The night felt lighter than any they'd had in weeks. After all the chaos, tension, and unspoken feelings, Jenna and Y/n found themselves in the quiet safety of Y/n's room. No big plans, no expectations—just the two of them finally letting their guards down.
Jenna lay on one side of the bed, tucked comfortably against Y/n's chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Y/n's arm. The taller woman didn't say much, just held Jenna close, her steady heartbeat speaking more than words could.
"I like this," Jenna whispered after a long silence.
"What?" Y/n asked, looking down at her.
"This... us. No pretending, no running away. Just... being here." She tilted her head up, smiling softly.
Y/n's lips curved into the same gentle smile. "Yeah. Me too. Feels like I can finally breathe."
There was no rush, no pressure—only the warmth of shared comfort. They talked quietly about little things, laughed about old memories, and when words weren't needed, they simply held onto each other.
As the night deepened, Y/n pulled the blanket over both of them. Jenna pressed closer, her eyes fluttering shut.
"No funny business," Jenna teased sleepily, her voice muffled against Y/n.
Y/n chuckled, kissing her hair. "I know. Just us. Always."
And just like that, they drifted off to sleep, hearts finally at peace in each other's arms.
The soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains of Y/n's room, painting the walls in a warm glow. Jenna stirred first, her head still resting on Y/n's shoulder. The taller woman groaned, her face scrunching as if the sun itself was her enemy.
"Ugh... my head," Y/n muttered, clutching her temples.
Jenna sat up slightly, brushing Y/n's messy hair back. "Hangover?" she teased gently, though her voice carried worry.
"Feels like someone's playing basketball in my skull," Y/n mumbled, shutting her eyes again. She reached for the water Jenna handed her, sipping slowly.
"Better?" Jenna asked softly.
"A little," Y/n sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Never again. Alcohol is evil. I'll stick to water and Powerade."
"Glad you're learning," Jenna teased, gently rubbing her back.
Just as Y/n buried her face into Jenna's lap to hide from the light, a knock suddenly echoed from the door.
"Y/n, you in there?" Emma's voice.
Y/n groaned even louder, muffling herself against Jenna. "Nope. Not here. Tell them I moved to another country."
But before Jenna could respond, the door creaked open and Emma, Hunter, and Joy peeked inside—then froze.
Jenna was sitting up in bed, cradling Y/n's head in her lap, the taller woman's arm wrapped lazily around her waist. Both flushed. Both caught.
Emma's jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God."
Joy smirked immediately. "Took you long enough."
Hunter raised his brows, then chuckled. "I knew it. No one trains that hard for someone they don't love."
Jenna turned crimson, covering her face with one hand. Y/n just groaned again, raising a weak arm toward them. "Not so loud. Please. My brain is dying."
Emma burst out laughing. "She's hungover, and you're babying her. This is the cutest disaster I've ever seen."
Despite her embarrassment, Jenna smiled softly, her fingers still stroking Y/n's hair.
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Imagines with Jenna Ortega
FanfictionThis is JennaxFemReader! Requests are open! This book can be another character played by Jenna Ortega. For most of the story, Y/N is taller than Jenna, but you can play smaller than her. enjoy!
