#but no hope and jen romantically

[bibridlizzie]

Lizzie gets captured. Hope and Jen come to her rescue and feelings are discussed. (Hizzie, Jenlizzie)

For TVDU femslash week Day One: Knight in Shining Armor

[sixlane]

any regulily headcanons if you ship them :D

hello lovely anon! ok sooooo i do not personally ship regulily im sorry to disappoint, but i think the way they interact is soooo interesting and very much worth exploring so i will use this as my opportunity to rant about them. also disclaimer: most of this is pulled straight from my conversations with renn @malchai so this is as much their post as it is mine.

so lily and reg seem to be parallels in a lot of ways. both younger siblings who feel left behind or neglected or hated by their older siblings. both very good at hiding their emotions. both have had roles assigned to them by others that they suffocate under. but the spaces they occupy in their lives are very different.

where regulus will always be less than, lily will be more than. lily has this angelic larger than life image. she gets the things she wants. regulus has never gotten anything he’s wanted in his life. <- the implications with james!!! regulus cannot stand to see jily together because he harbors these secret forbidden feelings for james that he will never act on because he thinks he’ll never be good enough. he thinks james looks at him and sees sirius’ little brother or sees a blood purist or whatever. if he ever wanted to be with james he would have to work for it. and lily just has him. just like that. and all she had to do was be lily. and this goes for other things too! lily gets good grades easily and reg has to study to stay at the top of his class. lily has friends because they like her. reg has friends because he grew up with them. (i also must add that almost all of this is reg being an unreliable narrator. a lot of this stuff is not actually true. (i see lily as someone who does have to work hard to maintain her perfect girl image. reg’s friends do actually like him regardless of whether they grew up together or not. james being with lily is 100% about james and not about lily at all.)) then there’s lily’s thoughts about reg. “while she has to work to be taken seriously because she’s muggleborn, regulus already has status simply because he’s a black, so she’s incredibly jealous of that. there are people who consider her lesser just for existing while regulus will never experience this. people expect regulus to succeed, while lily has to be perfect to be deserving of a place” (renn, our dm’s). and then there’s everything with sirius. “depending on interpretation of canon, if sirius wanted regulus to come with him and regulus refused, lily probably wouldn’t understand that either, because here is his older brother wanting him and regulus turning his back on him. if lily had gotten that from petuntia, she wouldn’t have hesitated. all she ever wanted was to be acknowledged by petuntia” (renn, our dm’s). and then you turn it around and regulus does want sirius, he just doesn’t know how to reconcile that with sirius leaving, so he looks at lily who is a gryffindor and is part of this new family that sirius chose instead of him! (<- more stuff from the rane dm’s). all this to say, their relationship is complicated! i think i’ve said this before but their like or dislike for each other doesn’t have much to do with the other but more to do with themselves.

[tolerateit]

Jen’s 1K Celebration!!! For @maimyoutoo

you are in love // new romantics // state of grace // ivy // my tears ricochet // the story of us // safe and sound // the great war

[multimilfs]

My Two Cents on AAA EP6...

The hateful response to episode 6 has unfortunately solidified a thought I've been thinking for a while (and hoped I was incorrect on);

People don't care about true storytelling anymore.

A genuine, well-rounded story is built with so many moving parts and players. Agatha, while being the main character, is not the only important piece on the chess board, she's just the one we're focused on. Billy (or Lilia or Jen or Alice etc etc) are just as pivotal to the outcome.

We have the opportunity to witness some of the most heartfelt, beautiful storytelling in years and the second the story pivots to build out plot, there's a riot. Torches and pitchforks and for what? For answering questions people have been asking since episode 1? For adding another layer to the lovingly-crafted onion that is the story of Agatha All Along?

I love Agatha and Rio. I've been dying to see more of them since episode 1, but if your response to a potential ship is to render the rest of the story irrelevant, why are you watching the show at all? At this point just wait and watch the clips of the ship once the show is all over. Or write fanfiction like the rest of us if things don't go your way.

Rio and Agatha's relationship isn't the point. It's a bonus. It's a wonderful treat woven in—just like Billy and Eddie. To quote this post from the brilliant @the-scarlet-witch-22 ;

"...reducing Agatha Harkness to just being one half of a romantic ship is doing such a disservice to her character and the entire purpose of Agatha All Along."

Agatha is brilliant, cunning, and interesting; with and without Rio. She is a whole woman. She is not half of a character without a partner. And Agatha All Along is not half a show for prioritizing plot over romance.

Also, is it not worth celebrating that not only do we have a lovely, explicitly queer character in Billy Maximoff—but also that we have the privilege of seeing him fleshed out, where years ago he'd have been killed off-screen (or worse)? That he is a key player? From someone who spent years watching queer characters die left and right, it is a gift to live in a time where they not only get to live, but have relevance. It is a gift to watch Billy's story evolve alongside Agatha's.

There are valid concerns in the ether, but don't let fear become hatred; the second it does, we're no better than those who want to see all of us gone.

[swee7dream]

hi vixy! i miss you sm 😞🫶 being here is just not the same when i'm not interacting w/ you (ノ_＜。) and im here in your inbox for a request!

remember when i always gush about your use of endearments? atm, im craving for a hc fic of 7dreamies using their favorite endearment/petname/nickname for reader >< i absolutely think that they have their own ways and the oddest yet the most endearing nicknames for their special ppl and i think about it everytime i read your fics bcuz there is that kind of spice of it in your works (*^-^) and i love it ^^

i hope you're doing well, love! have a great day (人´ｴ`*)♪

xoxo, wynnie.

7dream's nicknames for their partners nct dream x f!reader

genres fluff, established relationship warnings feminine pet names used, quasi-suggestive but not really ( renjun ) author's note omg not the love letter in my inbox !!! love u 5ever wynnie . sorry the bulletpoints are kinda short, i tried to make up for it in the mini-fics ! ty for the request + i hope u like it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

a very simple, casual guy

babe, dude (romantically), my girl

he can’t even tease you when you tell him it gives you butterflies because he’s the exact same way, giggling into his hand and turning away to hide his silly grin from you

call him dude though? he’ll be sulky until the next day (as if, he melts into a puddle with just one kiss)

“dude,” mark calls out from the hallway, still unsure where everything is still, being your first sleepover. “have you seen my charger? i don’t know where i left it.” “i dunno, man. you should ask your girlfriend.” “wow…” he extends the word in between laughter. he shuffles in his slides back into the bedroom, doubling over your body laying comfortably under sheets. “you are my girlfriend.” “nuh-uh. i’m your dude. your bro. your homeslice.” you over-emphasize the last word, flicking your tongue like a snake. “more like my homewife.” he giggles, reaching up to peck your lips. “that was terrible.” “come on! that’s worth at least half a point.” “negative eight thousand points.”

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

my love, darling, sweetheart

in my heart of hearts i view huang renjun as the definition of a romantic

maybe he won’t have diamond necklaces for you every date night, but he always makes sure to show his love in the small, important things

he has your favorite snack for when you get home, changes the bedsheets when you forget to, and refills the soap bottles in the bathroom before you even notice you’re running low

“you took care of the dishes.” renjun jumps in his seat, not even hearing when you came in. “i did.” he turns from his canvas to look at you, smiling as you’re already wrapping your arms around his waist. “how was your day, my love?” “exhausting. you are the sexiest man alive, you know that?” you mumble into his hair. “for washing dishes?” “so hot.” you nod, squeezing him tighter. “gee, thanks,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to scratch your head. “how about a bath? wash away all that exhaustion.” “join me?” you pout. “of course, darling.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

doll, baby, babydoll

you are a living, breathing doll to him and everyone needs to know!!!!!

he forgets he’s literally mr. ferragamo sometimes and just stares at you with super heart eyes like:

wow (ෆ人ෆ) that’s my baby

“what about this one?” you spin in to give jeno a 360. “i really liked it in the store but i’m not so sure about it now.” “you’re the prettiest girl ever, doll.” jeno sits with his legs spread, his hands in the middle holding the edge of the chair he sits on. “pretty, pretty, pretty.” “thank you, jen.” you look at him. “but i’m asking about the clothes. i don’t know if this shade suits me! or maybe it’s the texture of the clothes? actually, it might be the material.” “everything suits you. if it doesn’t, it’s because the designer was stupid. you’re the pinnacle of fashion, babydoll.” “you’re silly.” you giggle, walking toward him to dig your fingers into the back of his hair. “you don’t think i should return it?” “absolutely not. you look great in red, baby.” “this is white, jen.” “whatever. gimme a kiss.”

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

baby, sunshine, sweetheart (derogatory)

outsiders looking in eavesdropping on your conversations don’t know if you’re about to bite each other heads off or make out against the wall

what else could you expect from haechan ‘dating is so boring, let's be best friend and act like in a relationship’ lee

you feel a dark energy looming over your shoulder, as you often have since saying yes to your first date with hyuck. you continue to feel it as your card taps on the reader, beeping happily at the successful payment, unaware of the incoming chaos. “oh heck yeah! thanks for the food, sis!” haechan’s hand sneaks around to hold the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. he only squeals like an anime girl as your hands slide up to push him away and turn to the cashier, apologizing profusely and failing to convince them that you’re not, in fact, related. “thanks for treating me, sweetheart.” “hey siri, search shooting ranges near me.” “wait, baby no-”

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

lovey, princess, my muse

fun fact: he loves being called prince. having matchy matchy names makes his heart full and gives his life purpose (his words)

i put those three down but honestly, it really depends on the day. he’s constantly making new ones every single hour

he sees you in the flowers growing in the cracks in the sidewalk (‘petal’), in the songs of the birds outside (‘birdy’), in that one painting he saw back in a museum in italy (‘angel’)

“oh wait, i like these!” you swipe through some candid photos jaemin took of you of a trip you two took a while back on his phone. “how come you didn’t send me these?” “if i sent you every picture i took of you you would think i’m a crazed stalker.” “i know you are and i still love you.” you smile at him before turning back to the phone screen. “urgh. you’re always changing my name in your contacts. what is it now?” “munchy.” “munchy?” you stare at him with your eyes furrowed, having turned in slow motion as if you heard him wrong. “that was the name of one of the tortoises we saw at the zoo. he was so cute. it reminded me of you when you eat pasta. so you’re munchy.” “…okay, jaem. thanks, i think.”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

babe, dollface, beautiful

surprisingly, not a big petname user. not at first at least

but one time he clocked you getting pouty and in your head and learned that you liked being called sweet things other than your name.

“what’s wrong with your name? i like your name, dollface.” you can see something switch inside of his mind. “mmm, okay. i’ll try.”

“i miss you…” even through the phone, chenle can’t help but smile at your voice. “please don’t die.” “i’m at the grocery store for ice cream you asked for, dollface. i’m not gonna die.” “what if you get hit by a car?” you sniffle, hormones overwhelming you. “i’ll survive.” “how do you know?” “i just do. you should know by now i’m superman, babe.” “fly home, le. wanna cuddle.” “don’t threaten me with a good time.” he chuckles, phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he places your ice cream—and a couple other things he thought you might appreciate—on the counter to be rung up. “stay put, beautiful. i’m coming.”

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

babe, dude, pretty (used EXCLUSIVELY behind closed doors)

bro gets embarrassed just breathing air, you think he’s gonna have the guts to be cheesy with you in public?

even calling you babe in public has him with his voice lowered.

it’s really counteractive considering being so shy about things brings only more attention to him from his friends

“could you pass me my phone?” jisung’s request flies over your head as the group conversation is alive and well around you. “babe,” he mutters, finally getting your attention. “can you pass me my phone?” in good 7dream fashion, all the boys ‘ooh’ at him, haechan and mark fangirling obnoxiously. “baby darling sugarplum angelface!” donghyuck mocks, laughing at jisung holding his head in his hands, being consoled by your rubbing his back. “could you pass me my phone, my darling sweetheart pookiebear cupcake?”

author's note i fear i'm running out of themes for fic headers !!!!! why was i not blessed with the moodboard bone all my other lovely mutuals have D:

[pitchsidestories]

book lovers II Emily Fox x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1360

a/n: hi, this oneshot won the poll by far, enjoy. Plays in the same universe as Arsenal Book Club.

pairings: Arsenal Wfc x Reader (platonic), Emily Fox x Reader (romantic)

For the new season, Arsenal’s book club met again. Emily was excited, this time she would be the host.

She had prepared everything. From turning her living room into a cozy reading spot to organizing snacks and wine.

There was just one more thing to do. And for that she needed to ask her teammates.

“No, she can’t be part of the Arsenal book club, Emily!“, Leah cut her off because she could fully phrase her question.

Emily frowned at her teammate. She couldn’t understand why they didn’t want you around, only because you played for Chelsea.

“But I already invited her.“

Leah almost choked on her wine. The room went quiet immediately.

The blonde defender turned to the others: “Girls, you agree with me, right?“

No one dared to answer.

Kim finally looked up from where was busy setting up a laptop so Jen could join in from the US. She sighed: “It’s just a book club, Leah.“

“With Arsenal players!“, she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Viv and Jen are still part of it and they don’t play for us anymore.“, Beth countered with a casual shoulder shrug.

“But they’re former Arsenal players. They still belong to the family.“

The discussion was interrupted by Jens voice: “Cheers, mates.“ Her smiling face appeared on the laptop screen. She looked tired, her hair was tied up into a messy bun and she clearly sat in her kitchen with a mug in front of her.

“Hi, Jen. What time is it in Cali? Did you get up for this?“, Kim greeted the other scot.

Jen nodded proudly: “It’s eight in the morning but I’m ready. I got our book, a cup of coffee and I’m only slightly jealous of your wine.“

“And I’m jealous of your coffee so I think that’s fair.“, Kim smiled.

Beth appeared on her side and pressed her face closer to the screen: “Is that Deyna in the background?“

“Yes, she slept here. Why?“, Jen replied nonchalantly.

Beth played innocent: “Just asking.“

Deyna waved into the camera: “I loved the book. Jen and I read it out loud to each other in the evening. Would recommend doing that with your p-… friends.“

The Venezuelan football player blushed slightly.

Leah rolled her eyes once again, this time with a smile: “Sounds totally like something friends would do.“

“Shut it, Lee.“, Jen laughed.

While the other Arsenal players were busy discussing their former teammates’ love life, Emily sneaked out to let you in.

In the hallway, she greeted you with a long kiss.

“You’re here.“

“Of course. Sorry for being late, got some snacks.“, you smiled and apologetically held up a huge bag.

“You didn’t have to. We have more than enough.“

“I thought food might be the way to their hearts.”, you explained sounding hopeful. Noticing the two familiar faces who appeared behind your girlfriend made your grin grew deeper.

“Hi Lotte and Lessi!”

“Hey y/n.”, Lotte responded with a warm smile on her lips.

“Great to see you.”, Alessia chirmed pulling you into one of her famous bear hugs.

“It’s been forever.”, you nodded.

“Sadly, you’re not in our team anymore.”, the English defender sighed.

“What do you mean?”, Leah intervened curiously.

“We all played together for the North Carolina Tar Heels.”, the Blonde forward stated.

“You did?”, Vivianne threw in surprised.

“Yes.”, Emily confirmed.

“What a coincidence.”, the Dutch player remarked.

“It’s.”, your girlfriend agreed.

“And now we’re all reunited far away from North Carolina.”, you observed happily.

“All in London.”, Lotte stated.

“Disgustingly cute.”, Katie commented, wrinkling her nose.

“Can we get to the book now?”, Kim asked with a tortured smile on the face.

“Please.”, you replied.

“Yes, come on. Sit down.”, Emily requested, touching the empty place beside her on the comfy sofa. Gladly you sat down next to your lover.

“Cheers, y/n.”, Katie toasted you grinning.

“I almost thought you’d knock my head with your glass, McCabe.”, you shook your head laughing.

“You’re lucky I didn’t even though you play for Chelsea.”, the Irish footballer growled.

As an American you didn’t think much about the rivalry between Chelsea and Arsenal until you arrived in England and met people like Katie or Leah who took this very seriously.

“But we’re both Emily’s friends.”, you reminded her softly.

“You don’t have friends on the Chelsea team, huh.”, the Ireland captain joked teasingly.

“Not true. They just don’t like to read.”, you protested.

“Oh, these girls here don’t read either except for fellow bookworm Emily.”, Kim told you.

“What?”, Emily gasped.

“Yes, you’re our book nerd and apparently y/n is at Chelsea.”, Leah smirked amused.

“Sounds like a perfect couple to me.”, Beth chuckled at the blonde defender’s observation.

“Two book lovers. Yes, indeed.”, Jen added.

“Actually.”, Emily begun, her cheeks turning slightly pink as all the eyes of her teammates were on her.

“We’re.”, you continued.

“A couple. Who would have guessed.”, Katie rolled her eyes at the pair of you.

“Is no one surprised?”, your girlfriend wanted to know smiling.

“Do you want us to be?”, Beth returned the question in a sincere voice.

“The derby said everything to be honest.”, the lionesses captain admitted winking.

“The derby?!”, you exclaimed.

“Yeah, you were there?”, Leah questioned unserious clearly, she knew you were a part of that game.

“Yes, I remember it all too well.”, you confessed.

You bit your lip, thinking back to that day and wondered if you were really that obvious a few weeks ago.

Katie smirked at you: “And let’s just say it wasn’t only sportsmanship that we saw afterwards.“

“Trust me, some people would still say it was only true sportsmanship.“, Beth laughed.

Leah wrinkled her nose and teased: “Oh yes, a girl consoling another girl with a kiss, such sportsmanship.“

You felt the blood rush into your cheeks.

Embarrassed, you tried to hide your face in Emilys neck: “Oh god, you guys!“

Emily laughed, patting your back: “They’re always like this.“

“I think I like them… Still annoying though.“, you commented as you looked back up again.

Leah raised one eyebrow: “Says the Chelsea player.“

You looked at your girlfriend for help but she just shrugged: “Sorry, I can’t save you from this lifelong gooner, love, if you keep saying such things.“

“What about the love you until the day I die promise?“, you asked her, playfully pouting.

Beth grimaced in disgust and turned to Arsenals captain who looked like she was suffering: “Kim, I think they read too many romance books.“

Kim sighed in response: “I just want to have one book club where we actually get to read and that doesn’t turn into some kind of dating show.“

The book club ended without much reading so you and Emily read the book over the course of the next few days. Once you finished it, you placed both your copies onto your shared bookshelf. There was a large collection of books already and almost no more space.

As you turned away from the bookshelf, there was a loud crack, then an even louder thud. You let out an involuntary shriek before you took in the books at your feet.

The lowest shelf had collapsed under the weight of all those books.

“Uhm, Em?“, you called for your girlfriend.

“Yes?“, she yelled back from the kitchen.

“I think we need to make another trip to IKEA… or get rid of some books.“, you half joked.

“Why?“ She appeared in your living room and took in the situation. “Oh my god.“

“It broke under the weight.“, you explained.

Your girlfriend smiled fondly but shook her head: “Have you ever heard of an e-reader?“

You glared at her: “That’s nothing compared to ink and paper! Besides, I’m not getting one just because of your deal with kindle.“

“Okay, fine. We’ll go buy you another shelf.“, she laughed, defensively raising her hands.

You smiled: “Thank you. Food will be on me, you can choose whatever you want.“

Emily nodded slowly, already thinking about what to get at the Swedish furniture store: “Okay, we have a deal.“

“Better than your kindle deal.“, you laughed and stepped around the scattered books to kiss her.

[poisonlove]

Omg! You're taking requests!!! ME haaappy! 'cause i have one eheh

Jenna xfemreader

where you find somewhere a love letter for you, actually.. The first part is really sweet, a classic love letter but the second part is.. quite interesting: the anonymous writer describes in detail what they would like to do to you and with you.

You want to find out who the writer is but a suspiciously nervous Jenna tries to stop your "investigation".

Have a good day:)

I actually like the idea a lot. Transitioning from a romantic sentence to something more sensual is something that had crossed my mind before, but I hadn't found a prompt for it until now.

I've made a few changes, but I hope you'll still like it. Enjoy reading!

I NEED YOU | J.O

As I open the locker in search of books for the next class, I notice a folded sheet atop my science book.

Arching my eyebrows in confusion, I scan the school corridor, trying to discern the mysterious sender. The only people around seem engrossed in their cliques, completely oblivious to my perplexity.

With a mental shrug, I abandon the search and focus on the letter, smiling shyly at the unexpected gesture. In an era dominated by technology, receiving a handwritten letter has become a rare and special occurrence. I delicately grasp the letter, running my fingers over the crumpled paper that evidently forced its way through the cracks of my locker. I flip the letter several times, searching for any name on the outside, but all I see is a completely blank sheet.

"Hey y/n!" The voice of the basketball team captain, Isaac Ortega, resonates in the corridor, grabbing my attention. I turn and smile at him, considering him one of my closest friends.

Isaac's brown eyes fixate on the sheet in my hands, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Do you have a secret admirer? Uyy," he whispers, attempting to grab the letter.

With a smirk, I snatch it away, tucking it into my backpack pocket. "Mind your own business, Ortega," I say absentmindedly, rolling my eyes slightly irritated.

Isaac raises his hands in surrender.

"Anyway, see you after practice?" he asks curiously. "I think so… now I have to go, I have a class," I reply quickly, grabbing the necessary book from the locker and carelessly stuffing it into my backpack.

My eyes shift along the figure of Jenna Ortega, Isaac's younger sister, passing by us. Jenna wears her classic earphones, walking elegantly in the corridor. Dressed in ripped jeans and a red and black plaid shirt, Jenna exudes a mysterious aura. As her eyes briefly meet mine, she gives me a small smile before continuing on her way.

I knew Jenna only by sight; however, our conversations were limited.

"Hey JEN!" Isaac shouts, trying to catch his sister's attention. Jenna stops and removes an earphone, turning towards her brother. Isaac grins widely.

"Remember that you have to come to practice today… you promised," Isaac pouts, feigning innocence, and Jenna rolls her eyes, responding with a raised middle finger.

I chuckle softly.

"I love you too, Jenna," Isaac exclaims with fake sorrow, smiling and giving me a quick wink before turning away, draping his arm over the shoulders of a guy walking beside him, most likely a teammate.

I sigh and start walking towards my next class.

(...)

With a heart beating fast, I step through the classroom door, and the breathlessness betrays my sprint to avoid being late. A hurried glance around reveals a reassuring scene: the teacher hasn't arrived yet.

A sigh of relief grazes my lips, easing the tension in my shoulders. The chance to avoid the stern gaze of the teacher grants me a moment of tranquility. With a stealthy step, I head towards the farthest corner of the classroom, finding refuge near the window.

I place my backpack on the desk and sit down, releasing a sigh of frustration.

With a resignation barely perceptible, I begin to diligently retrieve the materials for the new lesson when my gaze stops on it: the letter. An aura of mystery envelops it, and the curiosity creeping inside me is irresistible. The paper, still neatly folded, lies among the books and notes, ready to unveil its contents.

With hands slightly trembling with excitement, I grab the letter, fingers gliding over the smooth surface as I observe its external appearance.

"Good morning, everyone," the voice of the literature teacher dances through the classroom walls, interrupting my brief moment of intimacy with the letter. I avert my gaze from its surface and observe the authoritative figure of the teacher starting to write on the chalkboard.

"Turn to page 75 of the textbook; today, we'll delve into Shakespeare," the teacher announces with authority, outlining the day's agenda. The succession of murmurs in the class, coupled with the rustling of pages turning, creates a vibrant background of activity as everyone prepares for the lesson.

The letter, momentarily forgotten in my hand, returns to the center of my attention with an irresistible pull.

I decide to open it.

Y/n… what I wanted to write in this letter is something quite simple: I like you, and a lot.

"So, Isaac was right," I mutter to myself.

I love everything about you; you're intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly interesting, not to mention a wonderful person. Your eyes were immediately my downfall, the way they light up when you're excited or when they gaze upon me makes me feel excited and, at the same time, as if a shiver runs down my spine.

"I seem to know her…" I think with curiosity.

You make me feel things I've never felt before in my life, thoughts for a girl that had never crossed my mind until I saw you for the first time. I still remember our first encounter, even though I was watching you from afar. We were doing gymnastics, and Jessica spilled water on you, something I still owe her thanks for.

The way you lifted your shirt to reveal your toned stomach to dry your face… it caught the attention of my eyes.

Something in me ignited.

"However… what a peculiar way to confess their feelings," I suppress a smile and continue reading the remaining lines.

Returning to things I like… your lips. Goodness, they are a daily temptation I always want to indulge in. I just want to place my lips on yours and kiss you until I run out of breath.

Your hair… it looks so soft, and I desire to wrap my fingers around it, playing or simply caressing you.

Your smile… voice, laughter… they are all things I like and want to see every day, especially causing and being the recipient of it.

Your hand…

I raise an eyebrow in confusion reading the latter.

I would love to grasp it and intertwine my fingers with yours, check if your skin is delicate, feel the strength of your large hand over mine, completely overshadowing it.

That hand I want to caress my face, running the thumb over my lower lip, gently putting the tip into my mouth, wishing for you to suck on it.

"This letter is taking a strange turn," I think carefully.

I want that hand around my neck, gripping slightly to make me understand to whom I belong, that hand that will later trail along my body with cunning and strength, slender fingers skillfully working on my flesh.

"Damn…" my cheeks flush with red as saliva begins to fade.

I want that hand to spank me if I misbehave… I want that…

"Miss l/n, could you answer the question I asked you?" The teacher's voice diverted my attention from the letter, and with flushed cheeks, I looked into her eyes, receiving a reproachful gaze.

"Can you repeat the question?" I timidly ask, nervously swallowing saliva.

"Where is Romeo and Juliet set?" she asks again. "Verona," I immediately reply, causing the teacher to blink in surprise. "Correct… well, let's continue with the lesson," she begins, and I roll my eyes in annoyance, directing my gaze back to the letter.

I want you to make me feel like no one else has made me feel: possessed. I desire your hand to possess me; I want it to be rough with me because I'm not delicate like a porcelain doll… I simply want you to use me as you please.

I cross my legs, feeling warmth in the lower abdomen.

I want to feel your fingers inside me, enveloped in my warmth, giving me pleasure until exhaustion. I want to see your eyes hooded with excitement as you continue to penetrate me with your fingers again and again, without diminishing the intensity.

I want that tongue working on my bundle of nerves; I want to feel its full length along my intimacy, making me sigh and moan until I'm breathless. I want you to put it in my mouth, letting me taste myself; I want you to keep licking even if I've already come…

I love your name, and I want to moan it every night, day, second of my life… something I already do within the walls of my room.

"Oh my God…" I bite my lower lip. "This girl is making me feel… uh…" I think to myself, unable to ignore the dampness between my legs.

I want you, I want you y/n, I desire you ardently.

—Anonymous.

I fold the letter and begin to contemplate the room, analyzing what I had read. I don't know how, but I would find out who this girl was.

I needed to know.

[yoursicklilbaby]

Guys I feel so alienated grieving over this finale, because it was a hell of a show, it was so queer, so marvelous, a damn good witchy one. But I have many things to say and they are brutally depressing.

Well, there’re seem to be a lot of people who truly loved the ending and I expected myself to be one of them, because this show gave so much to my queer self. I believed that Killing Eve story is engraved in my heart as the drama for life, for Lonely Hearts Enthusiast as me. And it was fixed only due to my dear writer Luke Jennings, author of the original novels, who has written two new KE books during these two years, resurrected Villanelle and made it fabulous. It helped, it was a cure, but still the show–the damn 4th season–will always be a squeal of pain.

As for Agatha All Along…oh boy. It was a sweetest, the gayest, the funniest playground for me, mostly all the time. I felt like these rainbow witches bestowed upon us all their confidence, radiant sexuality, profound love and complications, twisted fortunes, relationships that had a longstanding history spanning centuries. It felt like I’m 12 years old again in a school сamp, and everything is so cool and fun, and there’re gorgeous high school girls and everyone is your crush, and nothing bad can happen because it’s really a little Switzerland for all. However, teachers tell you that you need to ski at 7AM, and it’s obligatory, and the road is slippery, your equipment is old, it’s so hard that sometimes you feel like you won’t make it to the end.

Down down down the road down the witches road…such a bittersweet dream. But who’s the dreamer?

Billy being a baby queer-ent with all hopes and courage, believing in happy endings, seeing good in the most evil characters. It’s you, it’s me, it’s us. And in the end everyone’s either a witch killer, or self-sacrificing hero. God, Billy, why it had to be so dramatic? I know, this is Marvel story and it was envisaged to be like this (meaning Agatha becoming a ghost). But still. Marvel was always about a lot of action and fun, for all drama under the rain we had the DC universe, didn't we?

But let’s cut the shit and get straight to the point, I actually wanted to talk about Rio. Rio Vidal is a new character, brilliantly portrayed by Aubrey fucking Plaza, I may say she made this hero so real, formidable, exceptional. Rio is not even in the comics yet, so there’re many things we don’t know about her and we were craving to know. But do we have a chance for that in the nearest future if Agatha will be busy looking for Tommy with Billy? I doubt that. And for the record, I don’t give a flying fuck about Tommy’s existence.

I’ve read an article in Them media and that brought me to tears again. If there was AgathaRio last kiss, does it mean we will never see them together again? Did Agatha really mean she didn’t want to see Rio’s face ever again, without even a proper talk, even after ‘she’s my scar’ revelation? Is Death always supposed to be the enemy of all? Will Agatha ever be able to forgive her, if Rio used to be the love of her life? If it was Billy’s sick fantasy does it mean he kinda summoned death on that road?

I listen to Rio’s theme in my playlist and cry for her. She has a black heart and it beats for no one but Agatha. Agatha never reacted to this like she didn’t care at all, did she? She has a tender spot in her heart for twink boys, and I know why but I hate it. I wanted this story to be sapphic, without changing the direction that much.

Moreover, I didn’t quite get why the hell Rio was so desperate to kill Agatha if she was so not okay about it in the end? They lost me there, I rewatched the first episode and tried to figure this out but I’m not sure that it was more than just a dominating game. Why did she want her horizontal (that part we got) in a grave, full of purple flowers, mushrooms, daisies and succulents? So romantic, yet so pathetic.

And still I was excited to watch Agatha’s and Rio's battle. Green and Purple striking each other’s bodies, there was so much passion in it, wow. It supposed to be so fucking hot, but instead this scene was interrupted by Billy’s performance.

God, Billy, I loved you as a character, but I loved you more as a sidekick, not another boy genius who suddenly develops his character and steals everybody’s thunder. He literally stole Agathario's thunder and blasted Rio, even when Agatha got her purple back. Twice.

Seriously guys, it felt like when you are trying to have some quality time with your girlfriend but her dog is jumping around and inviting you to play. With all due respect, you’re the sweetest Shiba Inu puppy, but why wouldn’t you just fuck off for a sec, because we’re having a moment here?

So was it Billy Maximoff All Along in the end of the road? Maybe that’s why I’m so angry right now.

Take a breath and dance with death, my love cannot be turned.

My love cannot be turned, even though there was so little dancing and too much thinking, to my liking. And it is so fucking sad.

[darsynia]

Hey, I hope it's ok to reach out like this but I'm back on tumblr with a new account after being away and am very lost, and as I love your fics, I'd love any recommendations for blogs to follow (in addition to yours, of course)!

I'm looking for non-dark Steve x Reader or Steve x OFC content. Preferably the fluffy/romantic/happy kind, although the torture-the-cinnamon-roll-before-a-tooth-rottingly-happy-ending will always be my jam too. Smut is ok! Am also open for Bucky or Tony as the male lead!

So any recommendations you (or should you answer this publicly, your followers) might have would be super welcome.

I hope you're having a good week and again, if this is silly, feel free to discard!

Well this was such a lovely thing to find in my inbox, given how much I like yours! I predictably Darsy'd this, setting up a bunch of links so I could offer a 'must-follow' list as well as some masterlists to dive into. I agree with @steviebbboi that if someone else had asked, I'd stick you on here 100%!

We'll start with some authors and masterlists (some have a mix of dark and fluff), in no particular order (I'm making Bucky purple. He'll get over it. Or he won't, and that'll be fun too) EDIT: I forgot the blog names are blue for me. Steve, you're pink now, I don't make the rules:

@ronearoundblindly Steve Series | Steve Oneshots | Bucky

@anika-ann Steve | Bucky

@stargazingfangirl18 Steve | Bucky

@navybrat817 Steve | Bucky

@targaryenvampireslayer Steve | Bucky

@thezombieprostitute Steve | Bucky

@buckets-and-trees Steve | Bucky

@witchywithwhiskey Steve | Bucky

@nicoline1998enilocin Steve | Bucky | Tony

@holylulusworld Steve | Bucky | Tony

Next we have a list of folks who make this corner of Tumblr a delightful place to be! Authors whose fics aren't quite the fluff you're looking for, readers we can't live without, mutuals who light up my life; this venn diagram is a complete, lovely mess.

@krirebr @bigtreefest @biteofcherry @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @brandycranby

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @steviebbboi @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @buckymorelikefuckme @caplanbuckybarnes

@eralen @nekoannie-chan @nowandjenn @secretswiftymarvelfan @rogerswifesblog

@petite-madame @rogersideup @levans44 @jobean12-blog @heli0s-writes

@deliciousangelfestival @jesevans @mrsevans90 @jamneuromain @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea

Full disclosure: Ro helped me with a few names here, and I just followed you *waves* so please don't be freaked out that I just followed and stuck you on a list! You come highly recommended!!

Thanks for asking, it's an honor and a delight to have an excuse to boost up some truly great blogs on here!

Had to add this, too. Tumblr told on me:

Ps. that thing where you try to remember a really lovely person's username and you can't and you remember it a half freaking hour after you posted... (or a day later! Argh, I'm so sorry Jen! @late-to-the-party-81 absolutely deserves to be on this list. If it is any consolation I totally did the 'leaving out someone obvious' with wedding invitations and it never doesn't feel bad!)

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend?~ Chapter 1 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 2

Summary:

Agatha and Wanda are top students while Rio and Alice are delinquent students that everyone seems to dislike. However, Agatha can't seem to stop the crush she has on Rio even if all the rumors are true. The includes the rumor that her and Alice are dating. Rio also can't help but think the same, even if she thinks Agatha is dating Wanda. Will it all change when they're assigned as partners for an AP Art project?

Notes:

Hey y'all! I got a surprise for y'all, this one's gonna be a mini series! I'm thinking either 3 or 4 chapters, still undecided but ya this should be fun! Hope y'all enjoy, as always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss so stuff.

Agatha Harkness had always been the top of classes no matter what. She always needed to have the best score possible on her tests and refused to settle for a B. She couldn’t help herself, she had always been a “Type A personality” since she was little. Agatha was THE A+ student but that didn’t mean she was exactly the top in social settings. Because she was so high achieving she also had been known to argue with anyone and always needed things her way. Because of this, Wanda was pretty much her only friend. Wanda and Agatha had been friends since middle school and have been inseparable since then. She was always bubbly and nice but when Wanda needed help Agatha was always there. If Wanda got into an argument with someone, Agatha was always there to back her up. Agatha was basically Wanda’s guard dog, everyone knew not to mess with Wanda unless they wanted to deal with Agatha. The only person who didn’t care about this was Jen. She was the only person in the school who dared to compete with Agatha and try and beat her perfect scores. This only made Agatha try harder and constantly bicker with Jen.

On the other end of this high scoring social tree was Rio Vidal. Rio had always been barely skating by in her test scores and grades. She cared more about art and gardening than any of her homework or tests. She would skip classes to smoke weed in the bathrooms with her friend Alice or she would go to class but just draw in her sketchbook the whole time. Rio was definitely more of a “Type B personality” when it came to school and thought she would figure out what she would do with her life when she got there. In her mind she was still young and could afford to live life rather than care about school. Her and Alice were deemed as wallflowers and nobody in the school bothered them since people thought they were ”wastes of space” or “bums”. In reality they were just two teens who didn’t know what they wanted but people still thought of them as delinquents. Well actually that was a lie, Rio did know she wanted one thing. She wanted Agatha. However, she thought she couldn’t have her, she thought Wanda had her. A rumor had gone around the school that Wanda and Agatha were dating, which Rio thought was 100% true. It was no secret that Agatha was a lesbian and because of this people thought her and Wanda were dating. In reality, they were just BFFs, Agatha held no romantic feelings for Wanda. However, she did hold romantic feelings for one girl, Rio Vidal. Her and Rio had one class together, AP art. While Agatha did enjoy regular school subjects, she still had a creative bone and found painting as a nice get away from all her troubles. She sat a table away from Rio and would admire her, she thought she was like an angel, flung out of space. However, she thought she couldn’t have her, she thought Alice had her.

Similar to Agatha, Rio was also a lesbian and didn’t make it a secret either. Alice got roped in just like Wanda and a rumor had spreaded saying that Alice and Rio were in a relationship. Rio had moved into town their freshman year and Alice was the only one who spoke to Rio, which caused them to become best friends. They weren’t in a romantic relationship whatsoever and in fact Alice found the rumor annoying because she was trying to get a boyfriend. Alice would constantly joke that Rio had cockblocked her to which Rio would always tell her to give it some time and the rumor would go away, but it never did. Rio found the rumor annoying since she wanted Agatha more than anyone. Rio was happy they at least shared one class together but she was always too scared to talk to her. She knew she had to find the courage soon since it was their senior year and knowing Agatha she probably wanted to go to a four year University like Yale or Harvard, while Rio would end up going to community college which wasn’t bad but she knew they would be separated. What Rio and Agatha didn’t know is that the cards would play in their favors. As part of their portfolio of their AP art test, their teacher assigned them to co work in atleast one piece with randomly assigned partners, which led Rio and Agatha to be paired. “Uh hi” said Rio holding up her hand with a wave, heading over to Agatha’s table. “Hey, I guess we’ll be stuck with each other for the next month” Agatha said with a giggle, trying to play off how nervous she was to be partnered with her crush. “ Ya I guess so, hope you don’t mind being stuck with me” Rio said, sitting down, avoiding eye contact with Agatha. “I don’t mind, I don’t care what people talk. If anything I’m shocked you don’t mind being stuck with me” Agatha told Rio, Pulling out her watercolor sets. “Heh, true I guess, anyways any ideas for the piece? I know you mostly do watercolor paintings but I feel we can do some mix media? I also have some gouache if you wanna try that maybe?” Rio asked, trying to change the subject. “ I’ve never worked with gouache but I’m not one to be scared of trying new things” Agatha said biting her nail while looking at Rio, hoping she wasn’t looking too desperate. Rio on the other hand was trying to calm herself down. While she was good at hiding her feelings, on the inside she was always panicking. “Duly noted, I can bring them in on Monday if you want to try it out?” Rio asked, taking a silent gulp before looking back at Agatha. “What are you doing this weekend? We can try to work on it in my mini studio” said Agatha, writing down her address on a piece of paper. “Mini studio?” Rio questioned. “Ya, my mom’s an artist, you didn’t know? My mom’s Evanora” Agatha said, semi shocked Rio didn’t know. Everyone knew who Agatha’s mother was, which is another reason why people didn’t mess with her. She never liked to gloat about it and wanted to become her own person, outside of her mother’s shadow. However, all she wanted was her mother’s approval of her which is why she always strived for such high grades. Agatha would never admit it though, she refused to admit something so weak as that. She handed Rio the paper, “my number is also on there, text me what times you’re free. My mom’s out all weekend so we should be good for any time you wanna come over” Agatha said, packing her bag before the bell rang. “I have to get to AP Lit right now but I hope you’ll text me” she said to Rio with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll text you later today. Good luck in class” Rio said, immediately regretting saying good luck, she felt like such a nerd after saying it. “Heh, thanks, see you later” Agatha said, blowing a kiss. She could tell Rio was flustered, she didn’t care if Rio had a girlfriend, one way or another she would have her. 

Once lunch started Rio went straight to Alice to catch her up on everything. She texted her as much as she could in her algebra class without getting caught. She really didn’t want to deal with the teacher taking her phone again. “Alice this is fucking insane” Rio said, sitting down at the table. “Rio, you need to tell me everything like now! How the fuck were you able to get not only her address but her number too????!” Alice said in other shock, trying not to scream. “It’s even more than that, she blew me a kiss?!?!? I’m so confused, I thought she was dating Wanda?” she told Alice, also trying to keep her voice down, hoping no one in the cafeteria will hear them. “Well what if it was just a rumor? Remember how people thought we were dating? Maybe they have the same thing going on, there’s no way they’re dating if she’s doing stuff like that in classes. Plus she’s like gonna be valedictorian, I don’t see why miss perfect would ruin her reputation like that” said Alice, biting into her apple. “Thought? Alot of people still think it” Rio said, groaning at the remembrance. “I guess it could be a rumor though. God, I hope its a rumor. I really like her, she’s just so pretty. Like did you see what she’s wearing today? She even-” “Rio, listen I love you but we’ve talked about this. I don’t mind talking about her but I can’t take it when you go off like this” Alice told Rio, interrupting her before she went into another rant. On the other side of the cafeteria Agatha went to Wanda who was talking to Vision, a new transfer student from Britain that Wanda had a huge crush on. Honestly Agatha was hoping the two would get together soon since she felt the two were a good match. “Hey Wanda, hey Vision. Sorry to interrupt but I need Wanda for a moment, kind of a girl talk if you don’t mind” Agatha said to the two, knowing Wanda was about to kill her. “Oh yeah, sure. I’ll see you after school then Wanda?” Vision said, getting up from the table. “Of course, see you after school” Wanda said, smiling up at him. As Vision walked away, Agatha sat down quickly. “Agatha this better be good, I swea-” “I gave Rio my number and address during art class today” Agatha interrupted immediately. “Oh. My. God. Agatha! I'm so happy for you!” Wanda said, putting her arms around Agatha. “Wait a minute, isn’t she dating Alice?” Wanda questioned, looking at Agatha questionably. “And? I’m better than Alice in every way. She deserves someone better if they are. Plus she would have brought that up when I gave her my number and address, what couple wouldn’t have weekend plans?” Agatha said, not caring at all. “I guess but still, you should ask her when she comes over or like bring it up subtly” Wanda said, taking a bite of her lunch. “Great idea Wanda. “Hey Rio do you have a girlfriend”. What am I, desperate? I can’t just ask her” Agatha said with a huff. “Hey, I’m only trying to help. Unless you want to stay single forever” Wanda told Agatha with a pout. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just stressed out” Agatha said, eating her cafeteria pizza. “I know, I just want you to be happy, you know?” Wanda said, putting and arm around Agatha. “I know, thank you” she said, returning the hug to Wanda. 

Once Rio got home after school she went up to her room and immediately started texting Agatha.

Hey Agatha, It’s Rio from AP Art :). I’m free tomorrow all day so just let me know what time you want me to come over!

Hi Rio! For sure, how does 12 sound? 

Sounds perfect, see you then!

See you tomorrow <3

Rio was freaking out, Agatha sent her a heart. She immediately took a secret screenshot and sent it to Alice who texted her back almost immediately 

DUDE!!!! SHE WANTS U SO BAD

I don’t know about that but I just hope this isn’t like straight girls flirting :(. Like you said, Wanda and her being a couple was probably a rumor, so she’s probably straight 

Rio, ur kidding me. Rio she’s a fucking lesbian. THE WHOLE SCHOOL KNOWS. SHE STATED PUBLICLY SHE’S A LESBIAN?!?!? DID U NOT SEE HER INSTA?!?!?!?

Wait what? You know I deleted Instagram a while ago 

RIO IT’S IN HER BIO

Rio received a screenshot of Agatha’s instagram and in her bio did in fact say “Loud and Proud” with a gay flag emoji. Rio couldn’t believe her eyes and was panicking. How did she never notice that Agatha liked her back? That night Rio almost couldn’t go to bed because of how nervous but excited she was for tomorrow. She was debating if she should take flowers or something as a gift before she went to Agatha’s tomorrow. Rio never expected this to happen but she was more than ready for it to do it. She was going to make Agatha Harkness her’s even if she had to fight to make it happen. At the same time Agatha was in her room on facetime with Wanda deciding what to wear for tomorrow. “Wanda I love you but everything you’re suggesting I can’t wear! She thinks we’re going to be painting! I can’t wear a tight dress like this if we’re painting, I’m going to be ruining my best clothes!” Agatha yelled out, grunting as she was still unsure of what to wear. “Ok but I want her to be shocked, Agatha, we need to show her how hot you can be. Remember that club we went to last week, people couldn’t keep their eyes off of you” Wanda exclaimed. “Yeah, and they were all guys Wanda! Women’s eyes aren’t the same as men, don’t think so lowly of women” said Agatha, still rummaging through her closet. “Agatha I can literally pull up a text from two weeks ago of you talking about Rio in a low cut shirt” Wanda told Agatha in a deadpan tone. “Okay! I get it!” Agatha exclaimed, pulling out more clothes. “What about these overalls and this shirt?” Agatha said, pulling out a striped purple and black shirt with navy blue overalls. “Cute! I think that’s it!” said Wanda, doing a little happy dance. “Also do you think this looks good for Vision?” Wanda asked, showing up a sundress that would hug her in all the right places. “If he doesn’t ask you to be his girlfriend after seeing you in that, it’s over” Agatha said with an eye roll. “Yay! Thanks Agatha! I’m gonna go to bed now so I don’t feel too tired when I see him tomorrow. Good luck getting Rio! Love ya!” Wanda said before hitting the end call button. “Love you too, good luck tomorrow!” Agatha said, hanging up the call. After Agatha got ready for bed she flopped on, hoping the best for tomorrow. She knew everything would go well, just like she always tells herself but she can’t help but feel a bit nervous. She knew one way or another, she would make Rio Vidal her girlfriend.

[cassiebones]

Character Analysis: Jennifer Kale

Jen Kale has such a tragic history, just like the rest of them.

I, at first, had thought that she was pretty young compared to the rest of them, but she was already an established midwife by the 1850's (when the Obstetrics thing came about; yes, I googled) and so I believe she probably already had about a century's worth of experience before that. She probably watched the babies she helped birth grow up before her eyes. She watched their whole lives. I wonder how many of them knew who she was and used her as their own midwife.

I had a thought that she might have been Agatha's midwife, which explains how she was the only one who knew about Agatha's son, but she probably would have remembered who Rio is (though it may have been by design that nobody knew about Rio). I'm not sure, but it would explain the history between her and Agatha.

Regardless, I think she and Agatha have some kind of contentious past. Maybe Agatha was trying to build another coven, but Jen caught wind of what happened to previous covens of Agatha and dipped out.

Then she started to hear more rumors about Agatha's escapades and believed them. Because Agatha was known to be a witch-killer. So she wouldn't put it past this witch to trade her own child for a book of dark magic.

And obviously part of her trust issues come from that invitation to impart her knowledge on a society of male obstetrics who she thought recognized her intelligence and respected her. It's probably really hard to trust after going through something like that; it's probably equally as easy to believe all the bad things you hear about somebody universally acknowledged to be a bad person in general. And then to actually witness Agatha's callousness for herself?

But, at the same time, Agatha praised her knowledge during the first trial. She acknowledged that Jen is a smart person. That, while her power was taken from her, Jen still knows a lot of shit. And she uses that intelligence to her advantage (and, unfortunately, to her detriment at times.) Jen is also the person that Agatha looks to when Teen gets hurt, knowing that if anybody could save him, it would be Jen. She trusts Jen in that moment, and it makes Jen trust in herself, despite her bindings.

I think we're all in agreement that all the witches are some flavor of queer, right? I actually just googled and Jen is canonically bisexual, so a win for the lgbtq+! I feel like maybe she had romantic interest in Agatha in the past, but realized that Agatha was so emotionally unavailable as to be a non-starter.

And then there's the killing witches thing.

Like Agatha, I think Jen tries to come off as more confident than she really is. She acts a bit catty to combat the self-doubt, lashes out at those around her. She is definitely suspicious of everybody when she first meets them, though she tries to act "nice" or polite.

I hope that she makes it through the road (despite last night's episode ending) and that she is able to unbind herself. And I hope the man that bound her is buried somewhere awful and that he's being tortured a lot.

Speaking of the man who bound her; do you think he might have had some kind of infatuation or did he hear about this incredibly talented black woman and immediately go "that's a witch; gotta stop her" and then found out she was a midwife (somebody who ferries new lives into this world and does a Very Important Job) and was like, we cannot allow this to continue?

Remember that Jennifer was likely living in the North during slavery. She was working a job that was well-respected and was invited to Boston, where she still would have been free and probably well-respected in her career. She also came from a long line of root workers, which are essentially healers.

And god forbid a woman have interests and talents. Especially in those times.

Jennifer came off as a bully in last night's episode, but I don't believe that to be the whole story. Maybe she was influenced by something. Maybe it was all Agatha's horrifying hallucination. Maybe Jen was just acting out of fear.

Regardless, she is just as multi-faceted and three-dimensional as the rest of them and I have trust that Jac will show that in future episodes.

Only four more to go!

[fionajames]

Lemme request something Void! related. Preferably Sterek. No x reader please. Even just Sterek friendship!

Devoid of All Emotion

A/N: OML TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Now to explain, I would ship Sterek but the thing is, yk, the age gap, so unless it's an au or a few years into the future when it's more natural, I view Stiles and Derek as platonic soulmates. I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE, TEEN WOLF PEOPLE, SEND REQUESTS.

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Three seconds breath in, three seconds hold, three seconds breath out. 

Three in, three hold, three out.

In, hold, out.

Three, three, three.

The rhythmic breathing was beginning to ache in his chest as the man exhaled steadily, attempting to steel himself as he stared at the orange hues of sunset. Inside the apartment, beyond the door, he could hear the Sheriff’s attempt at resurfacing whatever remained of his son.

In, hold, out.

Derek glanced to his side, where Allison was gnawing on the ends of her fingernails, glancing to her dad every few moments. He could smell the anxiety rolling off of her, grief twisting with it as she sighed loudly. Emotional pain drifted in the air, stronger and heavier than anything else.

“You’re not my son,” the words floated into Derek’s ears as the tiny flickering spark of hope in his stomach was quenched with the snapping sound of metal being broken. Stiles was gone. He blinked languidly, his own grief growing inside of him. 

Argent was the calmest one present, as predicted, and waves of chilling cool rolled off of him. It was relieving to Derek’s overwhelmed senses, and he focused on that instead of Allison’s frantic panic as they entered the loft.

He followed Argent with monotonous steps, watching out of the corner of his eye as Allison sucked in a breath, positioning herself diagonally from Stiles. 

No, a voice in his head rasped, and Derek scanned the boy’s face hopelessly. That’s not Stiles.

Abruptly the weight of the situation came crashing down on him. That wasn’t Stiles in front of him, that was the Nogitsune, controlling the boy he once knew. Stiles was smart and mischievous, witty and quick-thinking, but he had this bubbly energy that had originally annoyed Derek to all ends. 

But now, he would give anything for a cheerful humorous quip to come from Stiles’ lips, instead, the Nogitsune watched contently, as though everything he’d planned was slotting into place. It was using Stiles’ body like a puppet, and Derek could practically picture the red strings tied to the boy’s every limb, controlling his every move.

Allison attempted to tase the Nogitsune, but it raised its fists effortlessly and caught the electricity. Sure, Derek hadn’t thought the taser would affect the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to catch it. He pushed down the fear rising in his stomach, trying desperately to picture something other than Stiles in front of him.

And then the Nogitsune yanked the electricity, and Allison’s eyes grew wide with horror as the taser was ripped from her grip with careless ease, thrown to the side of the room. 

Rage washed over Derek as he stared at the monster in front of him, controlling Stiles’ body and taunting him without even realising. It was as though someone had taken a blade dripping with wolfsbane and plunged it through his heart, twisting constantly. 

He’d been too afraid to admit it, even to himself, but Derek was aware his anchor had changed. The moment he’d met Stiles’ teary eyed gaze in this very same place, nearly two months before, he’d known. It had taken him a mere matter of seconds to believe the words that came from Stiles’ mouth, and with that Scott’s. He’d nearly killed Jen– the Darach right then and there.

Stiles was a cheerful boy, even if he had darkness inside of him that he rarely talked about. Derek was aware of how soulmates worked, whether they were platonic or romantic, it took a werewolf - or were creature of some sort - to feel the bond. He hadn’t recognised it at first, but Stiles was in fact his other half, and even though there were no romantic connections tying them together, Derek loathed the idea of hurting him.

But this wasn’t Stiles, this was the Nogitsune.

Derek snarled and lunged forward, aiming to grab the back of the boy’s head, only for the Nogitsune to grab him by the arm and twist. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he heard and felt his arm break as his shirt was grabbed and his head was slammed into the table. In one swift motion he was thrown into the pillar, and he groaned when pain erupted from his ribs as his back hit the plaster and he fell to the floor.

Not Stiles, he told himself. Nogitsune.

A click ran through the room, and Derek lifted his head to stare at Argent through the haze of pain glazing over his eyes. The sound of safety being switched off on a gun. Said gun was pointed directly at Stiles’ head. It didn’t matter if it was the Nogitsune, because that was Stiles’ body it was controlling, and a bullet to the head would kill him.

“Argent, listen to me,” the Sheriff began, reaching out a hand as though to calm a frightened animal. “Don’t do this.” Derek rose to his feet, because even though he was sure he’d broken a few ribs and it hurt like hell - even though it would heal - he wasn’t going to just watch Argent shoot his anchor. 

Not just his anchor, his other half.

“Why not?” Argent mused calmly, but Derek could smell the tinge of guilt amongst the collected calm. “I’ve done it before; werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.” The Sheriff responded immediately, raising his gun and clicking off the safety smoothly, pointing it at Argent’s head.

Derek saw Stiles’ mouth form an ‘o’, eyes widening and brows shooting up, as though he wasn’t surprised, just amused. It made him feel sick. 

Argent glanced at the Sheriff. “You’re not gonna shoot my son,” the man told him firmly, and the stench of fear spilling off of him was acidic to Derek’s senses.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff,” Argent told him, turning back to look at the Nogitsune. “That’s not your son.” The Nogitsune tilted Stiles’ head mockingly, taunting Argent silently, teasing him. Derek wanted to scream.

“Put it down,” the Sheriff firmly ordered, yet Argent didn’t flinch. “Put it down.”

“Dad, he’s gonna shoot me,” the Nogitsune whispered, fear seeping through its words. But the fear was fake, an attempt to guilt trip the Sheriff into listening. Derek reminded himself yet again; this was the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Not his Stiles. “He’s gonna kill me, Dad.”

“Put the gun down,” the Sheriff repeated, glancing at the body of his son again. 

“Don’t listen,” Argent told him.

“Put it down!” The Sheriff’s voice grew louder and stronger. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

The Nogitsune turned Stiles’ head, staring Argent in the eyes. And yet, as it spoke, something inside of Derek tinged, and he knew that the words were Stiles’, not the spirit’s. “Pull the trigger, come on.” The Nogitsune was playing it off as a taunt, but Derek could feel the heavy presence of Stiles in the words, begging Argent to kill him so the spirit would leave.

Horror was swimming in Derek’s stomach, getting harder and harder to push down. He wanted to grab Stiles and drag him away, but this wasn’t Stiles. Yet, it had Stiles’ body, and if any harm came to the boy’s body, it wasn’t just affecting the Nogitsune. It was doing well, and he knew that, it was pulling on everyone’s heartstrings and taunting them into doing exactly what it wanted.

Derek hated it.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” The Sheriff shouted, and Derek watched the horror melt Argent’s features, as though he realised exactly what was happening.

“Dad!” Allison pleaded, and Derek wanted to join her in begging them to stop, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from Stiles’ face. Devoid of all emotion, completely void. 

“Shoot me!” Stiles screamed, and yet again, it was Stiles. The Nogitsune couldn’t completely control the boy, but it was manipulating his body language and tone, but the words themselves were all Stiles. Derek despised it. This was Stiles, his anchor, his other half, begging for Argent to put a bullet through his head to save his friends, to save everyone. Stiles begging for his own death. It filled Derek with a new kind of emotion, one he couldn’t quite decipher, but it was strong.

“Put the gun down!”

“Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

“Strife,” came Allison’s whisper, and Derek’s gaze broke from Stiles’ face, realisation hitting him. The colours of sunset were fading to darkness, and his heart ached. The Onii were on their way, on their way to kill the Nogitsune, and in the process, Stiles. His Stiles.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

“Stop!” Allison screeched. “Stop it! This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!”

“Not exactly,” the Nogitsune intervened, and a rush of sharp coldness like an icy river shot through Derek’s soul, engulfing him in frigid iciness. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to protect me.”

The Nogitsune turned and stepped backwards, between the Sheriff and Argent as four dark figures materialised out of nowhere. The Onii slashed the swords ominously, and Derek hated to admit that the Nogitsune was right. He wasn’t going to let the shadowy figures even brush against Stiles. Never.

And then the two men opened fire on the shadows, and Derek slipped round to meet Allison on the other side, encircling Stiles. 

The fight was a blur, literally, because the Onii seemed to be pure shadow. At some point, one of their swords sliced Derek’s shoulder, and he cried out in pain. They eventually dissipated, and when he turned around, Stiles was gone, nowhere to be seen. The others left shortly after.

A sigh escaped his lips as he splashed his face with water as the ache in his chest grew, licking up inside his throat and burning. His other half was out there somewhere, trapped inside his own body with no control as the Nogitsune continued to puppet him.

The idea sent more rage rocketing through Derek’s body and he leaned his forehead against the wall. Nothing was ever simple in Beacon Hills, and now they had to somehow yank a spirit from a human boy’s body. 

But they would, Derek knew that. Because he wasn’t going to give up until Stiles was back and the Nogitsune was gone. Whatever it took.

A/N: tysm for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!!!! please send requests, im actually begging you.

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A snapshot of the first day Jen/Peaches/357 spends at WRU. Tagging @paingoes, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

This isn’t right. 552357 isn’t sure what isn’t right, but the feeling of wrongness is overwhelming, like a siren blasting. She’s cold, and when she tries to sit up her muscles ache. Her arms and legs are spotted with dark bruises and there’s something dark on her wrist. She squints, bringing her wrist close to her face.

It’s a barcode with a number underneath. A tattoo, says a quiet voice in her head, only she doesn’t know how she knows what a tattoo or a barcode even is. She squeezes her eyes shut, and remembers the taste of cheap beer, neon lights, the buzz of a needle, and then something stabs her behind her right eye. The memory fades, but the wrongness intensifies. Something is missing. She looks at her right forearm again, and for a moment her brain projects a vine wrapping around her arm, but there’s nothing but unblemished skin. The pain in her head intensifies, and she squeezes her eyes shut, burying her head in her hands. Something thick and heavy is around her neck, and it’s too tight, she feels like she can’t breathe.

This isn’t right.

The door opens.

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Handler Wells is damn good at her job. That being said, she’s surprised that she’s the one handling 552357. It’s only her second year as a fully fledged handler, and the facility has much more experienced Romantic handlers. She wasn’t expecting to get something this high-caliber for at least another two years. For whatever reason, though, this opportunity has fallen into her lap, and now she has the chance to skyrocket to the top, instead of the long, grueling crawl she was expected. It’s a dream come true.  

552357 is curled up in the corner of the white room, in the standard-issue white shirt and black shorts. She nervously looks up at Handler Wells when she walks in.

“Stand up.”

The girl scrambles to her feet, her skinny legs shaking. Between that and her big brown eyes, she reminds Handler Wells of a fawn. “Where am I?”

“You’re at WRU facility 044. Romantic division.”

357 tilts her head to the side, confused. “What does that mean?”

Handler Wells explains, watching 357’s sweet face. As Handler Wells talks, her delicate eyebrows furrow for a moment and her hands clench into fists. It’s quick, but Handler Wells notices. She can sense the chaotic whirl of thoughts in the girl’s head, as loudly as if she was projecting them into the air. 357 still thinks she can run.  She still thinks she's in control. No problem, it just means she needs to learn otherwise.

“Do you have any questions, 357?” The girl shakes her head. Handler Wells tries not to laugh. “All right. Why don’t we get you something to eat?” 357 nods, her jaw clenching.

It’s standard practice to cuff new pets, but Handler Wells doesn’t bother, guiding the girl with a hand on the back of her neck. They step out into the hallway. 357’s eyes dart around, and Handler Wells can feel her pulse in her throat.

She picked out this wing for 357 for several reasons. First, it’s nearby her favorite break room, the one that always has the good coffee. And second, there’s a door at the end of the hallway with a glowing red exit sign. It can’t be opened without a keycard and a passcode, but 357 doesn’t know that.

On cue, Handler Lorenz pushes the door open.

“Wells! We’ve got a problem.” Their voice is wooden—they’ve never been a great actor, but they’re Handler Wells’s best friend and the only one she’d trust to do this with her.

Handler Wells casually takes her hand off 357’s neck to wave back. “This better not be about that twink you were telling me about this morning.”

On cue, 357 drives her elbow into her stomach. It barely glances off, but Handler Wells grunts and staggers back like it’s hurt her. 357 is fast, to her credit, but she’s a mouse in a room full of cats. Handler Wells lets her hope build for a moment, and then jabs a button on the controller for the shock collar.

357 screams and convulses just inches from the door, collapsing into a heap on the ground. Handler Wells holds down the button for almost a minute, slowly walking over to the writhing girl.

“That was a very stupid move, 357.”

357 glares up at her through teary eyes. “This isn’t right. I didn’t want this.”

Handler Wells presses the button again, and 357 screams, her back arching beautifully.

“You signed the contract.”

“No. No, I wouldn’t have. Why can’t I remember anything?”

“You don’t get to ask questions. You signed up for this, and you've been a bad pet.” She drags 357 to her feet and cuffs her hands behind her back. “I was going to go easy on you for your first day. But now I have to show you what happens to bad pets.”

The girl spits at her. “Fuck you.” Handler Wells uses her baton this time, jabbing her in the ribs and watching her struggle as the current courses through her. Handler Lorenz gets her in the back just as she's catching her breath, and her scream is beautiful as it tears out of her throat, her lips stained with blood.

“All right, let’s get you back to your room. Lorenz, help me out.” Handler Lorenz opens the cell door. “Thanks, babe.” She pushes 357 back into the white room, slamming the door behind her.

Handler Lorenz laughs, clapping her on the back. “Nice job.”

“Thanks for helping me out.”

“Anytime. Do I still get first dibs?”

“Obviously.”

Her friend glances through the window at the girl. “How can you be so sure she’ll behave? She’s a feisty one.”

“Not after this.” Handler Wells pulls out her phone, swiping to bring up the room settings.

“What are you doing?”

“Watch.” She cues up the strobe lights and noise. Handler Lorenz makes an irritated noise and jerks back from the window.

“Warn me next time, asshole.”

“Sorry. Anyway, eight intermittent hours of this, then a second dose of the Drip, and then...” She pulls the vial out of her pocket triumphantly. “A special Romantic combo I mixed. She’s going to be so desperate she’ll be begging us to use her.”

Handler Lorenz whistles. “Not bad.”

“I’ve got to nail this.” She grits her teeth, staring in at 357. The girl’s nose is bloody. She can’t cover her eyes or her ears because her hands are cuffed behind her back, so all she can do is squeeze her eyes shut. There are already tears running down her pretty face. Handler Wells presses the button on the controller again, watching her writhe on the floor.  “If I do, I’m set for life at WRU.”

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Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??

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One of Your Kind (Ch. 9)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 5.8 K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, depression, panic attacks

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem! Reader

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You were right when you thought that this show would make Jenna more famous than she already was. Ever since Wednesday came out on Netflix she has been going everywhere for interviews and she brought you everywhere because like she said, she couldn’t be without you. She needed you with her always. She was a really anxious person and you learned just recently that she was depressed for a long time before you came along. It made you happy, knowing that you helped each other in so many different ways without even knowing. It always left you wondering, how would things be for the both of you if you had never met? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to know, you loved how your life was now and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

As already said, Jenna needed you everywhere. Being a very anxious girl, whichever interview she had she would bring you with, so if she ever felt nervous or something, she’d just look at you, seeing your smile she’d calm down and continue the interview with this huge smile on her face. As you were always together, paparazzi, fans and more in general people started spreading voices about the two of you being together as a romantic couple. None of you ever confirmed nor denied anything as you didn’t show affections to each other in public, you kept these things private and both of you were glad. Photos were leaked of the two of you looking at each other in a romantic way, or even of the two of you sharing dinner together at a restaurant but luckily it wasn’t anything else. Honestly the both of you took it as a game, you wanted to see who would last more in public without wanting to kiss the other and most of the times it was Jenna the one giving in, because as soon as you got home she’d always be the first to push you against the bedroom door and initiate a hot make out session.

The interviews started becoming more and more frequent, with the two of you having less and less time together due to her always traveling from a side of America to the other. You couldn’t always go with her but when she was in town, you went everywhere you could, on interviews especially. There was this interview where she was noticeably uncomfortable, people were laughing at her even during serious conversations and you could see she was on the verge of tears. The usually smiling Jenna was now only giving small, forced smiles and you hated that sight. She tried her best to seem happy but the public wasn’t making it that easy. Her legs kept shaking, she couldn’t stop fidgeting with her rings and you just wanted to go there and kiss her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. You looked at her worriedly, just hoping that she’d look back at you so you could give her one of those smiles that usually calmed her down, but she didn’t.

When the interview finally finished and Jenna was finally free from that torture, as soon as she approached you, you saw her eyes get teary. “Come here” you opened your arms for her and without hesitation she got into your embrace as she began crying, you could only imagine the amount of pressure she was under and that’s why she insisted on you continuing your career as a director. She supported your dreams and all, but she didn’t want to see you so stressed like she was.

This is what usually happens when you bring that up: “Hey Jen! So my manager sent me this script for this netflix series, do you think I should try send my audition for this role-“ “babe can we not do this?” She interrupted, barely even looking at you. “What- why?” You said, sitting down on her bed. “You know what I think about it… I don’t want to see you as stressed as I am” she said and looked at her phone. “Not everyone is like you, you know… I might never be stressed” you said and she sighed, not giving you a reply. “I thought you supported my decision,” recently you have been talking to her about roles and auditions, and she either didn’t listen or pretended she didn’t hear, and it made you upset. You knew she meant well but it still hurt. “I do support your decision, I just don’t want to talk about it. Do what you deem necessary” this was the answer that led you to not want to talk to her about your career anymore.

The only time she was actually happy to share something with you is when Golden Globes happened. She had asked you to go there with her as her partner, and you gladly accepted. You barely talked about each other anymore, you were mostly there for each other - well you were there for her because she never showed you any support, she never asked how you were doing. Did it hurt? Yes, but you didn’t care because you loved her, and she loved you… or so you thought. She didn’t show it, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel it, right? Anyway, back to the golden globes. You had agreed to going with her, but once again, you didn’t want to steal her spotlight so you wore something that, only made her shine brighter. You wore something simple, a black, tight velvety dress. This time, being her partner you arrived in the same car. You had gotten a bit more recognition after Wednesday was released, so people also took photos of you, but Jenna was the one shining tonight.

She was stopped multiple times for interviews, while you went around with your business, talking with other directors, actors you have always admired. You even took some pictures with them, and even talked with some casting directors, you got a few of them to send you some scripts, but this is something Jenna won’t need to know. Eventually you saw Jenna being pulled in for another interview, you didn’t get her all for yourself for even a second ever since you arrived, if not for when you were in the car, but even then she was anxiously talking non stop about what could go wrong. “Jenna Ortega every body! You look stunning tonight” the interviewer said and Jenna smiled, reciprocating the energy. “So who are you with here today?” The woman asked and Jenna turned to her side, to where you were talking with someone.

She gave a smile before speaking “I’m here with mi girlfr-“ she stopped herself before speaking again. “Uhm, with my girl best friend, (Y/N)” you had heard that, being not too far away as you wanted to keep an eye in her and make sure everything was alright, so when you heard her words you nearly choked on your drink, making the casting director you were talking with worried about you. She nearly told everyone that you and her were a couple. It would be weird, if people knew but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind, because that meant that you could act more affectionate towards each other. Eventually it was time to get to where the award nominations would be and you sat down next to Jenna, her leg bouncing up and down. You didn’t like seeing her so nervous, and you didn’t care about everyone else at the moment, you needed to calm her down so you put your hand on her thigh, gently.

“Calm down love..” you whispered, you had become so used to this that now it had become routine. Without replying she grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as she waited to see who would win those awards. Unfortunately she didn’t win, but she smiled and clapped her hands for the winners anyway as she watched the winner go up on stage. You knew she was jealous, and you knew that somehow, she felt defeated. Only when you were in the car back home did she burst into tears. “Honey what’s wrong?” You said as you moved a strand of hair behind her ear, stopping your hand there to caress her cheek. “Am I d-doing enough?” She said in between sobs, you were confused at first, but then you realized. “Babe, you’re doing more than enough, you’re giving the best you have,” you tried reassuring her, but she shook her head. “Then why am I not winning anything?” She looked up at you, seeking for some comfort. “Jen you’re young, the best part of your career just started. You’ll have a lot more occasions, but if you didn’t win today it doesn’t mean that you have to give up”

Luckily you had learned how to comfort her in these situations, but it was never the same when it came to you, when you were in these situations. You really didn’t talk to her about yourself, anymore. Not that you ever had the time to, anyway. She was either always traveling, doing interviews or too stressed, too tired. It didn’t matter if you had something good or bad to tell her, recently - actually, ever since Wednesday came out - she didn’t have time for you, and it hurt. No matter how hard you tried to talk to her about something, anything… she didn’t have time. A day like another you sat down next to her on the couch, a huge smile on your face and you just couldn’t wait to share the news with her “Hey Jen! Guess what, I sent my audition for this show and-“ she interrupted you “I don’t have time right now, I’m working” the smile disappeared from your face and you got up from the couch.

“Of course you are,” you chuckled, pacing in front of the couch. She didn’t look up at you, too focused on her laptop to even hear what you had just said. “Jen, are we okay?” You asked, you saw the slightest furrow of her brows, but she still didn’t look at you. “What?” You sighed once again, as you sat down on an armchair. “…are we okay?” This time she closed her laptop and looked at you. “Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?” You were the one looking at her in confusion this time, and eventually you shook your head. “I don’t know. Never mind, forget I said anything” you got up, wanting to head to the bedroom and break down under the blankets, but she stopped you by grasping your wrist. “Wait, hey, it’s okay” she said, having noticed the tears in your eyes. “Why do you think that we’re not okay?” You sighed, and turned to look at her “you’ve just been acting off… I can’t put my finger on it” you looked down. “Off how?”

She didn’t notice. You couldn’t believe that in all this time, she didn’t notice that she was basically neglecting you. “I don’t know, I feel like talking to me has become a chore to you” you looked down, missing the even more confused look on her face. “What? Never! I really enjoy my time with you-“ you interrupted her. “I just don’t think you care about me the way you used to.” There was silence for a while and you felt her let go of your wrist before she spoke again. “I’m trying to.” Trying. She was trying. “Trying? You have to consciously put effort into caring about me?” You looked at her straight in the eyes, a couple tears leaving your own. “Am I wrong for wanting to put effort into us? Wanting to care about you?” She raised her arms, you could see tears building up in her eyes “no, but it should just come naturally! It’s like you’re convincing yourself to be in love with me” you wiped a few stray tears that had rolled down your cheeks, your hands visibly shaking.

“That’s not what I meant. I know that I love you, I just have so much going on in my life and I have to care about anything happening.” Jenna said, and You didn’t know what to say anymore. “I know, and I wish I could make things easier for you…” you said, Jenna took a step closer to you. “You already do, please trust me when I tell you that I love you. Your presence makes me feel at ease, which I’ve never felt with others before-“ “then why does it seem like you don’t want to be close to me anymore? Like we’re drifting?” You interrupted her once again, and she looked down “It’s been really hard for me. I just feel so helpless in my life right now, and I can’t help but push people away when I get like this.” You sighed at her words, moving forward to meet her. “Then let me help you…” you were really trying. “I don’t need your help.” You walked even closer “Jenna please-“ “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” She finally snapped, and you were taken aback, flinching from the raised voice tone.

“I’m s-sorry…” you said, your voice now a mixture of scared and sad. “You know what, fuck what I just said!”she yelled, you could see full rage in her eyes and you didn’t like this one bit. “I have everything I want from life, people love me and I am as happy as I ever have been! Wait, you wanna know the actual truth!?” She asked, but it was pretty rhetorical because she didn’t wait for your answer. “What’s really happening here is, I don’t need you anymore and you can’t fucking handle it!” There was silence after that. The only noise, if it could even be heard, was the one of your heart breaking. “Y-you don’t mean that” you spoke, trying to suppress your sobs. “Yes I fucking mean that, I don’t need you anymore, I’m happy without you too!” And as if earlier you thought everything was going wrong, now your whole world came crumbling down.

You didn’t really process what happened next, you just knew that you were now in your car with a bag packed with all the clothes you used to keep in her house, and you were on the verge of a really bad panic attack as you were driving back to your apartment, what she said earlier clouding your mind, your thoughts, everything. The blood pounded in your ears. Your heart thudded in your chest. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish-eye lens. You had to get away. You couldn’t stay near her any longer. There was too much of a risk of Jenna walking out of her apartment and trying to talk you out of your decision. You turned the key in the ignition, took a long, slow deep breath, then rounded the corner out of sight. There. Jenna wouldn’t follow you if she ever came for you. You were out of sight. That was all that mattered. You clutched the steering wheel, your hands wrapped so tightly around it that your nails dug into your palms. Breathing was hard. Really hard. As if you’d just run the London Marathon.

Through these difficulties you managed to get home, where you cried harder, your chest growing tight as bile rose in your throat. You ran in the bathroom and threw up whatever was in your system from that exhausting day. You couldn’t believe that Jenna actually felt that way about you. You couldn’t believe that after a year of being together, she was now throwing it all away all because you wanted to help her. You wanted to be there for her even though she didn’t show any interest towards you anymore. You wanted to to love her, yet you just found out that she didn’t want you anymore and it hurt so bad, you didn’t know what to do with it. It all started when you wanted to tell Jenna that you had gotten the role you had auditioned for and that you would be leaving next month, but now she would know nothing about it. Did you mind? No, you didn’t… she didn’t need you anymore, right? She didn’t need you there with her and you had to admit that to yourself.

You had trusted her. You had trusted her with everything about your life, you had trusted her not to hurt you because she promised she wouldn’t hurt you like your ex did and yet here she was, if anything she only hurt you worst than Madeline ever did. She made you fall for her, while she played her little game only to leave you behind when she was done playing. Thousand of scenarios like this popped up in your mind and you just wanted to know which was it, which was the right one, but what you knew was that she didn’t need you anymore.

That month before you left to go act on your first ever TV Show was hell. You were locked up in your apartment, breaking down every now and then and you realized, you had fallen back into depression. Jenna was the one to pull you out of it, but she was also the one that got you back in it. You had lost 10 pounds as you barely ate anything, you tried to eat something but you didn’t have the appetite and you would throw up whatever you ingested, you barely slept at night, too. In one week you probably had three hours of sleep, dark bags now circling your eyes which were ever so swollen, you didn’t even do what you loved anymore, your days consisted in laying in bed 24/7, just thinking about what you did wrong to deserve all this shit in life, tears leaving your eyes all day every day and you even stopped wiping the tears that stained your cheeks, and you just hoped that with this role you had something to help you distract yourself from those dark thoughts that had now taken over your mind.

It did distract you, and you were really glad for it because otherwise you didn’t know what would have happened to you, if you had stayed at home alone with your thoughts, and you were glad you didn’t have to find out. You had gotten a role for a lead character in a Netflix series, that would be filmed in New York city, and it was pretty obvious that you had to socialize with the cast. They were really nice people, but it was almost every time you hung out with them that you would end up drunk, and your cast mates had to drag you back to your trailer. Yes, you dug yourself into alcohol as it was the only way you could momentarily forget about Jenna and what she did to you. If you could talk with yourself one year ago, you’d remember that you hated alcohol. Yet here you were.

Filming took 4 months and you haven’t heard from Jenna ever since that day. She didn’t call to apologize, she didn’t send a text to check in on you, nothing. But you stayed in contact with her mother and her sisters.

Natalie: hello darling. How have you been?

She has always been so nice to you, even after hearing from her daughter about what happened - probably in her own version - she never brought it up, knowing how much it hurt you. She knew you were filming, so she didn’t text you that much during it but now that you were finished, she wanted to make sure you were okay.

You: hey Natalie, it’s good to hear from you. I’m okay. How have you been? How’s the family?

Natalie: I’m good, we’re good. Now that you’re done with filming, would you like to step by at our place, tell us how it’s been?

You: will Jenna be there?

Natalie knew you too well. She knew you didn’t want to see her- no, she knew you couldn’t bare to see her. And that’s why she asked you to go at her place.

Natalie: no dear. She’s in Canada filming. You can step by whenever

You trusted her. You trusted her with your whole life and she was to you the loving mother you never had and that’s why you decided to go at her place. Seeing her house after so long made a lot of memories resurface, but you decided to suppress them as you made your way into the house. “Hey sweetheart” Natalie said as soon as she saw you, giving you a small sad smile before she hugged you tightly. You wanted to break down right there and then, but you managed to hold it in, letting out a shaky sigh instead. you sat at the table in the living room, your leg bouncing up and down due to your anxiety as Natalie made you some hot chocolate before sitting down next to you. “You know you can talk to me right?” She started and you nodded, looking at your own hands “I know” you told her you had been unwell, and even though you didn’t tell her why, being a mother she had learned to read right through you as well and knew that you not being well was because of your breakup with Jenna.

There was a moment of silence after that and fortunately Natalie knew not to push the subject, and she also knew that being in this house where you had all the memories with Jenna was probably a lot for you. “Have you been eating? Sleeping?” She asked, probably noticing that a lot of your habits had changed, and that you had lost weight. “It has been hard… to do both” you said and took a sip from your hot chocolate. “I throw up whatever I eat, I can’t sleep properly without.. nightmares and without breaking down. I can’t go on with my days without thinking of-“ you couldn’t continue, you didn’t want to continue. It now felt as if all of the oxygen had been ripped away from you, and you felt another panic attack coming. You were lucky Natalie noticed, she saw the tears and the look of panic in your eyes. “dear…” she said and pulled you into a tight hug, where you broke down definitely. You were lucky no one was at home except for the two of you because you were really ugly crying.

“I ca- I can’t get over i-it” you sobbed out, and it only made Natalie hold you tighter “I know darling, I know” she said, hearing you sniffle and seeing you this miserable hurt her like she had never imagined. You never talked this openly about how you felt after the break up and you had to admit that it was relieving you a tad bit. “I trusted her with all myself, she’d promised she- she wouldn’t hurt me like Madeline did” you didn’t want to talk bad about Jenna in front of her mother but you needed to vent, and she was the only person willing to listen. “I’m s-sorry maybe I shouldn’t talk about her” you said pulling back from the hug. “It’s okay-“ you interrupted her. “No it’s not… she’s your daughter… and I should leave” you got up, grabbing your stuff as you headed for the door “(Y/N) wait” Natalie said before you left, and she walked to you, pulling you in for another hug. “It’ll pass with time” she said and you sighed shakily again. “I hope so” you said, and finally, you left.

And she was partially right. The series came out three months later and it was a success, your career as an actress had started out brilliantly. You had managed to shut out every negative thought, but not completely. You showed yourself happy and positive for the press, but only you what happened when you were alone. Unlike what Jenna thought, you didn’t feel stressed, if anything, all the attentions only distracted you from your thoughts and you were glad. You didn’t have good friends like Jenna did, but the people that supported you, even without knowing what you’d been through were enough and you couldn’t be more grateful. You kept contact with Natalie of course and you went visit her multiple times when Jenna was out of town, that was before you got called out of town as well, for movie premieres and interviews. You really enjoyed interviews, and being the lead of your series you were called in each of them.

“(Y/N)(L/N) everybody!” The interviewer called and you walked in, the room erupting into cheers and applauses as you waved at them with a big smile on your face as you sat down. “So tell us how has fame been so far?” She asked and you smiled “it has been amazing to say the least. My life has completely changed, acting is definitely my field, way more than directing was. I can safely say that I found my purpose” you giggled and it made the interviewer smile too. “How has it affected your life?” “Well, I struggle a lot with mental health, depression and anxiety. But this has been good so far, it distracts me from any negative thoughts. I’m not stressed, hell I’m happy to be able to go around the world and take part of interviews and premieres. I’m generally a very shy person and no one would tell, but I’m adapting to this life very easily if I have to say.”

“What about friendships? You seem really close with the cast of your new series.” You nodded with a smile “yes I am. When filming there were days where I would be really down, but they were always there to support me. I owe them a lot.” The interviewer nodded “what about the Wednesday cast? Are you still friends with Jenna? You two were never seen alone” the mention of her name kind of left you speechless for a moment. You didn’t know what to reply but you opted for the safest option. “I’m still really close with the Wednesday cast. With Jenna yes we used to be really close, but we’re not anymore. We uhm- we took different paths and didn’t keep contact.” You nodded, showing a now uncomfortable smile. “Any chance you two might work on a project together? It would be good to see a reunion.” You looked down, with that same uncomfortable smile. “Not that I know of, no”

God you hated that interview. You haven’t been thinking that much about Jenna for a long time and now she was back on your mind and you just wanted to get her out of there, but it was impossible when you were both nominated for the same award night two months later. Yep, one of your worst fears happened. You had to go as it was your first major nomination and you knew Jenna would be there. You were one of the stars of the night, and your manager and crew had warned you that a lot of attentions will be on you today. Were you nervous for the night that was to come? No. Were you nervous about the possibility of meeting Jenna? Yes, you were, but you focused on the good sides of that night. As soon as your plane landed and you left the airport, You were surrounded by fans and paparazzi. You had bodyguards but you liked staying there and taking photos with your fans, some of them even cried from happiness when they saw you.

That same night you went to where the awards would be taking place, you were fashionably late, as you had troubles with the hair and make up, and with picking the dress. You had a lot of options but when you saw this dress you knew that it was the best choice and it definitely was. It fit you perfectly, it seemed like that dress was made for you. As soon as you arrived cameras and flashes were immediately on you, and you had to pose for a good 15 minutes before you could satisfy everyone’s request. You smiled and waved, you also stayed serious and posed in different ways but eventually you managed to get away from the carpet and go socialize with other actors and actresses. Living alone meant that you didn’t talk much, and that’s why you decided to take advantage of these moments. You were now talking with a girl- she was definitely flirting. Drinks in hand as you heard your name being called not too far away. “(Y/N)! Over here!”

It took you a while to locate the familiar voice, but when you did you saw Natalie and smiled brightly, immediately walking over as she enveloped you in a big, tight hug. When you pulled back she checked you out and her jaw dropped open. “You’re gorgeous tonight!” You blushed at the compliment. She really knew how to make you feel at ease. “How are you?” You asked her “I’m good darling. Though I have to admit I miss you at home” you smiled slightly. “How have you been?” She asked, luckily changing the subject “I’m definitely better than last time we met. You were right when you said it’ll pass with time” that’s what you said to others, and that’s what you wanted to convince yourself of. Natalie was about to reply to you, when a voice from behind her was heard. “Hey mom, I grabbed us some drinks-“ Jenna stopped when she realized that you were the one talking to her mother. The smile faded from your face as you looked at her. You tried to take your eyes off of her but you simply couldn’t.

“(Y/N)… hi.” Jenna said in a monotone voice, you couldn’t quite decipher the look ok her face but she didn’t look happy. “H-hi..” Natalie looked at you and could see how the look in your eyes had changed. You definitely should have expected that she’d show up, but you didn’t expect it to happen now. “I- I should probably go, nominations start soon” you said, not wanting to be near Jenna any longer as you went to the opposite side of the room and found someone to talk to, you really needed to get distracted. It was soon time to actually go attend the nominations. “The one winning the award for the best performance by a foreign actress is (Y/N)(L/N)!” You walked up stage, people happily clapping their hands as you were given a microphone. “How’s it feel to be the first Italian actress to win this award?” You were smiling brightly, the light shining on your dress and eyes as you took the award in hand. “Oh my god okay, it definitely feels surreal. Considering that three years ago I didn’t even know English I’d say that I had a huge glow up” you joked and talked for a while more, until you went to the next nomination.

You also won the award for the best new actress that night, you were living out your dream and it was the best feeling ever. You had a lot of interviews in the time span of half an hour, and wherever you went you saw Jenna, for some kind of fucked up reason she was always there, and at some point you couldn’t handle it anymore. After the thousandth interview of the night you basically ran backstage, luckily no one was there and no one saw you break down. You suddenly felt as if all the air had been ripped off of your lungs, you couldn’t breathe, your heart was beating way too fast and you just wanted to scream, but it was hard to breathe, let alone scream. You managed to pull out your phone and text Natalie to come backstage ASAP. Fortunately she did, and she saw you sitting on the floor against the wall, tears staining your face and having a hard time breathing. “Honey what’s wrong?” She asked as she knelt down next to you, a loving hand on your knee. “I ca-can’t b-breathe-“ you said in within gasps for air.

Luckily, Natalie could recognize a panic attack when she saw one. “Okay, listen to me” she said and cupped your face, making you look at her “breathe with me… in, out…” she tried, and you tried too but to no avail. You tried to explain yourself on why you were having a panic attack but nothing sensed came out. “Mom what’s going on? What are you doing-“ Jenna stopped speaking when she saw you in those conditions. You were barely breathing, the look of distress on your face being as clear as water. She only ever saw you like this when your ex came back, which made her wonder. Was this her own fault? Did she do this to you? Was she the reason why you were probably depressed again? She came to a realization and kneeled down next to you, your struggles for air only getting worse as you tried to move away from her. “Hey, it’s me, Jenna. You’re alright, just try and-“ “g-get away from me” you managed to say, not looking at her in the eyes but instead trying to focus on her mother, in vain.

Jenna felt her heart break in that moment, she didn’t even realize when you got up and left the place, getting into the car that would take you back to your apartment. Luckily the awards were in LA so you weren’t that far from home. Jenna now realized how bad she had hurt you. She was too focused on herself, she was too focused on her work and was constantly putting you aside before the break up. She did think of you during this period of time but never enough to understand that she hurt you too much, and she didn’t know if she could ever gain your trust back. An hour passed and Jenna was at the after party with her mother, trying not to think of you but it was so hard when everyone was talking about you, some asked where you were, but were never given a reply. Jenna was taken away from her thoughts when she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Jen, there was a terrible huge car accident, a few victims, some are in really bad condition. I need to get to the hospital and help in the ER. I’ll see you at home.”

A/N: well if it isn’t the angst. This chapter had me into tears from the moment I started thinking of it and it came out so good 😭

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Last night as I was going to bed, my traitorous brain decided I should entertain the idea of a Hosie Stitchers AU, so…

I ended up with two sets of character mappings, because like a number of different AUs, it feels like either Hope or Josie could play the “central” character here. My initial thoughts were with Josie as Kirsten, and I think I like that one the best, but I’ll post both.

Josie-as-Kirsten:

Josie (Salvatore) is Kirsten Clark. Stefan is her just-deceased adoptive father, Ed Clark. Her biological parents, Dr Daniel Stinger and Jacqueline Stinger, are Alaric and Jo. Her older half-sister, Daniel’s elder daughter Ivy Brown, is Lizzie Parker.

On the Stitchers team, Hope (Marshall) is Cameron, naturally. I’ve got Maya as Camille (which makes Ethan her ne’er-do-well brother Theo). Maybe MG as Linus, particularly as he ends the series dating Ivy/Lizzie?

Maggie was friends with Ed and the Stingers (and also an assassin/undercover operative), so perhaps Caroline? Maybe Dorian for LA Detective Quincy Fisher (that’s the one I have the most doubts about)? And Damon as Maggie/Caroline’s boss, Leslie Turner?

A few of the minor characters: Cameron/Hope’s comic-book-store girlfriend Nina becomes Landon. Kirsten/Josie’s troublesome ex Liam is Finch. And (mostly because I love Allison Scagliotti and Anna Akana), Penelope as Amanda?

For the Hope-as-Kirsten version:

Hope (Marshall) as Kirsten, Jackson as Ed Clark, Klaus and Hayley as Daniel and Jacqueline, naturally. Marcel as Ivy (will have to rewrite some of the romantic plot there)?

Josie (Parker or Forbes) as Cameron. Maybe Lizzie as Camille? I’ve got MG as Linus again here, based on Cameron and Linus being buds, IIRC. For Maggie, perhaps Cami, Declan, or Caroline (again)?

I forgot to do Quincy and Leslie for this one…probably The Originals characters, but no one is really jumping out at me? Father Kieran as Leslie, maybe? Dunno.

For Camille’s troublesome brother Theo, I plucked Jed out of the air; he’s a minor character anyway. Kirsten’s ex Liam is Roman, Cameron’s early/middle-seasons girlfriend Nina is Penelope (who breaks up with him when after she learns the truth about what Cameron does!), and Jen as Amanda to round out the cast.