#wolfi writes

1 Week Later

You were running, fast and out of breath to get out of the airport and home as soon as you could. 

Four days after you landed in Montreal, you got a call from Sam telling you that another ghostface attack happened. Your heart dropped at the news, and you told her you would book the soonest flight possible.

Unfortunately, that flight would be three days later, and each hour of each day was grueling and terrifying. Your thoughts ran wild with Tara, if she was okay, what had happened, and why that fucker was back. 

You hurried past the crowd of people by the door, spotting your uber nearby. You ran over to him, threw your belongings in the car, and practically yelled the address at him. Your leg bounced the whole way, nails being chewed on during the ride.

You sent Tara a text at some point, saying you were home and on the way to her, but you didn’t get a response. She didn’t even read the message, which had your heart beating way too fast. 

Eventually you made it to the apartment complex, thanking your driver before throwing your bag over your shoulder and running inside. You went up four flights up stairs before reaching the Carpenter sisters door. Your fist met the wood, knocking light but fast. 

Each second felt like a minute, which then felt like an hour. You rocked impatiently on your feet, until the door clicked and swung open. There stood Sam, looking weary and tired, but alive. She smiled weakly at you, reaching to pull you into a hug.

“Y/N.” She said, giving you a sisterly squeeze, “Welcome back.”

“Hey Sam.” You replied, pulling back to give her a quick check over, “You okay?”

“No, but I will be.” She patted your shoulder, “Come on in.”

You walked past her into the living room, setting your bag down on one of their chairs before turning back to her. She looked tired, worn and beaten down from her encounter with ghostface. There was a new scar on her shoulder, stitched up and bruised around the edges. It looked deep, like whoever had slashed her had a personal agenda against her.

You eyed her warily, unsure of what to comment on. She assumed your thoughts, and gestures to the scar on her shoulder.

“Had to take a souvenir with me, didn’t I?” 

You didn’t know whether to laugh or scold her, but the look on her face told you that she was being humorous. So you snorted, stifling your laugh to a giggle as she chuckled with you.

“Haaa…uhm…where’s Tara?” You asked after calming down, wiping your eyes.

“She’s out with Mindy and Chad, they wanted to get lunch.” Sam replied, moving past you and into the kitchen, “Are you hungry? I’m sure it was a long flight.”

Your stomach comically growled, causing Sam to smirk, “Uhh yeah, I could use some food.”

She nodded, going to the fridge to make something for you to eat. You planned on following her, until the jingle of keys caught your attention. Your head whipped around, just in time to see three very familiar faces waltz into the room. Mindy came in first, Chad followed after…with Tara tucked under his arm?

You saw her before she saw you, which gave you a chance to analyze her features. She looked almost the same as when you left, just a little more pale than normal but you brushed it off as blood loss. Her arm was in a blue sling, contrasting against the black jeans and white blouse she wore. She was laughing, gazing up at Chad with eyes that you wish she was looking at you with, and that pained your heart.

“Oh hey Y/N!” Mindy said, waving at you.

Tara’s eyes snapped to you, wide and surprised to see that you were standing in her apartment. Time seemed to slow as she moved, speedily walking around the couch and throwing herself into your arms. Your arms enveloped her, pulling her in for a tight hug, her face tucking under your chin and into your chest.

Her scent invaded your nose, but it wasn’t the smell you remembered of her. Sure, it was still her earthy soil fragrance, but it had now mixed in with a masculine cologne that made your stomach churn unpleasantly. You knew who it belonged to, but you didn’t wanna assume the worst.

Maybe they just got close?

Hopefully.

“Y-you’re home…” She cried into your chest, hugging your waist tightly, “You c-came back…”

You took her chin in your hand, tilting her face up to look at you. Tears had cascaded down her face, ruining her mascara but that wasn’t really the problem at the moment. You smiled at her, leaning down to brush your lips against hers. She pushed herself into you, bouncing up on her toes when her lips met yours. 

The kiss was soft, passionate and sweet that had your heart thumping way too fast. Her lips were so delicious, plump, soft and all around irresistible. She leaned into you, chasing and huffing when you pulled back for air.

“I’m here.” You reassured her softly, kissing her forehead gently, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She sobbed at your words, grateful to have you back in her arms. A whimper passed her lips when you hugged her closer, your hand accidentally brushing against her new found scar on her back. You cringed, moving your hand to her lower back instead. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled, in which she hummed and squeezed you harder in response.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” She whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it, “There’s a lot you don’t know…”

You smiled, pulling back to get a better look at her. Some hair had fallen into her face, so you gently tucked the locks behind her ear to see her features better. Tanned skin splashed with freckles, and beautiful brown eyes that had your knees buckling.

Your Tara.

“We need to catch you up on a lot.” Mindy said from across the room, giving you a tight lipped smile.  

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” You said, glancing around between all four of them, “I wish I was here to help.”

“Don’t belittle yourself like that.” Tara affirmed, pulling at your shirt to remove the wrinkles, “You couldn’t have known about anything.”

You sighed, giving a nod with a tight lipped smile. Your eyes trailed to Chad, locking a gaze with him. He was staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite pinpoint, a sort of narrowed unease look.

Jealousy.

“Hey man.” You said to him, catching his attention.

His face changed immediately, an award-winning smile on his face, “Hey Y/N/N.”

“Hey, your food is on the table.” Sam called from the room over, causing Mindy and Chad to start to move towards the door.

“We need to get back to our dorms.” Mindy said, giving you a smile and a wave, “See you in class!”

The door swung shut, and you subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. Chad was making you feel uncomfortable, and a small pit of sourness had formed in your stomach from seeing him so close to your girlfriend. You’re not sure if something had happened between them, or if the events of those two days had changed them, but there was a new spark there that you weren’t fond of. 

“How was your retreat?” Tara asked after you sat down and she slid herself into your side, “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was alright.” You shrugged, taking a large bite of the sandwich Sam made you, “Boring mostly.”

Tara hummed, leaning her head on your shoulder while your arm went around her to pull her into you. 

“I’d ask how it was here while I was gone, but that seems inappropriate.” You joked, watching Sam to gauge if that was okay to say.

She seemed stoic for a second, but let out a light chuckle at your humor. Tara giggled as well, pinching your side as a punishment but she seemed to let it slide. You smiled, turning to press your lips to her hair before finishing your sandwich and standing up.

“Thank you for feeding me Sam.” You said, leaning over the sink to wash your plate.

“Of course, you look like you need it.” She replied, taking the washed plate and setting it on the drying mat, “You also look like you need sleep.”

You nodded, a comedic yawn coming through at her statement. Tara snorted from behind you, in which Sam shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“Just a nap though, nothing heavy.” You muttered, stretching your arms, “Is the guest room open?”

“Yeah it’s-.”

“You can sleep in mine!” Tara interrupted, jumping up from her chair, “It’s more comfortable anyways.”

You shrugged, giving Sam a thankful smile before grabbing your things and heading to your girlfriends room. Tara hurried behind you, taking one of your bags with her non-injured arm. You pushed her door open, subconsciously sighing at the sight of it. 

It was the same as when you left, still decorated like Tara begged you to do, still organized to perfection, and still smelling like the girl you loved. 

Still her.

The touch of a hand on your back made you jump, your head turning to catch Tara’s brown eyes. She gazed at you lovingly, a gentle smile on her face as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“I missed you.” She murmured, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“I missed you more.” You replied, deepening the kiss and pulling her into you.

She mumbled something incoherent against your lips and turned her head to the side, slotting herself against you. Her tongue prodded against your mouth, wishing to be let in so she could properly taste you. You complied, parting your lips so she could infiltrate you.

“Mmph.” You moaned, your hands squeezing her hips with a bruising grip, “Tara…”

She hummed, trying to push you towards the bed. You almost agreed, until a waft of men’s cologne hit your nose again. It made you hesitate, and Tara felt your body tense up under her hand. 

She pulled back from you with a furrowed brow, “What’s wrong?”

You stared her down, blinking awkwardly and opening your mouth to speak. No words came, just pure silence as you stared at her. You wanted to ask about the cologne, you knew it belonged fo Chad and now you wanted to know what happened between them, but you also didn’t want to jeopardize your relationship just because you thought she was possibly doing something with him.

“Nothing I…I’m just tired.” You gave her a reassuring smile, but she saw right through you. 

“No something’s wrong, you’ve been weird since you got home.” She said, frowning at you, “Tell me.”

You shrugged, not really keen on speaking your concerns. Tara’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling down into a small pout. She shoved you lightly, pushing you back to sit on the edge of her bed. Once you sat down, she planted herself right in your lap, a way to make sure you wouldn’t run off and away from her.

“What is it?” She asked softly, her eyes tender and full of love, “You know you can talk to me, baby.”

“Tara, you wouldn’t want me to.” You murmured, rubbing her hips with your thumbs.

“That is such bullshit and you know it.”

You sighed and caved in, leaning in to press your lips to her cheek before you spoke.

“Did something happen between you and Chad while I was gone?” You asked tentatively, watching her reaction.

Tara stiffened, eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting away from yours instantly. You knew you hit the mark, especially when her hand left your shoulder to nervously play with the necklace you bought her.

“Not something I’m proud of.” She mumbled, turning her head away from you, “Promise you won’t scream at me.”

“Yeah, of course.” You replied, massaging her thighs in an effort to calm her nerves.

She inhaled, reaching up to thread her fingers in your hair. Her nails softly scratched your scalp, almost making your eyes flutter shut if you weren’t so focused on what she was about to tell you. 

“When we were at the theatre, trying to trap…ghostface.” Tara seethed, wincing at the lethal name, “Chad confessed to me.”

You stayed quiet, listening intently to what she had to say. Your thumbs rubbed on her thighs, coaxing her to tell you the rest. She took a deep breath, and sighed sadly before speaking.

“He kissed me, and I didn’t push him away.” 

You tensed, your eyes narrowing. Your emotions rose dangerously, but you remained as calm as you could possibly be. The promise you made rang in your ears, and yelling at her wouldn’t help the cause anyways. 

How could she kiss him? Why would he kiss her? Chad was well aware that you and Tara have been dating since the beginning of college, so what force compelled him to make a move on her when you were gone?

“I froze up, I didn’t know what to do.” Tara muttered sadly, reaching down to intertwin your fingers with hers, “His arms were around me, and I was so shocked that I just stood there and-”

You pulled her lips into yours, silencing her rambling immediately. She melted in your hold, hooking her arm around your neck to pull herself closer to you. Your arms slid around her waist, being well aware of her new injuries before hugging her gently. 

“You’re okay.” You mumbled to her, pressing a comforting kiss to her neck, “I’m not mad.”

She sighed in relief, dropping her head to rest on your shoulder before her body started to shake from her tears falling freely.

“I never meant to do that to you.” She sniffled, her hand rubbing your back, “The only reason he is still here is because I never told Sam and I didn’t wanna be a dick towards him.”

“It’s alright, Tara.” You reassured, patting her butt, “Did you at least remind him that you aren’t interested?”

She giggled, giving you a gentle squeeze, “Of course I did.”

You hummed, falling backwards onto the bed with her still on top of you. She squealed in surprise, laughing when you rolled over and began to pepper her neck with little feather kisses. She reached up and cupped your cheek, pulling your attention to her. Her eyes trailed over your features, seemingly taking in your appearance so she could remember it. 

“So beautiful.” Tara cooed, licking her lips before pulling you down into a kiss.

Your lips moved in sync, and your mind fired blank spots when her knee sneakily slid up between your legs.

A nap could wait. 

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You yawned, rolling over in your bed to grasp onto the pillow behind you. Warmth from the rising sun coated your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Your face was buried in the pillow, the faint smell of Jenna’s sweet perfume invading your senses. She has been gone for over five months with filming a new movie, details to you were unknown as she was required to keep her mouth shut about production until the release date would be announced.

To say that you were incredibly disappointed when you found out she would be gone for so long, would be an understatement. Hugging her goodbye at the airport was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, besides burying your dog, but that sadness is on a whole other level that you can’t begin to describe.

The sound of your ringtone jolted you out of your half-asleep state, causing you to groan unpleasantly. You rolled over, a few joints popping the process, and blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone. Once you picked it up, you moved back into your previous position to see why your phone was ringing.

An unknown number appeared at the top of your screen, ringing from Venice, Italy. Initially, you ignored it and put your phone back, assuming it was a spam call. But after it rang two more times, you decided to pick it up.

“Hello?” You said, voice heavy with sleep.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A soft male voice asked.

“Yes.” You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before looking at your alarm clock, “Who is this? It’s 7:30 in the morning, why are you calling me?”

“I’m Jenna Ortega’s assistant, I’m calling to tell you that she is flying in to the airport and will be picked up in about an hour.”

You froze on the spot, your index finger in your mouth trying to pick your teeth.

“What did you say?” You asked, now much more awake and present.

“That Jenna is flying in and will be-.”

“She’s not supposed to be back until July 23rd.”

“Jenna wanted to come home instead of staying with her friend to celebrate for the last couple weeks, hence why she is going to be picked up in an hour.” He said, slight irritation in his voice.

“Why’d she not tell me this?” You questioned more to yourself than him as you stood up to head to your bathroom.

“I am no wiser than you, I’m just here to relay the message she gave to me.”

“Okay, thanks for calling.” You murmured, a ping of sadness in the back of your throat.

“Of course, have a nice day.”

You sighed, sliding your phone into your pocket and grabbing your toothbrush from the counter, running it under water before bringing it to your mouth.

Why would she not tell you she was coming home? What could she possibly be doing for weeks on end that would be considered ‘celebrating’? Who is this ‘friend’ she could’ve stayed with for that long? What was she not telling you?

“Fuck.” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed over yourself, taking in your appearance and your flaws. Insecurities bubbled up inside of you, making your brain jump into an overthinking mode. You started to point out things about yourself that could and would potentially cause Jenna to not love you anymore; some being your thighs, your weight, and even your eyes which Jenna always fawns over.

You seemed to be staring for awhile, because the sound of a doorbell startled you out of your daze.

“Is she home already?” You mumbled, checking your phone to see the time, “Damn okay.”

You hurried to the front door, running your hand through your hair to look at least somewhat presentable before turning the handle and opening it.

There stood Jenna, dressed in adidas loungewear, a hat, and her infamous black headphones strung around her neck. Her many suitcases were behind her, plus a man who looked to be carrying more of her bags.

“Hey.” She said, a smile on her face as she stepped in to your shared apartment.

She pulled her suitcase behind her, gesturing to the man where to put her bags. He set them in the kitchen, eyed you in your oversized band shit and thankfully hidden underwear, and saw himself out.

“Baby.” You turned to Jenna’s voice, blushing when you saw her opening her arms to you.

You obliged, walking straight into her body, wrapping your arms around her to pull her into a tight hug. She was warm, and smelled of stale coffee but you didn’t mind. Her arms pulled you in closer, her nose burying into your hair as she inhaled your shampoo.

“I guess you missed me.” She noted, swaying you slightly as a calming method, “Am I correct?”

“Mmph.” You hummed, not wanting to let go of such a comfortable person, “You’re warm.”

Jenna giggled, music to your ears, and made an effort to rub your arms with her hands to heat you up. You groaned against her, tucking your face into her neck.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked, one of her hands sliding up your back and into your hair, “You look like you just did.”

“Your snappy assistant woke me.” You murmured, sighing when she started to massage your scalp.

“Oh Jack? Yeah he is a bit of a pushover.”

You snorted, giving her a squeeze before leaning back to be face to face with her. She gazed at you, her brown eyes searching yours as she bumped her nose into yours.

“C’mere.” You mumbled before moving forward and connecting your lips to hers.

She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you close to her. Your lips slid against hers, the soft sounds of kissing filling your kitchen.

“Yeah, I missed you.” Jenna whispered between kisses, humming when you pushed her up against the counter so she would sit on it.

“Five months is way too long.” You said, squeezing her thigh with your hand, “Don’t leave for that long again, please.”

She nodded, tilting your chin back with her hand to press her lips to your neck before hopping off of the counter and heading towards your bedroom.

“Can you grab my bags for me please?” She called behind her, eyes cast down to her phone.

Immediately you did, grabbing her things and following her into your shared bedroom. She was seated on the bed, scrolling through her phone while you set her bags down and go to work putting her clothes away in her closet.

You organized it neatly, knowing that Jenna preferred her clothes to go in rainbow order from t-shirts to pants. As you worked, you failed to notice that she had laid down on her bed and was watching you.

“You wanna get some food later?” She asked, making you turn around to meet her gaze, “Just me and you?”

You smiled, nodding in agreement, and turned back to finish unpacking for her. Once you put all of her clothes away, she was quick to find an outfit for you that was suitable in her eyes, and then you both were off into the town.

The car ride was peaceful, windows down and a nice breeze flowing through. Jenna had your hand in her lap, her fingers intertwined with yours while your other hand held the steering wheel. Music played softly over the radio, a song that made your passenger hum along contently.

“Left at the next light.” Jenna said to you, her eyes focused on the directions on her phone.

You followed her words, turning your (actually Jenna’s) car down a narrow road until you found a parking spot to stop at. After you turned the car off, you hurried out and over to Jenna’s side so you could open the door for her.

She giggled when you did, leaning up to plant a kiss on your cheek and murmuring something about being such a chivalrous lady, before taking your hand and leading you along to where she wanted to go.

The restaurant she picked was gorgeous, a little cottage breakfast spot that had a great view of the beach below. Jenna asked to be seated outside, meaning you were down on the sand instead of inside the cozy restaurant.

“We’ll both take a water to start.” Jenna told the waiter as you both sat down, a sweet smile on her face as he walked away.

One of the many perks of being with Jenna, is that she knew you so well that she could speak for you almost whenever. You weren’t big on public social interactions, so Jenna took the role of talking for you and being your anchor while being out and about with her.

“What looks appealing to you?” She asked, her brown eyes scanning over the menu, “Anything?”

“Eggs Benedict sounds delicious to me.” You said thoughtfully, setting your menu down to give you full attention to your girlfriend.

“That does sound good.” She replied, her eyes glinting with excitement when she saw a certain meal on the menu, “Oooo Avocado Toast.”

You smiled, shamelessly admiring her from across the table. Under the golden glow of the early morning sun, she looked extremely radiant; full of light and joy that had your heart thumping like a drum.

How you got to become her girlfriend, it was beyond you to understand, but you were very aware of how lucky you were. Jenna is one in a million, and you were the soul person she chose to let into her closely guarded life. She made you feel wanted and cared for, and that was something you cherished everyday.

“Here is your waters.” Your waiter said, appearing out of absolutely nowhere, “Have we decided on our orders?”

“Avocado Toast with some tomate slices and vinegar,” Jenna said, peering at the menu, “And an order of Eggs Benedict with the pepper on the side, please.”

Your waiter nodded, finishing jotting down your orders before taking your menus and walking away.

“It’s nice out.” Jenna noted, staring at the waves rolling over the sand, “I bet the water is warm.”

“Do you want to go swim or something?” You joked, sipping your water with a grin.

“We should, it would be nice.” She said, turning her eyes back to you.

“You just wanna see me in a swimsuit.”

“I’ve seen you in less.”

You blushed, your nose scrunching up while your face flushed red. Jenna suppressed a laugh, holding her hand out for you to take while she tried not to giggle.

“It’s nice having you here, Jen.” You said, resting your hand in hers, “I did miss you.”

“I promise those long filming times will be cut a lot shorter.” She mumbled, chin her in her hand as she lovingly gazed at you, “I have more important things that doing a movie.”

“Like what?”

“Like you.”

“Oh my god.” You pulled your hand away, hiding your face while Jenna properly laughed this time.

“Seriously though,” She said, taking a sip of water, “I’ll be with you much more often from now on.”

You nodded into your hands, only sitting up when your food arrived. The meal was delicious and perfectly subdued your growling stomach from lack of food earlier this morning. Once you both finished and Jenna paid the bill, she took your hand and pulled you onto the beach for a walk along the shore.

She tucked herself into your side, pulling your arm around her shoulders while her own went around your waist. Every now and then, she would lean up and press a few kisses to your jaw while you walked, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You soon realized she was doing it when people walked by, putting on a little show of how much she adored and owned you.

“No need to be possessive baby.” You reassured, stopping when she cupped your cheeks, “I’m only for you.”

“Better be.” She murmured lowly before stepping on her tiptoes to kiss you.

You recuperated immediately, slotting your lips into hers. She tasted different from this morning, hints of cherry lipgloss and a breath mint were on her tongue, but you weren’t complaining.

“I love you.” Jenna said after pulling back to catch her breath, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” You replied, leaning into her hand, “And most.”

Her eyes softened, a genuine gentle smile on her face. She pulled you in again, giving your lips a kiss that was only ever reserved for you; soft and loving that made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“Te amo, mi amor.” She murmured against your lips.

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The school day flew by for you, all because you couldn't stop thinking about the sweet girl who invited you over for studying. Every class you were scolded for zoning out, but you couldn't help thinking of what events could occur at the certain latina’s house.

You had never been invited over before; yes you have been by the house to drop off Jenna’s younger twins because she was to sick to pick them up from school, but you had never been inside. 

But unfortunately, all your excitement was diminished when you spotted Jenna standing at her locker, with Houston Moores, the star football player of the highschool team. He was leaning up against the wall, standing over her with a playful smile on his face, and as you drew closer, you could hear Jenna giggling.

Not wanting an interaction with the two, you went straight for your locker and started gathering your things to head home. Jenna turned around from the noise and instantly smiled she saw you, her eyes lighting up like a christmas tree.

"Y/N!" She cheesed, giving the you a swift hug.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, startling you so much that you jolted backwards at the abrupt gesture. Jenna looked at you with concern, her eyes softening at your startled state.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said, fixing the wrinkles in your shirt.

You shook your head, the few strands of hair that hung at the front of your face came undone, so you subtly tucked them back behind your ear. Jenna found that action one of the most adorable things you do, along with the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, and how your eyebrows knit together when you are focused.

"It's fine Jenna, I'm good." You replied with a small smile..

Jenna returned the smile before someone behind them coughed harshly. Your y/e/c eyes met Houston’s coffee brown ones, which happened to be filled with confusion and jealousy. Jenna seemed to have someone flick a switch inside her, and she straightened her self up immediately.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I don't think you can come over today." Jenna said to you, giving you an apologetic frown.

You raised an eyebrow, but refrained from speaking. Something that you learned from being constantly picked on, is to keep silent, you found out that if you don't give a reaction, the latter will leave you alone.

"I'm sorry." Jenna repeated, watching your every

move.

"It's fine, I think I had some stuff to do anyways." You lied, giving a fake smile that only Jenna could recognize.

"Are you sure?" She asked, taking a small step towards you.

You scoffed, shoving the last of your belongings into your book bag. You slung it over your shoulder, turning to face the girl you were so obsessed with.

"I'm sure, most don't get angry with their friends canceling on them repeatedly." You sneered, sarcasm laced in your voice.

You stared down Jenna’s beautiful brown eyes before turning on your heel and hurrying off to your car outside. Yes, you felt somewhat bad for yelling at her, but at the same time you didn't regret what you said. Jenna had canceled on you constantly in the past, creating a repetitive nature of the two of you making plans but not ever meeting up. It ended causing you to never want to even try to make plans, because Jenna would inevitably drop out at the last minute.

'It's whatever, she doesn't even care half the time' You thought bitterly.

Little did you know, she was watching you run off, a sinking feeling in her chest telling her that she definitely did care.

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After your mini tantrum in front of Jenna, you proceeded to head to a drunk Halloween themed party the next day. You wanted to get your mind off of the rose smelling sweetheart by drinking off your sorrows with tons and tons of vodka.

Sounds great!

Currently you were getting ready, putting the final touches on your costume. You decided to go as 'Lara Croft' from 'Tomb Raider', but as things were expensive and you weren’t gonna try to make a red carpet worthy outfit, you settled for a more watered down version. In your opinion, all you had to do was wear a tank top, shorts, and combat boots, roll in dirt, then have a bow and arrow on your back.

"I can't believe my sister is going to a cheesy Halloween party!" Theo said dramatically, taking photos of you while you finished up your makeup.

"I'm not six Theo, I'm allowed to go to parties." You replied, putting your mascara away.

"You are missing my point! Y/N Y/L/N, a lesbian, is gonna hang with a bunch of low ledge straights!"

You snorted, shaking out your hair that hung loosely around your shoulders. You decided to let it loose, seeing that now was a perfect time to 'fuck up the normal'. After you finished cleaning your vanity, you turned to see your brother shaking his head at you.

"Cmon Theo, if you are so concerned just come with me." You suggested, grabbing your bag.

"I don't have a costume dingus, I can't just show up."

Theo responded while using your red lipstick.

You rolled your eyes as you packed your bag with the necessary things you relies on, including your epipen, your inhaler, and an extra sweater because fashion changes are vital. Most of the time you wouldn't have to use your medical devices, but you still needed them in the case an emergency happened. It would be bad to go into shock at a drunk party anyways. 

"Theo, you look like a drag queen half the time, if you show up like how you do know no one will care." You said, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

Theo gave you a glare, paused in thought, then slumped his shoulders and walked past you.

"Fine, but if you get laid don't come running to me for a ride home." He snipped, grabbing his keys.

"Who the hell would want to have sex with me Theo?"

"Oh I dunno, Jenna Ortega?"

You froze in your tracks, slowly turning to face your brother. He had a triumphant smirk on his face, and his eyes showed gleams of curiosity.

"Y/N/N, I'm not stupid. I see the way you gawk at her." Theo said, getting into the drivers side.

You slowly followed suit, sliding slowly into the passenger seat next to him. He stared at you , cocking his head to the side.

"Y/N..." He started.

"What." You snapped, your arms crossed over your chest.

Theo sighed and squinted at the road ahead of him, aware of the cars passing by.

"Listen, I wasn't trying to be mean."

You were silent, watching the trees whizzing by in the background, your mind feeling melted.

"Y/N/N, I understand how you-."

"No, you don't!" You hissed, glaring at your half-brother.

See, you and Theo used to not get along; your relationship as half-siblings was exceedingly complicated and torn, as your father decided to ditch both of your moms and left you all to fend for yourselves for years until he came back on his hands and knees begging to be let back in. All he wanted was the money, but your mom never saw that and still hasn’t to this day.

Theo took on the role as a father figure to you, even though you both are the same age, but along with that he gained the trait of strictness and the indescribable obsession to make sure he always knew where you were. Those traits were lost when your family moved last summer, but that doesn't mean you forgot.

"You don't understand at all! You don't know what it's like to fall in love with someone who won't ever

consider you, who is happily living her dream and doesn't even like girls!" You yelled, slamming your hands down on top of the glove box. 

You gripped the cheap plastic, feeling it crack under you fingertips before you spoke, “She doesn’t even like me.”

You slumped backwards again, leaning to look back out the window. Everything you said was true, and unfortunately your feelings had grown subsequently for Jenna, but it seemed to you that you would never be able to have what you dreamt of.

"I'm sorry." Theo whispered.

"It's okay." You whispered back, keeping your gaze on the word outside.

Theo sighed but pressed the gas pedal down, driving down the wet road to the raging Halloween party.

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You hooked up with Jenna Ortega.

Big statement to say, but it’s very very true. How it happened though, well that’s a long story. It dates back to when you were both seniors in highschool….

———Past———

You were a dream girl; straight A's, decently pretty, wasn't talkative yet everyone ended up having a conversation with you, just all around good. You were the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl that guys would fawn over and other girls would envy for your vigorous reputation. But alas, that's only the shell that people saw.

In reality, you were someone a mom would scold you for hanging out with because you’re so risky. When you were nine, you climbed a telephone pole and did the macarena sitting on top of it. At fourteen, you somehow hot wired your fathers car and proceeded to crash it, breaking only a toe. And now, at the ripe age of eighteen, you have caused your entire family to move from Miami to Coachella Valley; what a big jump.

It wasn't your intention to almost burn down the school just because you got into a fight and your first defensive measure was to whip out a lighter attached to a can of hairspray and try to turn poor Greta Stone into a Doctor Phil look-a-like just because she called your brother a fag.

You liked to say it was an accident.

But expulsion was given and boy were your parents angry, so angry that they hopped a few states and ended up in a small town full of party people.

Your brother, Theo, was so disappointed in you that he called you a "queer failure".

"I am not a 'Queer Failure'!" You snarled, mocking your brother's voice.

"But you are, and that is a tragedy." Theo replied, his nose buried in a picture of Rob Lowe.

He was already engorged in a magazine from the local drug store that he didn't even realize he was spilling his Pepsi, which you found of the utmost amusing.

"Will both of you please stop bickering? You've been nipping at each other for so long you didn't even notice we are here." Your mother said, scolding you both..

You peered out the window, your y/e/c eyes focusing on the large familiar building. It was already busy with people, some rushing through the doors while others loitered around their cars and by the bike parking area.

You frowned, but got out of the car with your usual calm demeanor. Theo followed suit, hopping out with what he would call a 'gay swing', and strutted off into the ocean of high-smoked teenagers to presumably get a buzz.

"Behave, okay? I don't want a call again." Your mother said through the car window, smiling warmly at you.

"I'll try mom." You replied, leaning down to kiss her cheek before you walked off.

It was a normal thing for teachers to call home about your behavior; you always ended up being reckless and snappy with everyone and everything you come across. 

But that's just how you are.

With your bag loosely hung over your shoulder and your head held high, you lazily walked towards the school, ignoring the looks you received from passersby.

See, your wardrobe was different from most girls. You didn't wear any of the typical sundresses or skinny jeans with floral shirts, you wore guys clothes, nike shorts with hoodies and converses, no matter the weather. Not trying to peg yourself as ‘i’m not like other girls’, but you were definitely a heavy masc.

As you walked in, you noticed a pair of three girls ogling a guy walking past. He had blonde curly hair styled back into a mullet, with matching denim jacket and jeans, and a white button down. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, completely disregarding school rules as he went towards the parking lot.

'Typical lazy fuck.' You thought as you passed by.

You eventually made it into the school, and proceeded to head straight for your locker as you didn't need any interaction with anyone here. You fumbled with the lock and it's nerving combination before successfully opening it. You took out your assortment of books and binders, placing them neatly on the top shelf before hanging up your backpack.

You were so engrossed in organizing your locker that you almost missed a certain latina girl walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes snapped to her and followed her down the hall to three lockers down from your own.

That girl was Jenna Ortega, the prime jewel of your highschool, or so you liked to think. She was drop dead gorgeous in your opinion, with wavy brown hair that framed her beautifully freckled face, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, and slightly tanned skin that looked warm and inviting. She was the girl that you first fell in love with, and probably the last.

You first met Jenna when you were outside fixing your bike in the driveway; Jenna happened to go a different route on her morning walk and had noticed you working your ass off in the California sun. She stopped to say hello and introduced herself seeing that you were new to the neighborhood.

Ever since that day, you couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jenna’s heart belonged to no one, but that still didn’t mean should or even could make a move.You didn't mind, it was actually easier to just admire and imagine instead of embarrassing yourself with a potential rejection.

Doesn’t mean that you still yearned to be with her.

"Hey Y/n!"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice you knew almost instantly, your body turning to the short girl.

"Hey Jenna." You replied smoothly, though your heart was running forty miles a second from the voice of a girl who could easily end your life with a wink.

“How was your weekend?” She asked, looking up at your with the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, “Was it enjoyable?”

“Meh, it was alright.” You said, grabbing your binder out of your locker, “How was yours?”

“It was relaxing, just what I needed.”

You hummed and nodded, reaching down to grab your water bottle, “Did you need something from me?”

"I was wondering if you had anything to do after school today? I need to study for my chemistry quiz and you are the only person who I trust to help me get it done." Jenna asked, toying with her fingers.

Truthfully, Jenna didn't need help studying for her chemistry test, she actually didn't need help studying at all due to the fact that there wasn't a chemistry test. She just wanted to spend time with her friend, the one she couldn't get her mind off of for some reason.

See, she found you to be one of the utmost unique. From your cinnamon brown skin, to your silky hair that was always pulled back into the cutest pony tail. Jenna saw you as the prime reason to why she questioned her sexuality.

But she wouldn't tell you that, she wouldn't tell anyone that.

"Uh...sure, I don't have anything to do today." You muttered, shutting your locker.

"Awesome! Want me to drive you there?" Jenna asked, smiling brightly, which you found entirely cute.

"Whatever works best for you."

Jenna whooped and threw her arms around your neck, burying her face in your green sweater. She loved the smell of her undying crush, finding that your scent was that of coffee and morning air, far better than any candle or air freshener she could buy.

"I'll see you later!" She said, leaning back to smile at you for a moment before hurrying off to her first class.

You watched her go, smiling to yourself as the girl of your dreams waved to every person she saw. Times like these made you question whether love was a feeling or a curse, especially since your heart thumped for one of the most famous upcoming actresses ever.

What a predicament you were in.

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Jenna sighed, her eyes closing in satisfaction.

She was finally home from filming FinestKind, a long six months away from LA has done a number on her physical and mental state, but she was now back with you, and she was content.

As soon as she got home, you ran down the stairs to tackle her, wrapping her up in your arms as you shoved your face into her neck. Her aroma filled your senses and overwhelmed you, but you we happy she was home.

“Gentle baby, gentle.” Jenna cooed, scratching your scalp to relax you while your face was  in between her legs, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your hands had a tight grip on her thighs, the fear of being months without her again was present in your mind. You wanted to make up the lost time you both had, so as soon as she laid down after her shower, you got to work with pleasing her in the best ways possible.

“Baby.” Jenna brushed a few hairs out of your face, “You’re being messy.”

You huffed, leaning back to wipe your mouth in agitation before diving right back into her heat. Her taste was out of this world and it always satisfied your aching hunger; she was ethereal.

A small moan escaped her mouth, lips pink, plump, and perfect as she whispered your name. Unlike you, she was completely bare, naked like the day she was born. Her breasts were round and gorgeous, waiting and begging to be tended to, which you were planning on going to as soon as she finished.

And finish she did, her legs clamping around your head, thighs suffocating you as her juices ran into your mouth. She heaved softly, her grip on your scalp loosening after her legs dropped from their deathly grip.

“That good?” She asked you breathlessly while you licked her clean, “You’re acting like you’re starving.”

You nipped the soft skin of her thigh with your teeth, teasingly smiling at her as you moved up to her chest, but not before you gave her pulsing clit a gentle kiss. 

You leaned over her, staring into her elusive brown eyes. She cupped your face and brought your lips to hers, giving you a loving kiss before you slid down to her chest.

“Gorgeous.” Jenna murmured, pecking your forehead as you settled yourself on top of her.

Her legs went around your waist while one of your arms slid underneath to press your palm into her back. Your other hand went for her left breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple as you left little hickies on her tan skin.

She mumbled things to you, nonsense consisting of praises and how good she was feeling. You hummed a small tune under her breast before opening your mouth to welcome her itching nipple, lips wrapping around bud to give it attention.

Your tongue did its duties, kneading and suckling and licking while Jenna moaned your name into the peaceful night. You pulled back and admired your work, her breast now covered in marks and her nipple reddened and swollen; but you weren’t done.

You went back down, now sucking the whole of her nipple into your mouth. You pressed your face into the soft mound, humming and sucking deeply to give her the best pleasure she could receive. She whined from above, arching her back into you while you worked.

“Babe…cmere.” 

You let her breast go, spit covering the red and irritated bud. Her hands clawed at you, trying to pull your face up and back to her, so you relented and moved up to give her a kiss. 

“Y/N.” Jenna coaxed you softly, holding you close to her while you got comfortable, “I’m home honey, i’m right here.”

You nodded, kissing her neck lightly before burying yourself there. Her skin was soft, smelling of hickory and pine, she was deliciously addicting.

“You alright? Did you miss me that much?” She asked, caressing your shoulders.

You hummed into her neck, parting your lips to leave another mark on her neck. 

“Baby!” Jenna scolded softly, rolling her eyes at your antics, “I’m already a bruised peach.”

“Now you have more.” You replied before moving to give her another hickey.

She shook her head but smiled, leaning closer into your arms. She was content with this, with you, she felt at home.

You, were her home. 

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jakxkskxkKslekejdhhzjaowoeoejn = i’m single

Wednesday was feeling overwhelmed.

She was scared, angry, paranoid, and on top of that she was murderous.

A simple date night was all you and her wanted to do on a boring Friday evening, but low and behold something had to go wrong. You had planned everything out perfectly, down to the discrete restaurant location for Wednesday’s comfort and the restaurant itself, styled as a gothic tap-bar from the great depression.

Perfect for the two of you.

But inconveniently, a rather famous singer was having a show for their world tour and the area they were performing at was a minute down the road from where the restaurant was located, meaning squealing fans were coating the streets and reeking havoc everywhere.

A rather large crowd had formed outside of the bar, but you and Wednesday had to get to your car so you could head home for the night. Inconveniently, you were very uncoordinated and would frequently loose things or yourself when out and even in your own home, and almost as soon as you stepped outside, your hand slipped from Wednesday’s.

Panic invaded her senses, her head whipping around frantically in search of you. People were crowded shoulder to shoulder, shoving each other in an attempt to get into the arena on time for the concert, so it was quite hard to find you.

“Y/N?!” Wednesday called out, her eyes scanning for your familiar face.

She thought she heard your voice in response, and turned her body towards the sound, but was immediately shoved and practically thrown into a light post by a group of fan girls aggressively running past.

Her head smacked into the metal, her hands slipping past the pole as she tried to catch herself. The feeling of a warm liquid trailing down from her forehead made her wince, but she couldn’t focus on that now.

Wednesday stood back up, her nose scrunched in discomfort as she began to walk around in search of you, her wife. The amount of people had died down, but there were still enough that she couldn’t see you.

She walked back towards the restaurant, hoping to find you waiting there for her instead of potentially being trampled by a bunch of fans; she did not want to picture that.

Giggling flooded her ears and she slowly turned her head to the left, a frown etching itself upon her lips. One of the girls from before was chatting away on her phone, utterly oblivious that she had shoved Wednesday earlier.

Her face darkened, and before she knew it her legs were bringing her over to the girl. A small dagger slid out from her sleeve and into her hand, in which she swiftly brought to the girls throat.

“Put the phone down.” Wednesday said, the blade caressing the girls foundation-caked skin.

Her other hand found the back of the girls throat, pulling her head back harshly. Her black eyes bore into blue ones, a murderous aura clouding her judgment.

“Where is she.” Wednesday asked softly, her lips grazing the shell of the girls ear.

“Who? What?” The girl was panicking, her breathing becoming rapid.

“Don’t make me slit your throat, WHERE. IS. SHE.” Wednesday growled, the dagger sliding incredibly close to the girls jugular.

“I don’t know!” The girl cried, looking around frantically in search of help.

Wednesday hissed but retracted her weapon, sliding it back up her sleeve and briskly walking away from the distressed girl. She crossed the street, ignoring the honks of oncoming cars, and proceeded to stalk the sidewalks to look for you.

She walked for a few minutes, maybe 10 total, before she spotted you sitting on the curb sporting a bruised cheek and what looked to be a sprained ankle. Her emotions flared, hands clenching into fists at the thought of you getting hurt.

“Y/N.” Wednesday stated as she came to you, sitting down next to you.

You looked up, surprise and relief washing over your face at the sight of your partner. Immediately your hands reached for her, pulling her into a side hug as your face went into her neck. She held you, running her hand up and down you arm as a means of comfort.

“Amor…” She said, trying to pull back so she could inspect your injuries, “Let me see you.”

You sat back up, a dopey smile on your face as Wednesday checked out your bruise. Once she was satisfied that it wasn’t open or infected, she the turned to your ankle. Her hands gently grasped your leg, pulling it out and up so she could see your injury.

“Nes I’m fine..” You tried to say but she wouldn’t listen, her focus on your ankle.

“It’s sprained.” She confirmed after you hissed when she tried to turn it.

You groaned, rolling your eyes and slumping your head forward in defeat. Suddenly, a hand cupped your jaw and forced your head up, eyes locking with Wednesday’s feral ones.

“Never,” She started, her voice low and menacing, “will you disappear from me and hurt yourself in a crowd.”

You gulped, nodding profusely as she stared you down into submission. Her eyes softened slightly and she sighed, letting your face go so she could wrap her arms around your shoulders and pull you upright.

“Can you walk?” Wednesday asked, watching as you attempted to limp forward and almost fall.

“Nope.” You quipped, popping the p and turning to her with a lopsided grin.

She rolled her eyes and proceeded to pick you up bridal style, her arms right around you so you would not fall. A blush coated your face, your neck and ears going red with embarrassment.

“Nes..” You mumbled, but was cut off with a gentle kiss to your unbruised cheek.

“Quiet, you are injured.”

“But this is an extent.”

“Would you rather crawl after me? I can drop you and watch you act like an old dog.”

“No!” You yelled as her grip loosened, your arms flying to her neck for support.

Wednesday hummed, holding your closer as she walked in the direction of where you parked. You leaned yourself into her, your head resting on her shoulder in exhaustion.

“Thanks for taking me on a date.” She murmured, kissing your temple.

You laughed, an infectious sound to Wednesday that made her heart feel disgusting and soar with love.

“Anything for my raven.” You purred, pressing your lips to hers.

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“Relationships can be hard, and arguments are a normal thing all people go through.” 

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers while searching for anything to look at besides your therapist. 

The reason for today's sudden visit was because you felt like your relationship with your girlfriend was going downhill. You understood that life can be tough sometimes, but this was much too stressful for you to keep bottled up.

“Can you tell me some specific reasons why you believe your dating life is struggling?” Your therapist asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Well,” You readjusted on the couch, “It just feels like I’m trying way too hard to keep us together, when I shouldn’t be.”

“I understand.”

“Having a girlfriend shouldn’t induce stress or anxiety, it should be fun and enjoyable.” You went on, now feeling like letting all your worries out, “I get that she has a job; I do too! But that isn’t an excuse to treat me terribly….”

“Yes, I agree.” Your therapist said as she jotted down some notes in her book, “You are still pursuing singing right?” 

You nodded, smiling at the thought of your recently ended tour. Traveling the world was very exciting, and you loved experiencing different cultures along the way. The only wish you had was that Jenna would have been beside you; But like always, she put work first.

“So think about this. You have a job that takes you around the world, causes you to miss out on certain things but be included in newer things like events and shows?” 

You nodded again, confirming the description of your work.

“And Jenna’s job consists of…exactly the same thing.” 

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look at the ground sadly. It was true, you both had time consuming jobs that dragged you about the globe and took your time away from family and friends.

Yet somehow, you always made sure to have time. You would always tell your manager that family was first, and no matter what you would squeeze them into your schedule just so you could see them and feel at home while traveling or working. 

Jenna’s job was similar in the aspect of yours, minus the singing and dancing, but she never seemed to be able to make any time for you. You would always plan your off days to be on her off days from filming so you could maybe go get lunch or just enjoy each other's presence, but Jenna would always have the excuse of “I’m to tired” or “I already have plans with Percy.” 

Percy. The name was distasteful to you. As much as you appreciated his skill of acting and his wonderful personality, you still didn’t like him. He would always weasel himself in between you and Jenna, whether it be during her relaxing days or at award shows, he always pushed you out and brought her in. 

“I have an idea; you may or may not like it.” Your therapist stated, setting her notebook down, “You need to pull her aside, no matter what plans she has, and talk to her.”

Your eyes widened and your nerves proceeded to spike. Pull her aside? You were not a confrontational person, and you were most likely to avoid conflicts if you were given the chance; hence why your relationship is crumbling.

“What do I say to her?” You fought back, taking a sip of water, “I have no idea how to confront her. ‘Hey Jenna! I feel forgotten and like you don’t care anymore!’” 

A small sob escaped your mouth, your head falling into your hands. God, you missed her. You missed being able to hold her, to laugh about stupid soccer plays, to enjoy sunsets together on her balcony. You never knew how much of an impact she had on you until you started going to therapy.

“Don’t get emotional about it, just politely but firmly ask.”

You sniffled, raising a hand as an acknowledgment before getting up to leave the room. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you were going to confront her you would need to do it now.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your text message app and clicked on Jenna’s contact.

A chuckle involuntary left your mouth, your lip slipping in between your teeth afterwards.

Jenna always knew how to make you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. Diffusing a situation is one of her many skill sets; but you were not letting her get away this time.

“I’ll be home in 5.” You texted before shoving your phone into your pocket and heading outside to your driver.

The ride seemed long, and even though it was a 15 minute drive to your place, you still felt the small confident monster roaring inside of you. All its pleas and cries were telling you to be bigger and let your emotions out onto Jenna; but you knew you couldn’t. You would scare her, anger her, or even just annoy her that she could possibly leave you on the spot; you couldn’t let that happen.

“Miss? We are here.” Your driver said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied before hurrying out of the car.

As you walked to the front door, passing Jenna’s black Audi along the way, your anxiety started to overtake you and your thoughts.

What if you say something wrong and she leaves? What if you are just overreacting and this is all some stupid act you’re pulling? What if she decides that you aren’t enough for her and she confesses about Percy?

A wooden blockade hit you in the face and you realized that you walked full force into the front door.

“Ow.” You mumbled before pushing your key into the slot and walking into your luxurious living room.

A mansion was one of the very gracious things you received from being such a popular face in the music industry. Money was an easy-coming item, and spending it was just the same, so why hold it all in your bank account when you could just show up and show out with your 102,000 square foot palace.

“Y/N?” Your name was called out softly, startling you from your place by the shoe nook.

You turned your head to the left to see her, in her ever standing glory. She looked slightly confused but all together relaxed, and was clearly dressed to be heading out for a fun night.

”Hi…” You said, completely unmoving as you stared at her.

“Hi…you wanted to talk?” Jenna asked, fidgeting with her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Here.” You gestured to the kitchen island, leading to sit on a stool.

She sat opposite from you, leaned against the cool countertop as she seemed to study your body language.

“So…” You trailed off, your confidence from before completely burned out.

Jenna raised an eyebrow at you, but turned to her phone when a notification went off. She clicked it, smiled, and started giggling as she replied to whoever messaged her.

That whole interaction set you off, especially since you saw who the person was; Percy.

“Jenna put your phone down, please.” You said sternly, staring at your hands.

She looked at you with a confused expression but slowly put her phone down, retracting her hand so it sat in her lap.

“We…are not okay.” You started, playing with a ring on your finger.

Jenna watched you patiently, listening intently to your words.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like we aren’t what we used to be.”

Silence from her end.

“Many times I feel like you don’t seem to care about me.” You said, the ring on your finger was now very interesting, “I go out of my way to reschedule so my off days line up with yours, but we don’t even spend any of that time together.”

More silence.

“I feel under appreciated and alone. Anytime we have free days together, you either say you are too tired to do anything or you already have plans with your friends.”

You inhale, breathing shakily and meekly.

“Am I not enough for you?” You asked, your tear clouded eyes finally looking up at Jenna.

She looked, shocked. Her mouth was hanging open while her eyebrows furrowed in confused and disbelief. She stared at you, her eyes glossing over with her own tears and her shoulders slumping sadly.

“Y/N…what?” Jenna mumbled, clearly lost for words.

You searched her face for any sign of anger or annoyance; there was none. Surprisingly, she seemed to be softening and relaxing.

“You, are more than enough for me.” She said, reaching for your hand, “Hell I don’t even deserve you.”

The weight of all your worries instantly lifted when she spoke those words, which caused an avalanche of emotions to hit you.

“Aw honey.” Jenna cooed, standing up and pulling you into a hug, your head resting on top of hers.

She rubbed your back, her nails scratching against your skin as her hands ran up your shirt. She whispered small things of comfort to you, pressing little kisses to your collarbone when she could.

“I love you, god I really do.” She held you close, rubbing your shoulders, “I’ll never take you for granted.”

You sniffled, leaning yourself into her as she fed you comforting words. Your stress and anxiety seemed to melt away as she held you.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you away, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, looking down at her.

“Then why did you?” You asked softly.

Jenna smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Filming has been…stressful. Tim and the rest of the crew has been antsy, and my cast mates have been no help in being calm and collected.” She said, caressing your face with the pad of her thumb, “I’ll be honest, Percy and the gang have been partying to much, and HE is quite the touchy type.”

You frowned, jealousy building up in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of Percy getting to close with your girlfriend. Jenna chuckled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to diminish the pout that formed on your face.

“Don’t do that, a frown doesn’t look good on you.” She said, rubbing her nose against yours as you laughed.

“I had a feeling he was an issue.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes, “Just gives me the ick when he’s around, and he barely even speaks to me!”

Jenna hummed, scrunching her nose up at you while you ranted, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Your words halted, choosing to give her a look instead that got her laughing again, “I’m serious!”

“I know, I know.” She replied, fixing the bottom hem of your shirt, “And I have explicitly told him that I am very taken and very content.”

You sighed in relief, matching her warm smile before leaning down to kiss her. You took her jaw in your hand, pressing your lips to hers and letting yourself melt into her warmth and softness. She responded to you, looping her arms around your neck and leaning her body against yours. Her tongue slipped in between your lips, but before she could proceed, you picked her up by her thighs and set her on the counter.

She yelped a little, about to make a snide remark at you, but you quickly shut her up with another kiss, this time your own tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned softly from the intrusion, her eyes fluttering shut as you kissed down her neck. Your hands groped at her thighs, squeezing the fat through her jeans, and she felt like she was in heaven when you began to leave little love bites against her skin.

“Mmm, I’ll stay home tonight...” Jenna murmured as she let her head fall back, “More important things to do…”

“That’s my girl.”

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