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poisonlove · 6 months ago

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Do you write angsty stuff?

Here's my idea:

Tara or Cairo x Reader

Tara/Cario are using Reader as a rebound after a failed relationship with Amber/Miller because Reader is in love with Tara/Cairo and they know it (It's been obvious to everyone but she was ignoring it. Maybe she didn't know how to respond, maybe she just enjoyed the attention.)

At the beginning Tara/Cairo tries to justify herself by saying R made it too easy, but..

...Long story short she starts to catch feelings. But then Reader finds out the only reason she got with R in the first place was to get over Amber/Miller.

Some sort of angst scene probably ensues.

Whatever ending you'd want is great to me.

But ofc if you're not up to it or you can't find the motivation: pretend you never saw this request. (feel free to dm me to say you don't plan on doing it though, i have a bad habit of getting my hopes up :p)

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Pairing: Tara carpenter X reader

Status: request

The café air was dense with the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, and the soft murmur of conversations filled the space. I was sitting across from Tara, trying to start a conversation with my girlfriend.

But Tara was staring at her phone with an absorbed expression.

"How did it go today? Was the exam difficult?" I asked nervously.

Tara put down her phone and raised her head. Her gaze seemed lost in some distant world, my heart pounding tumultuously in my chest.

"Everything okay?" I asked, trying to break the ice that had formed between us.

Tara lifted her eyes to me, but her gaze seemed distant. "Yes, everything's fine," she replied faintly.

"Everything's normal at school… The exam was normal," she added weakly, her eyes glancing at the phone notification.

I played nervously with my fingers.

The atmosphere between us was tense, laden with a tension that seemed to grow with every second spent in silence. I wanted to say something, anything to fill that deafening void, but the words seemed stuck in my throat.

"And you? Everything okay?" she asked curiously.

Her eyes suddenly looked at me with total sweetness, and my cheeks turned red at being looked at with such intensity.

A small smile spread across her lips.

"It was a boring day… if it weren't for Mindy, I would have fallen asleep at the desk," I joked, and Tara smiled timidly.

Time seemed to pass slowly, the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed deafening in the oppressive quiet of the café.

Despite her bright eyes, I could sense that something was wrong with Tara. Her body was tense, her jaw was rigid, and every now and then she looked at me with eyes that screamed "I need to tell you something," but nothing came out of her mouth.

"I missed you," I confessed faintly.

I reached across the table and timidly took Tara's hand in mine. The brunette smiled broadly, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"Me too," she murmured weakly.

My eyes looked at Tara with total admiration, my heartbeats increasing recklessly every time she smiled at me.

Tara squeezed my hand.

I sighed, in love.

"Will you come over tonight?" Tara asked curiously, and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Me? In the same room as Sam Carpenter?" I asked skeptically.

Tara's older sister was very, indeed excessively, protective of Tara. But I could understand… Both had faced the events of Ghostface, barely coming out unscathed.

"She adores you," she reassured me with a smile on her lips.

A phone notification caught her attention, her mood changing instantly. Her smile was replaced by a dark, cold look.

Tara stood up, her face dark and troubled. "I have to go," she said quickly without looking me in the eyes. "We'll talk later."

Without waiting for my response, she turned and disappeared out the café door, leaving me alone with the weight of the silence that permeated the air around me

(...)

"Look who we have here," exclaimed an annoyingly irritating voice.

After the unusual afternoon yesterday, I had decided to give Tara her space and wait for her mood to calm down before facing her. However, there were questions burning inside me.

I slammed the locker shut, the metallic sound echoing in the air. I turned towards Amber Freeman.

"What do you want, Amber?" I asked with an exhausted tone.

It was too early to face such a rupture.

Amber chuckled maliciously and crossed her arms over her chest, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Mindy approached us and looked at the situation with confusion. "What's going on here?" my friend asked with genuine interest.

Mindy glared at Amber.

"I don't know," I replied to my friend with a small smile.

"I wanted to talk about Tara," Amber said sing-song.

My attention was immediately captured at the mention of my girlfriend: I knew Tara was her ex and that they had broken up for some strange reason… But now I didn't know what she wanted from her.

"Didn't she tell you?" Amber asked with fake innocence that made me grit my teeth.

Mindy widened her eyes and looked at me with concern. What's wrong with her? Does she know something Tara did? And why hasn't she told me anything?

"What was my girlfriend supposed to tell me?" I asked with a mix of anxiety and jealousy at the way Amber talked about Tara.

"The reason you're together," Amber said venomously.

"Amber, stop it," Mindy intervened, looking at the black-haired girl with anger.

What did I miss?

"What's going on here?" someone suddenly asked.

All three of us turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Tara looking at us with curiosity. Tara stood by my side and leaned in to give me a chaste kiss on the lips.

Amber made a strange noise in her throat.

"We were talking about you," Amber said irritably, her eyes looking at me with hatred.

Tara raised an eyebrow.

"She says you have to tell me something," I blurted with flushed cheeks, the warmth of Tara's lips still on mine.

"Come on, Tara… Tell her, or I will," Amber said challengingly.

Tara's body stiffened at Amber's words, and a strange feeling of discomfort invaded my body. Tara swallowed loudly and looked at me nervously.

"I…" Tara murmured timidly, biting her lower lip with nervousness.

"You know I'm in love with you, right?" she said, looking at me with worry.

"I'm in love with you too," I said in confusion, a smile spreading across my lips at her words.

"But…" continued the brunette with anguish.

I observed Tara closely, noticing the tremor in her voice and her labored breathing. The inner conflict tormenting her was evident, as if she were wrapped in a tangle of conflicting emotions.

"For God's sake! She used you to forget about me!" exclaimed Amber impatiently.

Mindy looked at me with concern, and Tara's shoulders stiffened at her ex's words. I smiled timidly at the absurdity of the situation and looked at the black-haired girl with strange confidence.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Amber. Tara is in love with me," I replied, looking at Tara with a smile on my lips.

But my smile faded when I met Tara's gaze, her tear-filled eyes reflecting remorse and sadness. At that moment, everything I thought I knew was called into question.

"Tara… Is Amber telling the truth?" My voice trembled slightly, almost as if I didn't want to hear the answer.

My disappointment was palpable as Tara nodded, confirming Amber's words. It was as if a veil lifted from my eyes, revealing the harsh truth behind her actions. I felt as if I had been thrown into an abyss of betrayal and despair.

"I can't believe you did this to me, Tara," my words came out with difficulty, laden with disappointment and pain.

Tears began to fill my eyes, blurring my vision as disappointment seeped into my heart like a slow but lethal poison.

"I don't even know what to think now," I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion. "I feel so deceived."

Tara tried to grasp my hand, but I instinctively pulled away as if her touch could burn me. "Y/n, please… believe me when I say I truly love you," she pleaded, but her words sounded like a distant echo

My gaze drops, unable to maintain eye contact.

"What an embarrassing situation," Amber interjects with a satisfied smile.

Tara glares at her, her eyes brimming with anger and frustration. "It's your fault!" she retorts firmly, her voice laden with repressed ire.

Amber raises an eyebrow, defiant. "Oh, sure, blame me for all your mistakes," she responds sarcastically. "You never take responsibility for your actions, do you?"

The tension in the room is palpable as the two women exchange cutting looks and barbed words. I feel like a powerless observer in the face of this emotional storm, unsure how to intervene to calm the heated tempers.

But what am I saying? Tara used me and I’m still here, standing still?

The realization hits me like a lightning bolt, making the memories of the past few days flash through my mind. Tara’s behavior yesterday fits together like a puzzle: staring at her phone for no apparent reason, her empty eyes hiding who knows what thoughts, the nervousness she tried to conceal behind a forced smile.

"How stupid I am," I whisper, feeling a mix of anger and shame for being so naive.

Tara shifts her attention away from Amber and looks at me with guilt, the sadness and tears she had tried to hold back streaming down her cheeks. "Y/n, please… believe me when I say I really love you," she tries to plead, but her voice sounds empty to my ears.

"I don't think I can believe you anymore," I replied firmly, feeling a coldness take over inside me. "Not after what you've done."

Tara tried to take my hands again, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. "Y/n, please… I know I've made a terrible mistake," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But please, I don't want to lose you. I love you more than anything in the world."

Her voice was a desperate lament, but my armor was now too solid to yield. "No, Tara," I said with a calm but firm voice. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you again."

Her shoulders slumped under the weight of my words, and I saw the pain in her eyes as she struggled with the realization of the consequences of her actions.

"Please, Y/n, give me just one more chance," she pleaded, the tears flowing unchecked.

I slowly shook my head, trying to hold back the tears.

"Y/n…" Mindy intervened weakly.

I turned to Mindy, my gaze filled with anger and disappointment. "You knew, didn't you?" I asked coldly, the tone accusatory.

Mindy lowered her gaze, unable to meet my direct stare. "Yes, I knew," she admitted in a weak voice, her voice shaky with anxiety.

My anger grew, feeling the betrayal cut like a sharp knife. "And you didn't say anything?" I retorted, feeling the bitterness rise in my throat. "You let all this happen, knowing the truth?"

Her lips trembled as she tried to find the right words. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know how to tell you," she defended herself, tears beginning to streak her face.

My disappointment turned into fury. "I don't want to hear from you anymore," I said harshly.

"Nor from you," I exclaimed venomously, addressing Tara.

Without another word, I walked away from them, leaving the room filled with tension and bitterness. My legs wobbled under the weight of the disappointment as I headed towards the exit, desperately trying to put distance between myself and the cruel reality I had just discovered.

My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as the sense of betrayal sunk deeper and deeper into me. With a broken heart and a devastated soul, I found myself wandering in the void of uncertainty, unable to find comfort or consolation. My trust had been betrayed, my world upended, and I didn't know how recover from this devastating blow.

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