working at the emmy’s was a stressful gig each time it rolled around, but as one of their own trusted photographers it was a gig you were given annually.

naturally, you’ve seen and even interact with some huge celebrities. their star power doesn’t really affect you anymore.

they’re just people, with a LOT of money who probably don’t care to remember your face.

twenty-twenty five rolls around in a breeze and you’re once again opposite the red carpet, checking over the photos you’ve already taken. through the viewfinder, two heeled legs enter the shot, covered by a simple black skirt with a slit running up to the thigh.

“hello…! i’ve seen your work on social media, i was wondering if i could contact you soon?”

your eyes trail up, and lawd have mercy-

it’s jenna ortega. that alone is enough to make you weak in the knees, but upon seeing her ‘dress?’ woof.

jewels of varying colour adorn her body, nothing underneath as they sit atop bare skin, most notably larger ones along her neck and her chest.