Jenna Ortega x Male OC A life full of regret, hardship, time, and a narrow path of nothingness finally comes to a head-on as opportunities come flying through the door. TW - mentions of depression, suicide and trauma. If these topics would cause harm towards you, youre mental or any others around you. Please do not continue forward.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ A Male Reader X Jenna Ortega Story. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Y/N L/N is an up-and-coming boxer in his town, with a quiet confidence within himself that stems from endless hours of hard work. Wiping the sweat beads that began to protrude from his brow, his eyes are glued to the screen, as a headline reads: "MEGAN PARK PRODUCTION: A FALLOUT STARTS FILMING AT NEARBY OAKS VALLEY." "Wow, this desolate town's seem to have gotten the raincloud it so desperately needed." ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ I've read a lot of cliché, sappy and overall low quality Jenna fanfics, so I've decided to throw my hat into the ring and attempt to make it more interesting. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs" Of Jenna and all her characters. I'll upload when I can. Will be GN unless specified otherwise.

A compilation of oneshots/imagines with Jenna Ortega and characters that she has played! Requests are open, mainly male readers since they don't get a lot of love on here, but it can depend!

In this fic, Jenna and you become close, very close, and at a young age. You spend every waking moment together as best friends until, eventually, she was your first love. But young love doesn't always last and she became wildly successfully at a young age and moved away. While she was making waves in Hollywood, you remained living in that small town, awaiting the day that she came back home... It couldn't come to soon...

"More than an arm around this shoulder More like a light along the way. This flower that bloomed in late October The only colour among the grey" Decided to write it.

Y/n L/n, a 17 year old senior who is the captain of his high school basketball team. On the outside, it seems like he's a charismatic, outgoing person who has his mind in the right place. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. After a close call, almost getting caught with drugs, Y/n rekindles his relationship with Jenna Ortega, who is captain of the cheerleading team. After getting off on the wrong foot with her, is it possible for him to get back on good terms with her? Maybe even something more..? Or will Y/n let his own addiction take over his life choices?

24-year-old Y/N L/N has just recently moved to California in an attempt to leave behind the wretched life he once lived however things don't always go his way as the sins of his past threaten to resurface whilst his reputation in the underworld paints an obvious target on his back and thus forces him back into the life he so desperately tried to abandon. _________________________________________ Y/N: Your Name M/N: Middle Name L/N: Last Name F/I: First Initial M/I: Middle Initial L/I: Last Initial H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length S/C: Skin Colour E/C: Eye Colour F/C: Favourite Colour _________________________________________ DISCLAIMER: This story will contain mentions of violence, drugs, alcohol, and other mature themes.

Y/N - Your Name L/N - Last Name F/C - Favourite Colour F/S - Favourite Song E/C - Eye Colour H/C - Hair Colour ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ His silence spoke volumes, it championed a level of respect and authority that surpassed the obliqueness of what a Principal could even dream to command. "Embrace the dichotomy." whispered Y/N, as his E/C eyes magnetised to those of Wednesday's, as the two locked eyes for a second, a signal with a message unbeknownst to either of them being formed at that current moment. "Are you Y/N L/N, son of Brandolin L/N?" inquired Weems, as the H/C boy edged closer to the conversation. Ignoring the presence of the Addams, he nodded. "Introductions are quite redundant, don't you think? I'd rather be given a compass than a map. Now, please tell me, where is Ophelia Hall?"

Small Valley, if an outsider were to describe it they'd probably say it looked like any other small town that's tucked away in a valley, hence the name. But a resident of the town would describe it as a shithole filled with nothing but degenerates and the scum of the earth. Where the rich and the poor are constantly at each other's throats. I'd have to agree since I live here, but then she came along and changed everything. Non-Celeb AU