Hold On WHAT IS THIS Stop The Fucking Train, Hold The Door, Hold My Beer, My Phone, The Gun This Is Art

OMG CALM DOWN (i relate)

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wr

gifs cc: @apara-dise-penguin 🖤

Me when someone says Xavier and Wednesday had chemistry

GLASSES???

JENNA CLARK KENT ORTEGA

Hey y'all, or whatever remains of you gremlins, if there ever were any. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue the Tara fics, but I'm working on a new Cairo fic (hopefully a series) to pass the time if I'll end up making more for Tara. I didn't really think I'd keep writing, but I found my muse in Cairo. I think she's really interesting, and I've cooked up a bit of the new series I'm working on. (sneak peak)

I hope my writing has at least improved somewhat, and that you'll look forward to this new series. Thanks for anyone who read my earlier works and liked them, see y'all soon.

dead

that anon was actually me forever ago

Do you take Jenna requests?

If so can you do this for me?

A short series where r meets js family in a not very ideal manner

Like maybe they caught them making out or something and they don't like it

So they're very weary at first pretty stand-off ish

But they warm up to her eventually

Aliyah likes us tho

And can it be fem?

Just asking you don't have to answer

Just a request

This is my signature-

XOXO

𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀

jenna ortega x fem!reader anonymous request 💌

summary: markus walks in on you and jenna cuddling and spills y'all's secret relationship to the rest of the family. now you have to have dinner with them and try to gain their approval.

content: fluff; not too long/not too short; first time writing an x reader

word count: 2,033

a/n: this is my first x reader so please be nice! hope you like it! 🤎

For three months you and Jenna have kept your relationship secret. Your family, her family, the public – no one knew the depth of the time spent. They only suspected you both were seeing someone at one point of the other.

All was going well until this evening.

Jenna’s family planned a family meal together, now that they all caught a break and Jenna was finally home, but this was the last night you would have with her before you had to spend the next two weeks miles away at a family reunion of your own. You didn’t want to go, but your parents were pushing every excuse in the book for you to ‘make an effort’ to spend time with your relatives you haven’t seen in years. What else could you do?

“I’m gonna miss you…” Jenna whispered, running her fingers through your hair as she embraced the soft kisses you pressed to her jawline.

You sighed and wrapped her in a loving hug, “I’m gonna miss you too… I can’t believe my parents are being so persistent. I don’t even remember half of those people.”

Jenna couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “That’s the point of a family reunion, Y/N! You get to catch up and know people again.”

“Yeah, but…” Just seeing her smile and hearing her giggle made your heart ache. You didn’t want to leave her. “I just want you…”

Jenna rested her head on your shoulder and nuzzled your hair, tightening her grip slightly to reassure you. “You have me tonight…”

“Until your family needs you.” There was a sour tang of jealousy in your voice that had your girlfriend pulling away and her hand catching your chin to lock eyes.

But Jenna didn’t say anything and just pressed her lips onto yours, pushing away from the wall to send you backwards onto the bed. She crawled over you, keeping your mouths together as both of your soft moans created a soothing harmony. When the connection broke, you smiled up into her beautiful brown gaze and whispered, “Guess I shouldn’t have said that?”

“Depends,” she teased, “Did you like the response?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s your answer.”

You laughed and pulled her close, practically forcing her to lay on your chest as you stole her lips again. You let your hands run down her back to hold the curves of her sides, while she slipped her own hands beneath you – one cradling the back of your neck and the other resting beneath your shoulder blade.

All worries and disappointments were lost in a sea of contentment as the warmth the two of you shared filled the room with a passion so strong, it was present on both of your lips. But the moment didn’t last for long as clattering from downstairs interrupted the gentle breaths shared.

“Jenna,” you broke the kiss with a thumping heart, “W-What if we’re caught? What if your parents walk in right now?”

Jenna paused with her infamous thinking expression before returning with a shrug and a small chuckle, “I do-hon’t know!”

You snickered back, battering your eyelashes up at her, “I trust you know what you’re doing?”

“If we get caught, at least you’re leaving for the next two weeks so you’re safe.”

“But what about you?”

She cocked her head, but before she could respond, you decided to kiss her over and over again, covering her lips, cheeks, nose, forehead – any spot that was left open and reachable to your love. And with this, you were blessed with adorable giggles and a few pecks of your own.

“Now, no matter what happens, you’re covered for a while.” You said with playful confidence that had your girlfriend groaning.

“Oh God, Y/N,” Jenna cringed with shut eyes and a twisted grin, shaking her head to rid herself of the embarrassment she had for you, “Don’t ever say that again. That’s so cringe.”

“But it’s true!” You squeezed her hips as you shrugged innocently.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jenna laughed, giving you a weak slap. “It’s fine! We’re not gonna get caught. I hear everyone that comes down the hall. I can even identify who is who just by their footsteps.”

“Oh yeah?” You twirled a strand of her hair with your finger before giving it a soft tug. “What about mine?”

She snicked with a scrunched nose that was too adorable for you to handle, forcing you to koala-bear her from below, “Huh?”

“Of course, I know yours, Y/N!” Jenna smiled and laid happily atop of you while taking in the fresh scent of shampoo on your silky hair. She whispered, “They’re my favorite…”

You hummed in response, turning to kiss her, and she met you halfway. There, you both became hypnotized by this blessing of time that was spared. It was a trick to get here, climbing the fence to reach the second story, sneaking through Jenna’s window, having to keep quiet when shuffling was nearby or when Jenna had to leave, and attempting to make the most of what you had. But it was working. All until…

“Hey, Jenna, what do you want to drink?”

Markus pushed his way through the door – no knock, no preparation, no nothing – he just entered without a care and was caught in the awkward scenario you read in stories or see in movies.

“Shit!” Jenna hissed, leaping off of you to sit awkwardly on her bed, while you shot up and stared wide-eyed between your girlfriend and her intrusive brother.

“Uhhh…” Markus stammered, shifting his weight uncomfortably as his cheeks burned a bright red. “Uh-umm…”

“Water, Markus.” Jenna was quick to answer, her tongue sharp and steady with an edge that had her brother giving a quick nod and fleeing out of the room.

Once the door shut, you and Jenna exchanged embarrassed smirks before the busted girl fell back onto her bed with her hands covering her face. “Fuck…”

You giggled, propping yourself up on you elbow to lay next to her. “What was that you said about not getting caught? That you can hear everyone that comes down the hall?”

Instead of the verbal response you were expecting, you received a bitch slap to the face by none other than Jenna’s pillow.

Markus had blabbed. The rest of the family knew. And now you and Jenna were seated next to each other at the dining room table. Everyone but Aliyah were skeptical, sitting quietly as they picked through their food and subtly glanced over at you and Jenna ever so often.

“Guess I’ll make some conversation,” Aliyah started, pointing her fork at you, “Where are you from, Y/N?”

“A little bit of everywhere really,” you shrugged, swirling your straw in the ice water you were given. “At least that’s what I tell people.”

“Oh, so you travel a lot?”

“Um, I-I wouldn’t say travel, but my family comes from many, so I like to keep things simple and just embrace my diverse heritage.”

“Ayy, I like it!” Aliyah applauded, soloing out her sister next, “You’ve picked a good one, sis.”

Jenna gave her a passive smile before her dark eyes rested on Markus, who was quick to meet her. She just shook her head, a glare so sharp it embodied her star role as Wednesday Addams. It worked, causing him gulp down his mouthful and look away in hopes of deflect.

“So, Y/N,” Natalie’s voice sounded across from Jenna, and although it carried nicely, there was still some weariness laced within her words. “How did you meet Jenna?”

“Well,” you reached for your girlfriend’s hand beneath the table, needing some encouragement for the amount of pressure you were under. Luckily, she understood and took your hand with a supportive squeeze. “It was kinda on accident… It was late after a shoot, from what I now know was Wednesday, and I was walking to my hotel. That’s when I saw Jenna. She looked absolutely exhausted… I went to ask if she needed a ride home, but she said no. And me, being the nice person I am–“

“More like stalker,” was Jenna’s teasing remark, which had the two of you and Aliyah giggling.

You shook your head, regaining your composure to finish the story, “Being the nice stalker I am, I decided to follow her back to her apartment just to make sure she got there safely. She noticed this of course and got defensive, thinking I was planning on doing something to her, but I was honest and told her that because she looked tired and upset, I wanted to make sure nothing happened to her.”

You paused to get Natalie’s approval before feeling your confidence grow, which allowed you to continue on. “Every day after that, I followed her home, though she didn’t know it until I approached her again and asked if I could walk with her one night. We talked and talked… And that’s when I fell in love. A simple story, but my favorite by far.”

You concluded with an awkward chuckle before Natalie spoke up.

“That’s how it went, Jenna?” She fixated on her daughter, who gave her a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, Mom. It was literally that simple.” She turned to her father, who sat at the head of the table, “Dad, remember when I stopped calling you every night? And when I did call you, I wasn’t crying?”

“Yes, I remember.” Edward nodded, staring you down like you were a threat to the entire household

“Well, you have Y/N to thank for that. She’s the one who made those long days of filming and longer nights of fencing or cello lessons worth it… I had her,” Jenna passed you a heartwarming glance and joked, “And she was like my own personal Enid that I could take home with me.”

This actually had the whole table cracking up, but there was still the odd tension of secrets and mistrust that lingered, which had your stomach churning in knots. What if this was it? What if Jenna’s parents forbid her from seeing you again? What if they just can’t trust you even though you make their daughter happy? Kept her safe on the dark, freezing sidewalks of Romania? What if the next two weeks of not seeing Jenna turn into a lifetime?

“I think y’all make a cute couple!” Aliyah crowed, taking a sip of her drink as she looked around the rest of the family. “Y’all’s thoughts?”

“I’m still trying to process what I saw earlier,” was Markus’s reply, which had Jenna and Aliyah both rolling their eyes at the same time.

Issac just gave an awkward shrug before being caught in a side conversation with his brother.

Mia and Mariah exchanged eye contact before the younger spoke up, “I mean, if Y/N makes Jenna happy, I’m cool with it.”

And then came the other’s reply, “Yeah, as long as you’re happy, Jen. We support you.”

But once the question was passed down to the parents, Edward didn’t say anything, just continued to eat the rest of his dinner. But Natalie sat back and observed all the little things she picked up on between you and her daughter. And she smiled.

There were no words like her husband, but Jenna could tell by the way her mother was staring, that you both were going to be alright. It would take time for the majority of the family to warm up to you, but you weren’t being kicked out yet. You still had a chance, and from what she could tell, a big one at that.

You then caught Natalie’s gaze and returned the warm smile you were given before dipping your head in a thankful nod.

Maybe the next two weeks would be the start of something new, something honest, something more…

Maybe you wouldn’t have to climb the side of the house, risking broken limbs and spine injuries, just to crawl through Jenna’s bedroom window so you wouldn’t be caught two weeks from now.

Maybe you could just walk through the front door two weeks from now.

Maybe you would be able to walk right back into Jenna’s arms two weeks from now.

Yeah, you definitely would.

competition

pairing: slytherin!toxic!jenna ortega x ravenclaw!fem reader

summary: jenna loves to joke around, you both know it. as she gets braver and braver with her jokes, it comes with a price, eventually hurting you and taking away something you loved most.

warnings: slight angst, teasing remarks, heavy makeout scene, rushed ending, enemies to lovers

word count: 5.2k+

based off request!

-

Jenna criticizes literally everything about R's performance (J's an ass here 😓), while R is actually starting to get really pressured, J would always have something to say, thennn R gets tired of J's bs and begins focusing on themselves more, which would lead to R ignoring J for atleast a month or two, obviously J's pride is awfully. THEN J CONFESSES TO HER FRIEND, (how inlove she is w R and how she misses R sm) WITHOUT KNOWING THAT R IS NEARBY, OVERHEARING EVERYTHING. 😍😍 A DAY AFTER... R JUST TAKES J IN A PRIVATE ROOM AND KISSING TF OUTTA HER.

Slytherin Jenna! x Ravenclaw R!

-

Your test paper gets put on your desk, your teacher murmuring a small, “I expected better, Y/N.”

There was a 65% circled in red and it made you sick to your stomach, you had never gotten a low score before, especially in potions. You knew your concoctions and effects, you swear you had mixed everything perfectly. You groan in frustration, cursing to yourself.

Your hand scrunches, breathing in deeply as you ruffle your hair, now hearing the voice of the person you would rather befriend a frog with and use them first as a sacrifice for a blood sucking demon. 

“How can someone fail a potions exam? You managed to get first place for being the biggest dweeb, messing up the easiest class.” Jenna slightly smirks, teasingly as she approaches you and whispers sharply in your ear, your eyes glaring at her. “It’s impressive you didn’t notice a small switch of potions. All I did was switch the labels of the potions which had the same color and you didn’t even notice.”

Of course she switched up the potions to set you up for failing, “You know how important this is to me.”

“Aw.. I’m so sorry Y/N,” she mocks, “What a pity.” She pouts, “I don’t care.”

You want to smack her in the face, maybe throw that explosive potion you made to melt off her face, but you don’t. At this point you’re thinking of something to get her back, packing your spell books.

“I swear she won’t get off my shoulders, I haven’t done a single damn thing to Ortega.”

Emma laughs, nudging you, “Maybe she just likes teasing someone sweet like you.”

An annoyed exhale leaves your lips, not knowing what she meant by that, “Well she better stop it,” you grab your broom stick. 

Your friend thinks a little, “Just put a small spell on her broomstick! Nothing, you know, to make her hurt, just maybe throw her off balance.”

That interests you, you're trying to think of a sparkle you could just add onto hers. You notice she hasn’t gone to class yet and clearly you can see the large stick hidden between her name. As you approach, your fingers touch the stick, feeling the way your body immediately focuses, then you pull your finger away to go back to Emma. You feel like you shouldn’t, but you don’t feel a single ounce of guilt as a smirk forms when you reach her.

“Come on,” you urge, taking Emma’s hand as you make your way outside with your broom sticks. 

You use your right hand, grabbing it forward as Mrs. Hooch stays on the side, watching. You’ve all gotten the hang of it either way, it’s rare for some people to fall.

“Up!” Emma and you say in unison, seeing your sticks fly up as you smile at each other and hop on, ready for a flight.

You giggle, feeling yourself ascend. 

“Y/L/N,” You hear Jenna’s voice behind you, making your figure turn to face her. You see her stiffen. 

Emma gives you a look, cunning. 

“Ortega,” you greet, not so politely, but not rude nonetheless. 

“I’d challenge you to a racing match, but I do know that your ass is scared that I’ll beat and outrun you in seconds.”

You give out a snarky laugh, “I highly doubt you could even reach me by the time I ascend. I’m better at you than flying, we both know that.”

Jenna does know that, sort of. And she doesn’t want you to prove it, not during flight class while everyone is watching.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to challenge me, niñita,” you respond again, seeing the way Jenna was thinking.

“Then I challenge you,”

“And I accept.”

Emma nudges you, you hear her whisper in your ear, “Well, she’d probably complain, you did sort of spell her broom and she’d notice as soon as she’d get on.”

A grin forms on your lips, tearing your eyes from the tiny Jenna, “Well, I spelled it so that if Jenna were to try anything, cause that’s the bitch she is, the spell would take effect. I’m not entirely making myself win at all. I know for a fact she’d try to make me loose, she doesn’t want to lose at all, well at least to me. I know her long enough to know she’d put a spell to make me lose balance, Em.”

You see Hooch in the corner of your eye, “Plus, Hooch is watching everything, and because I spelled her broom before hand, nothing will happen until she aims some spell at me. Hooch will see that, or at least a little sparkle and chant of words. But she won’t see mine, since I spelled it before, and she’ll just think Jenna lost her balance trying to spell me.”

Emma looks at you, not knowing if you should go on.

“Em! Seriously, Jenna has been making me miserable this year, and I haven’t done anything. This is just a playful harmless thing. It’s the least I can do. I could’ve spawned a rat in her dorm that follows her everywhere!”

“Go, I sort of want to see her fall.”

The grin that disappeared forms again, winking at her as you hop back on your broom.

Then you two are off.

-

You rush through the field, feeling the wind blow through your hair. You loved feeling that cool breeze, it’s unreal, flying is your favorite thing to do.

Jennas not far behind, but far enough to know that you’ll win. 

She groans to herself, watching your pretty, she meant nasty figure speed ahead.

The brunette’s eyes narrow, she wasn’t going to let you win without a fight, she focuses on your broom, she’s close enough to do something. 

The wind is making your hair go crazy, but in a good way. Everyone is waiting their turn from below, watching you race through the course. Fast enough to feel their hair blow from your swiftness.

An exhale pasts her lips, you can see her trying to come closer, or almost urging you to slow down. But you don’t, of course you won’t. You speed faster, dodging an incoming tree and turning a corner.

Jenna feels blood rushing through her ears, murmuring something under her breath as she gets ready to swish through you and laugh.

She begins the spell, feeling her fingertips slightly tingle. But as soon as she’s about to shoot a spark, her hands let go and she sees the blue flying spark stumble towards you. Instead of it hitting your broom and making it shake, your hair flies through the wind and it shoots back at her. 

Jenna yelps, feeling the way her broom starts to shake.

Emma giggles from the sidelines, as soon as you pass the blonde’s figure, you send her a thumbs up and a knowing wink.

God finally.

The brunette loses her balance, feeling the broom shake left and right, she’s clinging onto it tightly, smacks her head on loose branches. She feels herself slow down to regain a steady pace, but as she speeds up again, you’re already gone, swerving a corner.

-

The tiny brunette grumbles from the benches, watching you smile and jump up and down. 

“Impressive play out there, Y/N. You just might be our best flier out there, keep your swift performance and you’ll be on for Quidditch.”

You already knew you’d win, even if Jenna hit your broom with her spell. You’ve won every time racing against the class.

You approach her, giving her a half-hearted smile, you’d take it as a smirk.

“Well, someone tried to cheat.”

You hear her huff, and it makes you giggle, you brush off the stick that is stuck in her hair.

-

“I regret doing that, Em, that tiny tiny 3 foot 1 foot cockroach is making me fall into her traps,” you murmur, stomping your foot.

“At least you got a taste of revenge, Y/N.” 

“I guess so,” you say, sinking into your seat, you feel yourself begin to find her playful and harmless banters to be stressful by every joke and scandal that girl plays.

-

As Quidditch season approaches, Jenna swipes her hair to the side, tying it up as you watch her with narrow eyes. It’s just a regular racing match this time. No ball. Just two talented people against each other.

Well, one more talented than the other, you think to yourself

Hooch brings you two together, in which you stare each other down, your gaze not faltering on each other.

“Goodluck, I wish you two a fair match.”

You two shake hands, though you both won’t admit it was a genuine one. You give Jenna a final glare before gazing back at the field, focusing. 

“Ready?” Hooch says, you don’t respond, just a subtle nod.

“And.. Up!”

You and Jenna shout at your brooms.

“Up!” you command, seeing your favorite item fly up, you jump on it.

Then you both swing off.

Again, not long after, does Hooch see the way your practicing and after school matches with friends are working well. You’re much farther than Jenna is, and again, it’s like no other match. But this time Jenna isn’t going to let you win again.

She growls, casting spells onto your broom and immediately, you feel your broom slow down.

“What the hell.” You mutter to yourself, you dive down. But it seems like your broom isn’t listening.

It’s swishing up and down, left to right, and you steady yourself, but you’re shaking.

You're swinging back and forth and you're losing control, you can’t make your broom stop. It’s not like just a shake of your broom and you lose balance before catching yourself, this time it’s worse. Your broom isn’t listening.

You scream to yourself, not too loud. But Mrs. Hooch can see the way Jenna is catching up, she knows Jenna did something, but it’s not looking good. Sure playful banters were okay. 

But instead of dodging a tree, you smack your head straight into the leafiness, feeling the thorns of the leaves sink and cut beneath your eye. Jenna swishes through you, not looking back. The pain immediately comes through, harsh stings roaring through your skin. You cry out, completely losing balance on your broom, crashing into the tree harshly and feeling your head bang into the wood. 

Jenna still hasn’t noticed the damage she’s caused.

You feel yourself fall.

Farther and farther.

Till your body crashes down on the grassy field, your bones from the fall aren’t helping. You hear the way they crack. And then you feel warm blood trickling down your forehead and down from the cut on your eye. You whimper.

Black spots invade your vision and you feel carsick. But you know you’re not in a car.

Your eyes flutter, making a soft groan as Emma approaches you. You can barely see her worried face but you know she’s scared.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” She says, it’s muffled. You don’t respond, her figure is blurry, you can barely see her blue eyes.

Before you can even think of a response, your eyes shut.

And as Jenna reaches the finish line, she just turns around, to notice you at least tens of feet below from her, collapsed on the ground and curled up. She can’t help but feel a gasp fall from her lips, diving down and getting off her broom stick.

She didn’t mean for it to get this chaotic, she was just hoping you’d crash into a branch and get all angry and fussy. Not get hurt. As she approaches closer, she sees blood trickling down your face as your chest heaves up and down. Emma looks at you, worriedly as everyone surrounds you two.

Jenna feels something that she doesn’t want to admit, she feels guilty for hurting you. You had barely done anything to her, but she’s messed with you countless times, you’ve gotten in trouble for it.

And you never ratted her out. The one time you decide to get her back, she’s taken things too far.

“God,” she murmurs, her voice betraying her as she pushes through the crowds of people, “Is she okay?”

The way her friend turns to her, your best friend looks like she’s about to explode, “Does she look okay? DOES SHE LOOK OKAY JENNA? What the hell were you thinking?” the blonde says the last part half aloud, where only Ortega can hear.

“I didn’t think she’d get hurt!” Jenna retorts, kneeling down and putting her hesitant hand over your chest, feeling the way it was beating quickly, chest going up and down, up down.

Immediately nurses come and drag you out, Emma following you as they take you to the infirmary. 

Jenna feels herself following too, until Hooch catches up with her.

“Ortega!” Her voice is loud, screeching as she pulls Jenna off to the side, “what on earth do you think you were doing? You’ve gotten Y/N seriously hurt because of a stupid practice match! Don’t think I didn’t catch the lame spell you’ve cast.” her eyes are wild, angry, “You know we don’t allow spells on the battlefield, I know some of Hogwarts students have broken it, but it’s never been so severe, you’ve hurt her tremendously. She’s bleeding, and I think she’ll suffer some sprains.”

Jenna nods, she understands. Sort of. She wants to understand, she knows what she did was bad. Hooch takes a deep breath, “I’m disappointed with you.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know if Y/N will heal in three months, she’s been our best and fastest player, with quick decisions and speedy moves. She might have to sit out on Quidditch, I was looking forward to taking the trophy this season. And I would disqualify you, send you to detention after school everyday till she properly heals,” Hooch takes a deep breath, “But you have to be one of our players because you have the ability to. That doesn’t mean that you won’t get detention. I’ll even ask Dumbledore to exclude you from house games.

God, Jenna didn’t mean to make you be kicked out this season. She knew how much you wanted it. She can’t help but feel guilty.

Hooch’s voice once again speaks up, “And I expect you to apologize and pay her a visit. You two have never gotten along, but I know you both care about each other. Even if it’s slight.”

A soft nod leaves her, her eyes lingering on your small figure that is now being taken to surgery. Maybe she’ll slow down with the pranks.

-

As soon as visitors are allowed in, Jenna begins to stand up and approach your door.

“Ortega, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Don’t open that door,” it’s Emma's voice, but this time she sounds much more angry. Unlike the voice the brunette is used to hearing.

The way Jenna stands there, Emma narrows her eyes, “You’ve already hurt her, what more can you need? Unplug the oxygen tank and start laughing your stubborn ass up? I don’t think so.” 

She was taken by surprise, the fact that both you and Emma have gotten used to her tricks, she feels herself biting her lip.

“N-no.. No, not anything like that. I just wanted to apologize. I know my tricks have gone a bit farther than expected.”

Emma approaches her, pressing her finger to Jenna’s chest, “You’ve hurt her more than enough, and I can see it. She’s done nothing to you! Nothing!” your best friend growls, and Jenna backs up.

“You just don’t understand how much you’ve pressured her! Because you’re too busy standing there like the spoiled person you are on your banters.”

Jenna smacks her hands off, raising both of her hands to show she’s ‘surrendering,’ “I know, I know Em! Just let me apologize.”

“Not when she’s just about to wake up, you wouldn’t want the least expected person who hurt you to show up as soon as you wake up. Give her time,” the blonde grumbles, shushing her back to her seat as she enters your room. Jenna stands up again, noticing you're still unconscious.

Emma can feel her presence, and decides not to turn back as she sits on the chair next to you. Your face lost its color. None of the pink shade that tinted your cheeks when Jenna teased you. The pink shade that she wanted to see was gone, replaced by a pale, tired face, sound asleep. 

There were cuts all over you, she saw some bruises and there was a big bandage wrapped around your right cheek. She also saw a deep cut that was gauzed up in your arm. She winced. A few broken bones maybe.

She didn’t know it was this bad. The only noise was Emma’s sniffles, and the small beep of your heartbeat’s monitor. Jenna sighs, scooting closer and hesitantly bringing her hand close to your face. She felt like if she were to touch you, you would turn into dust. 

Her hand gently traces your fast, your nose slightly twitches, but she knows you’re too weak to move or wake up. Then she brushes through your hair, it’s weird beginning to see all the times she’s treated you wrongly as something she shouldn’t have done. Each trick got worse than the other, more risky of being harmed. And now look at you, all broken and bruised.

I didn’t mean it, Jenna thinks, looking down at your tiny figure.

I really didn’t mean it.

-

Your eyes flutter closed, and immediately you close them again, groaning from the whitest most lightest light you’ve ever encountered, covering yourself with a blanket. As soon as you move, you moan softly in pain, feeling pain roar through your body.

“Stay still,” you hear a familiar voice say, you can’t lend your finger on it. It sounds pretty, and before you can process it your brain switches that thought off. It’s your annoying rival that casted a spell that got you here in the first place. Jenna stupid Ortega.

You grunt, looking up at her, you feel bandages around you, avoiding contact with the brunette.

“Emma should be back soon, she was getting some flowers for you.”

“Good, then you can leave.”

Harsh.

You hear the way Jenna sighs, and you shake it off, turning slightly so you can face the entertaining wall instead of her.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry.”

..

“Please, can’t you see I’m apologizing?”

“No, Jenna. You knew I didn’t like these things you did to me before. And you decide to apologize now? Do you think it’s going to make me forgive you just like that?” You say, turning back at her, a storm brews behind your eyes.

“I can’t participate in the one thing I was looking forward to this season! Just because you put this spell that you knew could harm me badly! You knew I wanted to be in Quidditch!” Jenna winces at your increasing voice.

“You could’ve been on the team too! It’s not just one of us! But you got your actions in the way before you could even think! And now you want to apologize?” It's loud, your voice begins to falter a little. Your shoulders untense, and Jenna can hear the monitor of your heart increase by four times, she shushes you, pulling you onto your back.

“Stop,” she says, her voice is too soft for your liking, you can’t think. Too much is going on in your mind, “Please.”

“Get out Jenna.”

“W-what? You don’t understand.. I’m trying to-”

“Jenna, get the hell out!” You snap, your eyes filled to the max with unshed tears.

You stay silent, before cracking out a tiny, “Please.”

And like that, Jenna walks out of the room, murmuring an “I’m sorry.”

Just this time, she really wanted you to know that she meant it.

-

It’s been a month, and by now your arm was barely healing, and there was a stupid ugly mark of a cut on your face. The pain was harsh, if your arm didn’t heal by the time Quidditch began, all your practice and effort would flush down the drain. It scared you.

As bad as the pain got, your mark would probably never fade, there would always be a purple cut marked under your eye. Even once it’s completely healed, ones that meet you will notice your cut, in a lighter shade than your actual skin tone. It made you cry every night, silently. 

It was stupid to cry over, your deep bruises weren’t even close to healing. Every time you would accidentally press into it, you’d shriek in pain. You felt insecure of yourself. It didn’t feel good, every time you’d look at yourself in the mirror there would be your healing cuts scarred over your body. 

“It looks s-so ugly..” You hiccup, looking at yourself in the mirror, Emma by your side as she shakes her head, “Nonsense, it’s okay.”

“It might never go away.” 

“And that’s okay, when you're older, you’ll find it silly, I promise. It’s a reminder of being here, and to remind you that competition is less superior when it comes to safety.”

You can’t help but feel yourself shrink, watching the scar on your face haunt you.

-

Jenna sees you in the hallways, you're in half her classes. But every single time she looks at you, you’re never looking her way. Not like before. Not when exam scores are passed out during Snape or McGonagall when you usually turn around and she waves her high score in the air, but you always wave yours back, grinning happily when you got one percent higher than her. She found you annoying, but now she feels like she’s taken you for granted. You were the one who taught her how to properly care for her plant in Herbology, although most of the time she’s retained information from the random songs and joking nerdy remarks. 

Jenna hated sitting next to you in that class, she loved teasing you and making you explode from frustration. She hated the way you looked at her and had the ability to somehow use some Hogwarts nonsense to make her think back at your smile. 

It was something you did to her, it couldn’t have been herself, she’d never be thinking of your smile or you in general. You must’ve casted a spell on her.

Yet she remembers that she’s thinking about you right now. 

Anyways, she hated the way you smirked at her and kept kicking your feet to hers, then growing some mushroom on her damn shoe.

“What the fuck Y/N? Why is there a green toadstool on my fucking foot?” She says, angrily as you laugh and fall out of your seat. She tries shaking off the small mushroom with her foot, but then it makes it grow even bigger.

And by the end of the day there is a 20 foot mushroom on her shoe, shading her as she walks home, heading straight for the knife to cut it off. 

The thought made her smile a bit. She didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t know how you did it. Or maybe when she kept tapping her pen to purposely annoy you, then when you snapped, light blue sparkles flew out of your mouth and made your voice sound wonky.

Now, you barely looked at her. For the entirety of when you were gone, you had to catch up. She felt a little relieved, you could finally talk to her by asking for notes. Didn’t want to admit the pit in her chest when you asked the person behind you.

I’m sorry, Jenna thinks, she wants to scream at you and apologize until you forgive her.

You ignored her, and she knew she deserved it. She treated you so wrongly. Sure she knew you never mind those moments she looked back to, but she knew that she grew more and more brave with her pranks, growing less and less cautious of even thinking of your safety and feelings.

She hates seeing that look in your eyes as everyone in Hooch’s class shouts, “Up!” with excitement, and you sit there, alone on the bleachers as you watch. 

As you watch your whole class fly off, Emma giving you a small, concerned look, and a tight-lipped, forceful smile forms on your lips, assuring you were fine.

She hates the way she can remember the smile leaving your lips as Emma leaves off for the race, then looking down with melancholy traced in your features.

I’m sorry.

The shorter brunette can’t stand the way you look at everyone fly off, knowing that someone that you know won’t be you will probably take your place in Quidditch. She can see it in your eyes, kicking the dirt, hoping that somehow you can kick the pain and broken limbs away.

This time, she can’t tear your eyes away from your tiny figure.

Yet she knows that you won’t even look at her, never noticing the sympathetic stares she gives you, replaced with the ones once filled with competition.

-

Emma’s voice is dull, almost like she doesn’t want to talk to Jenna after the incident.

“You’re seriously asking me to have Y/N talk to you?” she questions, looking at her with suspicion.

“Please, Em! It’s been a month, and I’ve been trying to apologize.”

The blonde crosses her arms, trying to defend you, “Well what if she doesn’t want to talk to you or apologize?”

“I don’t care!” Jenna throws her arms in the air, “I know what I did was wrong and if I’m being honest, class is getting boring without having her competition and silly remarks behind my back.”

Jenna freezes, what she says kind of sounds weird.

Emma hums, then she turns to Jenna, “So, what are you saying Jenna?”

“I care about her!” She groans, rubbing her cheeks, “I’m starting to think that I’ve cared about her since I met her but didn’t know till my actions got her hurt. I was going to apologize but now I’m shitting desperate. She won’t get out of my mind and.. I don’t know!”

Jenna groans, trying to think of what this was, “I just keep thinking about the things she doesn’t do anymore, and it’s sad not having her by my side. I feel guilty. And I need to apologize even more so she can get out of my head! Em, please, I can’t get that stupid silly cute smile out of my head. And I can’t damn focus knowing that the girl that sits next to me in McGonagall is full on avoiding me!”

She doesn’t realize the way she’s been rambling, she looks at Emma, whose face expression has changed. In some way, she’s slightly having a grin on her face, “You’re in love with her.”

“What? I don’t know! Maybe, I just-I feel bad, and I want to apologize and make it okay again. It’s just so dull and I’ll.. I don’t even fucking know. I just miss her and the way it used to be.”

“You should’ve told me that,” your soft voice sing-songs from behind her, making her tense up and turn around.

“Y/N,” Jenna stutters.

“Jenna,” you mumble, voice slightly breathy.

“I didn’t think you were-” she squeals in surprise as you drag her by the arm, panting softly as you drag her into a room, god who knows what Hogwarts classroom this is.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry, but why are we in someones-mmph.” You seal her lips with a random spell under your lips and you place your finger to her mouth. 

You slightly smirk, god she missed it, she looks down at your lips, she rolls her eyes, “Apologize to me and I’ll let you do what you’ve wanted to do.” You undo your spell, taking off your finger from her mouth as she begins to speak.

“Wha?-”

“Go on.”

You were teasing her, and she breathed, “Okay, I’m sorry. For hurting you, I know I went too far,” she was rambling as she speaks a little faster, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just felt more brave as much as I teased you and I know I went too far this time. And I promise I didn’t try to hurt you, I know how much Quidditch meant to you..” she gulps again, taking a breath. “What I did led to a lot of things, and I’ve noticed the way I grew upset when I knew you began to avoid me, and I’ll admit I miss you.” Jenna says the last part hesitantly.

The brunette looked up at you and you were looking at her, hesitant eyes, but almost filled with need? She now noticed the more visible cut on your eye, and you look away, seeing her gaze on the mark you were most insecure on, you cover your face.

“Stop that,” Jenna smacks your hands away and it feels like her hesitation swept away, she slowly reached up to cup your cheeks, in which your uncertainty melted. She looks at the mark, it was better than when she saw you unconscious on the floor. That’s all that matters. She wants to roll her eyes but now she feels weird when she does that.

“Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, “Just a little.”

"I'm sorry about Quidditch."

"I'm still angry about that, my arm should heal soon though, before it starts."

.. An awkward silence passes, then you look down at her pink lips.

Jenna hums, then you tug her closer, making a small whine.

“Please kiss me.”

Jenna’s eyes widen, taking her hands away from your cheeks.

“What?”

“Please,” you plead, your eyes filled with want.

Her eyes flicker from your lips as she cups your cheeks again and brings you to her mouth. As they meet, you’re all small and soft moans, kissing her with need. Hunger. It’s different. Teasing you doesn’t come with words, she’s teasing you with her mouth, feeling the way you grip onto her. 

More more more, don’t stop.

You taste exactly how Jenna thought you would, but just so much better. So addicting, it makes her mind spin with you. Coca cola and addictive vanilla. It mixes well with the taste of hers, you let her capture your tongue. It’s feverish, tongue and want combined. She indulges in the way you make a tiny moan as she nibbles your tongue. Your wanting lips push harder to hers, your body pressing against her as you slightly find something to grind against.

It’s heated and different. She tugs you closer, finding it adorable as you pull away for a tiny breath, then continue, like you don’t want to stop feeling her lips on yours. Her hands. Your fingers tugging against her hair.

Long moments after you pull away, you both are panting, your head buried deep into her chest. She rubs your hair.

“I didn’t think you were that experienced,” you whisper.

She rolls her eyes, pressing her lips to your forehead, “I didn’t think you’d pull me into a room and start begging me to kiss you and make out with you.”

“Mm..”

“Well, did my kisses grant your forgiveness for me?

“Maybe.”

“What if I give you another round?”

She smirks, seeing the way you lean back into her.

“Deal.”

She presses her lips that just left yours once again, feeling your hands tangle back into her hair.

I'm not trying to rush you but

When are you making the new chapter?

Of course take your time :)

Right now actually!

Well it's not the chapter per say but i am making some drabbles in between

But i will make it soon

I might even make a holiday special!

It means alot that you want to see more, i promise i'll work on it soon!