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The Conversation

Kinda drabble but its long so idk

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Fluff and angst

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It was after 5 weeks of dating you that Tara started getting scared.

Not by you, never by you, but she was scared that if she told you what happened, that you would leave her, just like everyone else had, like her mom, and her father, like Sam did.

She was scared you'd call her a monster and leave her.

But she figured you already knew, of course you knew, she knew the killings were famous, that everyone knew who she was.

What she did.

What amber did.

But you weren't like amber, no, you were so sweet, and kind, you always made sure she felt safe, never pushed her to do anything, but you kept her grounded, kept her responsible.

5 weeks of utter bliss, 5 weeks of being the happiest she'd ever been.

And she was scared to ruin it.

She dreaded ever telling you.

And you never brought it up, until now.

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She was sitting on your bed, she had told Sam that Mindy wanted to watch the latest horror movie with her, so she agreed to let her go.

She was scrolling through movies to watch while you were in the shower.

She settled on a movie when you walked out, hair still wet, wearing an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants and a towel over your shoulders.

You sat down on the bed, back resting on the headboard next to Tara.

"So what'd you pick?" You asked as she put her legs over yours and put her head on your shoulder cuddling up to you.

"Knives out" you quirked your head at her. "But I thought you wanted to watch the new insidious?" She nodded. "I know, but I've been picking movies and I wanted to put on something for you" your heart fluttered, even with something as small as putting on your favorite movie, it made you fall even harder for her.

"Thanks Tar" you kissed her forehead and she blushed. "Its nothing," you shuffled closer, if even possible. "Let's watch the movie now" you turned to the screen, still smiling.

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It was halfway through when she noticed you hadn't talked for over 20 minutes, normally while watching a movie you loved to talk, not that she hated it, quite the opposite, she liked the way you were so engrossed by the story, or sometimes not, when you pointed out how ridiculous it was or how no one would ever do that.

But you were completely silent, Tara knew that was bad, silence never meant anything good, she learned that long ago.

And when she glanced at you it looked like you were staring right past the TV and through the wall, lost in thought.

"Hey y/n, you okay? Is something on your mind?" You shook your head to get out of your trance. "Yeah I was just thinking" you gave her a comforting smile, but she didn't believe it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, you know you can tell me" she placed her hand on yours that rested on your thigh. "I-..." you cut off, unsure if you should ask her, she nodded her head, encouraging you to continue. you inhaled deeply through your nose and turned to look at her with serious eyes.

"I want to know why you avoid talking about.." you hesitated. "Amber.." She froze, she avoided your eyes and took her hand away to rub the scar on her palm, one she created.

Her ears ringed, she felt nauseous, tears were pricking at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

She hated that name, she hated her.

But she had loved her, oh how she loved her, and she thought amber loved her too, even though she broke her over and over again, she loved her, she dealt with it because she thought it was what she deserved.

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When she was first attacked, she went to amber, she had come to her hospital bed and faked concern, she remembered her saying; "I was so worried, I came as soon as I could" she had kissed her head and told her she loved her, and Tara believed it, but she learned later that she lied.

She lied, she lied to her, she's the one who gave her that scar, she's the reason she has a slight limp, why she has seven stab wounds littered across her body, from her stomach to her back, why she cried at night.

It hurt so much when she shot Liv, she was horrified, she tried to take the gun from her, but amber was stronger, she tied her up in a closet and taped her mouth shut while she cried and begged her to stop.

She had cried when she beat her with her crutches, and tears were still streaming when she shot her, and her voice trembled when she said; "you were a shitty girlfriend" and she fell into Sam's arms when she hugged her, she had seen ambers lifeless body fall on the floor.

She was a killer.

Just like her.

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You immediately regretted what you said when she pulled away. "I'm sorry Tara, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you don't have to answer" she didn't look at you, you took her hand in yours, she tried to blink away the tears but she couldn't stop herself from crying, tears felt like lava in her eyes, it hurt to cry, you pulled her into your chest as she did.

"I-... I loved her y/n.." She sobbed "shh.. Its okay I'm here" you whispered into her ear while she cried. "I killed her-" she broke off with another sob, and you whispered reassuring words in her ear, trying to soothe her. "I'm a killer.. just like her" you stroked her back and held her tightly as she broke down.

After she finally stopped crying and laid with you did she tell you everything, how she treated her, how she sometimes cries at night, how she haunts her in her sleep when she's alone in the dark.

Your heart broke and ached for her, your own tears were starting to appear when she told you how it hurt, you wondered why anyone, how, anyone could ever so much as think of hurting her, you would drive a knife through your own beating heart before you even lay a finger on her, so why would anyone especially her own girlfriend, try to kill her, her sister, and all her friends, for what? Fame? To make a new movie? It made you sick, your blood boiled when she told you, but you hurt for Tara more.

If you could heal her, take her place and take all that pain away, you would.

When she finished you held her tight, promising to never hurt or leave her.

And Tara believed it, and she knew you were telling the truth this time.

She would have you to help her heal.

Though she knew she could never forget, she knew you would be there to help her through it.

And she knew amber would still haunt her, and she'd still wake up at night because of it, but she knew you would be there to hold her and comfort her, you promised it.

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Sorry not sorry :)

Go to @dreamersbcll they talk about her trauma better then I can

After looking at my page again I've decided to change my name and move planets

It was nice knowing you all 🖐

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐡𝐜𝐬

pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

wc: 2,2k

warnings: long, rambly, and self-indulgent 🫶 no actual ending to wrap this up, will just come back to this when I get new ideas to add.

Jenna is spoiled rotten, and it is no one else's fault than yours. She wants your touch, warmth, kisses, and attention—and she knows she will always get them.

Jenna tries not to be so needy (not really), but now that you’re hers to claim, she can’t help but want to be in your bubble constantly. That girl would live in your skin if she could.

Jenna is highly affectionate. Not only is she hungry for your affection, but she also freely gives you hers. You name it: hugs, kisses, cuddles, bites, licks (she is particularly fond of licking your face and biting you wherever she can reach, for some reason). If it means she will touch you somehow, she will do it.

Velcro girlfriend, in other words.

If Jenna lies somewhere, she calls you over to lie on her. Your weight is like a heated blanket; she loves playing with your hair and caressing your face as you drift to sleep on her chest or soft tummy. It’s a good way to bond when she's reviewing a script or reading a book.

She has a habit of coming up behind you and nuzzling into your back, prompting you to turn and scoop her into your arms. 

Height difference is a huge plus! Jenna loves to be smothered by you when you hold her, to drown in your fragrance and melt into the safety of your embrace.

She is very touchy. Not only affectionate-touchy but “will grope you as she passes by you with no particular purpose than to make you squirm” touchy.

She loves to play with your hands. No reason; she loves how your hand envelopes hers and your fingers fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Not a napper, or rather, was not a napper until she discovered paradise in your arms. Now, being held by you triggers an instant rush of oxytocin and melatonin that, coupled with the thump of your heartbeat and your warmth, knocks her out within minutes.

Jenna is kind of a baby when sick, but it's your fault. She wasn't like that until you came in and started babying her. She used to be independent and treat her illnesses in a very mechanical and detached way because it was nothing more than a setback from work. Now, she can't imagine having a cold and spending her quarantine without your tender touches. 

Same thing when she’s PMSing. The more time you spend caring for her, the better quicker she feels.

Jenna has an insane staring problem—always has and always will. She can’t help but stare at you like you hung up all the stars in the sky; she’s so lucky she has you. Her adoration is ever present in her eyes. It’s one of the reasons it’s so tricky for her to have you around when she’s supposed to be focused. She looks too giddy and happy to hide. 

Don’t get her started on your smell—she’s one of those freaky women who inhales you any chance she gets. She loves the way you smell so much. It’s like her entire nervous system instantly relaxes whenever she catches a whiff of you.

Jenna is not huge on stereotypical nicknames. She prefers to have a few significant ones for each other that you probably come up with after an important experience or memory. Hell, she even takes inspiration from her favourite songs. However, she is partial to how “Angel” rolls off your tongue, and she will occasionally slip up with a “Babe” now and again.

Jenna lives in your clothes. The majority of your wardrobe is with her at all times. You might wonder where your favourite hoodie is just to get a photo of her lounging in it five minutes later.

Jenna is a certified yapper with you. She naturally is, but most people don’t get this version of her because she doesn’t feel uncomfortable being herself around them. You are more than happy to hear her speak her mind about any topic she can think of, finding peace in how her eyes light up and excitement laces her voice when she realises she has your undivided attention. 

This woman will babble about the randomest topics, even as she drifts to sleep. It’s incredibly endearing, and she never fails to make you laugh with the strange things that endlessly pop into her pretty little head. She doesn’t even need to try to be funny most of the time; she just is.

Jenna is very supportive of you and your goals. Ideally, she wants you to travel the world with her, which is doable if you study through an online program or work a remote job.

If, due to your goals, you don’t have the availability to go with Jenna for long periods and you’re mainly doing long-distance, things get a bit more complicated. Still, Jenna is 100% invested as long as you are. 

She is a terrible texter, BUT she does try for you! You can't say she doesn't. The problem is that she doesn’t typically send text messages. Instead, you receive a constant stream of photos updating you on what she’s doing, where she is, who she’s with, what she’s eating, what she’s wearing, what she’s not wearing, etc, with no follow-up. Most of the time, she sends them in faster succession than you can keep up with.

The second common way of communication between you is FaceTime. It’s simply more convenient than texting, given her lifestyle. AND she needs to see you constantly for mental health reasons. 

When she does text, Jenna makes your heart swoon. She might not be the best at sending you a “Good Morning” text every day at the crack of dawn (those timezone differences have her fucked up). Still, she never misses an opportunity to show you how much she loves and thinks of you. Sometimes, her messages are a little poem she came up with while thinking of you or a song and some lyrics she heard that remind her of you with no explanation other than “this is you <3”.

She often sends you voice notes and videos to make you smile. Hearing her lovely voice and seeing her angelic face is always a delightful surprise.

This woman is incredibly cheeky. She loves to flirt with and tease you. Sometimes, she does it to get a laugh out of you, and other times, she does it to get a rise out of you. (She gets a big head about eliciting your reaction every single time without fail.)

Jenna is not a great cook, although she grew up with delicious homemade meals. The main reason is that she simply doesn't have the time to hone her skills in the kitchen. Lord knows she tries, though! She expectantly stares at you with those sweet doe eyes and hesitant smile, and you never have the heart to shoot down her efforts. 

Despite Jenna’s chatty nature, one of the things she deeply appreciates about you and your relationship is that she takes repose in your silence. She can talk until she tires but knows that she can also exist near you quietly when she needs to without you expecting her to fill in the silence out of discomfort. Her tranquillity with you is unlike anything she’s ever felt. She cherishes those moments as much as any other because your silence is just as precious.

You are the subject of lots of photos! Jenna photographs what she loves, so roughly 30% of her storage is photos of you, while another 30% accounts for photos you’re in, like couple selfies and other lovey-dovey stuff. (The rest has been quickly overtaken by Fig.)

Jenna loves driving, but she also loves being your passenger princess because it’s peaceful sitting beside you, your thumb rubbing small circles over her thigh or her hand clasped in yours with the hum of the car lulling her into a nap. 

She loves taking baths together. To melt into your body and forget the pressures of the day. 

Date nights are random and spontaneous. Jenna’s schedule is too erratic most of the time for you to nail something down permanently. Regardless, they are enjoyable, a great time to bond and let the world disappear. You both love to explore new cities and get lost together. It’s an excellent way to discover new hang-out spots and restaurants, but you also have homebody moments. Sometimes, all you really need is to be in your bubble, sharing a warm meal, wine, and ice cream. Either way, you always laugh and make out wherever you are. 

Movie nights CONSTANTLY. If they’re not your thing, then they’re simply something you do to indulge Jenna, which becomes a bonding ritual you relish.

Jenna worries about you when you’re apart from each other. She likes to be updated when you have important things going on to avoid overthinking and getting anxious for you.

You’re her madness and peace all wrapped into one, and Jenna is not shy about showing you her true colours; you get all of her, and she expects to get all of you. 

Jenna is not a morning person. If she has a day free, she expects to enjoy being able to sleep in; otherwise, she wakes up cranky and glaring at everything and everyone. Nothing a long cuddle and some well-placed kisses can’t fix. Even when she wakes up for work, she stays quiet. It takes her a while to fully wake up, but by the time she gets to work, she’s usually her bubbly self again. 

She’s not a big spender on herself. She is not interested in things but loves spending money on you. 

Jenna low-key tries to impress you, not with her acting, because she dislikes you seeing her act, but with her outfits. You’ve never gone to her fittings because she loves to get your first reaction the day of.

She loves to make you laugh, and it's very easy for her because she's odd. She is absolutely delightful, though, and her unique sense of humour has always been one of the things you most adore about her. 

She loves celebrating you in any way she can, but she prefers to do it privately and intimately. Birthdays, holidays, Valentine’s Day, National Girlfriend Day, she never forgets those dates, and she takes pride in showing you her appreciation for you. She also loves to be on the receiving end of your celebratory plans for her. You go all out and have never let her down. (Things might be becoming a bit competitive, though.)

Jenna makes you endless playlists for all sorts of events and moods, but she gets emotional when you do the same for her. It makes her feel vulnerable in the best way that you know her as well as you do.

When she’s upset, she’s not a huge talker. The main thing she needs is your physical comfort, to know that you’ll hold her and let her soften into you, and she can lose herself in your embrace because you’ll shield her from the world. She does open up eventually when she feels more regulated, but normally, she stays in your lap while you discuss her issues. 

People know you’re dating. It’s easy to hide if you’re doing the long-distance thing because no one but her sees you, but when you start travelling with her, Jenna can’t hide how happy it makes her to have you around. You blend in easily with her crew, but a few detectives start putting 2+2 together and scrutinize you until she slips up. Which she does. It might be much later than expected, but it still surprises people. 

Jenna is not huge on PDA because she doesn’t like sharing your thing with everyone, but that doesn’t mean that she’s good at avoiding it. She prefers to keep you and your relationship out of the spotlight because you’re precious to her, and she values your wish to keep your relationship private, but sometimes, she can’t help herself. The few photos circulating the internet where you’re holding hands or kissing are all due to the fact that she couldn’t keep her hands to herself for long enough to avoid it. 

When Jenna gets anxious, she needs you. It doesn't happen often, but it does. A hug, a handhold, just you. It’s not that she expects you to automatically “fix” her; she would never burden you with that responsibility. It’s just that your presence truly is that comforting. Being around you gives her the strength to regulate herself, especially when you’re being closed in by paps or invasive fans. That foreboding feeling that triggers her to be in survival mode feels less menacing and overwhelming when you squeeze her hand or shield her from prying eyes. 

Jenna is not a jealous person, but she does get jealous. She trusts you wholly and knows you would never intentionally make her jealous or disrespect her. Still, other people don’t value your relationship the same way. More often than she’d like, Jenna has had to deal with people who are so drawn to you that they’ll openly flirt with you in front of her. She begrudgingly has to admit to herself that she can’t blame people too much, though—you are remarkable and magnetic and so breathtakingly gorgeous. She understands why people want your attention so much, but damn if it doesn’t make her blood boil.

She is very playful and such a tease, but she cannot take what she dishes out for the life of her. As soon as you give her a taste of her medicine, she simply... shuts down and stares.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @freakshow2501

Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

I haven’t posted these in a while so here is some wenclair incorrect randomly generated quotes to feed your wenclair addiction

i feel so called out rn

ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.

ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week

Sister Michael could have handled the yellowjackets but coach Ben could not handle the Derry Girls

Imagine jinx as a streamer and a female reader BUT jinx's fans don't know that jinx has a gf and when reader walks into the live the chat goes wild😱😱

𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 ! 𝐉 𝐈 𝐍 𝐗

you’re woken up to the distant shouts of your girlfriend, jinx. you know she’s a streamer, it’s something she kind of flaunts — it’s one of the first things you knew about her. while her content isn’t necessarily the type you’d like, you welcome it nonetheless.

you welcome it until it wakes you up in the middle of the night.

scratchy, high pitched shrieks rattle through your thin walls, and you just know what she’s doing.

you’d both come to the mutual agreement that she has to keep quiet when it comes down to streaming, especially at night.

you roll over, searching for the clock with your fluttering eyes.

2:31AM.

aka far too early to be yelling like this.

groaning, you roll over, grasping at the twisted duvet to unravel it from your legs. the cold floor meets your feet, and you cringe at the sudden shiver shooting up your legs.

using your phones flashlight, you navigate the halls, listening as her voice grows louder and louder.

you swing open the door, not even realising you’d be caught on camera — and there you are, in the distant corner.

“jinx.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest bitterly. she whips her head around, braids smacking the side of her face with the force.

“sweets!”

“don’t you sweets me, jinx,” you sigh, leaning your weight on the shared doorframe. “you’ve woken me up. again. it’s 2 in the morning!”

you throw your arms up for emphasis, and it’s only then you hear the distant ping, the sound custom to one of jinx’s favourite songs.

‘u never said u had a girlfriend lol’ a $5 donation. your face flushes, and they continue coming in.

‘SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND????’ $15.

‘lmaoo jinx got the thousand yard stare’ $50.

the live chat is going far too quick for you to read all the comments, but the donation comments are enough to tell you what everyone else has to say.

with a flick of jinx's wrist, she’s gesturing you over. when you hesitate she continues, nodding her head to guide you over. dejected, you saunter over, taking her hand in your own.

“my girlfriend guys!” she beams, taking her hand from your own to squish your cheeks, framing your face to the camera. “aren’t ya jelly? i’m too lucky.”

you swat her away, giggling when she doesn’t let up, pinching your cheeks between her fingers.

“gross.” you scrunch your nose playfully at her.

‘blink twice if ur being held hostage LMAOO’ $1.

of course you blink twice, and that’s enough to convince jinx to balk and shove you away.

“dude, you’re gonna get me demonetized!”

“if that means you’ll come to bed, i’ll take it.” you quip, pinching her cheek back.

zib zib to be cringe is to be free jinx says whilst tucking her hair behind her ear this wasnt proofread btw