Chapter 5 - Off Script
Summary~ During a much-needed break from filming, Melissa hosts a lively hangout for the cast filled with games, laughter, and a fair bit of chaos. Amid the playful energy, you find yourself caught between lighthearted moments with friends and Jenna’s increasingly tipsy attention moments that blur the line between simple fun and something far more personal.
Pairings~ Jenna Ortega x female reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol
Tags~ wlw
WC: 1.3k
A/N: hellooo everyoneeee hope you enjoy
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The cast had a rare break from filming, so Melissa had invited everyone over for a casual hangout at her place a little unwind before the next round of long shooting days. You’d driven over, music in the car keeping your nerves calm, reminding yourself this was just supposed to be fun. The house was cozy and warm, dimly lit with candles, snacks scattered across tables, and the faint smell of Melissa’s cooking lingering in the air. It immediately felt like a space to let go, a break from scripts and sets.
The moment you walked in, the energy hit you like a wave. Jasmin was in full chaos mode, juggling a pile of cards while narrating each action like a hyperactive game show host. Mason and Jack were tangled in some sort of debate over a board game, gesturing wildly, laughter spilling out of both of them. Liana perched elegantly on the sofa armrest, smirking at everyone but commenting just enough to keep the drama going.
And Jenna… she leaned casually against the counter, glass in hand, tipsy but looking effortlessly composed. Her attention, however, was laser-focused on Mason, laughing too loudly at his jokes, leaning into him mid-game, and nearly tripping over his feet more than once.
You quietly claimed a spot near the snacks, just far enough to observe. The night kicked off with a mix of card games, board games, and a few silly dares. Mason, spotting you from across the room, grinned and waved you over.
“Come help me figure out this puzzle,” he said conspiratorially. “I need someone smart to bail me out.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You? Bailed out? That’s new.”
He nudged you playfully. “Hey, don’t make me regret trusting you.”
It was a small, harmless interaction, but it made your chest feel lighter amid the chaos.
The games escalated. At one point, Mason tried balancing a stack of cups on his head while dancing to a song Jasmin put on, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Jack lunged at him in mock sabotage, nearly sending them both crashing into the snack table. Popcorn flew. Liana shrieked, diving to save the last cookie. Melissa sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated, trying to maintain some semblance of order.
Jenna, tipsy and giggling, spun around mid-laugh and almost collided with you. “Whoa! Careful, you!” she slurred, catching herself on your shoulder. Her fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary, teasing, almost handsy in a way that made your heart stutter.
You chuckled nervously, brushing her hand lightly off. “Maybe watch where you’re going,” you murmured, hiding the heat rising in your cheeks.
Her lips twitched into a playful, mischievous smile. “I could, but I’d rather crash into you.”
You blinked, caught off guard, and she winked before spinning back toward Mason. Your chest tightened as she leaned into him again, whispering something that made him chuckle softly.
You tried to refocus on the game, but your eyes kept darting back. She was tipsy definitely more uninhibited than usual. And somehow, amidst all the chaos, she was throwing little glances your way, fingers brushing yours accidentally as she reached for a snack or laughed too close.
Finally, you decided it might be best to step away, claiming you were going to refill your drink, though really, you needed a moment to breathe. You made your way toward the kitchen, hoping for a little calm.
Just as you were about to leave, Jenna stumbled after you, gripping your arm. “Don’t… leave me,” she mumbled, leaning heavily against you, breath warm against your neck. You steadied her, one arm around her waist.
“I’m not going anywhere… but maybe you should sit?” you said softly, trying to keep her upright.
Her fingers tightened around your arm, and she muttered incoherent, half-drunk words, but some of her sentences got clear enough to sting.
“Why… you looking at him?” she slurred, pointing vaguely toward Mason, who was now wrapped in a chaotic hug with Jack. “Look…at me…not.…him…”
You froze, face burning. “Jenna…what?”
She pouted, glossy-eyed, leaning into you. Her hands moved to your shoulders, tugging gently, insisting you pay attention to her. “Want… me… not… him…” she muttered, swaying slightly.
You swallowed, flustered, unsure how to respond as she leaned against you, holding onto your arm like an anchor. Every so often she giggled, muttering half-coherent complaints about Mason while pressing closer. Her fingers brushed against your side, then wrapped around your arm again, clingy in a way that made your pulse race.
From behind, the chaos inside continued. Jack and Mason wrestled, sending a bag of chips flying. Liana and Jasmin laughed uncontrollably at Melissa, who was trying and failing to maintain composure while Mason pretended to nearly crush her in a hug. You glanced back, heart sinking a little as Jenna’s focus drifted again, whispering complaints and mumbling jealous words incoherently about Mason, yet still pressed into you.
“I… can’t… leave,” she muttered against your chest, barely coherent. Her hands slid to clutch your arm again, nails lightly digging, grounding her to you. You let her, careful not to lose balance, and guided her outside.
The cool night air was a relief, though Jenna clung to you the moment you stepped out. “Drive… me…” she murmured, wrapping one arm around your waist and keeping the other gripping your arm. You opened the car, helping her inside, careful as she swayed slightly, clutching your arm like she’d fall without it.
The ride was quiet but intimate. Her head rested lightly on your shoulder while her hand stayed wrapped around your arm, fingers squeezing now and then as she muttered soft, half-drunk words that made your heart hammer in ways you didn’t expect. She wasn’t complaining anymore, her words blurred into half-formed compliments, mumbled mentions of you being “sweet” or “warm,” soft enough that you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear them.
Arriving at her house, you gently helped her out of the car, still holding her steady. She leaned against you, her grip never loosening, muttering sleepy fragments of words as you guided her to her bedroom.
You helped her onto the bed, tucking her in carefully. She sighed contentedly, curling slightly toward you, fingers still clutching your arm. Then, suddenly, she tugged again, dragging you down with her. You landed beside her, startled, as she curled against your chest, arms draping lazily across you.
“Stay… don’t… go,” she mumbled, tipsy and utterly clingy. Her lips brushed your shoulder, soft and warm. She nuzzled into you, half-coherent words slipping out between sleepy sighs, some too mumbled to catch, some just soft fragments that made your chest tighten.
You let out a quiet laugh, careful not to move too much. Her weight was light but determined, fingers tangling in your clothes lightly, holding onto you as if the world had shrunk to this tiny bed.
“I… I’ll stay,” you whispered, adjusting slightly so she could get comfortable without being crushed.
She hummed, shifting slightly to press closer. “Good… only you…” she murmured, words blurred by sleep but carrying a weight that made your breath catch.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, a soft, tipsy sigh escaping her lips as sleep overtook her. You stayed there, watching her drift off, feeling the warmth of her curled against you, and realizing just how close and vulnerable she could be when tipsy and how flustered it left you in return.
