#thats jen at the end

[nachosforfree]

I think one of my best headcanons is the "William did Henry's top surgery" one

[minijenn]

New chapter droppin tomorrow ya'll. Just gotta edit it after work and I'll achieve my goal of 4 whole ass UF chapters in January god this month has been fucking endless

[petergabrielyuri]

legitimately the most wild jeopardy clue i've ever seen

[nerdlvr]

✩ mama

(MDNI)

smut , husband jeno x reader , hey mamas in a sexy way , impreg/breeding kink , just a quick lil thought blurb , big humongous ginormous jeno dick (canon) , smaller reader , no condom ofc thats the point y'all , rough dirty raw sex , doggy style ruff ruff , creampie , degradation kink , overstimulation , dacryphilia , daddy kink yikes! , pet names , requested here !

message to past self : do not ask your feral husband to give you a baby.

now you're 3 hours in, 5 orgasms later , and 8 inches deep, and your husband won't stop until he thinks you've had enough.

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you slapped at his thigh, a helpless attempt to release the pressure he was putting on your womb.

"jen- jeno, please, s' full, i can't anymore." your choked sobs were like music to his ears, a low chuckle leaving his throat, "yeah you can mama, look at you-" he reached down to wipe your tears, his smirk growing wider.

his cock pulsed inside of you, releasing another spurt of cum into your leaking hole.

"hurts baby, hurts so good." he laughed at your words, proud of you for lasting this long, "so strong for me baby, love it when you milk my cock-" he pressed deeper into your cunt, your stomach clenching at the feeling of more cum seeping into you.

"take it, gonna look so good when that tummy starts to grow, hm? gonna want me to fuck you when your breasts are all swollen and you can barely walk?"

you nodded into the sheets, his large hand gripping the back of your neck as he pressed you deeper into the bed.

"yes jen- fuck, always want you to fuck me- need you to."

he finally released the pressure he had on you, cock slowly sliding out of your swollen cunt, your breath shaky as your body began to twitch.

"desperate little pussy- look at you, not even a drop going to waste."

you shivered as he ran a finger along your fold, chuckling as his cum remained soaked into your cunt, fingers only wet with your arousal.

he lined his length back up to your core, sinking in slowly, only a couple inches at a time. you sobbed into the sheets, the walls of your cunt burning as he teased you, "jeno please-"

he pressed in deep, hips flush against your ass as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "please what mama? don't tell me to stop- you know i can't."

he drove back into you, hand grabbing onto your hair to pull you up towards him, "say my name baby, who's the only one that can fill you up like this hm?"

you choked on your cries, voice weak as you spoke, "you, daddy only you, please please please."

he dropped you back onto the bed, hands moving to grip your ass, spreading you so he could get a clear view of you sucking in his cock.

"only me- only daddy can feed this hungry pussy, fuck you're perfect baby, made for me."

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if you thought this was the end you were very much wrong. jeno only had one thing in mind, and he was going to get it done.

[kimchichaehi]

G!p Huh Yunjin x reader

Summary -> your bestest friend in the whole wide world whom you’ve known since middle school is such a perv but you’re alright with that

Warnings -> sex, perv jen, cursing, slight somnophillia

Notes -> IDK I USED UP ALL OF MY THINKING JUICE ON THIS.

“Cmon baby….wake up” your best friend Huh Yunjin whined as she kissed and nipped at your neck

“Please baby, i need you..” Yunjin whined while one of her hands slipped under your white camisole and she softly rutted against your thigh

“so soft..” she mumbled while her hand pushed your shirt up “love that you don’t sleep with a bra on, gives me more access to you..” she smiled

Her hands groped at your tits “just touchin’ you gets me hard”

“Jennie..?”you mumbled sleepily “what are you doing..? You muttered, referring to her who was rutting against your thigh

“M’sorry baby i just really need you right now, you don’t mind if i fuck you, hm?”

You knew you shouldn’t have let your best-friend stay the night its like without fail every time she stays the night she always needs to fuck you in the morning

“Sh..Shit..! y’feel so fucking good” Yunjin whined, her pretty cock pounding into your cunt, her hands on your hips, holding you down

“Jen..!” You whined as she leaned down to kiss your neck, your arms instinctively wrapping around her neck

“So fuckin’ tight for me aren’t you?” She smiled into your neck “maybe ill put a baby in you, yeah?” Her grip on your hips tightened “probably like that, wouldn’t you? You’d just love for your best fucking friend to get you pregnant.”

She laughed softly due to you softly shaking your head “so cute, can’t even say anything.” Her hand trailed down to your puffy clit, she rubbed soft circles into it as she sped up

Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout her eardrums, as if they were the only thing her ears would pick up on, well that and the soft wet squelching sound coming from your pussy gettin pounded

“F..Fuck…” she whimpered

“m’gonna cum, y’dont mind if i cum inside you yeah? Of course you dont, you’re already fuckin’ braindead, s’fine thats how i like you.”

Abrupt ending bc i had a brain fart😒

[narcsmelly]

fascinated by devon because she's like the only character with any goddamn sense but also why the hell did she marry that man?

i would love to talk about this..... bcos honestly idk i just.. feel like i get them, mostly cos the show is asking me to believe it and i enjoy stories most when i go along with what theyre telling me until theyre done telling me about it.

but for real here's my take on devon & rickens relationship: when ricken and devon met, ricken was a lil rich boy who loved to write (poorly) and was always a little too privileged and weird, but ultimately very personable/funny and like... puppy dog level head over heels for devon. first love type shit on his end. i think they were probably young and it was probably an honest friendship that grew into a relationship at devons pace, and while ricken was (and still is) ridiculous and a little lost, that doesnt stop devon from loving him. then gemma and she and mark and ricken became close knit, a real ass family spending a lot of time together and devon & rickens relationship became better because of it. and then gemma died c: and devon had to get really fucking serious about caring for mark AND ricken.. and thats the devon we see today, grieving and carrying it all.

AND ricken is grieving... we see him cope with any negative feelings (insecurity etc) with false bravado and overthinking. And ricken who is both grieving and dealing poorly with the grieving people around him is in an ego-driven rabbit hole exacerbated by the random boderline-sycophants who bring out the worst in him.. but the ego rabbit hole friend group makes him feel wanted/loved/important so he's coping poorly and spiraling by playing into it without regard to how it affects devon and what it really 'means' about who he is/what he's achieving (he's not very introspective or self aware even tho he thinks himself to be!!) idk i just think that while ricken is like.. maybe the worst version of himself he's ever been at this point in their lives, he also wasn't ever some incredible amazing superhero person to begin with... he's kinda just a dope. and devon loves him. and he's wealthy lmao. and i just feel like even though they aren't some storybook fairy tale mark & gemma type romance, devons an extremely pragmatic person and wouldnt be with someone she didn't Want to be with. I don't think she'd take as much crap from mark as she does if she wasn't sure about ricken. but idk im prepared to eat my hat cos frankly i think they should open their marriage and devon should date women but thats just me

ANYWAY: Jen tullock talked about a lot of these things on the severance podcast ep she was on, and also a lot of my opinions were informed/solidified by He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother by cassiandor on ao3 and i think everyone who loves devon should read it.

[haechani4ever]

hello!! can you write a jeno fluff where you offer to sleep in a different room because your work schedules are so different and you don't wanna wake him up when you have to get up for work 🥰

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: separate rooms ✧

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary you always woke up jeno when you went to work, so you decide to offer him a solution.

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing idol!jeno x idol!reader

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings pet names (angel, honey, babe, etc)

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 0.7k

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hii, this is my first rq so im so happy. thanks for requesting, I really appreciate it <3

it all started when your comeback came out. this means that you are busy all day with promotions and so on. your day started very early and every time you got out of bed you woke up your boyfriend, jeno. he was an idol, just like you, but his promotions had already ended a few weeks ago, so he was on break while they prepared the next comeback.

so yes, when your alarm went off at 5am and you had to get out of bed, he woke up too. he always seemed to go back to sleep after that, so it didnt seem like a big problem at first. but one day while you had a short break between your activities you decided to send him a message to see how he was doing.

you: hi jens.

you: what u doing?

jens💘: hii babe

jens💘: just watching tiktok since you left

you: you didnt go back to sleep?

jens💘: no

jens💘: i usually cant go back to sleep after you leave

you felt so bad about that. you felt bad for disturbing his rest. you know jeno andhow much he likes to sleep and rest, so you were kind of gloomy the rest of the day because of that. but talking to your group mates they gave you an idea so as not to wake him up. they told you that it was best to sleep in separate rooms. you considered it and came to the conclusion that maybe it was for the best so you would only bring it up to your boyfriend when you got home.

you arrived a little before the time the two of you normally had dinner. as soon as you opened the door, the hot air from the heating and the smell of food hit your face. you left your shoes and bag at the entrance and headed to the kitchen where jeno was. he turned around when he felt your presence in the room and he gave you the warmest smile and walked towards you to hug you.

"hello angel, how was your day?" you hugged him back and let out a tired sigh. "today was good. how are you?" you said as they separated. he returned to where he was cooking. it was something he did when he knew you would be a little late. you leaned against the door frame as you watched him cook.

"my day was also good, i was resting" the message he had sent you this morning saying that he had not fallen asleep again and the advice from your group mate came back to your mind. "are you sure? you said you hadnt gone back to sleep" your voice changed showing concern. "oh, its okay, angel. don't worry."

"no baby, its not okay" you said as you approached him and hugged him from behind. "you work so hard all year round, i cant just wake you up when you can finally rest" you rested your head on his back. he in response caressed your arms and hands that were around his waist. "honey, i think we should sleep in separate rooms."

he turned around quickly as soon as he heard you. this made you break away from the hug and when you looked at his face he looked confused. "what did you just say?" you looked at him also confused "yeah, i think we should sleep separately so i dont wake you up" he let out a giggle that seemed like he was mocking what you just told him "aw, baby you dont need to do that. the reason i cant get back sleeping when youre gone is because youre not in bed with me. unless you want me to not even be able to sleep at night, i think thats such a bad idea."

"but baby, i want you to keep sleeping when i get up," you said with a worried expression on your face. although you did not deny that what jeno had previously said had relieved you. "well, we will find a solution to that, i dont know, i will hug a pillow with your perfume, but there is no way i will sleep without you"

you did nothing but smile in response. he caressed your arm before returning to his task and you went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. that was something you loved about jeno. he was a man who solved anything, you were lucky to have him by your side.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Follow You || Chapter Two || Eyeless Jack

sum: after returning to your college dorm room, jack just can’t stay away. this ends up resulting in an unfortunate run in with your unhinged roommate

tw: mentions of drug usage/drugs

a/n: i want to make it very clear i do not support drug usage as depicted in this story. this is a work of fiction and i would never encourage you to snort adderall lmaoo

chapter one is here

“You’re gonna be shaped like the letter C for the rest of your life if you sit like that.”

Jennifer’s voice was sour, an obvious sign she was sober. You looked over at your roommate, rolling your eyes. “You sit just like this, only you do it to get high, I do it for academics,” You countered. You wouldn’t consider your roommate, Jennifer, a friend. If anything she was far from it. She had long ginger hair, big green eyes, and freckles that decorated her cheeks. You had been assigned as roommates your freshman year of college. You both had heard horror stories of other people's roommates and decided although you weren’t fond of one another, you could tolerate each other's habits.

Giving Jennifer the benefit of the doubt she wasn’t wrong, even if it was hypocritical. You had been hunched over your desk for what felt like eternity, studying and writing notes for an upcoming exam. Out of instinct you leaned back, stretching over the back of your chair. “Touché. This exam has you bent out of shape huh?” Jennifer asked. She was laying on her bed, lazily hanging her head off of the side. Her eyes were glued to her phone, her fingers typing away. “That's a severe understatement. You try taking biochemistry. Everything is blending together the longer I look at it,” You sighed. You rubbed your temple, letting out an exhausted breath. “Yeah, I think I'm good. I’ll still with my art major,” The ginger replied. Glancing at her you could see the noticeable eye bags hanging under her eyes. You see Jennifer had an astounding drug problem, one you had grown tolerant of. Despite not partaking in substances yourself, you were well educated in the world of pharmaceuticals. Jennifer took advantage of your knowledge, in exchange for keeping that aspect of her life out of your dorm.

Your shared bathroom was up for grabs naturally, but your main bedroom was not. You thought of Jennifer to just be a woke party girl, who spent her spare time either partying or attending whatever cause she was obsessed with for the week. This week it happened to be veganism. You suspected this charade wouldn’t last long, considering any protein Jennifer consumed seemed to evaporate due to her constant drug usage. She’d feel like shit and get bacon next week at breakfast, you were sure. “Are you going to Mark’s Halloween party? It’s all anyone can talk about right now,” Jennifer asked. You propped your head up on your hand, giving her a sarcastic smile. “Cmon Jen, you know I don’t party. Besides my big exams are the day after,” You reminded her. Not that she should’ve needed reminding, considering it’s all you could think about. It may have only been the beginning of October, but your focus was consumed by your studies.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, rolling over on her stomach. “You know a part of the college experience is socializing right? Your books aren’t going to do you any favors when it comes to meeting hot guys,” She said teasingly, sticking out her tongue. You noticed she had changed her tongue piercing, a neon green ball sitting on her unbrushed tongue. “Hot guys can come after I become a doctor. Half of the guys here are gonna drop out anyways,” You replied. Jennifer snickered, her gaze returning to her phone. “Thats not what you think about Ethan Kibber though,” She teased. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the sound of his name.

Ethan Kibber. Tall, mean, incredibly handsome. He had beautiful dreadlocks that went down to his shoulders, his chocolate orbs always captivating you every time you saw him. And his voice? It was deep and raspy enough to make you swoon. He was a psychology major, determined to thrive as a psychologist. His admission to Harvard had been publicized, his sister having been a victim to suicide. Ever since then he had been determined to help others mental health. A trait you absolutely adored. He also played football, typical jock popularity following along with it. But you admired his ability to never let that change him. Sure, your only interactions had been nods or brief greetings in the hallway. You were sure it was only because Jennifer walked beside you, but you thought the effort to acknowledge you was sweet.

Playfully you threw a pencil at her, causing her to giggle. “Don't tell me you’re going to try to bribe me by guaranteeing his attendance,” You groaned. Jennifer sat up fully, sliding off of her bed. “Not necessarily but it would be soooo good for you to get out more. You’re always cooped up in here all the time,” She replied. You watched her go over to the bathroom, doing what she did best. You tried not to stare as you heard a drawer open and shut. Her special little ‘stash’. “Hey, what'll get me through my quiz today? I have a bunch of uppers,” She asked. You cringed at the thought of her voice echoing into another dorm. “What time is your quiz?” You asked. You refrained from looking over your shoulder, no matter how much your curiosity lured you to. “In an hour,” Jennifer responded. Your eyes widened, your gaze glued to your desk. “Jesus, Jen. Take an adderall and crush it up and snort it,” You sighed. You didn’t enjoy assisting Jennifer’s drug problem, but you also despised the idea of having to help her detox. Not that she ever truly would.

“Thanks! You’re the best. Now back to what I was saying,” She replied. You could hear the rattling of pills in a bottle, before the sound of them crushing occurred. “I know you’re not a party go-er but why not give it a try? You’re basically a scientist right? Why not trial and error another party?” She asked. Another party. You felt slightly embarrassed at the memory, glancing down at your bandages. You hadn’t told anyone about Jack or what had happened. You pretended you went home with a guy you didn’t remember, earning a big congratulations from your precious roommate. Little did she or anyone else know you were a virgin, dreaming of the day Ethan Kibber would sweep you off your feet. So you played along with the story, claiming you had fallen a bunch at the party. You regretted every second that you attended, cringing at how sloppy of a drunk you turned out to be. Turns out having an unrestricted supply of alcohol is troublesome for even the best students.

“I want to be a doctor in medicine, not science. Although I appreciate the notion, I think i’m good,” You say. You cringed at the sound of her loudly snorting, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “Give it some thought. Why not come out with me this weekend? Spend the week being a bookworm but loosen up on the weekend with me,” Jennifer suggested. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a hoodie. Her high waisted early 2000’s pink shorts were not suitable for the weather at all. Jennifer never feared the weather, no matter how freezing cold it was. Instead she would double layer her tank tops, making sure they were cropped enough to show off her playboy belly ring. She shoved on a hoodie that you presumed she ‘borrowed’ from her last fling. That was the only way she ever obtained winter wear. “Yeah yeah i’ll think about it. Hurry up and go before you’re late,” You say, finally rising from your chair. You handed her whatever pair of uggs she was obsessed with for the time being, wishing her good luck before practically shoving her out of the door.

You ran your fingers through your hair, stressed out beyond belief. How were you going to manage parenting your roommate while balancing studying for possibly your most important exam yet? You trudged over to the bathroom, satisfied to see that the counters were clean. You looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing how exhausted you appeared. Your hair had grown out longer than you preferred, your face more worn out looking than usual. You leaned over to the sink, flipping on the cold water. You needed to focus. You splashed your face with cold water, rubbing your eyes as you did so. Colorful dots danced in your vision as it settled, your hand struggling to find the towel. You managed to find it, wiping your face before tossing it aside.

It was then your heart jumped out of your chest, a tall ominous figure standing beside your desk. You jumped in surprise, nearly tripping over a pair of Jennifer’s discarded sneakers. Swallowing, you took deep breaths, realizing Jack was standing before you. In his visible hand was your heels, coated with mud from your journey into the woods. “Holy shit, what the hell are you doing here?” You hissed. While you were slightly fearful of Jack’s presence, the demon didn’t interpret your words to mean that at all. He held up your heels, setting them down on the floor. “I climbed through your window. You should really lock that,” Jack told you. He thought he was being helpfully informative, all the while your emotions were going haywire. “I brought you back your shoes, you accidentally left them at my cabin,” He explained. Your brain fully seemed to register the situation, your head instinctively nodding. Jack wasn’t intending to be creepy or unsettling, he was just trying to be nice.

“Thank you. You scared the shit out of me. At least give me some warning next time,” You say awkwardly, rocking back and forth on your heels. There was a certain tension, where neither of you seemed to know what to do with the other. Jack, an oversized demon with the communication skills of a walnut, just wanted to get to know you. Maybe it was the savior complex he was beginning to form, but something about you was intriguing. A connection. An odd connection that kept him wanting to come back. You, an overworked stressed out med student, were extremely unsure how to handle Jack’s attention. You had never acquired such attention from a male. Nor had you ever received such genuine kindness. It made you suspicious of his intentions, as if his rough exterior appearance didn’t do that enough. Jack inhaled, his eyebrows raising. His action confused you, your eyes widening in surprise as he pushed past you into the bathroom.

You stared dumb founded as he yanked open one of the bathroom drawers, revealing Jennifer’s infamous drawer of treasure. Jack couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “I thought you were a med student. Why the hell do you have percocet and xanax in your bathroom? Do you know how bad this is for you?” Jack asked, his tone laced with how offended he was. He was thankful for his acute sense of smell, the scent of crushed adderall catching his attention. You didn’t seem like you did substances, your face twisting in disgust. “They're not mine you flimsy snoop! They’re my roommates. How the hell did you know they were there?” You fired back. Jack went to quip a response, when his ears twitched. The scent of your roommate was coming closer, her heart racing as fast as Jack would expect from a college student snorting adderall. “Your roommate is coming,” Jack whispered. You barely managed to choke out a sound of confusion, his large hand grabbing your arm and dragging you into the bathroom. His touch was absurdly hot, his skin so warm it felt like it could burn you. You gasped in surprise as Jack pressed you back against the bathroom door, flicking the tiny lock on the door handle.

There was no time for confusion, the sound of your dorms door flying open. “Roomie? Where are you?” Jennifer asked. Jack flinched at the sound of her voice, the hoarseness making him freeze. He hadn’t accounted for being seen by anyone else. “In the bathroom, w-what’s up?” You sputtered. Jack didn’t need to relay the fear he felt, his tenseness telling you everything you needed to know. “Theyre sending the drug dogs around to our floor, I need to flush all of my shit,” Jennifer squealed, desperately shaking the doorknob. Under his mask Jack was terrified, seemingly frozen in fear. The Operator would have his head on a silver platter for exposing their kind. “I-I got it. Trust me i’ll take care of it,” You replied. Your eyes flickered back and forth at Jacks mask, searching for any emotion. The endless void of darkness stared back at you, the unsettling tar like substance dripping down the royal blue mask. Jack could then hear the sound of conversation a few doors down, a drunk pair of roommates arguing about a broken bottle. It wasn’t long before the smell of metallic blood flooded his nostrils, one of the roommates evidently cutting themselves on the glass. An odd sound escaped Jack’s throat, similar to a hum. You flinched at the sound, before pushing past Jack.

“You’ll take care of it? Let me help you it’s my stuff,” Jennifer pleaded, desperation lacing her words. Through Jack’s hungry haze, he realized just how worried your roommate was about you seeing her stash. Jack wasn’t an expert of human interaction by any means, but he gained the sense that you had no idea just how many kinds of drugs she had stored away in that drawer. Jack tried to push past you, not wanting to ruin your friendship. He grabbed random bottles, unscrewing the lids and tossing them in the toilet. “Is there someone else in there?” Jennifer asked. Jack watched your cheeks flush pink, your mouth running dry. “W-What? N-no!” You sputtered, becoming rapidly embarrassed. Your embarrassment was distraction enough, Jack managing to grab a majority of the unlabeled bottles. Your eyes flickered over to the drawer, your clammy hand grabbing a small baggie of marijuana. Jacks eye sockets widened as you shoved it down your shirt. “I can hear two sets of footsteps in there. Is this the guy?!” She squeaked, her mood jumping to excitement. Now Jack was the one flustered, freezing in place.

You grabbed the pill bottle from his hand, finishing dumping them out. Jack had misread you. You did tell her. How much did she know? “What? Fuck, uh, yeah it is,” You replied, stumbling over each word. You stood on your tippy toes, brushing past Jack’s hood. Your breath was hot against his skin, the demons own heart beginning to feel as though it was racing. “She thinks I lost my virginity in the woods, just follow my lead,” You whispered. Jack raised an eyebrow, relieved at the notion you had in fact kept his secret. “OH MY GOD! Can I meet him?” Jennifer squealed, her voice high and pitchy. Jack cringed at the sound, wondering if a human girl's whines could make his ears bleed. ”Uh no you cannot, we’re gonna leave now,” You rambled. In an unsure manner you grabbed his hand, the demon grabbing onto the wall. Your doe eyes met his, something calming about the color staring back at him. “Trust me,” You whispered. You unlocked the door, shoving it open. Jack avoided looking at Jennifer, keeping his head down. He could hear the cops beginning to search your neighboring dorm mates. “They’re coming,” Jack mumbled, just low enough so you could hear him. You squeezed his hand, pushing past a gushing Jennifer.

“This is him? Why’s he wearing a mask?” She questioned. You guided Jack over to the window, pushing the blinds aside and shoving it open. “I’m uh, into mask play,” You said slowly, as if you were unsure of the own words coming out of your mouth. Jack was halfway out of the window, freezing once he heard your flustered words. “Like ghostface? Seriously? You’ve only had sex once and you’re jumping into mask play?” Jennifer gasped, flabbergasted at the mere thought you were presenting her. Your cheeks were bright red, nervously shoving on a random pair of sneakers. “Yup I am. Don’t judge me. I don’t judge you. Gonna go now, bye!” You rambled, practically shoving Jack out of the window. He jumped down first effortlessly, realizing your dorm was on the third floor. You nervously peered out of the window, looking down at Jack. The demon knew time was thin, outstretching his arms and waiting for you to jump. The overwhelming knock at the door gave you enough courage, your eyes screwing shut as you threw yourself out of the window.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am i the asshole for not wanting to make my oc bi/pan?

So i (23 FtM) joined an oc rp discord server, the setting is that everyone's ocs got isekai'd into a mystery escape room dimension and have to work with strangers to escape, because of this everyone is encouraged to use an oc that would be out of their element in this setting to see how they would react. My oc is Yuu, he is a gay man who i established to be an extremely introverted and brutally honest person and already have a boyfriend.

Let's call the other person Laura (22F), her oc is Jen who, in Laura's own words, is her self-insert. We rp'd together a few times on this server, our characters solving lock rooms together with Jen scolding Yuu for being rude or not understand social etiquette sometimes. While i didn't think much of it since i also rp with others the same way, Laura started shipping our ocs together since she interpreted that our ocs were getting closer and falling in love. At first, it was just mild flirting in our rp so i didn't say anything and just continue without responding to the flirts, but Laura got more explicit and even draw ship art of Yuu and Jen. Things gotten too uncomfortable for me to ignore so i asked Laura in ooc chat to stop and explained that my oc is gay and already have a lover etc.

Things should have stopped there but instead Laura told me to change Yuu's lore or make a bi/pan AU version of him, saying that i can just count this as not canon and rejecting Jen like that is too cruel. Of course i refused and stood my ground but a mod, who i think is Laura's friend, came in and said something about how by refusing to change Yuu's sexuality i would be a misogynist bi/panphobic fujoshi fetishizing mlm relationship (it was a whole paragraph that too long to be included fully.) We agrued back and forth about this and how i should have rejected Laura before she got too attached to me oc, things ended when i said fuck it and left the server while also blocking Laura and that mod.

I later told by my friend who was also in that server that Laura had a huge breakdown and even cried in vc which made me felt really bad and wonder if i should have handled this better and told her to stop from the start. I also heard that the mod tried to comfort Laura by basically telling her to steal my oc but thats a different story.

So, am i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[indulgnces]

I’d recognize that laugh anywhere. A telling comment, meaning she wasn’t going to squirm her way out of this one unnoticed, but also a comment that flooded her with so much warmth, Jenny couldn’t help but finally turn to look at him, immediately recognizing his features despite half his face being obscured. It was a warmth that only spread as he slid over her favorite drink, even more still as her eyes caught on his smile. And that was part of the problem: the questions that warmth prompted. Would she have felt the same way prior to their last encounter, or is she only feeling this way because they had sex and some part of her is now attributing more meaning to it than the situation called for? Did the situation call for meaning? People had one night stands all the time, so it doesn’t have to mean anything. She should be able to let this go. But then again, Jenny wasn’t people. She didn’t do that with just anyone, but she did with Theo, her roommate, her friend. So what the hell did that mean for her? And more importantly, for him? Even more importantly — did she want it to mean something for him?

She didn’t have answers for any of it. She desperately wanted answers. She’d only get answers if she talked to him and dealt with this.

And she wasn’t ready to do that. To deal with this. Confront these feelings and what they were and weren't, what they could possibly mean and not mean. At least, not right now.

“No, this is enough.” Her eyes dropped to the drink in her hand, mind racing. “I’m, uh, supposed to meet someone in a few. Sav, my roommate — my new roommate, you don’t know her I don’t think, we live together now, after I moved out from our old place, obviously — she’s waiting for me to do a TikTok together outside." Lies, lies, lies. "Something about spooky vampire aesthetic thirst traps and all that. She needs a second person in it, so I told her I'd help her out, and she's waiting on me." Did her voice have a frantic edge to it, or was she just imagining that? "Just had to get a drink for the video. It's like a thirst trap and one of those like drinking games kinda videos, where the purpose is to look hot and also get drunk. So, I should go!” Such a coward.

She turned her back towards him to leave, but found herself pausing before she fully walked away. She couldn’t deal with this right now, but she also couldn’t leave things like this. Jenny missed Theo too much to let her jumbled up rollercoaster of emotions about him allow her to brush him off, especially when he was actually trying. She really, really didn’t want him to stop trying. “Do me a favor though?" The words were out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying, quieter and more hesitant than her previous frenzied ones had been, her body turned halfway to look back at him across the bar. "Recognize me again the next time you see me?”

theo could have played it off. he could've simply went with it, given her an out because he knew how keyed up she could get. but that just wasn't theo. he missed her. they were friends before they'd been anything else. sure, their recent missed connections were just as much theo's fault as they were his own, but it sort of felt like the universe was giving them an opportunity here. so, instead of moving on to the nearest partygoer, he propped his elbows on the bartop and quirked a brow at her. then he realized the expression was probably obscured by the mask he was wearing and cleared his throat instead. "i'd recognize that laugh anywhere."

he paused to snag a bottle of her preferred drink from behind the bar and poured her a glass, sliding it across to her. a peace offering. "don't act so surprised, jenny. you know i make a mean cocktail." among other things. his small but genuine smile was still visible beneath the mask as he drummed his fingers against the bar. "anything i can do for you?" that was vague on purpose. if she wanted, she could ask for an alternative drink and he could play bartender dutifully. or they could open up the floor to talk -really- for the first time since everything had gone down. maybe it was time.

[blueberri-blu]

𝙷𝚒𝚒!! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 (𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎) 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚈𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑? (𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎)

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎~ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚢𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢- 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚌 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝙶𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎- 𝚇𝙳𝙳𝙳

Ooooo, I'd never heard of this game before now! Had to watch a couple of videos and read it's instructions first, but yesssssss, it's so fun!

I don't really know if you meant separate HCs or all of them together, so here is an HC & Oneshot combo of Family game night:

Watch Ya' Mouth! •▽•

[Rise] TMNT x gn!reader - Platonic

This is utter chaos

You guys play this on family game nights, where the brothers invite you and April down to the lair, and play a series of games, taking turns choosing.

Tonight was Mikey's turn

He had asked you to get the board game for him, and honestly?

After reading the instructions, you struggled so hard to stop laughing

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So I believe everyone has seen the Lair Games episode?

Leo and Donnie are literally like that

Raph & Mikey

First Match:

You & Leo

Donnie & April

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"Come one April, speak clearly!!" "Oh goy I suer ig you don stog yelling ag ge!"

The lair was filled with yelling

"Focus ON THE CARD APRIL!!"

Donnie & April: 4 Points

"C'mon raph, my bro! You can do it!!"

"gog heergoo" "Go Hero?!"

*silently cries*

Raph & Mikey: 1 point

"Come Ooooon mi amigo! Si se puede!" "Gagunga Atata!" "Hakuna Matata!!" "Ges!!" "And this is why you're mi favorito y/n!"

Leo & Y/n: 6 points

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In the end, you and Leo win the first match <3

"Scoff! This is very unfair! Y/n is gold at this game, I demand a rematch partnered with y/n!!"

"exCUSE ME DONATELLO?"

"Nervous laughter, ahem, y/n save meee"

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Rematch:

Leo & Mikey

Raph & April

Donnie & y/n

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"Jake gor gony aker!" "Jae your money maker?" "Nooo" "SHAKE YOUR MONEY MAKER?!" "eGIL LAUGHOHOHOHO"

Donnie & y/n : 8 points

"gat jen tsay guget!" "Uhhuh batman saves Gotham?" "Gaaaaaa ñooooo" "gad nen zay juket!" "Bad men say bucket?!" "YAAAAASSS"

Leo & Mikey: 6 points

"uhhh igle ook clug?" "Uhm idle look club?" "Uh uh.. igle gook clug" "Raph, you're full of drool" "auuug"

Raph & April: 3 points

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You & Donnie win the 2nd match!

"YES said with much enthusiasm!" "Haha, try! 2 wins in a row for me :D"

"THAT IS SOOO UNFAIR! YOU STOLE MI BUEN AMIGO!! THATS SO UNFAIR DONNIE!!"

"uh... Raph, I think we need to separate them..." "*Sigh* I think you're right Mikey, also, thanks April for the paper towel" "Of course raph! Gosh, do those two always do this?" "Yea.... Don't you remember the Lair games?" "Ugghhh yes, those two are just a bunch of drama queens" *eye roll*

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Donnie & Leo proceeded to fight the whole night, ending only after Raph and Mikey separated them. It took 2 weeks of no game night for them to no longer hold a grudge.

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[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word count: 1440

Chapter 26:

Everyone started to look around, but there was no sign of Agatha anywhere, as if she had just disappeared into thin air.

Now, if Agatha had her powers; this could have been possible. You had seen it happen. However, at this moment, your lover was magicless.

Which meant that something else took place or caused it.

Immediately, you felt your stomach turn the wrong way as worse case scenarios flooded your mind; worry over Agatha and her u your heart with the intention to drain every single drop of blood left inside.

"Everyone, find light. Now, " the order was given, and the coven started to search the room, each looking for someone to use for temporary light.

You were the only one that did not, for all you had to do was turn your palm to face the ceiling and concentrate. Your magic came to life, a white ball of swirling energy and magic floating a little bit above your palm.

It's bright light offered enough illumination and you wasted no time to start looking around, trying to turn fast to any shadow caught by the edge of your eyes; only to end up being far slower and meet nothing but plain air.

Suddenly, you all caught sight of her as she took an unnatural pose. Your eyes opened wide, and you could not help but stare at the possessed face of your lover, skin a milky white and eyes holding nothing but pure insanity.

"She's faking it." Jen argued, but you disagreed strongly with her this time.

You weren't the only one, though.

"Look at her face!" Alice shouted as the possessed Agatha started to move fast, away from all of you.

The odd noises she made, the sickening look and the fact that she was no longer in control of her body; upsetted you.

For all you knew, Agatha could be in pain right now or trying to fight back against whatever had possessed her. Your worry coupled with anger at the spirit that dared to do this to her, your temper flaring rather fast; causing the bright ball of white magic to glow even stronger.

A hand was placed above your free one, fingers wrapped around your wrist in a silent way to ensure you would not lose control.

Rio, the owner of that hand, moved to stand by your side. "Sweetheart, you okay?"

You looked at Agatha. "Ags, are you with us?"

Suddenly, Agatha bent her back and started to crawl on all four in a scene that reminded you too much of the exorcist horror movies you had happened to see once merely to fulfil your curiosity.

"Oh, my gosh!" Teen exclaimed, taking a few steps back in worry.

Everyone watched, trying their best to figure out where Agatha was going, but despite the unnatural position of her body; the possessed witch was relatively fast.

Every move and flicker made you turn sharply, somehow pulling Rio along with you as she refused to let you go; a subconscious need to keep you close just in case.

It was then, you heard Teen scream and as you wiped your head towards his direction... you saw it.

Agatha had crawled towards him and fast, barking and glaring like an animal while the scared boy was trying to crawl back and away from her.

By instinct alone, you tossed the very same ball of light at Agatha before you could comprehend that you could harm her.

To your surprise and many, Agatha pulled back just as the ball of magic passed between Teen and her; causing a stack of books to explode and fly everywhere.

However, it was the bright light of your magic that made Agatha hiss and pull back; like a vampire that had been exposed to the sun.

Something clicked in your mind as you recalled that the possession happened after the lights were killed.

"The light... thats her weakness. The ghost can't take the light!" You exclaimed, feeling hope bubbling in your chest.

There was a way to stop this ghost and most likely remove it from Agatha without actually harming the witch.

Lilia heard your words and was the first to start looking for a light switch or some main power box; hoping she could turn up a few switches and bring the lights back.

At the same time, Agatha attacked Jen; aiming to chock her for good, but before anyone could try and stop her; Lilia brought back the lights.

The sudden brightness made you squint your eyes and even had to pass your hand over them to get rid of the black spots at the edge of your vision. You held back a groan, as you and everyone quickly adjusted to the now light room.

Once again, Agatha was gone, and it took a moment to find her leaning on the wooden railing of the semi floor; clearly exhausted from internally fighting the ghost that took over her body.

Relief flashed across your face seeing her back to normal and you were ready to rush towards her, when Rio pulled you back and towards the rest of the witches; who were slowly walking backwards and closer to one another.

"Rio, why don't -" Your words were cut shot when you finally noticed this ominous semi transparent mist/smoke that trailed down the stairs.

It then started to rise and take shape until the body of a woman was visible. Their body was semi transparent, and their face seemed drained, older than the person was supposed to be. The clothes bared some familiarity, but it was after hearing the ghost's voice that everything fell into place.

"Evanora Harkness of the Salemites." The ghost introduced herself, her tone alone showing how superior she felt even as a ghost.

"Hey, Mom." Agatha suddenly said, trying to keep her cool and also recover; without truly showing the others how she felt. "It was nice having you in my body for a second there. I've ve never felt so close to you before."

The ghost barely acknowledged her as she remained focused on the rest of the coven. "My coven risked everything to kill her. And you fools have willingly joined her."

You wished to argue, to step forward, but Rio kept you back; fully aware how volatile your powers were but also suspecting how Evanora would react.

After all, Rio did know your story, and she also knew she would not be able to protect you from the ghost. She couldn't protect Agatha either, but, at least, for now, her lover was safe.

All they had to do was ensure to finish the trial and most likely destroy the ghost before being on your mary way to finish the rest of the trials.

"Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends, Mom." Agatha said, giving a forced fake smile and for a moment giving the feeling of a true teenager trying to act cool when their mother was scolding them.

"So what do we do? Do we banish her?" Teen asked, looking at the other witches for some guidance.

He didn't have his spellbook anymore, and, honestly, he had never dealt with ghosts or even truly met one until now.

Lilia shook her head faintly, indicating a negative answer to his question. "Emotion ties them to this plane. They have unfinished business. So let's finish her business."

Jen nodded. "Okay."

Teen focused on the ghost next. "What do you want?"

"You must finish the Witches' Road without Agatha."

"She means punish Agatha.

"Leave her with me."

Rio put her foot down. "No. No way." She argued, glaring daggers at the ghost.

It was in those cases she truly wished she could harm those pestering souls, but she had no jurisdiction and no power over them; much to her dismay.

Jen looked at Rio as if she had grown a second head. "A minute ago, you were ready to slit her throat."

"Yeah, well, her mother can't have her." She explained vaguely, trying to justify her reaction.

You could not help but smile faintly. You were you were not the only one wishing to protect Agatha.

"Mom?" Agatha's voice reached you, and as you looked at her again, you swore you saw her eyes becoming misty. "Why do you hate me still?"

Evanora looked at her daughter with nothing but spite and hatred, no remorse or love or any motherly feeling in her cold eyes. "You were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body."

Something snapped within you, and the very next second, the windows of the cabinet cracked loudly.

Chapter 27

[cowboyjen68]

Hello Jen, wishing you a happy year ahead thank you for still being around. Its been a rather tough time so i wanted to ask how do you deal with heartbreak? recently my long distance partner broke up with me, I'm trying to come to terms with everything that happened and now I'm devastated *besides missing them of course* that I'll never a partner again, being a lesbian in my country is already a taboo and i dont know when/if ill be able to leave so those feelings of loneliness and hurt are even stronger. It was thanks to this partner as well I managed to stand up for myself and accept I'm a lesbian, I think thats what I'm mourning the most now

Thank you and sorry for the bother, stay safe and healthy I wish you well and all the best in life

The good news is you will become proud and content as a lesbian with or without any partner. It can take time and work but you can get there. Your sexuality is not contingent on the affirmation of anyone else. Only yourself.

I can't imagine what it is like to be in a country where your sexuality endangers you both socially and due to the laws or traditions. I mean, i came out to a USA that was pretty hostile but I had the support of friends and family to some extent. I was free to protest and have conversations with the opposing side which is more that many countries allow lesbians to do.

The ending of a long distance relationship has its unique challenges, especially if you never met in person. The time that was filled with texts or video chat seems very odd and quiet leaving you checking your phone or computer out of shear habit. You were available to each other 24/7 as opposed to relationships in the same physical area where you met up and had mostly set times to date or spend time. Texting was a side bar to set up dates and only one mode of communication and not the sole contact. It will feel strange as you reset your schedule to be all yours with no need to look for and respond the a partner. It some ways lonely and in some ways freeing.

Getting over any relationship that was meaningful just takes time and work. My advice is to be sad and let yourself feel all the emotions from anger to angst but don't let it go on and on just because you are not sure what is next. Start to list things you don't miss about her. Make notes as you move through your day about things you are now free to think about and change in your life, in the direction of your life.

Don't date right away. Don't even try. Use your time and energy to pursue existing friendships or relationships with relatives or people you have not spoken to in a while. Write letters.

Rest assured that feeling that overwhelming sensation that your relationship was your one and only shot at love a shared Lesbian experience. Lesbian isolation and loneliness is a very real feeling but the reality is it is not true. You have a while life and and whole world of women to meet WHEN you are ready. You will be okay but in the meantime it is nature to hurt and second guess and worry.

As an older lesbian with break up experience in my life I can tell you it gets easier, you heal and love will come again.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Okay so. Jennifer Check x Male! reader. She asks them out so she can eat him, tries to seduce them on the date. But. Starts to fall for him/catch feelings. She's never felt this way before, especially with a guy who's supposed to be her prey. Angst upon angst, miscommunications. Ends with fluff. Thank you 😌

honestly I feel as though thats pretty much the only way a real relationship between her and a guy who she has feelings for would actually end up working out after the demon possession-

hope you like what I came up with! ✨

Not Like the Others (Jennifer Check x reader)

Warnings: mentions of murder/cannibalism, swearing/vulgar language, angst, Jen's kind of a bitch (but what else is new), Jen purposely hurts reader's feelings but she ends up apologizing, brief bullying, fluffy ending

Jennifer hated you. You were absolutely infuriating to her in so many different ways, but the biggest one was the fact that you made it damn near impossible not to love.

It started when she asked you out as a means to get a quick fuck with an even quicker meal afterwards. Of course you agreed, just like she knew you would. After all, who could say no to her?

She invited you to the park at night, which should've been a major red flag right from the start- except you were much too caught up in trying to not make yourself look stupid and hopefully impress her to worry about it too much.

Wow, cute and stupid, is what she thought when you actually showed up, fifteen minutes before you were supposed to at that. Too bad she planned on eating you, otherwise you might've been nice to keep around, like a pet of sorts.

Before she could tempt you into having sex with her by using one of her vulgar openings, you presented her with a bouquet of black roses. "I would've gotten you red, but this seemed to be more your style," you explained shyly, a nervous look on your face.

That stopped her short, and even made her rethink what she was doing. None of her past dates had ever brought anything to the table other than cheap smelling cologne and even cheaper condoms. And yet here you were, going out of your way to make her feel important. To make her feel appreciated. To make her feel wanted.

Jennifer eyed you suspiciously as she took the bouquet, seeing if she could figure out what kind of angle you were trying to work here. You simply smiled in turn, your eyes holding nothing but generosity and care. It almost made her feel bad for having to rip your throat out later. Almost.

"Oh, um... thanks. No one's ever gotten me flowers before." She flashed you an over the top smile as a form of flattery, but you were much too focused on her words to notice.

"What? Never?" Once again, she was taken back by just how concerned you seemed to be. "A pretty girl like you, I would've thought you must get things like this all the time."

"Um, yeah, no. But thanks." At this point she was starting to get a bit irritated. The more you spoke, the more she was starting to feel a bit guilty for luring you here to eat you.

"Oh. Well, I was a bit surprised when you asked me out, to be quite honest," you said with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think you'd ever notice a guy like me, y'know? I mean, it's not like I stand out or anything." If you kept talking, she was just going to have to kill you right then and there, sexual gratification be damned.

"I thought you were cute, from what I'd seen of you," Jennifer seductively purred, dropping the bouquet on the ground so she could use both of her hands to feel up your chest in an attempt to turn the conversation over to something less PG.

You frowned slightly, leaning down to pick up the flowers for her. "You dropped these," you said in a somewhat shy tone, holding them out to her again.

It took everything in her to suppress an eye roll. "I know I dropped them. I did it on purpose." She spoke through gritted teeth, trying to ignore just how much you were starting to get on her nerves.

The frown on your face deepened. "But... why? Don't you like them?" The expression on your face mirrored the confusion and hurt in your voice. You looked like a kicked puppy who didn't understand what just happened.

She let out a loud sigh of exasperation, now visibly annoyed. "Yes, obviously I like them, but I didn't ask you out just to stand around and talk all night. I asked you out because of how... tasty you look." Technically it wasn't a lie, although you didn't have to know she meant it in both a figurative and literal way.

"So you don't actually like me?" You asked in a pitiful manner, and if Jennifer's heart still worked properly there was a good chance it would've broken from that alone. Why couldn't you have just been another misogynistic asshole? It would've made it so much easier for her to kill you.

"Look-" she began, trying to think of the best way to get this night back on track. Dealing with a guy's fear was one thing, but it was entirely different having to deal with their heartache.

"I really only asked you out because I thought you'd only be interested in sex and nothing more, okay? If I'd have known you were going to get all emotional on me, I wouldn't have even bothered wasting my time on you in the first place."

Perhaps her words were a bit harsh, but she was hoping she'd said something along the way that would make you pissed off at her. At least then she could finally kill you without feeling guilty about it. Imagine her surprise when the next thing she heard coming from you was the sound of quiet sobs.

"I- I thought you liked me-" You choked out through your tears as you went to cover your face with your hands. The bouquet fell back on the ground, but this time you didn't even bother to pick it up again. "All my- my friends told me that you didn't really care, but I didn't want to believe them-"

This was her chance. It would be so easy just to kill and eat you right then and there, when you were distracted with your pathetic human emotions. No one would ever know she was involved. The police would probably chalk it up to another random bear attack. So why couldn't she do it?

The still human part of her almost wanted to comfort you, but even before the possession, fragility and sympathizing with others wasn't exactly her strong suit. Torn between eating you to get you to shut up and reassuring you that you'd done nothing wrong, she chose the secret third option: she left.

Despite everything that she'd been through regarding men screwing her over, and as much as she wished she could just kill you and be done with it, she couldn't. Something about you was different from all the other guys she'd encountered before.

You weren't like the others, and that both delighted and frustrated her to no end. Especially when it meant she wouldn't be getting any sort of meal for the night.

When Jennifer saw you at school the next day, your eyes were just as red and puffy as they'd been on the so called date, almost as if you'd spent the whole night crying. Figures.

Obviously you'd finally realized what a little cunt you were being and the once in a lifetime opportunity you'd missed to screw her. Those were the thoughts going through her mind as she passed by you in the hallway.

She fully expected you to chase after her, begging and pleading on your hands and knees for her to take you back. But you didn't. In fact, the moment you saw her your bottom lip began to tremble and you turned away, presumably to hide a fresh onslaught of tears.

Now that really started to tug at her heartstrings. Here was this cute guy who genuinely liked her and was actually really excited to spend some time getting to know her rather than just use her for sex, and she'd fucked up her chance with you by being her usual bitchy self.

She kept making her way down the hall until she heard the loud taunts of a group of jocks just within earshot. Her blood began to boil as she turned around and saw you backed up against a set of lockers, surrounded by overgrown douchebags on all sides. If you hadn't been crying before, you certainly were now.

Growling, she threw down her books and stormed over, getting in between you and them. You were so overwhelmed by the situation you couldn't remember all that was said, but there were certainly a large slew of profanities thrown their way from her end.

Once they were gone, she turned to face you, trying to ignore the guilt she felt at the way you flinched. "Just leave me alone. I know you don't really care," you mumbled sadly, looking down.

Jennifer sighed, knowing it was her fault for the way you were acting. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I treated you last night, okay? I'm not used to people actually caring about getting to know me, for something other than just my body." She sounded a bit stiff when apologizing, but this wasn't something she did, ever, so it was no wonder it sounded so rehearsed.

"You are?" You asked quietly in disbelief, sniffling some. "I- I had hoped you would know that I actually liked you. I would never want you to think I only care about your- your physical attributes."

She rolled her eyes playfully at the way you referred to her body and good looks. "Well, now I know." She hesitantly reached out and took your hand before speaking again. "I'd love to go on another date with you. A real one this time, as a take two of sorts. I promise not to pressure you into anything."

Her cold heart warmed at the sight of a smile on your face. "R- Really? I- I'd love that," you happily agreed as you gripped tightly onto her hand with your own.

"I'm glad to hear it," she purred in a low voice, smirking at the visible shiver it caused in you. "Come on, I'll walk you to class." She laced her fingers through yours and started with you back down the hall.

Maybe she didn't hate you as much as she tried to make it out to be. After all, you were both sensitive and sweet, nothing like what she'd initially thought. You really weren't all that bad. For a guy, anyway.

She fully planned on upholding her end of the bargain; she wouldn't try to have sex with you until you were ready. But once you were? Oh, she was going to have the time of her life absolutely wrecking you.

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[taliaalghulsn1defender]

episode five has me reeling.

AGATHA ALL ALONG SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5. READ WITH CAUTION.

okay, so Agatha has mommy issues (we already knew that) Teen is Wiccan (also already knew that) and Alice is dead, honestly she didn’t deserve that at all. But now Lilia’s visions make sense, ep3 “Try to save Agatha” and ep4 “Alice don’t!” Put together thats “Alice don’t try to save Agatha!” Now in episode 5 we see Alice try to save Agatha and ends up dying because of it. Also can we talk about Rio in this episode??? She went for willing to slit Agatha’s throat to protecting her from her mother,

some instances of Rio being protective of Agatha:

*The rest of the coven talking abt how Agatha killed her old coven*

Rio: That’s only because her mom wanted her to be executed!

(Yes! Defend your girlfriend from all these rumors!!)

and then when Agatha’s mom appeared and told them to keep Agatha with her Rio was NOT having it.

Rio: “No! No way!” Jen: You were willing to split her throat a minute ago”. Rio: “Yeah but her mother is not having her!”

ugh my absolute queen!!! Sadly we didn’t get mnay PurpleDeath moments but we still have 4 episodes so…

oh yeah and on the topic of Rio, she’s a 100% Lady Death and not only that but now that Teen threw everyone down that…mud? Sludge? Whatever it was, I feel like her trial will be next bc she’ll like…get them out of there.

and Agatha telling Teen “You’re just like your mother” WAS PURE GOLD. Ugh the show-writers are cooking and HARD. Cannot wait for ep6

EDIT: yes I call Agatha and Rio PurpleDeath because you will NOT catch me calling them “Agathario”

[tv-tlks]

okay yeah, this might be wildly wrong (and thats okay) but I don't think the trial is over. Jen was acting so weird, Rio never came through the door, Agatha was being weird to Teen, etc etc.

I think that this is still part of the trial, 9 episodes doesn't account for the number of witches and yeah of course it doesn't there needs to be an ending but still. Was that all of Agatha's trial? It seems so short/too easy. I think that Agatha's biggest fears are abandonment and betrayal (or some flavor of that) and this would really be the ultimate betrayal, the boy she thought was her son -for a minute- kills her. I still think Teen is Wanda's kid, but oh my god.

I simply refuse to believe this is what's happening. Also I am ready to be wrong and that's okay, leave me be