Lavender Haze | Jenna Ortega x Fem (G!P) Reader imagines

AN:/ Drum roll, please!!!! Badumm tss~
And by popular demand, I finally got around to following this up.

I decided to post something lighthearted after the last chapter. And since this is a mile stone and will be the 11th chapter. Yay! Lol

Who knows if this will stretch out beyond these 2 chapters.

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Jason looked on with wide-eyed amazement.

Everywhere he set his gaze on was met with multiple canvases strewn about across the living room of the fairly decent sized apartment. If he leaned just a little bit more to the right where the kitchen was, he could also see some placed about the kitchen table and counter.

"The hell is going on... Did you raid the exhibit?" The blond man demanded into the cluttered apartment.

"Dude, shut up. And don't you dare touch any of those with your grubby hands."

Y/n's voice rang out from her position on the floor where she was crouched over a canvas. Hands stained with a multitude of paint colours. At some point, the blue-eyed girl had given up on using a brush and was instead using her fingers to dab and blend the paint into each other.

A drop of sweat made its way from her forehead into the dollop of green she just smudged in it. Y/n stared at it for a beat before smiling and mixing it in with the paint anyway. Humming happily to herself all the while.

Jason watched this all with blind awe. He carefully stepped over the canvas on the floor to stand beside where Y/n was. Completely ignoring him and proceeding to work on her current project.

Deciding to inspect one of the paintings near him. Jason couldn't help but notice that most of them were showcasing a vague silhouette of a woman. Petite stature, dark messy hair, and freckled face, but the paintings' recurring theme were the detailed image of brown almost hazel eyes in some of the paintings.

Each canvas would display a particular feauture of the woman in more detail.

It wasn't until Jason saw the canvas placed in the easel by the window that he got a good look at the full image of the woman. The canvas had an almost watercolour texture to it but still looked realistic. It's almost like a photo.

The same doe brown eyes, this time brunnete hair framing a delicate face with sharp jawline and cheeks dusted with a pink blush along with the smattering of freckles and Cupid bow lips were drawn to be symmetrical as well. She was beautiful.

The woman felt oddly familiar to Jason, though.

Huh... Where have I seen that face before.

His musings were interrupted when Y/n suddenly stood up with a triumphant noise. His friend had her phone clutched in her hands. It was covered in plastic to prevent paint from staining it.

Y/n had a dopey smile on her face as it looked like she was reading a message from someone.

It had been approximately 2 weeks since Y/n first met Jenna at Central Park during the exhibit. And ever since then, she would always find herself painting if she wasn't talking to Jenna on her phone. Her whole apartment was practically redesigned with the latina's portraits.

Y/n can confidently say to herself now that Jenna was also interested in her as they were pretty much shamelessly flirting back and forth for the span of those 2 weeks.