Jenna Ortega Imagines (2)

My Baby Sister - J.O

Jenna Ortega had a lot of titles—actress, producer, horror queen—but her favorite one wasn't in any interview or on any movie poster. It was simply "big sister."

Especially to you, her tiny, giggling four-year-old shadow.

You were sitting cross-legged on the dressing room floor, your curls tied into two uneven pigtails because Jenna had insisted on doing your hair herself. She was crouched behind you, squinting as she tied the last loop.

"There," she said proudly, turning you around by your shoulders. "My little model."

You looked up at her with wide brown eyes. "Do I look like you?"

She grinned, brushing a bit of powder off your nose. "Exactly like me—except way cuter. You stole my face."

You gasped dramatically. "I stole it?"

"Yup," Jenna teased. "You're my baby clone." She scooped you into her lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you squealed and tried to squirm away. "You're my baby, Y/N. Nobody else's."

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Later that week: The Jimmy Fallon Interview

"Okay, I know everyone's been excited about this one," Jimmy grinned to the crowd, "but Jenna told us she brought a very special guest today."

The audience clapped, and Jenna's eyes sparkled. "Yeah," she said proudly, "I brought my baby sister, Y/N. She's four, and she made me promise she'd get to say hi."

From behind the curtain, you peeked out nervously. Jimmy crouched down and opened his arms. "Well, come on out, superstar!"

You ran out in tiny sneakers and a sparkly bow, waving both hands. The crowd awwed instantly.

"Hi, Jimmy!" you said confidently, voice just a little too loud for the mic.

He laughed. "Hi, Y/N! You look amazing. Did Jenna help you pick your outfit?"

You shook your head, serious. "No. I told her I was the fashion girl."

The audience laughed, and Jenna covered her face with her hand, grinning. "She's not wrong. I had to change three times this morning because she said I 'didn't match the vibe.'"

You nodded sagely. "It's true."

Jimmy chuckled. "So, Y/N, what's it like having Jenna as your big sister?"

You turned to Jenna, your eyes softening. "She reads me stories every night when she's home. And she gives me piggyback rides, but sometimes she says her back is old."

The crowd burst out laughing, and Jenna groaned. "You're really exposing me on national television right now."

"She's my baby." Jenna added quickly, wrapping an arm around you. "She can get away with it."

"Aw," Jimmy said. "That's the sweetest thing I've heard all week."

You leaned into Jenna's shoulder, whispering something into her ear. She bent down, laughing so hard she almost dropped her mic.

"What did she say?" Jimmy asked.

Jenna smirked. "She just told me, 'Don't forget to tell them I'm famous now.'"

The audience roared, and you beamed proudly.

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The following week: On Set of Wednesday

The set of Wednesday was quiet that day—until your little sneakers started squeaking down the hallway.

"Shhh," Jenna whispered, crouching behind a prop tree with you. "We have to hide. You're it in ten seconds."

You covered your eyes and counted, your tiny voice echoing, "One... two... three..."

Jenna tiptoed away, her black braids swinging behind her as she slipped behind a fake gravestone. You finished counting and spun around dramatically.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

You toddled through the set, peeking behind doors and giggling. Crew members smiled as you walked past, whispering to Jenna's assistant, "She's the cutest thing alive."

You spotted a black shoe poking out from behind the gravestone and gasped. "I found you!"

Jenna jumped, pretending to be caught. "Nooo! You're too good at this!"

You clapped your hands proudly. "I win! Again!"

"Okay, okay." Jenna said, scooping you up and spinning you. "You're the champion of hide-and-seek. But next time, I'm hiding in the wardrobe room."

"Then I'll look there first!" you said smugly.

"Of course you will." Jenna said, smiling so softly that the crew around them couldn't help but melt. "You're my little detective. I guess it runs in the family."

-

That evening, as the sun began to set outside the studio windows, you were curled up in Jenna's lap on a chair near the set. She was still in her Wednesday costume, braids and all, but her usual deadpan look was replaced with the gentlest smile.

"Are you tired, baby?" She whispered, stroking your hair.

You yawned. "Nooo."

"Yes." She teased. "That was the tiniest 'no' I've ever heard."

You buried your face in her shoulder. "Can I sleep here with you?"

Jenna kissed the top of your head. "Always."

And as you drifted off, the crew walked by quietly, smiling at the sight of the fierce, confident Jenna Ortega—known for intense roles and haunting expressions—holding a sleeping toddler in her arms like the most precious thing in the world.

Because to Jenna, you were.

You weren't just her sister—you were her reminder of everything good, innocent, and bright.

Her baby. Always.

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A/N: I KNOW. I'm behind 6 days on Kinktober, gimme time to write all of em 🧍🏻