#jennaortega

[weligtonplay]

Jenna Ortega ❤️

[eazypunk]

distraction - j.o

jenna ortega x g!p reader

warnings: smut again, you’re welcome

Reader’s POV:

I’m a gamer. I love all types of games really, not a specific genre of one. I’ll try any game that sparks my interest.

Battlefield 6 was the new game that sparked my interest after seeing the trailer and whatnot for it. I was going to buy it for myself but Jenna beat me to it, preordering it for me awhile back and it finally got released not too long ago.

Jenna didn’t mind that I played games, she loved it actually. She would either watch me play, finding in endearing how into it I got or would have her time to do some of her hobbies if she wasn’t busy with her demanding acting career.

We look at it as a way we do the things we love but in the same room, a quality time we count as such, especially to wind down.

Today, Jenna had an interview and a photoshoot to do so I’ve been playing Battlefield to pass the time of course. She came home earlier than she expected so by the time she entered our apartment, I was still in my game room, glued to my monitor as I play. I heard her enter but I was right in the middle of heavy action with my teammates so I didn’t dare move.

“Hey, baby.” Jenna says when entering the room and looking at me as my back faces her, the buttons on my controller being the only thing heard besides the sounds of the game. Jenna chuckles softly and walks over, throwing her arms around my neck from behind. “I said hey, goofball. Is that how we treat ladies now?”

I grinned at her touch, but my eyes still searching the screen as the chaos on the game continues to unfold, my fingers moving on my controller.

“Sorry, mi amor. I’m at war.” I tease and she giggles, squeezing her arms around my shoulders before resting her chin on my head.

“At war, huh? Hope you have a picture of me tucked away in your uniform there, soldier.”

“Oh, absolutely.” I say quickly with my grin still there on my lips, playing away on the game but enjoying her close proximity and touch. “I show it to my teammates too.”

“You’re goofy.” Jenna says with a soft laugh before placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “Come onnn, I want you to hold me. Hurry up with the game.”

“Give me about..ten minutes.” I say, leaning closer to the screen some as I continue playing and the sounds of the game fill up the room.

Jenna pouts and slides her hands down my chest, her thumbs rubbing in small circles.

“Ten minutes seems awfully long for your girlfriend that’s been out most of the morning.” Jenna says teasingly and enticingly. She smirks, admiring how I’m so into this game as she slowly slides her right hand down more.

My breath hitches some when her hand goes over my stomach, causing my muscles to contract under her touch. My eyes still on the game, they were until I felt her hand squeezing me through my sweatpants and they immediately shoot down towards my lap.

I swallow quietly and try to focus on finishing the game but I can tell she’s not letting that happen.

“Babe..” I say quietly now, feeling her palming me through my sweatpants in a slow manner. The type of touch that already makes my cock stir in my boxers.

Jenna just smirks triumphantly at the reaction she wanted. Her hand palming slowly but applying just slightly more pressure as I clench my jaw tightly and she watches my monitor screen, the way my operator stands there as my fingers stopped moving on my controller.

“I thought you said ten more minutes?” Jenna teases as her eyes slowly look to my side profile and I side eye her some.

“That was until you started touching my dick like that.” I say softly and she giggles before slowly standing up fully and turning my gaming chair around to face her.

Jenna places her right index finger under my chin, making me look up at her as I swallow quietly.

“Why play the game when you can play with me instead?” Jenna’s voice dropping to a sinful whisper and her smirk makes it ten times harder as her eyes look right into my soul.

Goddamn it.

I keep my eyes on hers as I lay my controller down, standing up slowly and towering over her, which makes her excited, it always has. She liked not being in power when it came to me.

My hands grab onto her ass, picking her up with ease making her gasp out. Her hands go to my face, cupping it and leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss. Her legs around my waist as I walk us over to the small couch, the kissing now a makeout of our tongues fighting for dominance.

We both moan into each other’s mouths as I slowly lay her down, not daring to pull away from the kiss just yet until I get situated on my knees between her legs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you doing this all day.” Jenna pants out once the kiss breaks and I begin sliding her shirt up while her hands go to the waistband of my sweatpants.

“I know you have cause you’re such a slut when it comes to me.” my voice raspy from arousal, Jenna smirks as her hands slide my sweats and boxers down in one go, just enough to get what she wants as my hardened cock springs free and she moans deliciously at the sight. Her shirt now tossed away somewhere, my hands moved down to unbutton and unzip her nice fancy pants from her interview.

“Can you blame me? Your fingers aren’t the only talented thing, you know.” Jenna grins, reaching up and cupping my face once more, pulling me down for a messy, faster than before kiss as I moan lowly.

Once I slide her pants and underwear down, she kicks them off not caring where they get discarded to at the moment, her hips arch up as a silent plead to be touched and to feel all of me.

But, of course I had to tease her first.

My right hand goes down between us, my index and middle finger sliding up slowly between her already soaked folds and she gasps out with a soft moan that follows right after. The kiss broken again and we look into each other’s eyes.

“You’re already so wet, baby. How dirty did your thoughts get when you were supposed to be focusing on your work?”

“S-shut u-p-“ her words coming out as soft moans and gasps as I smirk, my middle and ring finger slowly sliding inside of her wet heat and she cries out softly. “Oh my god, baby..yes..”

“You’re such a mess.” I say quietly, my two fingers gently curling up inside of her and she moans a bit louder, her eyelids fluttering as she looks down between us to watch the muscles in my forearm as I finger her in a teasing manner.

“And you’re such a..mm, fuck..a tease..” Jenna moans out with each movement of my two fingers inside of her, her hips slowly moving as if begging for more than just two fingers.

“God, I know..” I say so sweetly and her eyes, already half lidded slowly look back up to lock onto my eyes. I admire the way her face contours and twists in pleasure with each movement of my fingers before I slowly slide them out.

I grab onto my throbbing cock, spreading her wetness from my fingers onto the head and shaft before slowly sliding the tip of my cock between her folds and she whimpers, her hands quickly finding purchase on my shoulders.

“Just fuck me already.” Jenna tries to sound bratty but can’t stop moaning long enough.

“Needy, needy..” I say in a low tone, lining the tip of my cock up with her sensitive entrance and slowly pushing inside of her. As I do so, she immediately gasps and we both moan at the feel.

Moaning at me making her take inch by inch, her wet heat squeezing around me immediately. Finally after the slow teasing of inching inside of her, I bottom out and she cries out from the full feeling and pleasurable sensation of being stretched out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight..” I moan out and begin with a steady, slow pace. My hands rest beside her head, melting into the couch cushion as I slowly fuck her and she’s already a loud moaning mess, clawing at my shoulders.

“Fuuuuck, Y/N! You’re so big!” Jenna cries out, her eyes shutting tightly as I begin to thrust faster, her arms now wrap tightly around my upper back as she takes my pounding.

“Shit, baby..you’re so filfthy-“ I grunt out softly as I fuck her, deeper with my fast pace thrusts. Skin against skin filling the room mixing with her cries/high pitched moans and my moans.

Jenna felt heat pooling in her stomach, she was able to open her eyes to look up at me for a few seconds before they rolled back, her back arching up as her body moves with every thrust, her head back against the couch cushion.

“I’m gonna-“ Jenna pants heavily, unable to finish her sentence as I grab onto her face, making her look at me, her jaw dropped open in pure pleasure as she lets out a choked cry.

“Already? Seriously that horny?” but the words leaving my mouth didn’t stop her from totally losing herself onto my cock. I moan out louder feeling her walls contract around my throbbing cock, her crying out so loud it echos off the walls and that alone brings me to my high.

My cock pulsates deep inside of her when I give one last deep thrust and I cry out. “Jenna!” my hot seed spilling out deep inside of her, completely filling her up as she moans and whimpers out at the sensation.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, fill me up, fuck!” Jenna cries out, her body shaking underneath mine as I pant heavily, still buried deep inside of her.

Her weak arms unwrap from my back and she runs her hands up through my hair, staring at me in pure bliss and adoration, a hazy smile on her lips.

“Was that worth getting off the game for, darling?” Jenna finally was able to get words out through her softer breathing.

I still pant, a bit softer now as I’m looking into her eyes. I laugh softly and nod, smiling as I let my eyes trace along her facial features before giving her a sweet, soft kiss.

“So worth it. And if you’re good, I’ll give you round two.”

Jenna giggles softly but her eyes light up, her fingers caressing my face now slowly. “Don’t get me excited all over again.”

[sorrowedpickle]

Drunk in love.

g!p!Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, that’s it. Pure smut

a/n: i was eating sea food while writing this and so was @mommykye and @makncheese12 who were lovely enough to help with editing it so go follow them

Her touch was electric, a frantic exploration that sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers dug into your sides, pulling you closer as her lips remained glued to the sensitive curve of your neck, her breath hot and ragged against your skin making you shiver. The frantic rhythm of your pulse thrummed in your head as you fumbled through your purse to find the key card.

The memories of the Met Gala after-party swam hazily in your mind – the clinking of champagne glasses, the sound of laughter and conversations with so many people and friends of Jenna faint in the back of your mind almost near forgotten as you rush to get inside. The drinks had loosened your will to act right, painting the air between you with desire. Every glance, every accidental brush of skin to skin, had sent sparks flying through your core and even more through Jenna’s.

And now, her pressed against your back in the dimly lit hallway, the carefully constructed facade of polite conversation had shattered as whispers in your ear were said throughout the car ride. Her after-party dress, a shedded down version of her original dress, clung to her curves like a second skin, each movement a tantalizing display. Her hands, emboldened by the unspoken tension, slipped beneath the hem of your own short dress, sending a jolt of heat through you. You gasped as her fingers, insistent and knowing, traced the lace of your panties. Her teeth grazed the shell of your ear, a delicate torment that made you shudder with anticipation.

The fear of being seen, the awareness of the public space, spurred you to action. Your fingers finally closed around the cool metal of the key card. With a surge of adrenaline, you slid it into the lock and stumbled into the darkened sanctuary of the hotel room, Jenna a very close shadow pressed against your back before you turned in her hold as she kicked the door shut, a loud bang shouting out as it clicked.

The urgency intensified. Her hands worked swiftly at the zipper of your dress, a soft growl escaping her lips as the fabric gave way. Simultaneously, your own hands reached behind her, fumbling with the delicate strings of her corset. Your lips crashed against hers, a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted of expensive champagne and her intoxicating Dior perfume, a blend underscored by her own musk that sent your senses reeling.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the small space as she impatiently pulled the expensive dress she had tailored for you down your body, the delicate material pooling at your feet, discarded without a second thought. Her hands, now with uninhibited access, roamed your skin, mapping the contours of your body with a feverish intensity. You, in turn, finally managed to untie the intricate lacework of her corset, releasing her from its structured embrace no thanks to her as she made it much harder for you, more focused on getting you naked than herself.

Before you could fully register the change in atmosphere, you were pushed forward, stumbling onto the plush surface of the bed. She followed, a lack of grace in her movements as she crawled on top of you, her gaze hot and filled with a raw desire that mirrored your own.

Her dark eyes, wide and dilated, raked over you. "You look so pretty like this," she whispered, her voice husky with longing. Your hair fanned out against the pillows, breath catching in your throat as you stared up at her, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Your own hands reached up, fumbling with the buttons of her silk button up, eager to feel her skin against yours.

Her lips left a trail of fire down your neck. "beautiful," she murmured, her breath hot against your flesh. A shaky laugh escaped your lips. "You're one to talk." The words were barely out before your hands found her waist, pulling her down between your legs, a silent plea for the friction you both craved.

A husky laugh rumbled in her chest, a sound that vibrated through your core, igniting a firestorm of sensation. You felt her hand reach behind you, fumbling and almost struggling with the straps before pulling them apart and quickly discarding the offending fabric joined your dress on the floor. In the next instant, her lips closed over your nipple in a swift motion, a sensation so intense that coherent thought dissolved into a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

you moan quietly, hand reaching to the back of her hand as you hold her there while your other hand works to find the strap of her own bra.

The tug on her bra strap was clumsy but effective. The delicate lace parted, and you finally had the skin-on-skin contact you craved. Jenna shifted above you, her weight a delicious pressure. Her mouth left your breast, trailing kisses down your sternum, each touch sending jolts of electricity through your already heightened senses.

Jenna’s breath hitched as your fingers finally released her bra. The immediate skin-on-skin contact sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over you both. She shifted, her silk shirt falling off completely, revealing the soft swell of her breasts and below the band of her boxers. Her dark eyes locked with yours, a silent, hungry conversation passing between you.

Her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your panties once more, finding the slick heat waiting there. You gasped, your hips lifting instinctively as she explored you with a practiced touch.

“God, you feel so good,” she groaned, her voice thick with lust. Your hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as she fought to rain kisses down your jawline.

Without warning, she shifted again, her weight pressing you further into the mattress. Her lips found yours once more, a deep, open-mouthed kiss that left you breathless. Her tongue tangled with yours, a frantic dance of desire. You could taste the lingering champagne and something else, something uniquely her, that drove you wild.

She broke the kiss abruptly, her gaze intense. “I want you to taste me,” she rasped, her hand still firmly between your legs, her fingers teasing and probing. Your own hands reached for the hem of her boxers, your desire a tight knot in your belly.

“Then let me,” you managed.

Jenna didn’t hesitate. With a rough tug, she pulled down her boxers, revealing the impressive length and girth of her hard dick. It pulsed visibly, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. She moved, a low growl rumbling in her chest, and lay back against the pillows, her eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath came out ragged. You moved to lay on your stomach and reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you wrapped them around the shaft. It was hot and solid, filling your hand completely. Jenna groaned, her hands moving to your head to grip your hair tightly as she watched.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against the velvety head. She inhaled sharply, her hips lifting slightly off the mattress. You took her into your mouth, the taste instantly familiar and intoxicating. You sucked deeply, your hands working up and down the length of her dick, relishing the feel of her throbbing against your tongue.

Jenna’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hands tangled in your hair, guiding your head, urging her dick deeper down your throat. Her hips bucked against your mouth, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of your own heart. You could feel the tension building in her body, the anticipation radiating off her in waves.

The taste of her was potent, arousing you further. You swirled your tongue around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. A strangled sound escaped her lips, fingers tightened in your hair, a silent plea for more.

After what felt like an eternity, she pulled you back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

“Fuck, baby,” she groaned, her voice thick and raw. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She moved again, her hands gripping your thighs, pulling your legs open. You instinctively parted them further, your own desire a burning ache between your thighs. She positioned herself between your legs, the hard head of her thick dick pressing against your slick, swollen pussy. You gasped, a primal sound of anticipation escaping your lips.

“Please, Jenna,” you whispered, your hands reaching for her hips, guiding her closer, desperate for the connection.

With a guttural groan that seemed to tear from her very core, she thrust forward, her dick sliding deep inside you. You cried out, a sharp intake of breath as she stretched you open, the sensation both intensely pleasurable and momentarily overwhelming.

She paused for a fraction of a second, letting you adjust, her hands gripping your hips tightly, her gaze locked on your face.

Then, she began to move.

Her thrusts were deep and rough, fueled by the alcohol and the raw, desperate need that had been simmering between you all night. The worn bedframe slammed against the headboard with each powerful movement, the rhythmic thudding echoing in the small room like a frantic heartbeat. You wrapped your legs around her waist, meeting her forceful thrusts with your own instinctive movements, your hands gripping her back, digging your nails into her skin, leaving long red marks in there wake.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she grunted, her breath hot against your ear, the words laced with a desperate edge. “So fucking good.”

You were both slick with sweat, your bodies moving together in a primal, almost violent rhythm. The world outside the hotel room ceased to exist. There was only the intense friction, the deep penetration, the desperate gasps and moans that filled the air, punctuated by the relentless banging of the bed.

Breaking her relentless rhythm, she suddenly flipped you over with surprising strength, manhandling you onto your hands and knees. You barely registered the abrupt change in position, your mind completely consumed by the intense sensations flooding your body. Her hands gripped your hips, lifting you slightly as she slammed into you from behind, her thick dick hitting your deepest point with each forceful thrust.

“Like this, baby?” she growled, her voice thick with lust and a hint of something almost feral.

“Yes,” you gasped, your head thrown back, her hand tangling itself into your hair while her other hand pushes you down between your shoulder blades. “Oh god, yes, Jenna. Fuck me.”

The force of her thrusts was almost brutal, the bed rocking precariously beneath you, threatening to give way entirely. You could hear the wood creak and groan under the immense strain, but neither of you cared. You were both too far gone, lost in the intoxicating, almost violent frenzy of your drunken, desperate coupling.

Jenna’s hands roamed your body, squeezing your waist, pulling you closer and pushing you down, her fingers digging into your skin, leaving faint trails. Her teeth grazed your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, a primal claim. So much different than her usual calm public figure.

The rhythmic pounding continued, faster and harder, the urgency escalating until you both teetered on the precipice. You cried out, your body clenching around her thick dick as wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure washed over you, stealing your breath. Jenna groaned loudly, a primal sound of release tearing from her throat as she pumped into you one last time, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm before collapsing on top of you, her weight heavy and utterly satisfying.

You both laid there for a moment, taking a moment to breathe and stay in the small embrace.

“More,” Jenna mumbles suddenly, breaking the silence as a sudden burst of energy courses through her.

You moan softly as she yanks you to the end of the bed, legs falling off as she positions herself inside of you again.

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The frantic energy of moments before dissolved into a heavy, sated silence after hours of Jenna endlessly pushing both your limits. The only sounds were the shallow, rapid breaths escaping your lips and the deeper, rumbling inhales and exhales of Jenna’s body pressed against yours. Her weight, which had felt electric and demanding just moments ago, now felt comforting, possessive. Her still-hard dick remained buried deep inside you, a lingering reminder of the raw intensity that had just consumed you both.

A small, involuntary whimper escaped your lips as you shifted slightly beneath her. The friction, though dulled, was still undeniably present. You could feel the faint throbbing of her pulse against your inner walls, a subtle echo of the storm that had just passed.

Jenna mumbled something incoherent, eyebrows furrowing before relaxing, her face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, her breath warm and damp against your skin. Her grip on your hips gone, but she remained connected with them wrapped around your torso, her body a dead weight atop yours.

You ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, the dark strands clinging to your fingers. The scent of her – the lingering perfume, the musky undertones of exertion, and something uniquely Jenna – filled your senses. A wave of tenderness washed over you, a stark contrast to the almost violent passion of your lovemaking.

A soft snore escaped her lips, a clear indication that exhaustion and the lingering effects of the champagne had finally claimed her. Her body remained intimately joined with yours, a testament to the depth of your shared pleasure.

A wry smile touched your lips. You could only imagine the state of the bed, the rhythmic banging against the headboard echoing in your mind. You made a mental note to discreetly inquire about any potential damage to the furniture upon checkout. The image of the worn frame protesting under your combined frenzy was almost comical now, in the quiet aftermath. not to mention the embarrassment you’ll encounter.

Your gaze drifted to the discarded remnants of your expensive dress and her tailored gown, lying in crumpled heaps on the floor. They were casualties of your mutual desire, ripped and disregarded in your haste to be closer.

A fresh wave of desire stirred within you, a low thrumming in your core. The thought of waking up with her still inside you, the promise of a slow, deliberate awakening filled with lingering touches and whispered promises, sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You imagined the lazy stretches, the soft moans as she became aware of your intertwined bodies, the inevitable renewal of your passion.

You shifted again, trying to get more comfortable without fully dislodging her. The slight movement caused a soft groan to rumble in her chest, and she instinctively tightened her grip on you, a possessive reflex even in sleep.

A surge of affection welled up within you. This raw, unguarded intimacy, so different from the carefully curated public persona she presented, was a privilege. You knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within you, that when Jenna woke, still intimately connected to you, the night was far from over. The frantic exploration might give way to a more languid, sensual awakening, but the intensity of her desire would undoubtedly remain. And you would be there, ready to meet it, your own body already anticipating her touch.

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[daemyra-fire]

Morticia& Gomez // Wednesday & Tyler

[waadiohead]

jenna i love u

[addamsfilm]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024) Dir. Tim Burton

[heyimc]

THE WAY SHE WAS (TARA CARPENTER X FEM!READER)

A/N: This is part 2 of my previous post, if you haven't read it first you can find it right here

Summary: Each lie keeps making Tara and you to grow apart, but when her lies become uncovered and you realize what's been going on, it will be time to think about what the future of your relationship will be like.

Warnings: Not proofread, English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1.7k+

| PART 1 | | PART 2 | | PART 3| | PART 4 |

“The group wants to meet up at Chad's apartment.”

“I have a group project with Mindy and other classmates.”

“Anika had a fight with Mindy and needs me.”

“I'm gonna go study for this final at Mindy's.”

“I already told Anika I would accompany her to this place.”

You believed her, every single thing that she told you, and all the plans she suddenly had, you fell for each lie she told you. There is no denying that at first, you were a bit suspicious of it. Still, you trusted her with your life. Looking back at it now, there was no way you or Sam could think something else was going on.

Due to her sister starting therapy to resolve her past trauma and heal the relationship she and Tara had, and you being stressed over work and college, there was no time to start investigating, after all, everything was going alright. Sam started to trust Tara even more; she stopped sending texts every half hour to see how she was, making her share her location at all times, threatening to lock her in her room for the whole week, and interrogating her…you get what I mean.

Everything was going alright, they were alright. You were happy about that, finally there was starting to be a bit of peace in the apartment, it was starting to feel like a home, it was starting to feel as if things could finally be okay, put your past behind and start new, together, safe..happy, but then there started to be even more plans, more hangouts…and that's what made Tara to start neglecting your relationship, and of course, you in general.

Excuse after excuse, party after party, with each lie Tara told you, it felt as if she was drifting apart from you. The distance that was now beginning to form between you two was clear, but what could you even do? It was as if she was trying to get away; she rarely spent time in the apartment now, with all these “projects” and “assignments.” You wanted her to be there, to be with you, just to be by your side… so you started to try even harder for her to stay.

“Hey Tara! Sam is in therapy, and I am free. Would you like to watch a movie together? I miss spending time with you.” Trying to express how you felt and initiating a possible moment for you both, you prepared yourself for the obvious answer that would come from Tara's mouth.

“Sorry, love, but I already made plans with Mindy to watch a horror marathon at her place.”

Okay… that wasn't the answer that you were expecting, but it's fine! There will be other opportunities.

ONE WEEK LATER…

“Maybe another day? I’m busy.”

“Sorry, stuff came out, I gotta go.”

“I need to do something, see you later.”

“Can’t, have a meeting”

Now her explanations were just vague, you thought nothing could be worst and the impossible ended up happening, there was no explanation, she was now just not here with you, it was as if you have lost her; she wasn’t at home anymore, she always had stuff to do, college stuff or just meetings with other classmates and friends. With her absence being so present now, and Sam still going out to therapy and spending time with the hot neighbour, you found yourself alone by the time the sun went down.

Over the past few weeks that Tara has been absent from both your and Sam’s lives, you both found yourselves growing closer and trusting each other, and you were the first person she told about her new boy. She told you who he was and his name, also made you promise not to tell anyone else, and you kept your word. You were happy for her, to finally find someone else in whom she could trust and lower her guard, she was starting to become like a sister of your own, truth to be told you both were similar, there was nothing that you wouldn’t do to protect Tara, even if she wasn’t present anymore.

Every time Sam told you about Danny and how happy she was, there was a part of you that wished for Tara and you to be like that once again, to be together and just close to each other, feel her presence and her warmth close to you and safe in your arms…things were getting tough without her in your daily routine, and watching her leave each time made you lose your spark with every occurrence.

You were starting to doubt yourself and the relationship. Did she find someone else? Was there something else going on? Maybe she wasn’t really busy, and they were all lies…No, that couldn’t be, she was still your Tara, your lover, and who you wished to spend the rest of your life with. Maybe you were just becoming a bit paranoid, probably all this will be over soon, and she will be back to you, you just gotta be patient.

That’s what you kept telling yourself.

...

Tara never felt like this before; she felt so free of doing what she wanted without having eyes around her watching her every move, there was no Sam, no boss to tell her around and act as her security guard. With every party and every drink, she became more relaxed, as if the alcohol in her system was some sort of magical thing that made her problems disappear for a few hours, making all her worries go away and forget the shit she experienced last year.

She started craving that feeling every time she partied, drinking and drinking without control, until her head started spinning. But she also had to be careful about it; she didn’t want you and Sam to find out, so she started creating a sort of system. Tara would lie and say that she would stay up late for a project and then wait for her, and those were the days she could let herself loose and drink all she wanted without a care in the world. Sometimes she would drink just a bit and go home like nothing happened, running to her room and closing it behind her without making much of a noise. She hated those days; it was as if she wasn’t satisfied.

Tara was starting to become addicted to that new sensation like a drug. She felt amazing each time, and she couldn’t help but congratulate herself for getting away with this. When Tara started lying more and more, she started telling her friends that Sam and Y/N had been so busy over the past few weeks and that they didn’t have time for visits or even to join the hangouts, so it would have been better for them to not bother the two for a while. At first the group grew a bit suspicious from what Tara was telling them, but they quickly brushed it off, she was just so convincing that they gave in easily; sometimes they would keep telling Tara to invite Y/N to a party or for them to just hangout somewhere, but Tara just brushed it off and said you were still very busy to even hangout with just her…it was crazy how she became such a good liar.

...

Work has been treating you a bit rough since things with Tara started going sour; she was still neglecting and treating you as if you were invisible. You were working at a little coffee shop, a bit far from the campus, and the only customers you had were old customers in their mid-30s to 40s. But all that changed one day when Anika walked in.

“Y/N? Is that you?” She said with a smile as she watched you behind the counter, it was nice to see a friend again. You wondered why it’s been so long since you last saw her or the others. You always heard from Tara how she would make plans with them, but apparently, they forgot you, just like her.

“Anika! I’m so happy to see you.” You said while giving her a smile of your own. “What can I get you?”

“The feeling is mutual! I’ll get a latte, please.” Anika started going into her purse to grab the money for the order, as you started making it yourself. “So…how are you doing? It’s been so long since we last spoke, Tara kept us in about everything.” That made you stop for a second.

“What do you mean?” You asked while keeping your gaze on the drink you were fixing for her.

“You know…why you haven’t been able to hang out with us, she keeps saying about how you have so much work and projects that you can’t come to the parties. We’ve been missing you, Y/N! To be honest, we need you there, Tara can get pretty wild with the drinking, and sometimes we have to look after her so she won’t do any crazy things.” She started talking to you with such ease, she didn’t even realize the shock and surprise on your face.

“Oh well…you know, just been hit with some stuff, but maybe I can go soon.” You tried to go with the flow, but you were still curious about something, so you went ahead and asked, “How’s everything with Mindy? Had any fights recently?” This was it, the moment to finally know about what Tara has been up to all this time.

“Why would you ask? Everything’s been going amazing, we haven’t had any fights.” She answered you, confused by your question.

So this was the truth, all this time that you were left there doubting yourself, wondering what you could have done wrong, and why Tara was so absent now. Did Tara lie to your friends just to go partying? Did she truly have something to do the other times, or was everything a big lie? All these ideas and revelations were invading your mind so fast that you just came back to your senses after spilling some of the hot coffee onto your hand. You moved a bit as the warmth of the drink started to sting your skin.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Anika asked with concern as she saw how your hand was turning a shade of red.

“Don’t worry, part of the job,” You said, faking a smile and trying to brush it off. After giving Anika her drink and telling her to have a great day, she waved goodbye and left you there in the coffee shop with so many emotions swirling inside of you.

It was time to confront Tara about everything.

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[incorrectwyler]

I’m rewatching 1x04 and I’ve always found it fascinating how Thornhill almost blows her own cover in this moment. In my opinion, it’s almost unconscious and not entirely intentional , and for what? Just to show that she knows Tyler, or because of that creepy sense of possession she has over him?

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this much disgust for a fictional character, and Christina Ricci did such an incredible job that she actually made me forget about the crush I’ve had on her for as long as I can remember.