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can you write a fem reader x tara fic where reader is anika’s best friend or sister or something and anika wants to introduce reader to the group
Oh yes, I really like the idea, haha. I just hope you like what I've come up with. Sorry for the delay, but sooner or later, I'll write every request. 😊
The night we met | t.c
tara carpenter x reader
"Excuse me, sorry," I uttered with difficulty, trying to navigate through the crowd.
I found myself at the fraternity party in New York, immersed in the atmosphere of loud music and an air filled with a mix of sweat and grass. It was Halloween, and the guys were dressed up, adding a touch of eccentricity to the party. The noise of laughter and music served as a background as I struggled to make my way through the crowd, eager to reach my destination amid the festive chaos.
I released a sigh of relief as I made my way through the crowd, and finally, in the center of the party I saw a familiar scene. My best friend, Anika, was sitting on a small couch with a girl. It was clear that she was Anika's girlfriend considering how Anika had her legs stretched over hers, and the girl's hand was absentmindedly caressing Anika's leg.
I approached with a smile, happy to have found my destination amidst all the festive chaos.
"Hey," I said smiling at my best friend. Anika gave me a beautiful smile as soon as our eyes met.
"Mindy... this is y/n, my best friend," Anika introduced, pointing in my direction. "y/n, this is Mindy, my girlfriend," she announced, smiling broadly and giving a playful look to her girlfriend.
"Pleasure to meet you," I said in a loud voice, trying to make myself heard amidst the party's noise.
"The pleasure is mine," Mindy replied with a smile, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Cute costume," she noted immediately, looking me up and down with a mischievous smile. "Certainly... frightening," she added laughing under her breath.
"Thank you," I replied, slightly embarrassed. Perhaps Harry Potter wasn't the most suitable choice for this situation, now that I think about it.
"I'm going... going to get something to drink," I said, leaning toward Anika, who nodded in agreement.
I made my way through the crowd again, heading towards the drink counter a few meters away. While walking, a girl who was dancing accidentally elbowed me, making me lose my balance and collide with someone.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I immediately said after regaining my balance, looking up to apologize to the person I had bumped into.
When my eyes met hers, I was mesmerized. Before me stood a girl dressed as a pirate, with brown hair cascading to her shoulders.
"Don't worry, it's fine," she said calmly, indicating that she was unharmed by our collision. Her eyes, glazed from alcohol, analyzed me more closely.
I responded with a slightly embarrassed smile.
The girl with a smile on her face approached me even more causing my heartbeat to quicken. The height difference between us became evident as we looked into each other's eyes. Her presence, heightened by the festive atmosphere and the effect of alcohol, created an aura of curiosity and excitement.
The pirate, tilting her head, raised her hands to my face. With a confident and gentle gesture, she adjusted my round glasses.
"There you go, much better," she said laughing softly.
"TARA!"
The voice resonated in the chaos of the party and I immediately turned my gaze towards the sound. I saw Tara turning, revealing her well-defined jaw, upturned nose, and full lips.
"Everything okay?" Mindy asked, directing the question to Tara and showing a slight concern as I turned to see.
Tara's brown eyes turned back in my direction, radiant with brightness and fascination. "Let's go get something to drink, Pottah," she said, smiling widely, and a slight giggle escaped when she pronounced "Potter" with an English accent.
"That's what I wanted to do, Elizabeth Swann," I replied, amused.
Tara raised an eyebrow with curiosity, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on me. "Swann?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "Oh... it was a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean, you know... like a matching costume to your pirate outfit,"
I was grateful that the room was relatively dark, allowing me to conceal my embarrassment.
Tara chuckled softly. "Got it, I was teasing you." She raised a hand, shaking it timidly while she spoke.
"Could I have another?" she asked the person behind the counter, genuinely smiling. It was only then that I realized Tara already had a glass in her hand.
"There's none left," the guy behind the counter replied.
And that's when a certain guy approached with a flirtatious smile.
"Hey beauties... I'm Edward," the guy said, but he only looked at Tara. "Y/n," I said, annoyed. "Tara," the girl replied with a smile on her lips.
My eyes rolled slightly without making a sound.
"In the kitchen, there's something to drink... if you want," Edward affirmed, giving me a dazzling smile t
Tara and i along with Edward, made our way to the kitchen to get something to drink. As I took a sip, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol made me scrunch up my nose. Meanwhile, Edward was openly flirting with Tara, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere that made me wish I were elsewhere.
The guy put an arm around Tara's waist, causing clear discomfort to the brunette.
It was clear that the guy wanted to take Tara upstairs. With a pleading look, Tara asked me to help her in that embarrassing situation. Her expression reflected a mixture of discomfort and hope as she sought a way out of that embarrassing situation.
"Hey!" I said seriously, putting my hand on Edward's arm.
The guy, obviously tipsy, looked at me confused, smiling mischievously. "If you want to come too, I won't complain," he chuckled quietly.
"Let go of Tara," I said seriously, tightening my lips at the disgusting proposition. "She doesn't want to," I added, shooting a glance at the pirate.
"Potter..." Edward muttered weakly. "I'll make her change her mind," he concluded, smiling.
"Tara! Let's go home," Anika intervened, looking at the guy attentively.
"He won't let her go," I said nervously, noticing how Tara looked at me with bright eyes, perhaps trying to hold back tears.
"Tara stays here," a guy intervened. Mindy was next to him.
a statuesque cowboy.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion thinking that maybe he was the pirate girl's boyfriend.
"Come on, Chad... we just want to have some fun," the guy said, his face red from alcohol.
"She stays here," the guy reiterated seriously, approaching the stairs.
Edward, climbing two steps, made Tara lose her balance, clearly not wanting to follow him. The sudden movement surprised her, and her expression reflected a combination of fear and disorientation as she tried to maintain stability. Edward's firm grip on her arm seemed more like an attempt to drag her than a supportive gesture, adding an element of constraint to the embarrassing situation Tara found herself in.
Tara grimaced, trying to hide the pain as Edward insisted on dragging her up the stairs.
In the blink of an eye, the situation escalated as Chad grabbed Edward by the shirt, attempting to force him to step down. Edward, trying to retaliate, eventually let go of Tara. With a swift motion, the pirate sought refuge in my arms, trying to regain balance after the unexpected turmoil. The tension in the air was palpable as gazes clashed, with Tara still a bit disheveled but clearly grateful to have escaped from that unwanted aggression.
"Take her outside," Anika said seriously. Without saying anything, I found myself walking with Tara against my body toward the exit of the house.
Outside, silence reigned supreme, broken only by the occasional passing car. The starry sky shone, and the full moon illuminated the night. The cold made Tara shiver slightly, enveloped in the quiet of the evening.
"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.
Tara looked at me, smiling and nodding.
I decided to take off my tunic, a sort of jacket I was wearing, and offered it to her. In short sleeves and jeans, I noticed the cold was starting to be felt a bit.
"Take this, it might help you warm up," I suggested, offering my tunic to Tara in the hope that it could give her at least some comfort.
Tara raised the corners of her lips, putting on the coat I had given her and looking at me with a grateful expression.
She swayed slowly towards me, resting her hands on my shirt. Her gaze was directed at me with her chin slightly lifted. A mixture of vulnerability and gratitude reflected in her eyes.
"Thank you," she said timidly.
My cheeks tinged with red due to the proximity, and Tara smiled sweetly. With a sloppy attempt, the girl tried to stand on tiptoe, causing a laugh from me for her effort.
Tara pouted, but it was amusing to see the slightly tipsy girl.
Tara's hands moved gently on my face, removing my glasses.
With a smile on my lips, I watched as the girl pushed her glasses up on her head, looking at me curiously. My smile faded when I saw Tara lean forward, eager to press her lips to mine.
"Tara... you're drunk," I said, smiling amusedly. "And I'm a girl," I clarified, not wanting Tara in her state to overlook the situation.
For heaven's sake, I was gay, but I didn't want to kiss a drunk straight girl.
"And so what? I've noticed," she replied, smiling, biting her lower lip. "I just want to kiss you," she affirmed, amused.
Her hand caressed the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. "You're extremely sexy with this costume," she murmured.
"You have a boyfriend," I said with a slightly irritated tone, remembering a certain Chad. Tara gave a wide smile, shaking her head. "I don't have a boyfriend," she said amusedly.
"In any case, you're drunk," I reiterate, amused, sensing how Tara smelled of alcohol and most likely a perfume."Maybe you can give me a kiss when you're conscious of your actions," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Pottah, kiss your Hermione," she blurted out with a smile on her lips, and I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Actually, it's Ginny," I said, smiling slightly. "Whatever it is," mumbled Tara.
"Another time," I added, smiling at her amusing behavior.
Tara sighs loudly and leans against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body in search of warmth. My eyes curiously scanned the exit of the house, but the smile faded from my face when I saw Anika's eyes looking at me mischievously from a distance. Her girlfriend did the same, and the only one confused was the guy next to them.
Oh, crap. I'm in for an unpleasant interrogation.
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x y/n#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#scream 6#party dress#drunk#Tara drunk#jenna marie ortega
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#2000s aesthetic#2000s core#2000s#2000s nostalgia#early 2000s#pop culture#popular#pop#paris hilton#nicole richie#tara reid#party#vibes#drunk#personal#picture#cell phone#cellphotography#flip phone
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CJL LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [EPISODE 1]
So. I know, this is wrong. Coz I put the IPK one on hold and now i am starting another, but I thought, this one is just for 82 epis(SO SHORT? WTF? CHALA HI NAHI SHOW?!?!?) So, it wont take much time to complete this and I also wanted to keep this content and ipk content separate. Hence, a separate blog. I know y'all might be hard-core Arshi fans and ipk fans, but, give this one, a chance, as well, ok? Just for entertainment's sake? Please? Baaki, it's your choice ofc :) Hope you enjoy this.
1.) Hmm. Pune. Maharashtra. A girl peeping out through the car window. Enjoying the 'jaadu' in the air. Btw, I like the BG score, here.
2.) In the flashback, we see two kids sitting on a white horse and the horse is galloping in its full galore. The girl confirms the magic in the air as her hands are flying. Lol. Typical kids.
3.) Tara di's sister is asking about her opinion on her looks. IDK but I cringed real hard when she said, "Achi lag rahi hun naa?"(Like yeah darling, you look average. Lol. JK. You look stunning but stop with that cringe acting, ok?)
4.) Tara Di opens her hair and A SECOND-LITERALLY A SECOND AGO, she was irritated but then immediately she is impressed with her di's improvisation. Whatever. Lol.
5.) Selfies. Di is excited so she starts taking selfies and her younger sister is suspicious instantly. Why? Does she not take selfies on any normal day? Maybe. *shrugs*
6.) How typical of people to instantly assume that if a girl seems excited then she might be having a 'chakkar' with some boy. Why girl? Your sister can't be happy for her own self, just like that, without any reason? *hmph* Do you make her that upset? Lol. That now her excitement seems abnormal.
7.) NGL but this Tara di's sister is a really bad actor, whoever she is. Sorry. Lol.
8.) Tara Di gets off the car and lets them drive by. Then, she quickly runs to the Bus Station to catch a bus for--?--whatever.
A Side Gyaan : But that's such a bad way to catch a bus, actually. First, you catch the attention of the bus driver coz they are at a considerable height and then they stop the vehicle ONLY THEN you cross it and get on the bus, okay? My readers? Don't be like Tara Didi, okay? Good. Now, we come back to the epi.
9.) So. Tara didi is changing her shoes. I really thought for a sec that she will change her outfit too. Lol. A kid is staring at her antiques and she notices people are staring at her. So.
What do you think will she do?
a) ignore them
b) make faces at them
c) sunaoify (rudely) them for staring at a slightly differently dressed girl
d) give them a five page ka gyaan on social etiquettes as a soon-to-be 'Starplus Bahu'
Yeah. You are neither right nor wrong, coz she will randomly pull out a jar of lollipops and distribute it to appease them. Yes. We all do that. We all step out of our homes, thinking we might happen to be in a bus and can then distribute it among the children on the said bus. Whatever.
10.) TD gets off the bus and buys chana and gur for--?--*shrugs*
11.) TD is now sitting in a-tempo?-transport vehicle. Whatever. Driver announces her destination which is- "Sehgal Estate"
12.) The driver assuming her to be a tourist, warns her, of the place having been shut down for quite a few years now and he tells her that an accident had taken place, many years ago. TD flashes back to that 'haadsa' and politely dismisses him by stating that she is a local.
13.) Ok, ladies, so all things aside, who all can climb up and cross that gate, that high, with a WHITE SAREE and that too without staining it!?!? Anyone? No? See, our Tara D (Lol. I have so many name ideas for this girl.) CAN. She is a champion at this. (Okay so i wanted to take a screenshot of that long-ass gate but Jio Cinema didn't let me. Fudge you, Ambanis'. Whatever. Lol.)
14.) She takes help from Deva's flash back advice when he had first guided her to climb that (same?) gate. Okay, so that saxophone BG score is cute, okay? Lol.
15.) Gosh. How did they manage to find a small girl who looks exactly like Kanika Mann? Wow. Casting directors take a bow. *bows down with joined hands*
16.) Okay, so the titular song has started in the BG and I am loving it. Meanwhile, TD is going about the mansion and recalling that 'haadsa'.
17.) I am actually kinda liking this kid, Deva. How sweet of him. He extends a bunch of yellow flowers (symbolizing friendship). And damn, he has one hell of a head full of soft and flowy tresses. Wow. Any hair care tips for us, girls, Deva? Lol. Whatever.
18.) She digs out the 'nishaani' of their friendship which is basically two thick stones(or rocks?) joining like a puzzle piece and 'Badshah' along with caricatures of Deva and Tara, carved on the two pieces.
19.) She becomes very emotional, holding the symbol of a once very beautiful bond she had with some boy named- Deva. And then out of the blue we hear a horse neighing and Tara instantly brightens as she recognizes Badshah.
20.) Sure enough, we see Badshah running towards Tara and Tara on reaching close to it, touches it affectionately on it's jaws. We see that Badshah is indeed angry and disappointed on Tara. He starts running away as Tara tries to pacify it(him?). Oh. So. The chana and gur was for a horse. Ok. Nice.
Fun-Fact : All things set aside, Kanika genuinely had to interact with a horse in the middle of the shoot. I wonder if there's some story to this episode which she might have, like she was hell scared of horses and yet had to learn how to interact even if it's a well trained horse, we are talking about. Okay. Enough. Now back to the epi.
21.) Basant Kaka has come to see Tara Bitiya. What's with that line?-"Main janta tha ki aaj ka din tu bhulegi naayi, zarur aayegi." Kya hai aaj ke din mein aisa? Tara's demeanor changes as she recalls the incidents that took place in today's date.
22.) She tells BK that today is the day she met HIM (Deva?) and she reveals that he was the only one who made her Tara from 'Phus Tara' (Deflated Star or according to Jio Cinema's caption-'Timid Tara'. Basically an insulting nick name.)
(Lol. See. I got another name. But. Sorry i won't use that coz it triggers her childhood trauma.)
22.) Do I see vengeance there, Tara? Okay. So, we are being taken 15 years back.
23.) Wow. What an a__hole of a brother. He is chasing Tara all over the house with a bunch of crackers (chataai?) Tara is hidden inside the cupboard but she wants to come out because she is scared of darkness and it's all dark inside the cupboard. Ronak bhaiya fools her to come out but lays the chataai bomb and lights it with a matchstick giving her a 'Sehgal Promise'. These Sehgals seem to be too stuck up of a family tho.
Not-So-Fun Fact : God, these are the worst kind of crackers not only coz of the sound but also they keep scattering everywhere, while bursting, once lit. Even I am hell scared of these and always stand at least 1 Km away from these. Lol.
24.) Not knowing better (how would she? she is just a kid of 7-8 something.) Tara trusts her wicked brother, who has already run away to the veneration, steps out of the cupboard but it's too late the crackers keep scattering everywhere and bursting in the meantime and the poor kid is hell scared she starts calling out for her father ("Baba").
25.) Baba is doing aarti of Devi Maiyya (Oh. Hello DM. How are you? How are Khushi-Arnav and their munchkins doing? Lol. Sorry. I get carried away a bit.)
26.) WAIT. WHAT!?!!?!?! Is that the same guy, who was in Sheesh Mahal, on the fashion show night and Khushi came, asked him for directions but instead got to listen to an Urdu Shayari? Wow. See. A crossover we didn't deserve but got anyway. Whatever.
27.) Baba was doing aarti when his hell scared daughter comes and merely touches his back and the veneration plate skips away from his hand. Lol. What kind of a diet Baba takes that he couldn't even handle a gentle push from a mere kid of 7? Whatever.
But the thing that surprises me more is that he is about to lash out at her in front of the whole-family?- bunch of people. This is where I thought that there's some major tiff going on, in the family, like, everyone is against a mere kid.
28.) Baba, your daughter was hell scared, that too, coz of your a__hole of a son. A lil bit of compassion would go a long way. Thank you.
29.) Wow. A__hole father, a__hole brother. Tara. Run. I said. RUN. Whatever. Poor kid. Is getting blamed for the thing that she couldn't have any control of. So. Baba's wife died at childbirth. So. Now. He has got a lifetime license of blaming and punishing his daughter for it. WoW. jUsT. wOw.
30.) Some one please call a gynecologist and enlighten him that it hardly has anything to do with the child but has everything to do with proper timely medical care. Whatever.
31.) OH. She is crying in front her mother's portrait. Asking if she would ever be loved by anyone or not. I so desperately want to go and give her a looooooong jaadu ki jhappi. Uff. I am getting goosebumps now.
32.) She hears a melody being played out from a harmonica and is instantly drawn to its source. She sees, a boy riding a horse named Badshah and carrying balloons on it's saddle. She is kind of intrigued by this boy.
33.) The boy introduces himself as Deva and in the process, mocks Ronak. Ronak is kind of irritated of this boy already and tries to take over the horse and orders BK to light a long-ass chataai (do they have nothing else in the name of crackers? Lol. 'sEhGaLs') But, Deva is frantic and warns not to burst crackers as it will make Badshah go crazy and mocks him again and Ronak pushes him and Deva falls down.
34.) BK, following his master's orders, lights the chataai and Badshah goes crazy, starts running around violently. There is chaos everywhere, somewhere in the midst, Baba also shouts. The horse Badshah is now running towards Tara and Tara is frightened to the core. She freezes at her spot and covers her face ready to face the impact. Deva pulls off a high jump stunt and lands on the horse's back and calms him down in the process.
35.) Deva tries to cheer Tara up and is successful and from there on they both spend time together and thus become hard core friends.
36.) Deva lightens up her world. She smiles more, laughs more, conquers her fears a lil bit more, every time she is with Deva. And one fine day, they both are celebrating Deva's birthday and Tara has brought a cake for him. A candle is perched on its top. Deva lights it up and blows it away to make a wish. But the candle keeps lighting up again and again automatically, this surprises Deva and Tara falls into a pit of laughter and we see grown up Tara laughing in front of BK recalling the incident. This show is really moving something inside me. It's so heart warming tbh.
37.) Ok. So now they are celebrating BK's b'day and she has a cake-cum-aate-ka-halwa. BK lights up a matchstick and the small speck of fire again ignites that trauma in Tara. Poor girl is traumatized on loosing her only best friend.
38.) Tara and BK think that Deva is dead. And, Badshah has been bought by someone in exchange of lakhon rupiye. Altho, Bhojariya ji had a deal with Tara that she would pay him to keep Badshah in the Sehgal Estate but upon getting a greater amount of money, naturally, Bhojariya Ji sells it.
39.) Tara is heart-broken that she could not keep his only belonging safe and so apologizes to Deva (who she thinks is in heaven) and we are instantly taken to a hilltop where we see a man, also in white. So. Deva. He is alive and probably a reech buzinez man, i think? And, now, the plot is quite predictable, Tara will try to take back Badshah from that 'man' and he will in turn not reveal that he is indeed Deva becoz there is some misunderstanding on both of their side. So. He will try to seek revenge from Tara for what he had to go through in the past. As it is clear from the line, "Bohot jal chuka suraj, ab chaand ko jalna hoga." Wow. What a beautiful parallel tho. (Suraj-Deva and Chaand-Tara and also the title of the story makes a lot more sense now.)
40.) Ok. So. Jalebi reminded me that I did not mention Deva's entry scene. So. Yeah. Deva's entry scene, huh? Wow. Yeah. Sirf. Wow. I had literal goosebumps already and then that drone shot from the hilltop. The teapot hanging above the fire. Lol. What a traditional way to make chai amidst nowhere. Btw where did he get chai ki patti from? And what about chini? Cup? Lol. Banda puri taiyyari ke saath aaya tha. So. Yeah. Amazing scene. Handsome Deva. Beautiful white suit. Already swooning.
Not-so-Fun Fact : Damn this reminds me that I have been chai-deprived since yesterday coz chai was finished and no one in our house(as in me and my parents) were bothered enough to bring it from the general store altho we all were very much bothered for not being able to have a cup of chai. uGh. Whatever.
41.) Wow. Wow. Wow. This show has already started to cast its spell on me, to be honest. And it's just the first episode.
P.S. : So. Yeah. Very beautiful. Very very very beautiful indeed. Cinematography wise. Script wise. Costume wise. Look wise. Everything is perfect for Chaand Jalne Laga. TBH I was underestimating this show but it indeed is beautiful. Please do give it watch. Ok. Then. Bye. God bless you.
#Tara-Deva#CJL#Suraj Hua Maddham#Chaand Jalne Laga#Lol#i couldnt find a ship name for them#like?#TaDe?#TaVa?#RaDe?#RaVa?#TarDeva?#Lol.#Whatever.#You decide that.#I am too bad at picking ship names#Or tell me if a name already exists#I felt like i was too harsh on our Tara Di in this one#i promise you; will be a lil softer for her from the next one :)#but ngl kanika mann is so damn beautiful and the frames are so aesthetically pleasing#it is indeed beautiful#hats off to the cvs team and cinematography their hard work is visible and is very heart touching as well :)#i actually enjoyed the episode :))#Added Deva's entry scene thoughts :)#I got drunk and forgot to mention it earlier :(#Pardon my drunk-ness :(
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Saturday is great cause it's a romantic comedy, a family sitcom, an policial comedy and a thriller all at once.
#criminal minds#yes I love that episode so much#matt being the best dilf! Dad Rossi! drunk emily! Tara playing an moron! Garvez fluff! SPENCER REID BEING HAPPY WITHOUT BUTS!!!!!
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Frank Iero's appearance in Drunk Bus is a meta fever dream
Frank's parts are all performed through posters on her wall. If you're interested, I watched the film, and the girl is called unaffectionately "Night Tara" because she has night terrors- and her name is Tara? All the photos on her wall are Frank in a wig and his parts are spoken by a deep jamaican voice- unsure if a voice filter or another actor speaking. In this universe he's "Hank Hero" of Sister Oblivion. Hank's her fav.
This was surprisingly funny. Especially the "focus on something on the wall" bit.
X frank @ 1:01 , 1:04 & 1:37
#this is surreal#night tara is frank canon#I loled#my chemical romance#frank iero#mcr#hank hero#sister oblivion#hank hero from sister oblivion#drunk bus#iero#frank iero and the cellabration#death spells#ls dunes#frank iero and the future violents#frank iero movie cameo
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Thinking about how the rest of the Core Four (and even Anika) are on Tara watch
Like we don't see them act like that for each other, just Tara. Did some sort of incident happen that made it a necessary thing or is it just something that happened? Did they have a conversation about it or did they all just kind of individually start doing it?
#to me their behavior at the party and the way they're all keeping such a close eye on hee feels indicative of something#it could just be that they're protecting their drunk friend from a creepy guy but it feels like more than that yknow#idk their dynamic is fascinating#scream 6#Tara tag#horror tag#og fandom post tag
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I was wondering about something. Sam calls Tara after therapy, she doesn’t answer and Sam goes “you’re supposed to pick whenever I call”. Do you think, when moving from woodsboro to New York, Sam made some rules about what they could or couldn’t do? Maybe they made some compromises because Tara didn’t always agree with the rules?
Very likely.
I want to say it starts post-5, where Tara has trouble letting Sam out of her sight. Sam promises to always pick up when she calls. Don't get her wrong, she hates leaving Tara, but Tara needs to rest and Sam has to go shopping and pick up their medication and be downstairs and out of her sight sometimes. So, Tara keeps her phone on her, fully charged and ready at all times, and Sam will always pick up the phone. She jokes that Tara had better always pick up the phone when she calls too, and she agrees.
We get to 6 where Sam has trouble letting Tara out of her sight, because Tara's behaviour has become more erratic since they came to New York. She's acting strange, and she's acting unsafe and this worries Sam, so so much.
One day, Tara goes out and nobody knows where she's gone. She doesn't pick up any of Sam's calls. So Sam goes out and tries to hunt her down, she doesn't find her. Tara was just chilling in a park, her phone deliberately placed on silent. She just needed to be alone and somewhere unfamiliar for a little while. By the time she gets back to the apartment, it's dark and... oh, Mindy is pacing in the living room?
Mindy drops the news that Chad and Sam are out looking for her and why the hell didn't she answer her phone - she has a lot of missed calls. Tara feel a twinge of guilt looking at her call log, she waves it away. She's fine, she just needed some space, it's not like anything is going to happen. Mindy calls the others and makes a retreat when they arrive. Sam is furious. But more than that, she's upset and scared, and Tara can't wave that guilt away.
Tara promises to always answer when Sam calls. She knows Sam was worried, that she was right to be worried, but she can't think of the reasons right now, she can't remember, she can't deal with this but if all it takes is to pick up the phone to leave these feelings in the past, she can do it.
As time goes on, Tara does more things that Sam doesn't like, she still disappears sometimes. She usually answers the phone. The more Tara becomes a stranger, the tighter Sam holds on.
#/mp#ask box#Scream#Sam Carpenter#Tara Carpenter#scream headcanon tag#my writing tag#Scream 6#-5 to 6#I almost had it be that Sam put a tracker on Tara's phone to track her down and they argued about it and that's where the promise came from#but I couldn't quite connect that to what we saw in the movie of Tara choosing to go a party that Sam didn't want her to go to#in order to get drunk and having made the choice to ignore her phone/put it on silent or whatever#Because the lead up between those the promising and the party she must be picking up the phone with a gradual decline#as Sam was anxious about her not picking up but not freaking out
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DRUNK BUS (2020)
DIR. BRANDON LAGANKE & JOHN CARLUCCI
#drunk bus#drunk bus movie#the thing thats extra funny abt this part To Me is the fact tht like. by the time Pineapple picks Michael back up after the disaster#at the party he DOES have passengers (Tara + the sleeping guy) on the bus. so its not like while he was driving it he picked nobody up#instead he really just said fuck THOSE guys at THAT bus stop in particular#also: as i said in the last gifset characters in this movie did Not get last names for the most part so. just tagging actors#charlie tahan#kara hayward#tonatiuh elizarraraz#sam edits
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Sorry to interrupt your yearning, but I'm currently thinking about Tara being a witness to her mom's alcoholism ... and then coping (or not coping) with Amber's betrayal by drinking heavily ...
eoughfhh.. tara's unhealthy coping mechanisms after 5 as a way to ignore her problems and pretend she's fine 😭
after tara gets to college, she parties and drinks.
whenever she's reminded of amber, she takes a shot. if she thinks she saw her in the crowd, she downs another one. if the weight of the cup reminds her of the gun in her hands, if the thought of her lifeless body crosses her mind, she empties the entire bottle.
fights with her sister are constant. she knows sam is worried about her, but she hates the fact that there's anything to be worried about. tara wants to be left alone, to do her own stuff, she wants sam to let her go and let her be because she's fine, she's totally, absolutely fine.
#thinking about tara smoking weed at a party and having an entire coughing fit right after#she comes home wheezing#chest heavy#and sam running to find her inhaler and press it to her lips#a furious gaze#but tara's drunk and high and she's giggling like this is not a big deal#tara carpenter#sam carpenter#scream#ma talks scream#ask#kirbycarpenter#also thanks for reminding me of the liability cover...... sighs
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The only videogames that have made me cry are disco Elysium and Baldur's Gate and Baldur's Gate only made me cry bc there was a dialogue where Gale just made such a sad and disgusting face while screaming and crying he didn't do anything sexual with his cat that I couldn't stop laughing
#disco elysium#bg3#it was one where he tried to firlt with you talking about his ex and he went like#oooh wine in bed or smth like that you know what those nights reminded me of and i say erhm. Tara#and he just cried a NOOOO. NOO while hitting the ground with his feet really hard#idk that just got me#disco elysium was the “youre not a revolutionary Harry. just a drunk man” bc it was such a sad voiceline they really hit on the nail how#its talking to an alcoholic.
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surprised to find me into your ask box for au?
Yes,me too, girl! 😆
setting— drunk/night out au
occupation— reporter or librarian (I'm a document controller these are the only things close to that job— which might help me read it myself now, because relatable! 🤞)
Diagloue— maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine
GO WILD! 🤣
-Tara💝
Well...wouldn't that be my biggest honour and pleasure? I think so...
So...Modern!AU...for you, it would have to be Erestor, right?
Words: 1,6k
Warnings: verbal abuse, alcohol consumption
It was not as if Erestor didn’t like you, he was far from the monster people made him out to be sometimes after all, but he really didn’t know what to think of you or how to interact with you, and that made him nervous.
Being nervous – in turn – made him taciturn and hostile which was exactly the opposite of a promising reaction.
For years, he had been safe and sound in his little library – seeing journalists come and go – and he had followed their careers with benign disinterest until the day one of the hotshot reporters had decided that he was now too famous and important to do his own research himself.
The wide-eyed, sweet-tempered woman they had dug up from somewhere – you – who was hired to do just that for that self-important prick had intrigued him from the very start, but – knowing full well what people said about him behind his back – Erestor had merely given you some helpful tips from time to time when you had been looking for a very specific source.
Watchful by nature, he had also been the heart-broken and utterly helpless witness of your short dalliance with the man who should have been your mentor and your friend, and who ended up destroying your self-confidence by treating you like something easily expendable.
One day, Erestor knew, he would have to come out of his shell if he didn’t want to be found dead and covered in dust between the rows and stacks of books, but the more he watched how other men treated good, honest women, the deeper his disdain and hatred for all things romantic grew. It was hopeless and that made him angrier than it should have.
Who was to guarantee him that – being rather clumsy and inexperienced in these things – he would not end up hurting someone like you by accident? Nobody, that was right, and hence, Erestor stayed in his corner and watched as the days dripped past like rain running down a windowpane.
You had practised the speech in the mirror of the small upstairs bathroom for 5 minutes, but once you stood in front of Erestor, all the words – so carefully prepared – were blown right out of your mind.
“Can I help you?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow impatiently.
“Well, yes,” you admitted sheepishly, “we’re going out for drinks tonight and I wondered if you would like to come?”
“Why? I do not work at your paper…Why would I come?”
“I had hoped you’d come,” you mumbled quietly; you felt safer when he was around, ever since that debacle with your boss, the library had become the only place you felt really comfortable in.
“Truly?” he sounded somewhat sceptical of that affirmation, but if you really wanted him to sit in a dank room and drink beer, who was he to deny you? “Alright then. Where are we going?”
You could hardly believe that he had accepted your invitation and – for the rest of the day – you could barely sit still or focus on any of your tasks so excited were you to be spending an evening outside of work with the mysterious librarian you so liked to see.
He was a tad older than you but still so blindingly handsome with his serious mien and his deep eyes that seemed to hold a hint of indulgent mockery and impatient intelligence whenever they met yours.
“You truly got the old grump to come?” your boss jeered as Erestor appeared at the end of the street, wrapped in an elegant dark wool coat, and walking briskly toward the group waiting in front of the pub.
“Yes,” you replied not without pride and the joy tinging your voice made the man’s mood turn bitter within an instant.
True to his nature, Erestor spent most of the evening just observing the people around him; they were a loud and disagreeable bunch at the best of times, and the alcohol did nothing to make them more bearable.
Annoyance started building in his chest and when that one asshole he hated anyway because of how he had treated you took the liberty of disparaging and mocking you in front of all your senior colleagues, Erestor squared his jaw in frustration to keep from leaping over the table and punching him right in the face as he would have deserved it.
It was obvious that you were ill at ease as well though as you kept downing glass after glass at a speed that soon made your head feel fuzzy and your heart lighter; you knew of course that this was just a momentary respite that you’d pay dearly in the morning, but somehow, as the alcohol entered your bloodstream, you no longer cared about how helpless and isolated you felt.
The jokes made at your expense and the glances full of pity and disdain respectively that your colleagues gave you became irrelevant as the whole world started to blur and float around you.
“Baby,” your boss – not entirely sober either – slurred, “should I take you home?”
For a moment, you hesitated; he had broken your heart and you knew for a fact that this was not him coming back to you, it was merely a matter of convenience and alcohol-induced horniness.
“No,” Erestor intervened, “I’ve got her. You’ve had quite enough yourself; I’ll take her home and make sure she’s safe!”
That last word, safe, was sharp as a blade and your boss flinched back as if Erestor had physically rebuffed him.
“Woah there, aren’t you a little intense, Mister Grumpy-pants? Always moping around amidst those books seems to have done you no good,” the man jeered, “you wouldn’t even know what to do with a lady that drunk, would you? I’d be surprised if you knew what to do with any kind of woman.”
“Maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine,” Erestor replied coldly, “for I know exactly what to do with a lady who has had more than her fill: bring her home and make sure she’s alright. The fact that you’d have other, more sinister plans makes you a despicable creature.”
Without wasting another thought or look on your boss, Erestor slung his arm around your waist, slammed down a few bills on the table, and all but carried you out.
“You…you don’t need to do that,” you slurred; the cold air hitting you straight into the face made you feel a little better even though your thoughts were still kind of sluggish and hard to decipher.
“I don’t trust that pig,” Erestor grunted as he escorted you down the road, “do you live far from here?”
You shook your head – dizziness making you claw your fingers into his beautiful coat – and pointed at a complex just within sight.
“Alright,” he grumbled and – after giving you a long, warning look – he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your door.
“Flash the lights thrice so I know that you made it home alright,” he demanded, cupping your cheek almost tenderly as you buried your face in his collar when he set you back down.
“I am sorry he said those things to you,” you whispered, too tired and sad to withstand the embarrassing neediness flooding your being and pushing you into his living, breathing, comforting warmth.
“I care not,” Erestor almost barked, “I am sorry he did those things to you though; he didn’t deserve you, and his jokes are truly horrible. Please, do not worry about someone like him.”
“You really think that he didn’t deserve me?” Your eyes lit up with hope and – as you looked up at him – you realised that his lips were but a breath away from your own.
“I know that for a fact,” he whispered, his words ghosting warm and fragrant across your face, “you’re smart, diligent, and beautiful. You were so far out of his league that he probably just got scared, little ridiculous man that he is.”
Erestor was right, deep within your heart you knew that he was; his own arms were strong and reliable though as they curled loosely around your swaying form.
“Do you want to come up?” you asked, emboldened by the way he held you, but Erestor gave you a surprisingly soft smile as he shook his head, a hint of regret flashing over his beautiful face.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, dear, you need to sleep.”
“Please? You can just hold me? And make sure that I am truly okay?” You hated yourself for sounding so desperate and clingy, but the fatigue, the alcohol, and the memory of all the terrible things that had been said about you this evening weighed heavily on your heart all of a sudden.
“I’ll bring you up and we’ll see,” he finally agreed, taking your hand and not letting go until you had unlocked the door.
Erestor waited patiently on your couch for you to go through your night-time routine and when – washed and changed – you wobbled back into the living room to sit down next to him, he allowed both of you the pleasure of pulling you into his careful embrace once more until you had fallen asleep against his chest.
One day, he knew, he would have to tear down those walls around his heart.
He truly hoped that day would be the very next one when you’d wake up in his arms with a rueful smile.
@eunoiaastralwings I hope this was not too terrible for you :D
@fellowshipofthefics Third entry for the May Challenge :D
Lots of love from me for all of you...and if you have an obscure character you want to see written in a Modern!AU, I might just be your gal hahahaha
#the hobbit#fanfiction#fotfics#fotfics may challenge#modern!au#erestor#erestor x reader#eunoia x erestor really#dear Tara I'm doing my best#drunk#night out#protective erestor#librarian/journalist au
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The American roommate experiment has me all kinds of weepy tho that could be the vodka but either way solid 7.5/10 I recommend!
#and now we get the yikes I am so alone moment#anyway it’s midnight and I’m drunk so it’s time for bed#shut up tara
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anti-social
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summery: what matt was really doing instead of attending tara yummys party
warnings: smut!!! um car sex, p in v, thigh riding, dom!matt, not proofread
a/n: kinda ditched u guys for a week hopefully this makes up for it ily
love, sienna <3
parties were not your scene in any capacity.
it’s not like you’re overly introverted, but the pure chaos that comes with parties was never something that spoke to you—and oh my god getting hit on by a bunch of gross men added to your discernment towards the large, alcohol fuelled events.
this all being said, you’re also an influencer in LA and that comes with a territory that was unfamiliar to you when you first moved to the sunny state.
it’s difficult to get your name out there in a space filled with people just like you, people hungry for any form of relevance they can gather from their peers.
for whatever reason, influencer parties were a way to get yourself out there, creating more opportunity for youtube collaborations and just overall friendships.
real friends aren’t easy to come by out here, too many people becoming easily blinded by an amount of recognition and it’s easy to become fake—especially when you see friendships as transactional.
this was your least favourite part of LA, the part that was more different than anything else you’d experienced back home.
regardless of all the cons you could continue to list for LA parties, they were needed and encouraged by your manager, so you went, more often than you’d like to.
like tonight.
a few weeks ago one of your friends in the space, Tara, invited you to her one million celebration along with her birthday party and it’s not something you could pass up, so you RSVP’d instantly.
you first interacted with the girl when a few of your fans began telling you how funny of a duo you two would be together, and she dm’d you not long after.
she was real. amongst all the fake in this city she was very much herself, and she took you under her wing as you navigated this new lifestyle which you were eternally grateful for.
the one thing you did opt out of was going in the party bus to the party, if you were going to have a fun night you needed peace and calm right before you entered the chaotic headspace.
it takes a while for you to get ready, spending special time on your makeup and hair in order to present yourself properly—plus, it’s a tara yummy party, you sort’ve have to go all out.
you finish getting completely ready, giving yourself a moment to look in the mirror— it’s safe to say you feel stupid.
sporting a small dark red lace camisole and a black leather mini skirt along with chunky black boots that cut off just below your knee is completely out of character for you but that’s not necessarily a bad thing for a night like tonight.
if you stand here too long hyper analyzing the whole outfit you’ll inevitably change into something more you, so you’re quick to throw on an oversized leather jacket and head out of your apartment.
the uber ride is short lived because of the surprising lack of traffic littering the well lit streets.
soon enough you were at the venue, the loud music pouring through the small spaces in the door frame. you sigh, taking in one last moment of silence before opening the door and engulfing yourself in the complete chaos of a tara yummy party.
if the sound wasn’t overwhelming enough, the bright lights flashing throughout the space took the cake for what caused you the most grief.
it was a conscious decision to come pretty late, the later you come the less people are gonna ask why you’re not drinking, most of them distracted by the alcohol that pools in their kale-filled stomachs.
as you walk in you look around for familiar faces but struggle to see anyone you actually know, opting to grab a soda and lean against a random wall—people watching was a skill that definitely came easy to you.
drunk people were annoying to an extent, sure, but part of you envied the care free nature of it all, and as long as they weren’t pressuring you to take shots you actually preferred it to completely sober interactions.
its hard to hear anything in this environment, screams and music fully encapsulating your body, but soon enough you hear a mumble to your left.
you immediately turn your head, detaching the drink from your lips to look at the figure who’s standing next to you.
you’re sure you’ve seen him before, but the lack of proper lighting or a name to the face leaves you lost for a real identity.
“sorry what did you say?” you yell over the music, leaning in slightly to the boy next to you, your ears now focused on whatever words may leave his mouth.
he leans in too. “is that a rootbeer?” he inquires and a smile forms on your face.
part of you was worried his only plan was to hit on you, or make fun of you for something out of your control, but the innocence of the question was endearing. “it is, it’s my favourite drink ever, i could have so many and never get sick of it”
he smiles, sipping on his drink that looks all too familiar. “mine too. how do you know tara?” he yells again.
“i met her a few months ago for a collab and we just sorta clicked, im not too good at the whole influencer thing” you laugh a little to yourself at your self deprecating humour. “what about you? you look familiar”
“i only met her a few days ago, me and my brothers do youtube and everyone wanted a collab so we’ve just been hanging out” he replies, fingernails making their way in between his lips.
“oh fun! i’m y/n by the way” you reach your hand out to shake his.
it’s hard to ignore the tension that forms from a simple handshake. “Matt” he says simply, introducing himself.
you’re hands linger for a moment longer before you remind yourself to pull away from his grasp.
his eyes take a moment to dart down at your silhouette taking in the sight of you as your own gaze focuses on your surroundings, completely oblivious to the way Matt’s licking his lips—he can’t think about anything else but you.
the random girl he saw standing alone at a party filled with annoying people holding up camera, holding his favourite drink. “so are you from here?” he says, breaking open the tension.
you let out a small sigh of relief, it was always easier for you to talk to people that carried the conversation, especially when they look as good as he does. “no i just moved here a little less than a year ago?” you question momentarily to yourself. “i’m from Boston”
his eyes widen at your statement. “no way, me too” he smiles, running his ring covered hand through his hair.
it’s impossible not to stare at least a little bit, his fingers could genuinely put you in a trance—how good you’re sure he is with them, how much of your throat they could cover-
you can’t get ahead of yourself, these are thoughts you need to keep in the comfort of your own home.
“do you wanna give me your number? maybe we could continue this conversation when we can actually hear each other?” you ask, a sudden boldness coursing through your veins.
“sure id like that” he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, but before he can even hand it to you a familiar hand is dragging you into the crowd.
“you need to loosen up y/n its a tara yummy party cmonnnn” tara groans, fully encapsulating you in dancing bodies before you can even look back at Matt.
you shake it off, forgetting about the cute boy and refocusing on not looking like an idiot in front of so many people.
dancing is definitely a lot easier when you realize no one cares what you’re doing, and when you like the song that’s playing.
so you let loose as tara suggested, arms swaying in the air while you grin looking at your friend, your hands taking turns groping your sides as your hips move to the rhythm of the music.
for once you feel confident, hot even.
not a care in the world because it’s just you—and the brunette boy who’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, entranced in your dancing without your knowledge.
you’re actually having fun, singing along to numerous songs on the dance floor alongside influencers who are all wasted out of their minds.
for a moment, through the loud music and the abundance of shining lights you feel a hand place itself on your lower back with a sense of firmness that made you shutter.
before you can even fully turn around, you establish that it’s Matt’s hand based on the way he leans into your neck, speaking in your ear. “back doors in 5” he walks away, his fingers lingering on your bare back longer than you knew what to do with.
what changed?
Matt was a cute nervous guy who loves rootbeer and now he’s whispering your ears and turning you on without even looking at you.
you watch him walk away, joining the mess of a crowd and getting completely lost out of your sight.
5 minutes.
you just have to act completely normal for five more minutes and then your casually meeting up with some guy you just met.
this kinda thing usually fills your stomach with anxiety and fear of the unknown, but right now? you’re more excited than you’ve ever been.
thoughts of Matt flooded your brain and soon enough the five minutes were up, it’s safe to say you walked through the crowd a little faster than normal, eager to see what the boy had in store.
after what feels like forever you get to the back door, the brunette no where to be seen.
you feel like an idiot, getting your hopes up for some youtuber who probably just had fun messing with your innocence, toying with it like a fucking slinky.
after what you consider to be a desperate amount of waiting at the door you give up, the last thing you are is a lost puppy awaiting its owner’s arrival.
you let out a small sigh of disappointment, trying to ignore the lump in your throat that forms as you make your way back into the crowd.
before you get far, you bump into someone who’s practically running through the open space cluttered with people dancing, a light sting entering your shoulder. “what the fuck is your problem?” you say, a little more pissed off after you got stranded.
this is until you make eye contact with the body you collided with, a familiar set of blue eyes looking down at you. “i’m sorry i was coming i swear but Chris needed me for something and-“
“you’re okay, i just thought you left me” you smile grabbing his shoulders to stabilize his rapid thoughts that are clearly over taking him.
he lets out a breath of air, smiling back at you but still licking his lips with a sense of hunger that made you melt beneath his gaze.
“let’s go, yeah?” he places his hand in your own and begins to lead you out of the venue. in all actuality you shouldn’t be leaving with him, but he’s hot and he’s kind and the way his voice puts you in a trance has you needing him in ways unfathomable.
it’s a short walk to outside but you immediately feel better with the fresh air entering your lungs, your chest expanding the moment you leave the sweaty party space.
Matt seemed to feel the same relief, you can also see him a lot better now, the street lights illuminating his face making you realize just how attractive he is.
you weren’t even entirely sure what his plans were, but being anywhere but that party was all you needed. “i hate parties so much” you say, beginning to walk along the sidewalk, most likely walking to his car parked somewhere on the street.
“me too, my brothers are always convincing me to go to them but it’s actually my worst nightmare” he replies, hands placed in his pockets as you walk.
“how many brothers do you have?” you ask.
he smiles, as if the mere thought of his family was enough to bring him joy. “i have three but i’m a triplet actually”
“no way!” you grab ahold of his shoulder, an excited habit of yours that you haven’t been able to kick. “that’s so fun i wish”
he presses the key fob latched onto his jeans by a clip and you see an suv unlock ahead of you as you walk, its lights brightening up the space around the vehicle.
you open the door to the passenger seat, the boy walking around to enter the driver seat. “do you have anywhere you wanna go?” he asks, looking at you as you buckle your seat belt.
“anywheres fine with me i just could not be at that party any more” you reply, now fully situated and earning a nod from Matt.
it’s tight street parking and it definitely will not be easy for him to pull out, but he turns on music, mac miller now playing softly through the speaker as he reaches his arm back behind your seat to back out.
you try to focus on anything else, but the way his hand grips the gear causing his veins to become more defined has you shifting in your seat, subconsciously trying to relieve the tension forming between your legs. “i like your rings” you say shyly, failing to mention the ways you want to feel the cold metal inside of you.
“yeah?” what you don’t know is the way his pants are straining from the sight of your plush thighs squeezing together on his leather seats, how badly he wants to be in between them. “i like em too”
you cough, trying to mask the way his words made you feel. “how come you don’t like parties?”
he checks over his shoulder, changing lanes before turning into a park parking lot. “i’m a little anti social when it comes to that kinda stuff”
“just social with me then?” you ask, hoping to keep this conversation going in the right direction.
he scoffs with a smile on his face, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs slightly as he makes himself comfortable. “yeah just you”
it’s silent for a second, you let different responses to matt’s words linger in your head before finally speaking, your own seat belt now unbuckled as well. “what made me so approachable?” you lean into him slightly, placing your elbow on the centre console and holding your chin up by your hand.
he holds your eye contact, leaning in slightly closer. “well at first it was your smile” he lifts his hand to trace along your jaw, you immediately swallow the lump in your throat.
“then it was how you look in that skirt” his hand makes its way to your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he mumbles.
“and then” he leans in now, lips aligned with your ear. “it was the way your hands traced over your own body, how desperately you wanted me to see you like that, how desperately i wanted those hands to be mine” his left hand grazes over your bare leg, lightly swaying it back and forth causing you to shiver.
he doesn’t break eye contact once. “Matt please” you beg, not specifying what it is that you need from him.
“what do you want?” his lips make contact with your neck, placing soft kisses along every sensitive spot. you bite your lip to drown out any pathetic whimpers that threaten to leave your mouth, the sensation of the neck kisses alone have you soaked.
you breath pretty heavily, focused on the way his cold rings threaten to make their way to your inner thighs as he speaks. “i want-“ his thumb places a teasing pressure to your clothed aching clit. “i want those hands to be yours”
“there you go, wasn’t so hard was it?” he teases, your legs spreading apart subconsciously, your core begging to be touched.
but he continues his slow movements, his mouth now working its way to your bare collarbone, your back arching into his delicate touch.
before his lips can make their way to you chest you stop him, your finger interfering with his actions, guiding his face up to yours. “kiss me please” you whisper, begging for a sense of intimacy and innocence.
he smiles, breaking his tough guy persona slightly as he leans in to meet his lips to yours. somehow, although you were strangers a mere hour ago, it feels comfortable.
the comfort switches to passion quickly, his hand squeezing your thigh as your tongue slides into his mouth.
it’s short lived before he’s leaning out of the kiss and moving his seat back in one motion, legs spread with room for you on top. he motions for you to come over but for whatever reason your mentally stuck in your seat, frozen in fear at the realization of what’s happening.
“don’t act all shy now baby c’mere” his hands place a light pressure to the sides of your hips guiding you over the console and onto his thigh.
you look down at him, smiling like a goof because you’re on top of a hot boy in a parking lot. “hi”
your arms find solitude on his shoulder to balance yourself, his hands still on your hips as his thigh bone has you weak on top of him.
he keeps one hand on your lower back, the other reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, fully taking in the sight above him. “you’re so beautiful”
your eyes widen at the sentence, taking compliments was never easy for you especially not in this setting. “okay stop” you push him slightly, breaking eye contact to avoid getting flustered.
he turns your chin forcing you to look at him again, leaning into your face. “you are beautiful” he kisses you before you can even deny it. his fingers are quick to toy with the hem of your small shirt, the same shirt that had his mouth watering earlier—the same shirt your delicate fingers ran over as you danced.
“lift” he mumbles, causing you to lift up your arms without a second thought, completely forgetting that you made the decision to not wear a bra tonight.
the look in his eyes is one of pure hunger, your chest displayed right in his eye-line, it takes everything in him to fight back a small moan from the sight alone.
he places a few more teasing kisses along your collarbone while his hands make small circles on your exposed chest. “are you gonna use me to get yourself off pretty girl?” he asks, now taking on hand to guide your hips, rocking them on his thigh with a smirk on his face.
you just nod, too embarrassed to say the words out loud and his mouth immediately makes contact with your left nipple, using the tip of his tongue to lap around the bud. without further hesitation you begin to grind your hips into his leg, his hands now pulling up your skirt lightly to allow more movement.
the consistent pressure of his upper thigh on your clothed clit has you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see your face as it’s riddled with looks of pleasure.
his hand continues to guide your hips onto him, your fingers interlaced in his hair as let you out muffled moans into his neck. his lips can’t help but form a smirk as the pace of your hips increases, the pleasure building in your stomach at the continues sensation. “such a fucking slut for me, getting off on some strangers thigh” he mumbles, his hands grabbing your ass, squeezing it under the skirt.
you squeeze your legs around his thigh, body chasing more pressure as the pleasure continues to roll through your hips. at this point your a moaning mess, as embarrassed as you are you physically can’t hold back. “mmh fuck matt”
the whiny words leaving your mouth have an effect on his that he wasn’t expecting, his length only increasing at the sound of your noises. he shifts you up slightly, selfishly placing your clothed core on his own center, the buldge giving you something to grind on. “fuck just like that there you go”
he fights back his own moans, still using his hands to force you closer on to him, your pace going faster as a familiar throbbing in your clit signals your closeness. “i’m-“ you let out yet another moan. “close”
Matt lifts his hips slightly, his bulge hitting you exactly where you needed, your legs squeezing around him as you reach you high, his hands not stopping the motion once as your fingers pull on his hair. “okay okay” you sigh, out of breath and exhausted.
you kiss him again, it’s safe to say you’re addicted to it and he definitely does not mind, what he doesn’t expect though is your hand that cups his bulge mid kiss, causing his open to open slightly, unable to kiss you back at the sensation of your hand on him. “fuck don’t tease me baby”
you giggle slightly at how easily you were able to make him fold. “you gonna ride me or what?”
you don’t even answer, instead your lips find comfort in kissing his neck while his hands make their way back to your chest, your nipples completely hardened above him, his hot breath making you squirm under his closeness.
he takes his shirt off and you can’t help but stare for a moment, the vast amount of tattoos are a turn on you didn’t know applied to you. “stop staring and do something” he demands, causing you to unbutton his pants and slide the down slightly, just enough to spring his length free.
you waste no time spreading the pre cum on his tip causing him to shutter slightly. “cmon baby you know what to do”
deep down you know you could give in, you know you could immediately sink onto him and give him what he wants—but that’s no fun.
so instead you time your time, running his tip along your underwear so that you can still receive a small amount of pleasure from your teasing, licking a stripe along his jaw.
what you weren’t expecting was Matt’s hand interfering, sliding your underwear to the side and immediately inserting himself into your center, thrusting upwards without giving you a chance to adjust. “if you’re gonna act like a brat you’re gonna get fucked like one”
you can even mumble out a reply, the feeling of his length hitting your g-spot repeatedly at a speed you have yet to experience has you practically biting his shoulder, squeezing onto his sides as his pace doesn’t let once.
the sight of your tits bouncing up and down with every thrust is enough to make Matt crazy, and the combination of your moans, he could be here like this forever—but he can’t because the way you rolled your hips on his clothed dick already almost made him cum, and him inside of you? he won’t last.
you’re close too but still unable to speak coherent sentences, Matt’s hand sliding down in between your bodies to play with you clit while his thrusts continue.
you are fucked out of your mind to say the very least, eyes rolled back, toes circling, just gone.
lifting your head, you make eye contact with him, the sight of his face that’s currently lost in pleasure is enough to send you over the edge, his fingers still gliding along your puffy clit as he fills you up.
this time he’s the one leaning in for a kiss. “you’re amazing” he mumbles, fully encapsulating your lips with his own once more.
it’s peaceful like this for a moment, soft kisses being shared back and forth, music still playing through the speakers—this is until you hear a phone ring.
Matt’s getting a facetime call. “fuck” he mutters, reaching for his phone to see his brothers contact photo. “just be quiet please?” you nod, smiling slightly.
he answers the call for a quick moment, a camera on the other end pointing at his face temporarily. he simply assures his brothers that he’ll be back to pick them up and he hangs up as soon as possible. “sorry” he leans into your neck, kissing softly.
you just laugh in return. “it’s okay we did kinda ditch everyone”
“i’d do it again in a heart beat” he smiles into you, completely let go of his intense demeanour from earlier.
you trace small lines on his chest, his hands laying softly on your sides. “i still need your number” you mumble, biting your lip as you look at the boy.
“you think?” he teases, grabbing his phone and going to the phone app.
“fuck off Matt”
a/n: i cannot end fics for the life of me and im too lazy to proofread this! @luv4kozume respectfully it’s time for you to write❤️
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Allow me to rave for just a minute about Gale’s kiss scene in the epilogue.
First, there’s Gale’s gentle teasing of Tav, which we can all universally agree is magnificent, outstanding, exceptional, top-notch.
Then there’s The Boop™️. Something so perfect you could show it to an alien life form with absolutely zero understanding of human emotions or love, and it would still say, '…that’s the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.’
But the part that I truly love the most (and that I don’t see mentioned often) is this right here:
I love that after Gale’s tease, Tav leans in for what they think will be a quick little kiss, but the minute their lips touch Gale’s, he’s so completely love-drunk he’s pulling them in for a makeout session.
Words aren’t necessary. Gale doesn’t feel like he has to ask or flatter or charm Tav first; he knows he can just reach out and his love will be reciprocated.
This is the result of Gale finally having a partner that lets his needs and his wants and his desires be met. He’s confident and secure enough in Tav’s love to know that he can just kiss them with a defenseless, honest passion, and he’ll get the same in return, because they love him for him.
Plus, the little sway/dance he does while kissing Tav!? He’s bursting with so much happiness he can’t contain himself.
I just. Love it. SO much.
And I am 100% sure this happens ALL THE TIME.
Professor Dekarios is late for his morning class again? He hasn’t even left his home yet, he’s still kissing his spouse goodbye.
Gale’s spending an evening with his friends at the Yawning Portal and suddenly they’re wondering where he went? He spotted Tav doing some shopping nearby and left to give his love a “quick peck on the cheek.” It’s been 40 minutes.
Elminster himself stops by to meet Gale to go to lunch? He finds Tara waiting for him, tail swishing in annoyance as she says, “Please do sit down and get comfortable. Gale will be awhile.”
Elminster just laughs. Is Gale caught up working on a spell? Got his nose in a book? He’s used to waiting on the boy, he’ll probably just be a few minutes more.
Tara: “He’s saying goodbye to Tav.”
Elminster: Sighs, takes off his hat, sits down.
And one final observation that sets my heart ablaze: remember when Gale told Tav at the Netherbrain battle, “I hope that wasn’t our last kiss. I’d take a thousand more if I could.” Just look at Gale pulling Tav in for those extra kisses; he’s already started counting. ❤️
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heyy i love how well written your works are, and i was wondering if there could be another tara carpenter x gp reader?? an enemies to lovers kinda thing, smut/fluff but it is totally up to you!! thankss❤️
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Tara Carpenter x gp!reader
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A/n: thank you!! also kind of a combination of this request and a prompt in this request
Warnings: reader has a penis, hate fuck? i think?, bottom!T, top!R, explicit sex, implication of breeding kink, teasing (lots of it), unprotected sex (your pullout game is weak), implication of alcohol consumption, no ghostface au
MINORS DNI!!
Tara hates three things in her life. You, hairless cats, and soggy bread. In that order too
She could handle hating hairless cats and soggy bread, but you? You were in Tara’s friend group. Tara hated you and to make matters worse, she was the only one that did
You were nerdy like Wes and Ethan, quick-witted and funny like Mindy and Amber, athletic like Chad, charismatic like Quinn, protective like Sam, and (allegedly) nice like Anika. You had nearly every one of her friends best traits, but Tara knew why she didn’t like you. You were really fucking annoying
Along with all of your positive traits, you were loud and obnoxiously social. Not that Tara was antisocial or anything, but god you were on a whole other level. It was mildly infuriating how you could go to a party you knew nobody at and somehow come out with more friends than you started with
All those people and you decided Tara was the one you’d annoy. A nudge to her shoulder made Tara look up from where she was putting her head down
“You look like shit” The brunette doesn’t respond and puts her head back down on the table
“Sam tase someone without your permission again?” Tara could practically hear the smirk in your voice
“Please for the love of god shut the fuck up. Your voice is the last thing I need to hear today”
“Woah, someone’s mad” You stick out your tongue in response at the glare Tara sends your way
“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carpenter”
Tara abruptly leaves the lecture room. You think you really fucked up this time, but let out a breath of relief when you see that Tara didn’t grab her things. She was probably going to the bathroom to escape you. Which, who would ever want to escape you?
Apparently not Tara because she’s back in her seat just a few minutes before the lecture starts
“Aspirin?” You grab the bottle from a pocket in your bag, shaking it next to her
“You have Aspirin laying around?”
“Anika told me you were at a party, I figured it’s the least I could do”
“You’re trying to drug me, aren’t you?”
“If I was trying to drug you, I would’ve offered it to you at the end of class”
“Why weren’t you at the party?” Tara asks, taking the bottle from you hands and shaking out two tablets before downing them with some water
“Missed me?”
“Nope, just surprised you weren’t blackout drunk”
“Good to know you think highly of me. I was studying, thank you”
“You? Study?” Tara scoffs
“Don’t act like the idea is so out of this world”
“Right, because last time I remember you passing up a party was because your betta fish died and you forced all of us to have a funeral for him at the park”
“Trout’s death is not one to be made fun of!”
Before Tara can respond, the professor starts talking and the lesson begins. Unfortunately her head is still kind of throbbing with only mildly wanting to throw up. She had to accept she wasn’t going to get anything done until that Aspirin kicked in. Especially when she can feel you staring at her
The class goes as smoothly as it can and you notice Tara hasn’t made an effort to even try to take notes. The lesson eventually ends and when everyone gets up, the brunette begrudgingly does too
You bump your shoulders together and Tara glares at you with enough power you actually manage to feel fear for a split second until you realize it’s Tara. The girl was like two apples tall. Two and a half on a good day
The brunette doesn’t realize you were handing her a paper so you physically have to place it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion
“What is this?”
“Notes, you need them”
“I’m not buying you Raising Canes if that’s what you want”
“Since I’m such a good friend, I’ll give it to you free of charge. Just make sure to bring it back with minimal damage”
“You’re not gonna make me Paypal you fifty bucks?” Tara doesn’t have any classes for the next few hours so you two made a point to walk to your next class. She didn’t know how it started, but you were okay to talk to when you weren’t being annoying
“In my defense, Trout recently died”
“We buried him in the fucking park, I don’t think that costs money”
“It was condolence money. I made everyone pay and I think it was pretty genius”
“I really do wonder how you still have friends”
//-//
Someone knocks on the door of you and Anika’s apartment. When you realize your roommate is probably listening to music that was too loud to be healthy, you get up from your very comfortable bed
You don’t remember ordering food and you’re pretty sure Anika didn’t invite Mindy over, so the person behind the door was probably just the nice old lady across the hall that made cookies for everyone
For better or for worse, you’re met with a Tara Carpenter that’s caught off guard when you open the door. Tara usually sees you in well put together outfits so you can only imagine her surprise when she sees you wearing boxers that outlined your cock and a hoodie that barely covered it up
“Eyes are up here- What brings you to the Mojo Dojo Casa House?”
“Can’t you just let me in?” Tara’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Thank god you just glossed over… it
“It’s protocol you identify yourself and state why you’re here” You lean on the doorframe, actively blocking the entrance to your apartment. Tara knew this was a losing battle and hated how you looked hot while winning
“Anika and I have a project we need to work on”
“You didn’t identify yourself” you’re wearing that same dumbass smirk you have after telling a horrible joke
“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”
“Unfortunately I don’t think we know any Tara Fucking Carpenters. Guess you can’t come in” you shrug
“God give me patience.” Tara rubs at her temples like you’re giving her a headache
“Isn’t it god give me strength?”
“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”
“Point taken, but you still need a password”
“You didn’t say anything about a password!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re the real Tara or not. Say a fact about me only the real Tara would know”
The brunette pretends to think for a moment, even putting her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for effect. When she notices you’re starting to get suspicious of her antics Tara pushes you though the door, successfully getting in without a password or confirmation
You stumble back almost like a cartoon character and you can hear Tara let out a small laugh. You can see the dimples on her cheeks whe she tries to cover it up with her hand
“Nika, your friend’s here!” You lead Tara to Anika’s room, making sure to knock loudly while Tara’s busy either checking you out or trying to blow you up with her mind. It’s unclear, but you have to lean towards the latter
“Isn’t Tara your friend too?” Your roommate opens the door, headphones around her neck
“No.”
“Yes.” Both of you say in unison. The look you give each other is almost comical with how Tara’s glaring while you’re smiling. Anika stares blankly between you two and it eventually starts to make more sense
“Stop eye fucking each other, we have work to do” Anika pulls Tara into her room. You shrug, heading off to probably yell at ten year olds on Fortnite or something
“We were not eye fucking” the shorter girl huffs, sitting on Anika’s bed
“I literally opened my door and thought you two were about to make out”
“I didn’t expect to get interrogated when I came here!” Tara flops onto her back, covering her eyes and trying (and failing) to stop the red that dusted her cheeks
“Whatever, I’ll get you to crack later”
“Kill yourself.”
//-//
Tara doesn’t understand what she’s feeling when she sees some random girl grind against you
It’s like that one scene in Euphoria when Maddy and Nate stare each other down at the school dance, except you were looking far more more bored. That is, until you see Tara glaring at both of you
Like a switch turned on, you’re suddenly more interested in the girl. You encourage her grinding with a hand kneading her hip, using your other hand to take a sip of your drink. And just like Maddy, she’s tempted to find Chad to do the same to you. She doesn’t.
Tara fucking hated you. But she also needed you now.
Making you jealous would take too long. In theory she had the time, but her hunger to taste you was making her do things she would’ve never thought of before. One of those things being grabbing your hand and leading you away from any girl that tried to even look at you.
The girl who was grinding on you calls her a bitch among other things, but Tara knows it’s worth it when she sees you smile at her like she’s your entire world. Because she was your entire world
She leads you into an empty guest bedroom of the house, locking the door before getting close enough to you she can smell the alcohol in your breath
“What’s all this about, Tar?” You grin. Tara doesn’t know if she wants to kiss or slap that smirk right off of your annoying face
“You know what this is fucking about.”
“Do I? I think you should spell it out for me.”
“You know, I’ve had it with your attitude.” Tara jabs a finger at your chest, the back of your knees hitting the end of the bed. In one motion you sit down and bring Tara down with you. You make her sit on your cock
“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking hot when you’re mad?” You smile, finding the blush on Tara’s cheeks absolutely adorable
“Only you.”
“Good. How about we keep it that way, baby?”
“You’re so annoying.” The brunette cups your face with both of her hands, your lips fitting together like they were always meant to
“I know I am” You say in between kisses, your hands finding their way up Tara’s shirt, kneading the spot right under her boob. She forces your hand to stimulate her nipple, eliciting a moan from her mouth
“You’re so pretty, Tar. I can’t believe only I get to see you get all hot and bothered” You smile breathlessly
“Fuck. S-Stop talking like that or you’ll make me like you” Biting a hickey on Tara’s neck, you take of her shirt and her bra in a flurry of heat
“I bet you’ll like me even more when you’re bouncing on my cock” You force Tara to grind on the bulge in your pants, earning you a small whimper that makes you smile
“C’mon, all you have to do is admit you like me and I’ll fuck you better than anyone has” It should be considered torture how much you were teasing Tara. You were biting hickeys on her neck, playing with her nipples, all while a few layers of fabric were the only barriers between your dick and her pussy. Fuck you knew how to overstimulate a girl
Laying Tara on on the bed, you could really tease the brunette better in this position. You can feel the Tara’s wetness through her soaked panties, and you’re sure she can feel the pre-cum leak out of your cock. Your hands are on her hips as if you were thrusting, yet you deny her and your pleasure for the sake of being an ass
“Don’t you want me to ruin you for anyone else? I promise I’ll stretch you out so good no other guys’ cock can fill you up like me.”
“Fuck you. I hate you, you’re s-such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Tara reaches for anything she can hold onto, your arms being the nearest thing
“I can think ways you could ‘hate’ me even more” You smile when Tara reaches to take off her panties but you find her hands first. You intertwine your hands together and the action is so soft Tara almost forgets about the situation she’s in. Almost
“Whenever I masturbate I think of you, did you know that? God, sometimes I have these hookups and all I can think about is you cumming around my cock”
Tara thinks it’s embarrassing how she’s about to cum just by your sickeningly sweet voice and the constant friction between you two. Tara also thinks she’d rather die than miss an opportunity of a lifetime.
Sure you were a cocky pain in the ass, but you were her cocky pain in the ass.
“Fuck- I admit it! I think you’re the hottest fucking person in the world. I like you.” Tara looks straight into your eyes, and the smile reserved only for her makes another appearance
“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”
“I still hate you.” You unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your jeans with watchful eyes. You pull down your boxers just enough so that your cock springs out, making Tara’s mouth water. Fuck you were big
Pulling Tara’s panties to the side, she’s dripping wet when you swipe your finger across her slit
“Fuck- (Y-Y/n)” Tara sings when you lick up her juices with your tongue. She buries her hands in your hair, bringing you closer to her dripping cunt. You moan at her taste and the vibrations are almost enough to get Tara to cum. Almost
You rise to your knees, lining up your dripping cock with the shorter girls dripping pussy. You decide to be evil and rub your dick against her slit before easing your tip into her hole. It was infuriating how slow you were going and Tara remembers why she hated you in the first place
Tara’s whining and whimpering under you and you can’t remember a time where you’ve been happier than in this moment
Tara on the other hand, has never hated you more in her life than in this moment
The younger Carpenter decides to be bold when she grabs your shirt and forces you forward. You’re caught off guard and over half of your cock finds itself nestled tightly in her pussy as you catch yourself with your arms
“Y-You’re sneaky, aren’t ‘cha” With your face so close to hers, Tara realizes you’re as much of a victim to your teasing as she is. She can tell it’s taking everything inside of you not to fuck her raw until your dick is limp and Tara’s legs are sore
“You can go fast. I can handle it, baby” Tara cups your face with her hand, stroking your cheek with such softness like you aren’t literally lodged into her cunt like a dog in heat
With that confirmation, you give Tara a peck on the lips and buck your hips in such a way you hit that spongey spot inside of her
The sound of skin slapping is louder than the blasting music downstairs, but your grunting and Tara’s moaning combined are louder than both. Thank god the owner of the house was your friend because you don’t know if you could come out of that room if this is what Tara sounded like
“Fuck- I’m close” You say a little too breathlessly for your liking
“Don’t p-pull out.” The shorter girl uses your shirt as leverage to keep you inside of her. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion
“T-Too messy, don’t feel like cleaning up.” Tara answers between moans like she can read your mind
The familiar heat you’re so used to finally snaps. Wrapping her legs around yours, you cum with almost a guttural whine. Your orgasm is enough for Tara to have hers and you fuck her through it, making sure none of your cum drips out of her hole
You pull out and a few dribbles of your semen flow out of her cunt. You plug her pussy with your fingers and Tara is far too sensitive to handle it
“D-Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Tara jokes, but all air in her lungs leave when you let out a laugh of your own
“I’ve got all night, love.”
Tara has to remember to make you buy her a morning after pill.
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Carpenter headcanons, part 2
Part 1, Part 3, Part 4
Tara was a sickly child. Born early, weak lungs, there were a few times in her childhood where they almost lost her. It made her family over protective of her. Sam especially. Sam had friends at school, but her best friend was her baby sister, so by default her friend group consisted of her babysitting squad. Tara started school a year late due to this.*
Tara doesn't know about Sam's hallucinations. She knows she goes to therapy. She knows she takes medication. She's even spied the bottle on the bathroom counter before, picked it up and read the long and complicated name she can't pronounce. But she doesn't look it up. That feels a step too far. When her own start, she keeps them hidden, ashamed and scared. She doesn’t want to cause more problems for Sam.
Their father left in December 2010, several days after Tara's 8th birthday. Christmas was weird that year. Her father was missing. And her mother giggled a lot like she was happy but her voice was always angry and she wouldn't stop yelling at Sam. And her sister kept pushing her away and then pulling her back in. She even yelled at Tara. She'd never done that before, it had scared her. That had started her mother off again, and Tara had quickly made her escape upstairs to cry quietly into the soft wolf toy Sam had gotten her for her birthday.
The only person who's allowed to be mad or upset at Sam is Tara. If anyone else gets upset with her, Tara will go off talking about how wonderful Sam is and everything she's done for others. Unfortunately, Tara's opinion of her is the only one that matters to Sam. She can deal with the rest of the world hating her, but she can't stand it when Tara is upset with her.
Sam is Tara's role model, her hero, the person she aspires to be half as strong as. Sam is blind to this, she misses all the ways they’re alike, too caught up in all the ways they’re different: the way her little sister is so good with people, kind and caring, and how everyone can’t help but fall in love with her, the way Sam did the very first moment she laid eyes on her, huddled in her mothers arms in that hospital bed. She knows Tara is strong and stubborn and independant and snarky and knows just how to cut with words alone, and it makes her so proud to be her sister. It never occurs to her that Tara learnt all that from her.
*I also played with the idea that Tara was pulled out of school for a year after her father left because she wasn't coping, but ultimately I went with her just starting a year later than she should, because it makes more sense for her friend group situation.
#/mp#Scream#Sam Carpenter#Tara Carpenter#scream headcanon tag#the mother being giggly is me saying she was drunk off her arse
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