You don't have any excuse!" Lorraine yelled, "I can't believe you would do something so low." Lorraine turned around to storm off to her room, but before she did so she looked over her shoulder to get In one final word. "We're going to talk about this later." As soon as she left I heard footsteps behind me.

"Y/n. What happened?" Maxine

said, "I've known you since kindergarten and even when we first went out you never acted like this. Something's got you upset..." She trailed off.

"Lorraine's mad because I shot that scene with you." I admitted. "And the thing is Maxine," I said turning to face her, "she's right, I don't want to be seen as someone who sleeps around."

I sighed and sat down on my bed. "But, if she wants to think of me like that then so be it."

I feel like I should apologize for what I did... "You know Y/n," Maxine spoke up, "I don't think you should take what Lorraine said to heart."

"Of course it isn't okay that she'd say something like that... I mean I'm just doing my job.  It's just sex." I mumble to myself

I don't want to let anything get to me. I just need to focus on filming, but still Lorraine's words are stuck in my head. I was trying not to think about that, I really was. But I couldn't help but feel like I'm in the wrong...

I know I love Lorraine though.  And I need to tell her that.  But, how do I do that after we just had an argument about me being a pornstar and having sex with people that aren't her even if we aren't together... fuck.

I really need to get this off my chest though.  It's eating me up inside .

"Hey Maxine." I spoke up suddenly, getting her attention. "Do you ever feel like you need to tell someone what your thinking about?" I asked, feeling stupid when she gave me her 'are you crazy look'.

"Uh..." She hesitated, obviously wondering why I asked her that,"Well yeah, I suppose"

"Well, I feel like I need to tell Lorraine how I feel but  I just can't bring myself to." I confessed, looking anywhere but her."It feels selfish and maybe I am being selfish because I know she'll get mad at me if she finds out, but I also feel like it would be worth it if she would see how much I care about her." I told her honestly, finally meeting her eyes.

Maxine paused for a moment, thinking about my question and eventually nodded her agreement, "I think you're probably right. Why don't you just go get some food and ask her tomorrow? She might forgive you if you try." Maxine suggested.

I smiled weakly, "Thanks Maxine." I gave her a small hug, "You're always there for me no matter what."

~*~*~

I walked towards Lorraine's room, knocking gently against the door three times to alert her that it's open, I walked into her room, finding her lying face down on her pillow.

I quickly noticed the tears streaming down her face, "Hey Lorraine." I started, sitting beside her.

She slowly lifted her head, her eyes were swollen from crying, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you." She tried to smile. "You did nothing wrong."

"Nah, it's okay"

I reassured her. We both fell silent for awhile until I decided to break the ice, "Lorraine... I wanted to say something... I feel kinda guilty for shooting that scene with Maxine."

"Oh, don't worry y/n I know you don't actually -

"No!" I interrupted, "That' not it, I swear! It's just..." I started, pausing to gather courage, "It feels so bad seeing you so sad about it."

I waited for a few moments to see if she'd continue to stay quiet and let me speak, but when she didn't say a word I continued, "And there's also another thing I wanted to tell you actually..."

"What is it?" Lorraine asked, wiping away her remaining tears with the back of her hands.

"Lorraine...I think I might have a crush on you." It felt liberating to say those words out loud. I wasn't scared or embarrassed. Instead I felt more confident.

Lorraine's jaw dropped, "You do?! Wait...you said you weren' sure about it! And, how could you have a crush on me? I'm not beautiful. You're gorgeous. Your hair is gorgeous, your eyes are gorgeous, your lips look perfect and you have great body, why would anyone-"

"No, no... Lorraine you're beautiful."  I interrupted, reaching up and running my thumb along her cheek."The only person who doesn't get that beauty is yourself."

"You..." Lorraine stopped herself, looking at me like I've grown two heads or something,"You really think that about me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Even though you know I can' be compared to you. You still think so highly of me?" She was shocked.

"Yes, I do, Lorraine."

"Why would you want to spend time with such a worthless person?" Lorraine sniffed, starting to cry again,"Look at how ugly I look."

"You are not ugly Lorraine," I said sternly, "And don't call yourself 'ugly'." I scolded, "There is absolutely nothing about you that is unloveable."

I reached out and wiped the remaining tears off of her face and held her hand. "Y/n..." Lorraine whispered.  I leaned forward and kissed her softly, Lorraine pulled me closer by my shirt,"Y/n...I-"

Just then Maxine came storming in, interrupting us "Hey guys!! Can I join your huddle?" She asked, laughing.

Lorraine pushed me away from her "Maxine, get out." She growled, glaring daggers at her older friend.

Maxine raised her eyebrows "Ooh, somebody's in a mood." She teased, grabbing her keys, "Have fun y/n!" Maxine sang, leaving the two of us alone. 

once she did we stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds until Lorraine broke the silence with the same question from earlier, "Y/n?" She said softly. I took that as an invitation to sit next to her on her bed and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

"I think, that if you wanted to kiss me, you could've just asked." I said smirking and wiggling my eyebrows. Lorraine laughed quietly, leaning back into my embrace. "So, about that scene..." I started.

"Yeah." Lorraine breathed deeply.  "We can forget about that.

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[slvt4lanadelrey]

Champagne Problems | part two | Jenna Ortega

Warnings: Swearing, kissing

!you can decide whether you want the previous ending, or this one!

Part One | Champagne problems

"I'm sorry" you stood moon struck at the flawless beauty in front of you. To put it in terms of someone who wasn't completely head over heels for the women: she looked like a mess, her hair tied in a loose bun that had been in for far too long so loose hairs were flying around. Her makeup was gone, nothing but strands of the reminding mascara that still ran down her cheeks. Jenna, your jenna? Was she yours, was you hers. Well, Jenna was standing in front of you, looking as beautiful as ever.

She looked nervous, her fingers fidgeting and eyes unable to meet yours.

It had been a total of 3 weeks, 21 days, 503 hours, 1814400 seconds since you looked into the chest-nut eyes, the lagoon of brown that always sparkled whenever they looked at you; when you'd ask your friend's if they noticed the shimmer, the undoubtedly glistening in Jenna's eyes whenever she'd look at you, but they'd always say it was just the light. It wasn't the light, Jenna loved you, and her body acted accordingly: showing off her love with her eyes, her touches, her words. You were her muse, the oxygen she breathed and the music that she'd listen to wherever she felt overwhelmed.

Jenna coughed, her nose stuffy with the tears she'd be drowning in since you left. Her family were like leeches, ringing, messaging, self inviting themselves into her personal space and suffocating her with care; she didn't want their sympathy, she wanted you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." You weren't going to stand there and let her apologise, not when you were the one who left.

"Why are you sorry?" Your voice cracked, croaking out into the room. You were yet to invite her in, embarrassed that you let yourself go after her sister picked up the boxes in your house.

"Because I knew. I mean, when I asked I thought you would say yes, I imagined our fairytale life together. But I knew, Y/N, you've never wanted that and you made it clear within our relationship." She whispered, her eyes were still leaking, tears falling from her cheeks freely. You wanted to make a move, wipe away the water that poisoned her cheeks. Even though she was a pretty crier, it still killed you seeing her in such a state.

Your head rolled onto the door frame, closing your eyes when a shaken sigh left your lips. She was right, you weren't shy about telling her how you pictured your life: she never cared, the only thing that mattered was that she was a part of it; in every universe, every picture you'd paint, Jenna was there.

"Don't cry, Jenna." Somehow, she missed you saying her name. Her name would roll off your tongue, touching the air with a satisfying hum to her ears.

She hiccupped away the pain, her teary eyes falling to the floor.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologising." You pleaded, hands pressing into your eyes. You were stuck with a head aching throbbing pain slamming into your skull; the pain of the nauseating headache was almost enough to have you weep out in pain.

"I don't know what to say. I sort of came here in a hurry, my mom- my mom told me not to, she said you still needed space. I needed to see you, I had to know—" she stopped herself, knowing what she wanted to say would either break or make you. She wanted to scream, plead into the midnight breeze that you were hers, that she would do anything, absolutely anything.

"Know what?" You asked, you wanted her to make you uncomfortable, you wanted her to tell you what she wanted: who she wanted.

"I have to know that we're still—well, that there's still an us?"

Your heart sank, never in a million years would you ever expect such a question to come from Jenna's lips; the two of you were so sure about your relationship, where the both of you stand throughout the whole course. Jenna knew you loved her, that your love rose just like the sun would everyday.

"I just think-"

She didn't let you speak, she brushed into the apartment with a haiste that by the time you blinked she was already situated herself on the island chair.

"We need to talk, I know." She slid her hands up her face, dragging them back down with a slight groan.

You accompanied her, standing in front of the island so the both of your eyes could meet. Call it selfishness, karma, whatever, but you missed her eyes dearly.

"Then talk, tell me everything that went through your head." You mumbled, half heartedly, unsure whether you wanted to dive into the rabbit whole of emotions and questions.

She sighed, holding her hands interlocked with each other before talking.

"I wanted to marry you, I wanted to be able to claim you as my wife, I don't know call it old-fashioned but I just wanted to take that step in our relationship. I thought- maybe if you gave me a chance, maybe, I'd be able to show you that I would be an amazing wife. I supposed I was being stupid." She rolled her head to the counter, releasing a string of different curses.

"I was caught up in a fantasy, my family has made that picture clear."

You didn't say anything, due to the lack of words, the lack of oxygen filtering through your system, everything was too much.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that I asked you, in all places in front of a crowd full of people you weren't familiar with. Will you- can you forgive me, baby?"

The pet name, the soothing way she spoke, her words; she knew you weren't the best with large crowds, but she was admitting her wrongs.

"I'm sorry, Jenna." She looked up at you, tears staining her cheeks.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked, reaching out to collect your hand on her own.

"You shouldn't be sorry for having a reaction, granted- it was embarrassing, but I understand." You sighed, she was too perfect, she was saying all the right things in the moment.

"Jenna, I want to be with you, more than anything. I'm just- we're so fucking young. If- maybe, what if we wait?" She peaked up at the question, the fate she deemed herself wasn't her reality, it was just her own insecurities.

"You- you want to be with me? Like, you still want to be mine?" She squealed, her tears steaming into nothing. She smiled, her dimpled sight filling your eyes, and your heart. She was gorgeous, an absolute sight for you to admire: you only, and that made you feel flushed.

"Yes. Of course, you're my life, Jenna. I'm just not ready to tie the knot, I'm- I promise, we can rethink this decision, we can take our time and not rush our relationship." She nodded to everything you said, taking in all the information you were quickly telling her.

"I am yours Jenna, you've claimed me in every way. I can't imagine, and I don't want to imagine my life without you." She lunged forward, her arms hooking around your neck and pulled you in.

Just your luck, for the counter crushed your ribs that sent an aching pain throb through your body. You hissed, pulling away from her warm embrace.

"Sorry, again." She giggled, letting you fall from her hold. You nodded, moving around the obstacle in your way. You collapsed into her arms, holding her for dear life: scared she would leave, scared she would release you was some type of damaged goods. Your lips surged into hers, she gasped into your sudden force.

You held her cheek, your lips plaguing hers. You kissed, slowly to let the kiss really take over both of your reality. Three weeks, three painful weeks spent without the warmth of Jenna, and having her near made you overdose.

You didn't want to pull away, so when she did you whined.

"Maybe we could settle with moving in with each other? Spend more time with eachothers family, get familiar with everything that may become our normal?" She asked, hope sparkling in her eyes. She leaned forward, kissing your cheek before you could speak again.

"You promise I won't become an afterthought, that you wouldn't prioritise your career over us?" You asked, biting your bottom lip in fear. She pulled away, holding your face in her hands.

"I would never, absolutely never do that. You're my universe, Y/N, you're the only thing worth my time." She promised, sealing the vow with a kiss.

Everything may change, you may change your mind on marriage and one day you'll be an Ortega and live among Jenna's crowd, but for now the both of you would settle for small dates, falling asleep In each other's arms and whispering soft I love yous into the midnight air.

She was your person, she was your Jenna, and she wasn't going to let a small disagreement get in the way of your whole relationship. Embarrassment be damned, Jenna could take the whole harassment off her family; if she had you, that's all that mattered. She asked, and she sadly got a no, but you were still in her arms at the end of the night; so was it that bad?

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[gasolineghuleh]

Oh pleeeeease write more Mary stuff!!!

Love the way you write him

The green fairy ist just 🤌🏻

Have some Goore!

“I always get stuck with the fuckin’ short straw, man.” Mary throws his suitcase onto the full sized bed and it springs open, unleashing a week's worth of dirty laundry onto the floor. He groans again, loudly, bending over with an exaggerated motion to pick up the laundry. You can't help a small tinkle of laughter that slips past your lips and you clap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to contain it. Mary whips over to look at you, one finger outstretched. “And you, Miss-I've-never-even-touched-myself-because-I'm-so-godly, can keep your hands to yourself tonight.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” you say with your hands held up, backing away slowly. “My only intention is to sleep. And don’t act like it’s my fuckin’ fault that the hotel has no doubles right now.” Toeing your way out of your shoes and kicking them over to the wall by the television, you and Mary lock eyes. 

The rest of the band, happily sequestered in their own rooms, are oblivious to the quiet love song unfolding between the two of you.

By the time you lay down to go to sleep, both of you feel like static, bodies humming in a way that could only be described as the buzzing of an amplifier cable. You roll onto your side, facing away from him in a demure attempt at vanity. Wearing only a t-shirt and panties to bed is bold, but you didn’t pack any alternatives, expecting to be sleeping alone for the trip. The bed dips behind you as Mary lays down carefully, stretching himself out inch by inch in a blatant attempt to be respectful. 

“Just lay down, Goore. It’s a bed, not a hot tub.”

“Except that I’m gonna be in a hot tub if I fuck up, here.” Mary grumbles some more to himself as he settles down, eventually laying on his back and blowing out a pent up huff of frustration. 

“What.”

“I can’t sleep on my back.” His tone is slightly petulant and you can’t help but giggle a little.

“Then roll over?” you suggest, with an accompanying eye roll.

“I… can’t sleep on my tummy, either.”

“Your tummy?” This time there’s a definite twinge of mockery in your voice. Mary laughs a little at himself and you find your cheeks growing pink— THE Mary Goore, laying next to you and chuckling? It’s enough to affect your own tummy.

“Yeah, my tummy. I can only sleep on my side… on my right side.” 

The room seems to shrink with this admission, the air between you two thick with an unspoken tension. There's an electricity in the atmosphere, like the charged moments before a thunderstorm breaks. Mary's admission, so innocuous and yet so intimate, draws you closer into his orbit, the space in the bed suddenly feeling too vast.

“Well, then,” you say, trying to keep your voice light, “roll onto your right side.” The words hang in the air, a challenge, an invitation.

He hesitates for a moment, his silhouette outlined by the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Then, slowly, he shifts, turning onto his right side, facing your back. You feel the movement of the mattress, the subtle shift in weight as he settles into a more comfortable position. The moment he stops moving, the room falls silent again, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing.

The silence stretches on, a canvas for the thoughts racing through your mind. You're acutely aware of his presence just inches away, a warmth radiating off him that you can almost feel against your skin. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. Thoughts of his hand landing on your side and skating down to the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side and then-

The bed dips slightly as Mary moves again, and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. It's a soft, tentative touch, but it sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. You're frozen, caught between the desire to turn around and the fear of what might happen if you do. His body beside yours feels like a live wire, and you’re afraid of making too big of a spark.

“I’m trying not to make this weird,” he mutters, almost to himself. His voice is a low rumble, filled with a restraint that you know is costing him. Mary attempts a laugh but it’s weak, and he readjusts himself on his pillow, trying to settle in and be comfortable.

“You’re not making it weird,” you whisper back, surprising even yourself with the honesty in your voice. There's a pause, and then you feel him inch closer, the gap between you narrowing until there's barely any space left. His breath is steady, a calming contrast to the rapid beat of your heart. You want to turn around, to face him, but something holds you back—a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Am I weird now?” he asks quietly as his hand comes to rest on your waist. There’s no agenda there, no pressure. A silent acceptance of an odd situation.

“Never.”

“Mm.. how about now?” Mary leans closer, pressing his slightly chapped lips to the nape of your neck and kissing you softly. “Or now?” His arm slides across your form until it’s tucked against your tummy, pulling you gently into his grasp. “I need to hold something to sleep.” 

“Mm, I see. Am I good body pillow, then?” You intend for it to be a joke, but the sudden heavy breathing behind you and the rasped response further shrink the room.

“Better.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. It's a confession, raw and unguarded. Slowly, you turn, facing him. In the dim light, his eyes are deep pools of emotion, reflecting something you've felt but never dared to acknowledge.

The space between you is now nonexistent, your faces just inches apart. You can see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, a hint of the mischief that first drew you to him. The desire in the room is palpable, a tangible force that wraps around you both.

“Mary,” you start, but the words trail off. What do you say in a moment like this?

He responds not with words, but with action, closing the distance between you. His lips meet yours, gentle at first, then with a growing urgency. The kiss is a storm, a clash of emotions that has been building since the moment you entered the room. It's fear, it's longing, it's the thrill of something forbidden and the comfort of something deeply desired.

Mary’s teeth slip across your lower lip and you gasp, deepening the kiss with one arm slung across his shoulders. He smiles into the kiss, nipping at your lips with a grin before pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks. When he buries his face in your neck, kissing and nipping as he goes, you hear him say something muffled against your skin.

“What?” you ask, tugging at his hair gently until he comes up for air from the space between your breasts.

“Am I weird now?” 

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jenna ortega:

series:

lead: it's not easy being a theater kid, so when you audition for the lead role and get in, you think you need to know your love interest more. the kisses in the script bring you more butterfly than nerves.

chapter 1

chapter 2 (chapter 3 is most likely discontinued.)

sweet ♡: jenna was planning on relaxing after acting on set, not crush on the pretty sweet girl who served her coffee, you. she hasn't fallen in love in a long time, she needs to get to know you more.

part 1

part 2

part 3 is in the magic of making!

one shots:

slipping through my fingers ✮

she's different

always for you

fate ties two

i forgive you. ✮

competition

home ♡ (drabble!)

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vada cavell:

she's a shooting star

her healer ‪✮

i'm not coming home. ✮ (major angst, sensitive topics)

the alcohol effect

for i can't help falling in love with you ♡

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tara carpenter:

hot cocoa?

the forgotten letter ‪✮

why try?

hush

belly the holland lop ♡

in what way? ✮

bear hugs (drabble)

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cairo sweet:

the warmth of your hand ‪♡

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wednesday addams:

can you keep a secret?

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lorraine day:

the 1900s

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mabel:

in the magic of making..

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[spookie-bitch]

Tagalong

Pairings: Lorraine day x fem reader

Contains: fluff, angst, and comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, language, and spoilers.

The sun was brightly beaming down, scorching everything that it touched. It felt like the sun was burning the skin off your back by the second. You turned around, now directly facing the big red orb in the sky, and set down the last hay bale. If you hadn't started earlier than usual, you probably would have only half of what you have done and be in a worse condition. Distributing the hay bales to the front has never been your favorite job but unfortunately, it's one of the most common.

You make your way back to your truck and close the tailgate, promising yourself that you would clean out the little flakes of hay laying on the floor of the truck bed. You made your was back to the barn so you could finish up when you see a familiar van pull it to the Day's driveway. You roll your eyes, "wasn't he here yesterday," you groan in annoyance. RJ, Lorraine's boyfriend was always over here and it was starting to get on your nerves, not that it's your business if he's here or not, but he is always making small talk while you're trying to work. But the thing your really didn't like about him was that he's over confident and pretty much a walking red flag, and your pretty sure that Lorraine doesn't even notice because half of the things she talks about is him, and how "dreamy" he is. You would tell her how much of a red flag he is considering you've been working here since you were 16 and are practically part of the family, but that also means that you know Lorraine, meaning you know that she probably would overlook it just like she always have. You pull yourself out of your thoughts and decide that it's just better if you get your work done and mind your own business.

You sit on the floor of the barn with your back against the wall catching your breath, having finally finished for the day. "You done," asked an soft voice. "Just finished," you responded getting up from your resting spot, "whatcha need L?" you added. "Why, do I have to need something," Lorraine asked with a playful tone. "Oh, no I just figured you would rather be at home with dream boy, then out here in the scorching heat," you said matching her tone. She laughed, "You mean RJ," You gasped sarcastically, "you don't mean to tell me there's more!" "No," she giggled "he's been talking with my folks for half an hour an I'm honestly board, so I thought I would hang with you." As she talked, a sweet smile formed on her freckle kissed face. You smiled, it's difficult not to seeing her so happy, she's a quiet, shy girl who is so innocent she might as well be an angel herself. it's hard for someone so sweet to make friends, so seeing her so happy around you makes your day better every time.

"Well, we could go on a walk if you want," you say happily, "But it is rather hot out." "Oh that's fine, I'll think I'll manage," says Lorraine. "Alrighty then," you say walking towards the exit closely followed by Lorraine. You walk down the dirt path with Lorraine at your side, you take a second to admire her honey brown eyes in the sunlight while she is distracted by the scenery. You two end up sitting by the pond for a while before the two of you decide to head to her house to cool off. "Hello Mr.Day," you say shutting the door behind you. "Why hello there y/n," says Lorraine's dad smiling. "there you are Lorraine, I've been looking for you," says RJ in a slightly worried tone. "See I told you she was fine, y/n here takes good care of her for us," says Lorraine's dad with a proud look on his face. Lorraine is now standing next to RJ, the sweet smile that suit her so well gone from her face. "And that I am thankful for, so," says RJ, "me and Lorraine are going away for a few days to film a movie, would you wanna tagalong, if that's ok with Mr. Day here," adds RJ. Lorraine's face lights up at the proposal of me joining them. "Sure, I don't see why not," he says. "So what do you say y/n," asks RJ. Lorraine looked hopefully at you practically beginning me to say yes. "Sounds good to me," you say smiling directly at Lorraine. "Well then," RJ says clapping his hands, "it's settled, we leave tomorrow."

You grab the backpack you stuffed with a few essential items and hop into your truck to make you way over to Lorraine's house, were you all agreed to meet. You park in your usual spot and walk towards RJ's van. "Am I late," you ask noticing everything already packed up. "Nope, just on time," says RJ. You hop in and take a seat next to Lorraine, she smiles and tilts her head to the side just a bit before the van starts to make it's way out of the driveway.

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[tiny-librarian]

Miniature of Marie Antoinette, dated shortly before her execution in 1793. Interestingly, it's inscribed with her initials of her full original name, M.A.J.J., for "Maria Antonia Josefa Johanna" from before she adopted the French version of her name that she is most well known by.

#marie antoinette #french monarchy #french revolution #house of bourbon #house of habsburg lorraine

[archie-is-an-addict]

OVERVIEW: You're the hottest actor out of all of them, and Lorraine's boyfriend. (Cause fuck R.J.) So when you're suggested and requested to be one of the actors in the porno film. Lorraine gets jealous and wants to be in one too. So you show her the only person that's ever gonna dick her down. !Possessive reader!

CURRENT AGE: 21

"I just hope she don't wanna leave, me~."

"Don't you give me up, please~ don't give up on me, I belong with you.~"

"Only you, my girl. Only you, babe. Only you, darling."

"Only you."

"I just don't want her to leave me.~"

"I think of her so much it drives me crazy."

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"Y/N, y'know maybe you should be in it." Bobby-Lynne says, you didn't like her very much. She didn't give a damn about any of you, so why should you give a damn about her. Still, you contemplated her words. "Wouldn't that change the entire plot of your fucked up porno?" You asked, as Lorraine watched jealously. "And? In all honesty, I've been wanting to get you in bed for a while." You looked at her disturbed, sure she looked good but she was rude. And you had a girlfriend.

"Now let me tell you about yours-"

You were about to tell her about herself but nOoOooO. Her stupid sometimes boyfriend Jackson, just had to step in and save her ass.

"Hey man, you don't gotta be rude."

"Man, whatever. I'll think about it, but I highly doubt it." You weren't gonna think about it, shit you didn't even want to watch it. But you had a degree in cinematography, and R.J. payed fine. But he'd had an obvious attraction to your girl, and it was disturbing but you were still able to ignore it and keep working for him. But this crossed a line, the minute you got done with this project. You were taking Lorraine, and you were leaving.

Why?

Cause.

Fuck. This. Shit.

Just then Lorraine got just a bit too jealous, and had a bright idea of her own. "I wanna be in a movie." Your eyes, that had gotten drowsy from all the drinking you had been doing opened and you looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" You and R.J. said in synch, as you sat up causing her to fix her position from where she sat on your lap. "No." You said, as your eyebrows furrowed. "Hell no. That's not happening." You finish, before pulling her closer as she mumbled curse words. "Well why not?"

"Cause you belong to me, why the fuck else?"

You were starting to anger, it was rare but it happened. And when it did, the world burned. "I can make my own decisions, Y/N. Keep on and I might just not belong to you anymore." She tested, she knew she was playing with fire but she kept on anyway. While she knew that you got upset, she had never seen you get angry. She wanted to see you get angry. You just muttered words under you breath before you unwrapped your arms from around her.

"Fine then, since you make your own decisions get the hell off me." You pushed her, gently, but still you pushed.

"Fine." She stood, and you did too.

Grabbing her jaw, you forced her to look you in the eye. No matter how short she was compared to you.

"I'll see you when you make the decision to come to bed." You say, before letting her go and walking away.

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You sat in your room, which you shared with Lorraine and stared at the wall. Your E/C eyes glistening even in the dim light that came from a lamp. All you could think about was the fact that your girl might get taken from you by some horny assholes that want to get famous off porn. "I just don't want her to leave me. What if she's fine, and its my mind that's wrong." You were silently having an anxiety attack when you recognized the pattern of her footsteps and it vanished.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Y/N. I'm coming in now." She says. Causing you to fix your posture, you couldn't let her see you like this. But other than that you thought that you might be fine. She walked in, and you kept your eyes trained on the wall. You were only wearing black shorts, and socks. And of course your boxers, not for long though. "R.J. said there might be a possibility that I could be in one." She says, nervous but still not scared of your reaction. She should've been.

⚠️SMUT TRAIN HAS TAKEN OFF⚠️

You stand up, and walk towards her; reaching behind her you close the door. And lock it...

"Y/N? Will you look at me, please." She says, reaching out to touch your bare chest.

"Oh I'll look at you." You quickly grab her hand and her other one and force her against a wall. She looked at you, this was the first time she saw you angry. Ever. In the two years that you had been together, you hadn't gotten angry, or even overly dramatic. Hell you never even had sex with her, but now you were ready. Because you would go to hell before she had sex with another man. And now she looked you in the eye as you stared her down. And for the first time she was scared of you. She. Was. Scared.

"You think someone else is gonna fuck you before I do? You got something coming Lorraine, and it's gonna hurt. But then it'll be Euphoric. And guess what? Ain't nobody gonna see. No one but me."

You let her go, and she waited for a command. "The hell are you waiting for, take off your goddamn clothes." She did as told.

"Y/N baby, what're you gonna d-"

"Did I tell you to talk?" You asked, as she shook her head no. You nodded and dropped your shorts, leaving you in your boxers. It was only a coincidence that her lingerie was the same color: Dark Red.

"Get on the bed, Lorraine." You ordered, she complied.

"Why."

"Cause I said so."

She sat on the bed, and watched as you walked over to her slowly.

"I didn't want our first time to be this way. But you get no foreplay, you get no soft words. You get nothing but my cock impaling you as you beg for me to slow down. But you're gonna lay there and you're gonna take it, and you're gonna enjoy it. Why, Lorraine? Because I said so."

You had gotten hard not too long ago, the minute you saw her strip to be exact.

You pulled your hardened cock out of your boxers as Lorraine stared at it terrified. You climbed onto the bed and started pulling down her panties as you stroked your shaft. "I-I'm not gonna survive that N/N." You didn't cut her off this time but instead emulated her stutter "I-I-I don't care."

You teased her clit with your dick, as she moaned and pleaded quietly. "Please. Please N/N just do it."

"Shut up. You're gonna wait." You teased her some more, before getting too horny yourself.

"You're gonna enjoy it Lorraine, why is that?" You asked her, as you lined yourself up with her hole.

"B-because y-you said s-so."

"Because I fucking said so." You push half your length in her, and she nearly screams in partial pain and partial pleasure. "We're not done, but guess what? I love you, so I'll give you a moment. Tell me when." She took this as, "this is my full length tell me when to move." Instead of "this is only half, tell me when you're ready for me to rearrange your intestines." That was a mistake however, as the minute she nods. You do what you promised, you impale her with your cock. She screams again, the sound muffled by the fact that you held you hand over her mouth. You lie there for a moment, letting her adjust.

"Is it heavenly love?" You ask her, fake sympathy lacing your voice. She nods quickly, you were right. It was painful, it was euphoric. She starts to shake.

"Oh don't tell me you're cumming already? We've hardly started." You say, pulling out until only your head remained inside of her, before slamming back inside. And watch as tears fell from her eyes. This goes on for about two hours, and for some reason that no one can fathom you had yet to cum. But she had. 6. Fucking. Times.

But soon you felt it, so you go faster and get a little less gentle.

"No one's gonna be in one. Not me, not you. My cock is only for you Lorraine, you have to understand that." You go faster.

"Tell me, why is that?"

She felt her 7th orgasm coming. And struggled to speak without moaning. "C-cause y-you," she cursed a bit. "C-Cause you s-said so."

"Cause I fucking said so." You pumped your children into her, before kissing her softly and pulling out so you could get some clothes.

⚠️SMUT TRAIN HAS STOPPED⚠️

She was quick to hold onto you, as you lie down beside her and hand her a fresh pair of your boxers and one of your shirts. It was big on her however and you could still still see her bra strap. That's your new favorite color now...

Dark Red.

END.

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[armoricaroyalty]

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The Passionflower // Armorican State Visit - Day 4

JULIÁN | …I’m not going to kiss and tell. I’m a gentleman. GERMÁN | Bullshit. And come on, man. I’m not asking for the play-by-play just…y’know. Are you going to see her again? JULIÁN | Uh...maybe?  JULIÁN | [sighs] I had fun, but... GERMÁN | But? JULIÁN | So how do I measure up? VIVI | To my husband? JULIÁN | [laughs] No, I’m confident I’m a better lover than him. JULIÁN | But am I the best you’ve ever had? Flatter me, beautiful, I'm very sensitive. VIVI | [chuckles] Fine. VIVI | You're the best I've ever had. [chuckles] Best of two. JULIÁN | Wait— JULIÁN | How was I supposed to know she was a virgin? GERMÁN | She’s got a child, doesn't she. JULIÁN | Fine. The nearest thing to a virgin. JULIÁN | [sighs] I feel like a dirty old man. GERMÁN | [laughs] Hey man. If the shoe fits… ROSALIND | He’s really milking it, isn’t he? MARY | Oh come on. It was your idea. You told him to do this. ROSALIND | I told him to propose, not to shove it down everyone’s throats. MARY | I think you’re jealous. ROSALIND | Of course I'm jealous! He stole my ring! MARY | Stole? You gave it to him. ROSALIND |I had to! The engagement would have been obvious as a diversion if he’d gone out and bought a ring from some Uspanian jeweler. ROSALIND | [sighs unhappily] I wanted to see you wearing it. MARY | …maybe it’s for the best. MARY | Don’t get me wrong. It’s a beautiful ring, but. Ah. It’s not really to my taste. ROSALIND | … ROSALIND | Well, we’ll have to pick out something together then, won’t we? [ROSALIND’s phone vibrates.] ROSALIND | Hold on...oh no. Shit. MARY | What is it? MARY | Let me see! ... Oh no. Shit. ROSALIND | I'll speak to my father. We need to change our flight. EMILY | ...this trip has been incredible. Honestly, it still feels a little unreal. VIVI | Yeah? EMILY | Yeah. And...I've been meaning to ask you. How did you adjust? EMILY | I mean, with your background, it must have been a struggle. Like, I'm used to the lifestyle, but no one really knows what to expect, do they? VIVI | [sighs] EMILY | Do you have any advice for me, since we're going to be sisters and all? VIVI | No. EMILY | Uh...no? VIVI | What do you want me to say? EMILY | I just thought that you might— VIVI | Figure it out. I did. VIVI | ...even with my background. EMILY | What? Oh, Vivi, I didn't mean it like that— VIVI | Whatever. It's fine. EMILY | I'm sorry...Please don't be angry with me. I want us to be close. VIVI | I said it's fine. VIVI | [sighs] I can't wait for all this to be over. I want to go home.

#armorica story #chapter 3 #behind the scenes #armorica collabs #nexility sims #character: julian reyes #character: german reyes #character: vivienne meijer #character: rosalind st. fleur #character: mary yokoyama #character: emily chandra #character: andre st. fleur #character: barbie bermudez #character: beatriz reyes #character: leonor reyes #character: lorraine rodchester

[crazyoffher]

IMPULSE ADRIFT.

warnings: none.

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Sometimes you wondered what was wrong with you, and on the downlow, Jenna did too. Although she never minded your physicality. In fact, the more you did it, the more she yearned for it whenever you were near.

You had an addiction, to say the least. Not to drugs, alcohol, or even sex, but to the skin and bones that belonged to none other than your girlfriend. More specifically, her hands.

Left the apartment? Your hand was linked with Jenna’s.

Out to eat with friends? Hands were still linked together, settled beneath the table and out of sight.

Lazy day, maybe watching television together or lying in bed? Nothing changes.

Even at the end of the night, when the two of you are cuddled up in bed, awaiting sleep to take you both, your back is to her front and her arms are wrapped around you. That was the same position the two of you found yourselves in every night you were together, because neither of you liked unnecessary change.

Jenna preferred holding you before quickly falling asleep, and you preferred being held by the one you loved most while trying your hardest to stay awake in her warm embrace. It was because, unbeknownst to her, you would wait until she was asleep to engage in a small act of love.

When you would hear the faint snores that she would produce once in dreamland, you would move her hand that sat on your waist to hold them. You’d press light kisses to each finger as a symbol of your love for her, even if she wasn’t conscious.

You were always the first to awaken, and a burst of energy would radiate within you. A form of energy that only existed when Jenna was around. If she was off filming in a different country, you’d just sulk in bed for over an hour after waking up, counting the days until she returned to you before ultimately getting up in a mood.

A part of the energy you’d feel every morning consisted of wiggling your way out of your girlfriend’s grip and pressing a light kiss to her forehead before making her favorite breakfast, turning into housewife mode, and serving it to her in bed. You would not even have to wake her up; she could smell the hints of her favorite breakfast dish, accompanied by small cups of water and orange juice, from the closed bedroom door and all the way down the hallway. 

She deserved more than you could ever give her, but you tried your best, and she loved that aspect of you.

“Good morning, my love,” is what you would say each morning when you walked into the room, food in hand, and watched Jenna rub her eyes. You’d set the food down on the nightstand next to her and crawl up to peck her forehead in the same spot you had when first awakening, followed by a kiss on the lips that Jenna would sleepily reciprocate.

She adored every routine the two of you had unintentionally set in place. It made her feel like your relationship was calm and organized, and it gave her a sense of relief she had once desperately searched for.

The periods the two of you had together were short, as movie role upon movie role stacked their way into Jenna’s calendar, but you made her forget about the upcoming stress she’d feel. You were there with her in the moment, and you were the only thing keeping her from breaking down due to the negativity of social media and her perfectionism, which was her mortal enemy at times.

You’d shamelessly cry whenever you said goodbye to her at the airport, because why feel shame over bidding farewell to the one you loved most for what felt like the thousandth time? Because of her continuous schedule, you’d sometimes not see her for months upon months, once going a whole year without seeing her because she had filmed two movies back-to-back. You’d always force yourself to remember the last action you’d give her—a kiss to the palm of her hand—and it gave you a sense of security knowing, despite the distance, you were still hers at the end of the day.

And just like you always did, you’d catch Jenna in your arms when she’d return from filming, feeling a growing wet patch imbed into your shoulder from her tears. You’d hold her tight at that moment, and you’d press a kiss to her palm once the two of you calmed down, in the same exact spot you had kissed her when she left you.

When you were together, you couldn’t go a day without kissing her, and you’d die if you went a whole day without even a brush of your fingers. Holding each other, whether hands or bodies, was a key part of your relationship, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[classypauli]

Hiii! So... I would like to request a :

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader, story.

R is a talented musician whose world shatters when her partner Jenna Ortega abruptly leaves without explanation, just as R was on the brink of stardom. R's heartache fuels her music, but the pain of abandonment consumes her. Years later, they cross paths by chance, reopening old wounds. R must confront her unresolved feelings and decide whether to forgive or seek closure, knowing that the melody of their love may never be whole again.

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𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑫𝒀

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem! Reader

Tags: little angst, italic are flashbacks, death, Reader is popular singer

Word count: 4k

A/N: Thanks 🐻 for request! Sorry if you didn´t imagine it like this but really hope you will enjoy :) Happy reading <3 sorry for mistakes

Glory, money, success. Being on top of the world at such a young age. What else could you dream of? Doing whatever you want, having possibilities that are almost endless. Endless.

What is endless? Something that never end. So forever? Why would someone want to live for so long if they have nobody to share it with.

Flashing lights from cameras and lound screams of people pushing themselves closer trying to get best look. White perfect smiles of celebrities that already accepter their fate. Things like this brought Y/N flashbacks, begining of endless life.

Christmas was Y/N´s favourite holiday. Since she was a child she loved doing snowmans and building igloos, hot chocolate that warmed her small hands. She loved making Christmas tree and putting colorful decorations around house.

„Oh look! Who´s this big present may be?“ Her mom pointed out at the big gift lying under the Christmas tree. Y/N stood up and ran with big expectation on her face. Small hands were trying to make their way to the thing that was hiding under the paper. The small girl gasped.

On that Christmas her mom got her first guitar. Y/N smiled a little at that memory. She used to annoy everyone about it. Singing loudest on a car rides and karaokes with her family and friends. She grabbed her neckle softly that was hanging around her neck as she looked up at the dark sky.

Growing up Y/N used to put videos on YouTube of her playing some instrument, most of the time guitar or piano. When she was comfortable enough she sang a little but not much. She was doing this for couple of years, once in a while post some video. Y/N wasn´t really popular, she had small fanbase of her family and friends, some people that found her work and supported her. Nothing big.

„Y/N?!“ Her mom could be heard from downstairs. „You got something in box!“

The girl´s face turned confused and she slowly stood up from the bed. She made her way down the stairs and saw white envelope with her name on it.

„That´s for me?“ She was much confused right now. The only post she has got by far was from school and even that was sometimes on her mother´s name. And this definitely didn´t look like from school. „Strange...“

Her fingers slowly cut the envelope open and unfold the paper that was there.

„Oh my God...“

Her life took radical change after that. Y/N always says that small things could change your life big. It was all about small details that made your life.

It turned out that someone from a big music company found her and was interested in her talent. She couldn´t believe it, it was like a dream. The imagine of her doing something she loved for the rest of the life sounded perfect in her mind.

She was cut off by opening the car doors and her body moved to autopilot. Her steps brought her to the edge of red carpet and that moment everything got louder.

„Y/N!“

„Y/N look here!“

She was looking around her, posing for the cameras as the people around her were yelling for her attention. She started walking to the front of the big entarance to the building.

Y/N as a musician with big influence was invited to the award show. It was such a shock to all the people that the singer showed up here. She wasn’t much of a person to go to the public shows like this. To her it wasn´t needed. It was rare to see her somewhere in public besides on her concerts. Y/N liked to put everything together in her private life. She liked to keep herself low, reminding that being a known person is a double-edged sword. Just like was her love for the girl.

Y/N remember how she met her for the first time. They were still teens and saw each other on some premiere of a movie which they were invited on. Even blind person could feel the instant spark between them. After that there wasn´t day they wouldn´t contact each other.

They grew closer and closer as the days went by, after texting couple of weeks non-stop they agreed to go out to grab some food. They slowly became best friends that soon turned into more.

She used to support you in every way, always saying how talented you are, how she´s proud of you. You were supporting her too, being her biggest fan behind closer doors. Your relationship wasn´t known to public. People saw you a couple of times out together but nobody had proves that you were actually together.

It was sunday evening, Y/N´s fingers played soft melody as they brushed through the strings of her guitar. She were sitting on a couch in a living room. The burning fireplace was adding to the cozy mood. Her girlfriend was laying beside her, watching her carefully with her big brown eyes, enjoying the beautuful melody.

When the song ended Y/N looked up at her, as if she was waiting for her approval. „What do you think?“

Jenna smiled at her, pushing herself a little closer. „It was beautiful.“

„You wanna try?“

The girl wanted to refuse but the singer´s big eyes stared right at her, as if they were praying for the word yes. She sighed with a small smile and agreed. The rest of the night was filled with laughter from both of them as she was trying to teach Jenna that song.

Jenna was her person. Even since they met each other they were always together. They knew everything about themselves and always had each other's back. Jenna´s family loved Y/N and Y/N´s family loved Jenna. Y/N´s mom would always say that they were made for each other and that Y/N needed to keep her.

Y/N was sitting by the big table in the dining room in her family house. Her mom invited her and Jenna to a sunday lunch with her whole family. It was good to see her family together like that. The girl loved spending time with her close ones.

Laughing was heard around the room as Y/N´s face was turning red from embarrassment. „Mom!“

„What?“ she laughed warmly at her child. „It was funny.“

„Well, not to me!“. She told some embarrassing story of Y/N when she was a small kid. The singer has a lots of them and she hates every single one.

„I can´t believe!“ Jenna laughed. „Do you have a photo?“ She asked as she was still trying to hold her laugh inside.

„Of course I do! I´ll show it to you right after!“

„Absolutely not!“  

Despite their busy life, they were able to make it work. Jenna traveled and filmed a lot and Y/N was most of the time making new music for her or was helping someone else. But even like that, they could still make it work.

It was a couple of weeks since she started to film Wednesday. Jenna was away from country, big amount of her time filming and if she had some free time it was used for her recover. The girl was tired and Y/N knew it, she was worried about her well-being, if she got enough sleep, if she eats everyday and drinks a lot of water.

At first everything was fine, Jenna didn´t have much time because of filming but Y/N was understanding. She knew how busy the girl must be, remembering how it was while her girlfriend was filming Scream or X so right now her being main character, the actress was very much needed everywhere.

But as weeks went by it looked like the girl´s free time was much shorter. They no longer face-timed each other, from texting every morning and every night become sometimes. Y/N was still messaging Jenna, sending her texts, voice messages, photos and videos of her or things she saw, her new music or funny memes.

But she got nothing in exchange.

Was she being that much delusional that she still thought that the young actress just didn´t have much time? Yes, Y/N kept always protecting her girlfriend, saying that she was busy, tired and had more important things to do. But after not geting any text from Jenna she become a little worried, so she texted her sister.

Aliyah told her that everything was fine, she was surprised by the news Y/N told her. Jenna was texting her almost every day and sometimes even send her a photo from behind the scenes or her with her co-stars. To not no worry her sister´s girlfriend more, she didn´t tell her about that.

„Y/N you look amazing tonight! How are you?“ The interviewed asked the singer as she was approaching the main room of the building.

„Hi! Thank you so much!“ She smiled at the woman with mic in her hand. „I´m good, how about you?“

„Amazing! So Y/N, I wanted so ask if you got something prepared for tonight show!“ she smiled at the woman, laughing gently at her words.

„Well, that´s a secret! Maybe I do, maybe I don´t.“ she continued laughing. „We will see.“ Y/N was actually one of the performers tonight but she wanted to keep it to herself and people who knew already about it.

They continued to chat a little before the girl said her goodbye and continued her walk. There were a lot of celebrities which was expecting. Actors, singers, directors, DJs, Y/N thought she even saw some TikTok influencers.

As she was passing by to the table she was seated, the girl could feel the starings of others. Sure she knew she was quite known among a lot of people, the singer has a pretty big fan base. But what more shocked them was that she even show up, at least that´s what Y/N thought. Finally she found her seat and and sat there waiting for the start.

Y/N knew from a young age that not everything can be bought with. She was rised humble, to always appreciate everything. She thanked God everyday for being healthy and having everything her family needed. She had nothing more to ask for. She already had everything she wanted in life.

That morning Y/N woke up, she and Jenna agreed to have a chill day and just spend some time together. The singer was in a kitchen cooking something for a lunch while her girlfriend was taking a shower. She was drinking a water when suddnely her phone rang, thinking it was one of her sibling she didn´t even look at the contact.

„Miss Y/L/N?“

The girl frowned, confused at who it was. „Uhm... Yes?“

„I´m really sorry but we found your mom today morning. We couldn´t help her anymore.“

Y/N´s vision narrowed, her heart fell to her stomach. Those were words she didn´t want to hear, never. The loud sound of break glass was heard around the kitchen as she dropped the cup of water she was holding.

Declining the call she sobbed softly into her hands. Her back slowly leaned against the kitchen cabinet as she was now sitting by the broken glass.

„Y/N? You okay?“ Jenna was asking from the bathroom after she heard the noise. The actress became worried because she didn´t hear her girlfriend’s answer. Quickly leaving the bathroom running to the kitchen.

„Baby watch out for the glass- Y/N!“ She hurried towards her carefully as she saw the girl in a ball, holding her knees, hiding head between them as sobs were leaving her mouth, tightly holding the neckle around the neck. That neckle was given to Y/N by her mom on the girl’s birthday. „Did you hurt yourself?“.

By now she was even more concerned. Jenna leaned into her, trying to find some cut or blood but nothing.

„She´s gone Jenna.“ More sobs were coming from Y/N as she wad trying to say it to her. „My mom is gone.“

Jenna´s eyes watered. She took the girl’s head into own hands as she brought her face into her chest. Both of them were sitting there around broken glass, just like their hearts.

Y/N´s mom was everything to her, she made her daughter beautiful childhood, made her who she is today. She appreciate her not only as a mother but also as a person. The girl would do anything for her mom. The day they told Y/N´s family about her bad health condition was the worst day of her life. She tried everything, going to different hospitals, doctors, giving all her money to her mom´s treatment, despite her always saying she didn´t want to take her kid´s money, she would always pay for it. But you can´t buy everything with money.

After that day Y/N´s look on the world changed. She lost someone from her closest people, someone who was with her whole life, someone who teached her everything she knows. Someone she wouldn´t be here without.

Jenna was with Y/N everyday, always saying to her that she is now better and she won´t suffer anymore. That she is happy up there looking after her now. The girl wouldn´t know what to do if the actress wasn´t with her. She kept Y/N´s company, making sure that she won´t ever leave. That was before she went to Romania.

„Please welcome Y/N Y/L/N.“ The voice could be heard around the big theatre as everyone was greeting the singer with applause. On the screen was written her name and in the middle of the stage was a mic waiting for her. Y/N slowly approaches the mic with the guitar hanging loosely around her body. Tonight she´s going to perform with things that were most dear to her but lost them both. The guitar was the one her mom got her on Christmas, her first ever guitar. Everything got quiet and just like that Y/N started.

Soft sound of closing door was heard around your apartment. Y/N was sitting on a couch in a living room watching some show. She thought that her mind was playing tricks on her because of how much she didn´t sleep these past weeks.

But when she heard she sound of keys she knew that must be her girlfriend. Y/N jumped up from the couch and ran to the hallway. There stood Jenna with her bags around her. The singer was so happy that finally she was home. She missed her so much. At that time it was much more.

They greeted each other and hugged tightly, Y/N thought that everything will be like it used to but their life had different plans.

Jenna said that she came for a week, that they gave them free time to get some new energy. Y/N could feel that something was different about her girlfriend. She wasn´t as she was before she left. She acted more distant, more cold, she was trying to make excuse for everything like kiss or cuddles. When they talked she refused to look into her eyes.

Y/N knew they need to discuss this before she leave because then they won´t ever talk about it.

Jenna one time left her phone on the couch when she went to bathroom, Y/N wasn´t kind of person to go into her girlfriend´s phone, she trusted her with her life. But as her phone kept ringing every second with new notification she looked. It was one of her co-stars, saying how he miss her and can´t wait to hang with her again. The singer´s heart dropped to her stomach once again.

,,And the winner is… Y/N Y/L/N” the moment of silence was followed by the loud sound of yelling and clapping hands after they announced the singer’s name.

Her eyes widen at that new information, everyone was now standing smiling at her as she was now filmed on camera that was showed on big screen. Everyone laughed at her confused face as she couldn’t believe she won.

People gratulate her as she went to the stage to grab an award. The girl’s hands were shaking a little as she now stood infront of big audience of celebrities and cameras.

,,Woah uhm… it didn’t even cross my mind that I could win something like this.” She brough up the award a little holding it with both hands. ,,This means a lot to me. I’ll use it as a reminder that I’ve came this far in my life, as a reminder that I wouldn’t be here without my family, my friends and fans, you. I wanna thank my family and everyone that stayed with me and supported me.” The girl leaned a little more into the mic as her voice started shaking a little.

,,Espessally someone dear to me that I’ve lost.” She took a big breath. ,,Mom, there’s not a day that I don’t miss you. You gave me everything you had and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I will love you forever mom.”

Even after so long she still craved for her mom. She will always be her child even when she´s no longer with her.

„Thank you.“ Y/N bowed a little and walked away accomopanied by applause.

„Jenna, please.“ Y/N was coming after her girlfriend.

„Jenna I don´t understand.“ The singer was looking at her girlfriend as she was quickly packing her clothes into the bags.

„Y/N I don´t want to talk about it.“ She said. Her body was moving fast as if she was trying to get away from you as quicky as possible. Jenna was going to Romania again, for God knows how long now. She didn´t tell you.

The taller girl breathed out as she was trying to understand her girlfriend actions. „B-But why? I thought we tell each other everything!“

Y/N confronted Jenna about her worries and how she felt like she was pushing her away. The actress of course refused to accept that, saying that everything was normal. It wasn´t, even she knew it. As the singer was trying to talk things out, Jenna went to pack her things saying she´s going to leave soon, avoiding the talk.

Jenna was now in a hallway, putting there her bags and shoes on. Y/N´s heart beat faster and faster by her actions.

„I saw your texts.“

The short girl stopped and looked up to Y/N. This felt like the first time she was looking at her since she came home. Her big brown eyes were wide and her face changed, as if she realized something.

The hurt look the singer was giving her. She can’t blame her. The way she acted this week was awful. It was her fault.

„Y/N-“ she was trying to get closer to her but the girl took a step back. „I-I promise you that doesn´t mean anything.“ Jenna´s voice was now soft, still looking at her girlfriend as she was only looking down.

„We will talk about it when I get back. I swear.“ Jenna took her bags as she was now unlocking the apartment door.

„I love you Jenna.“ Y/N said to her with broken voice „But I don´t think I can take it anymore.“.

Y/N was leaning against the balcony in the big building. After the awards show everyone were invited to the after party that was in some club. The singer didn´t feel like going to party, she just wanted to lay in her bed and watch some show but it would be rude it she just left right after.

„Hi.“

That was the voice she could hardly forget. Y/N didn´t even have to turn around to know who it was.

„Congratulation. It was clear that you would win.“. She leaned a little by her ex-girlfriend´s side, carefully not too close.

Ex-girlfriend. Jenna hated that. She hated how open she left their relationship despite Y/N´s desperate callings. She knew how Y/N miss her. Even much more after her mom passed away. The singer told her lots of times how she felt like she didn´t have anyone besides Jenna.

„I want to say I´m sorry-“

„There´s no need.“ The taller girl cut her off, she still didn´t look at her way. Jenna missed Y/N´s eyes at her.

„No! I was stupid! I left you when you were just perfect to me!“

The first month of filming in Romania was the worst. Being that far away from home and all the people she loved the most. Jenna felt alone. She knew she needed to adjust as soon as possible and it wasn´t supposed to be a problem for her, she had done this a lot of times, but now it was for such a long time and there wasn´t a way to go back from it. She kept texting Y/N everytime she had some time for herself or if she didn´t have much work at that moment.

As time went by, the months started to go by without her noticing, she enjoyed it so much more and it started to be not just about her job anymore. The girl started to go out with her now new friends and slowly started to forget about what she left behind.

She felt a little guilty everytime she saw a new message from Y/N. Jenna didn´t even know why she was doing that, the whole ignoring thing. She just knew she felt less attached because of that but her excuse was that she wanted to focus only on the job. When she finally texted her, she made sure not to read what Y/N had to say. For her own selfishness.  

When she came for a week she didn´t know how to act, feeling embarrassed for her actions but instead of explaining herself and apologizing to her girlfriend, she kept going. Jenna knew she was wrong, she felt it but being already so deep in the problem she didn´t want to make it worse or better, it would take her a lot of energy.

It was eating her up for the whole week, the look Y/N was giving her, it was visible she missed her, her body showed it pretty clearly. Jenna´s heart was crawling for her but her mind told her not to, that it´s better that way, not being attached.

Finally, when she was going to film again, expecting to just leave and run again, leaving the problems behind, Y/N said those words. Just then she understood that it was hurting her much more than she thought. Y/N didn´t have anyone besides her.

At that moment Jenna just wanted to throw herself at her and never let her go. But then it would be so much harder to leave. When she came to Romania she missed her again and the words haunted her mind.

That night Jenna was just lying in her bed, reading Y/N´s messages. Every greeting, every photo, text, voice message, every I love you. The more she was scrolling the more her heart broke.

Jenna was lying in her bed every night asking for forgiveness with wet cheeks and hope in her heart that Y/N would still be there.

Finally when Jenna was coming home, her whole ride she was praying for things to work out between them. Thinking about what to tell her to make it right.

But after her hands were trying to unlock the door as quicky as possible her ears were met with silence of apartment. Jenna´s stomach dropped a little when she realized her girlfriend isn´t home. Her legs took her to their bed room and was only met with her empty closet.

She left.

Jenna remembered Y/N´s last words, how the girl cried and how she was desperate for her touch all week. Now the tables turned. There wasn´t day the actress wouldn´t regret what she did, she wanted to make it right again. But she couldn´t find her anymore.

„Y/N I regret it so much. If I could I would take it back-“

„But you can´t.“ Y/N turned finally to her. Jenna´s eyes was on her, she missed her. After all this time she still feels the same. „I was depressed and didn´t understand why you acted that way. I thought I did something wrong, that maybe that was the reason.“

Jenna shook her head at your words. Her heart aching at that imagination. „After you left I had no one. You were the only one I got and you knew that and... And you still left me.“

„Y/N please.“ Jenna said with shaking voice, her eyes glossy from tears that refused to fall. She wanted to come a little closer but she was sure the singer would take a step back. She felt just like Y/N was feeling on that day.

„And after so long? You just want to apologize? You think that it would be so easy?“ Her voice got a little higher as she was staring at Jenna with anger and betrayal in her eyes. She breathed out, closing slowly her eyes trying to calm herself down.

„You knew how hard it was for me. You knew what state I was in! And you still choose to make me feel so alone without any explanation.“

Y/N was looking at her like she was memorizing her face. „I don´t want your explaination. Not anymore.“ She took a deep breath and with a heavy heart said her last words.

„I´m sorry Jenna but... I don´t think I can.“

And like that Y/N turned around to walk from her. Jenna was big part in her life. She still appreciate her but after how things between them ended she wasn´t sure if she could forgive her that easely. Even though she still loves her.

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[deep-fried-egg]

FINALLY THIS IS MY CALLING

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WORST??? Damn alright. A d you could always send one in man! Don't be shyyy

Vada's worst trait is that she fucking LOVES weed. That mf has one of those beanies with a weed leaf on the front. She's hooked but she's trying to get off of it for you

Wednesday is just cold. She doesn't even try to care. She is definitely one of the worst jo characters to date. It takes a while to get her comfortable enough to even hold her hand... you better have some patience!

Tara is a ghostface victim. She is scared of every little noise in the house. She always thinks that ghostface is going to come back. She trusts you though, she would never think that you're ghostface. NOT. She thought that you were ghostface so Mindy made Tara get into a relationship with you to get to know you better and to make sure that you're not ghostface. But Tara fell in love with you and she actually wants to be your girlfriend now.

Well, Phoebe is being chased by demons so... that's a pretty bad trait. Besides that she tends to treat you like a therapist instead of going to an actual therapist.

Lorraine doesn't have bad traits fuck you she is perfect and sweet

Camila is so mean to you. She means it as a joke but sometimes it gets too much... she is nice to you after she hurts your feelings though.

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[vanatalye]

I‘M IN LOVE WITH JENNA ORTEGA!

ok. I said it. It’s out.

Thank you for listening

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