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[halfmoonaria]

unanswered II

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: tara finally comes to her senses.

word count: 6k

author’s note: sorry for the wait guys! might be forgiven tho since i claimed this was 4k words but it ended up with 6k.

i tried to include all your suggestions so i hope you like it

Tara had been blocked.

You had blocked her.

Though, it didn't hit her all at once. The first few minutes, she thought you were just asleep, it had been late when she had texted you after all.

Maybe you needed space after what Tara had said a few nights before, and she couldn't blame you for that.

Yet she still tried texting you, each one more desperate than the last. They were all small messages, apologies wrapped in awkward words that probably didn't mean much for anyone but her.

At first, Tara chalked it up to bad timing, bad service, something.

You had to see her messages eventually, right? So she kept sending them. But there was still no reply. Then, the doubt crept in.

Maybe you were ignoring her.

That thought weighed heavily on her, but she didn't stop.

She was still convinced there had to be an explanation. You always stayed. Even when things were at their worst, when she screwed up time and time again, you stayed.

But something was different this time. She felt it.

Then she noticed the green bubbles. The messages weren't delivering.

Her stomach had dropped. It wasn't bad service. It wasn't bad timing. You had cut her off completely.

Her thumb hovered over your contact, thinking about calling, but she stopped. What was the point? You wouldn't answer.

You were done with her.

She stared at her phone for longer than she should have, as if willing it to change.

But it didn't.

The reality sank in, slow and suffocating. You were gone.

For the first time, she wasn't the one walking away, and the absence of you—your presence, your texts, your warmth—was a hole Tara hadn't even realized she relied on.

It wasn't like she hadn't expected it after everything that had happened.

You always had a way of catching her when she messed up, but things seemed to smooth over eventually.

She never really had to confront her mistakes because you stayed, no matter how many times she got it wrong. Now, though, there was nothing.

Tara wasn't used to this. Sure, she knew she had done something wrong—pushing you away, keeping you in this weird limbo while she figured herself out—but she hadn't thought it would lead to you cutting her off.

Blocking her, even.

That had never happened before. No matter how many times she messed up, you had always been there, willing to pick up the pieces, and things just... worked.

She hadn't even realized how much she relied on your presence until it was gone.

For the first time, she was completely alone. No Amber, no you. Just silence.

———

Tara woke up the next morning with a strange sense of hope. She half expected to see the messages had been delivered, that maybe you'd unblocked her while she was asleep. Maybe it was all just a mistake. You wouldn't really cut her off, not after everything, right?

She grabbed her phone, swiping to the messages she'd sent.

Still green.

Her heart sank, the pit in her stomach deepening as she realized nothing had changed. You were serious. You weren't coming back.

When she got to school, a part of her still thought maybe you'd be there, waiting to talk like you always did, or at least watching from afar. She found herself glancing at the spots where she usually saw you, waiting for that familiar feeling of your eyes on her.

But you weren't there.

But Tara kept walking, her heart heavy as she scanned the hallways. That's when she spotted Amber, standing by her locker, waiting. The familiar feeling of longing tugged at her, but this time it wasn't as comforting as before.

Amber caught her eye and signaled for her to come over, flashing that smile Tara always fell for. Without thinking, Tara did. She walked straight into Amber's arms, letting Amber sling her arm casually around her shoulders as if nothing had changed between them.

For a brief moment, Tara felt like she had what she wanted. Amber was there, holding her close, showing everyone that she was hers—at least for today.

But there was still a heaviness in her chest, something she couldn't shake. It didn't make sense. She was with Amber now, wasn't this enough?

The thought of you crept in, uninvited.

No, it couldn't be that.

She pushed the feeling down, convincing herself that having Amber was enough.

It had to be.

That's what she told herself for the following days, trying to convince herself that Amber was enough, that this was what she wanted.

And for a while, it almost worked. Amber had been good—more attentive, more affectionate than usual—at least during the school week.

The weekends, though, were different. Parties took priority, and Amber's attention drifted.

Yet even when things were good; better than ever if you will, Tara couldn't shake the feeling lodged in her chest, that gut-wrenching discomfort that seemed to cling to her no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

The more she tried to push it down, the more it twisted inside her, leaving her uneasy.

And all of the thoughts led back to you. To Tara's own surprise.

You didn't try to search for her between classes, didn't glance in her direction when you passed her in the hallways. Nothing. Like she didn't even exist.

That was what Tara should've expected, really. After everything she'd done—after the way she'd strung you along, pushed you aside, left you waiting on the sidelines—it made sense. She had no right to expect anything different.

Tara had always been the one to call the shots, to decide when and where things stood between the two of you. Now, for the first time, the power was out of her hands.

She kept telling herself it was temporary. You'd come back—you always did. She just had to wait it out. Maybe this time it would take a little longer, but you'd be there, eventually. You had to be. So she forced herself to get used to it, to the absence, pretending she could handle the emptiness you left behind.

But what really started to get under Tara's skin wasn't just your absence or the way you seemed to move on so easily. It was seeing you with someone else.

She first noticed it during English class. You had been sitting next to some girl—someone Tara vaguely recognized but never really paid attention to before.

At first, she didn't think much of it, but as the days went on, she kept seeing the two of you together. Talking. Laughing. It wasn't just casual conversations either. You looked comfortable. Almost like you were enjoying yourself.

And as the days passed, Tara couldn't help but notice it more.

You hadn't even glanced her way in days, and yet here you were, cozying up to someone else like nothing had happened.

And every time she glanced in your direction during class, there you were, talking to her. Sometimes you'd laugh, or lean in a little closer, your body language relaxed in a way that made Tara's stomach twist.

You weren't just sitting next to each other anymore—you were... comfortable. And it wasn't just in English. She caught sight of you together in the hallways, outside the building after school.

The more she saw the two of you, the more it grated on her nerves. A sharp, simmering anger that built with each passing day.

Every smile, every shared glance between you and this girl made it harder for her to focus on Amber, even when Amber was right beside her, holding her hand or whispering in her ear.

It shouldn't have bothered her like this. It shouldn't have mattered.

You were free to talk to whoever you wanted. For all Tara knew, she was just a classmate, someone you happened to sit next to by chance.

But that didn't stop the ugly feeling from growing inside her, gnawing away at her with every interaction she witnessed.

She told herself it was nothing. That it didn't mean anything. But with every glance, every shared word between you and that girl, her anger simmered, coiling tighter until it was all she could focus on.

It wasn't jealousy, Tara told herself. It couldn't be. She had Amber, after all.

Yet there was no denying the way her chest tightened every time she saw you with her. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. You weren't supposed to matter anymore.

But somehow, you still did. Of course you did.

___

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Amber's voice broke through Tara's thoughts, cutting through the low hum of the campus.

Her tone was sharp, playful in a way that normally would've made Tara grin, but today it grated, pulling her out of the spiral she had been sinking into.

They were sitting outside, perched on one of the weathered wooden benches that lined the quad, the usual bustling energy of lunchtime fading as the crowd thinned.

Chad and Liv had disappeared first, throwing out some half-hearted excuse about "something better to do," Mindy had ditched too—not that Tara blamed her, considering she wasn't exactly Amber's biggest fan. Which left only Amber and Tara behind.

Normally, Tara would've reveled in that—the rare chance to have Amber's full attention, unshared, unchallenged by anyone else. She used to crave these moments when it was just the two of them, when Amber's eyes were only on her.

But now, Tara could barely summon the energy to care. The thrill of it had dulled, smothered under the weight of everything else she couldn't stop thinking about—of everything she couldn't feel.

Your absence hung heavy in the air, even though Amber didn't know it was there. She couldn't know.

She wouldn't have cared if she did.

Amber shifted beside her, more out of impatience than concern. "Seriously, you've been acting weird all week," she pressed, her voice tinged with frustration.

She wasn't used to Tara being so distant, and the idea that something might be slipping out of her control clearly bothered her. "What's your problem?"

Tara blinked, her mind sluggish, trying to catch up. It wasn't like she could explain it—not in any way that made sense.

How could she tell Amber that the cold shoulder she had been getting from you had thrown her completely off balance?

That it was the same cold shoulder she'd given you, over and over again, each time leaving you on the outside while she stayed wrapped up in Amber's world. How could she admit that now, when it was her on the receiving end, it felt like a punch to the gut every single time she saw you?

"I don't know," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "I'm just tired."

It was the best she could come up with, the easiest excuse, but even as the words left her lips, she knew it wasn't enough.

Amber wasn't the type to let things slide, especially not when it came to Tara. She was used to being the center of attention, the one calling the shots, and when Tara's focus wasn't on her, Amber always took notice.

"Yeah, well, you've been 'tired' for a while now," Amber snapped back, her tone cutting through the brief silence like a whip.

She didn't sound concerned, not really—just annoyed, irritated that something wasn't going her way. "Maybe you should come out with me this weekend, you know? Party with me."

Amber's suggestion hung in the air between them, and Tara hesitated. Normally, Amber didn't bother to ask.

She'd go without her, living up the night on her own, letting Tara watch it all from the sidelines. She'd see it unfold through Amber's and other people's social media—photos and videos of Amber laughing, surrounded by friends, completely absorbed in her own world.

But this time, it felt different. Tara could feel it in the way Amber's eyes lingered on her, waiting, expecting something—expecting Tara to be excited, to jump at the chance like she would've done before.

But the thought of it, the thought of pretending everything was fine, felt suffocating.

She nodded anyway, forcing herself to give Amber the answer she was waiting for, even if it felt hollow. "Yeah. Sure."

But even as the words came out, Tara felt the weight of them, heavy and wrong.

Because the truth was, none of it mattered—not the party, not Amber's fleeting attention. None of it made a dent in the gnawing ache in her chest that had started the moment you stopped looking at her.

She told herself it was fine. She could play along. She had done it before. But deep down, Tara knew that no matter how much she tried to push it down, nothing could fix this disgusting feeling.

She sat in silence for a moment longer, staring at the ground as her mind whirred with thoughts she didn't want to have.

She clenched her jaw, trying to shake the feeling, trying to make herself believe that this—Amber, the party, all of it—would be enough. It definitely would've been before, hadn't it?

But now, the weight of your absence pressed in on her from every angle, heavy and suffocating. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. It wasn't supposed to matter so much.

Amber shifted beside her, sighing loudly. "Whatever, Tara," she muttered, standing up and brushing invisible dust off her jeans. "Don't get all weird on me."

Tara barely registered her leaving. The rush of relief she might have once felt in moments like these—when Amber turned her attention elsewhere—was gone, replaced by an ache she couldn't name.

A week ago, maybe two, Tara would've called after her, almost running to catch up. She would've asked if they could get ready together, spent half an hour agonizing over what she should wear, hoping for Amber's approval.

Her mind would've spun with questions, things she'd never needed to worry about when she was around you.

What should she wear? What did Amber want her to look like? Was her hair okay down, or should she try something new? She would've sent selfies for Amber's opinion, eager for a reaction, any reaction, to reassure her that she was enough.

But now, the questions didn't come. They felt distant, buried under the weight that had settled in her chest and refused to leave. Tara didn't care what Amber thought anymore. She didn't even care what she looked like.

The weekend came sooner than she had expected, almost sneaking up on her while she drifted through the week in a haze.

Throughout the week, Tara had tried to text you. Just one message each day, nothing too desperate, nothing that screamed she was losing her mind over your silence.

But each time, the bubble turned green, and with every little notification, her hope that you might respond twisted into something bitter, something angry.

Were you with her? That girl from your English class, the one she'd seen you walking with down the hallways, laughing, your head bent close to hers like you didn't have a care in the world.

Tara's stomach knotted at the thought, her grip tightening on her phone every time she imagined the two of you together. Were you sharing the jokes you used to save just for her? Did you laugh the same way?

By the time Friday came around, the anger had wrapped itself around her chest, growing heavier each time she looked at her phone, still green, still silent.

It weighed on her as she stood in front of the mirror that night, staring at her reflection like a stranger. She had thrown on whatever was closest, not caring how it looked—not caring how she looked—and now, standing there, she could feel the frustration boiling over.

She looked terrible, and she knew it. The clothes didn't sit right, her hair was a mess, and she didn't even have the energy to fix any of it.

Normally, she'd have texted Amber for advice, asked her what to wear, how to do her makeup. They might've gotten ready together if Amber cared enough, Amber teasing her the whole time but never letting her leave the house unless she looked perfect.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tara was angry—angry at herself, at you, at the girl you were probably with right now. She felt like she was spinning, her thoughts spiraling into a million catastrophic possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Maybe she just needed to see you in person. Maybe if she could find you, look you in the eye, and tell you how she was feeling right now, you'd understand. Maybe that's what would finally break through this silence.

If she could just get you to listen, maybe if she could tell you all of it—how she didn't know what she was doing, how none of it made sense to her—you'd understand.

But would you even believe her? Would you even want to hear her out?

Without thinking twice, she pulled out her phone and typed out a message to Amber.

can't make it tonight. smth came up.

She didn't even wait for a response before throwing her phone onto the bed, her mind already somewhere else.

Part of her wanted to look you up, track you down, and talk to you face-to-face. Whether you were with someone else or just avoiding her the way she'd been avoiding you —but either way, Tara was done waiting around for you to reach out.

She stood frozen for a moment, feeling ridiculous as the thought of showing up at your house unannounced settled in.

She could already picture how stupid she'd look, standing at your door, trying to explain herself. You'd blocked her—didn't that already say everything she needed to know?

But then that other girl's face flashed in her mind, the way you laughed with her, walked next to her in the halls.

The thought of her taking you away, of her being the one you shared everything with now, twisted Tara's stomach in knots. She couldn't let that happen. Not without at least trying.

She didn't want to be too late.

Tara hated how desperate she felt, how even after everything, after you'd blocked her, she was still running after you. But she couldn't help it.

Even if she had to look you in the eye and hear you say you didn't want her anymore, she needed to know for sure. She needed to fight, because the thought of losing you to someone else was worse than any rejection you could throw at her.

With a deep breath and her hands shaking, she grabbed her jacket and keys.

Feeling stupid the whole way, she headed out the door, her heart pounding with every step she took toward your house.

___

didn't think u were weak enough to back out.

guess i was wrong.

Amber's text lit up her screen, but Tara barely glanced at it.

Normally, Amber's words usually stung, leaving Tara questioning herself, doubting everything. But tonight, they barely registered. She didn't care anymore, not about Amber's opinion or her insults.

The thought of how she'd been stringing you along—pushing and pulling, hot and cold—made her stomach twist in a way Amber's games never had.

Tara had always hated how Amber toyed with her, how she'd be there one day and gone the next, keeping Tara on a leash just long enough to never fully let go. Now, she realized, she was doing the same to you. She'd been selfish, scared, and now it was coming back to haunt her.

Amber had dragged her through the same emotional mess for so long—back and forth, never knowing where they stood—and now she had done the same to you.

It wasn't about Amber anymore. It was about you. And she wasn't going to let you slip away without at least trying.

She made it to your house almost sooner than she'd liked. The sight of your front door tightened the knot in her stomach, something she wasn't used to feeling.

Tara wasn't the nervous type—usually, she could handle herself in any situation, always sure of what she'd say or do. But now, her palms felt damp, her breath catching every time she thought of you opening that door.

She didn't know what she was going to say. Hell, she didn't even know if you'd open the door. But she had to try, even if her nerves were making her feel like a complete idiot for being there.

But she was already here, and she'd come this far—she couldn't just turn back now. She'd fought her way through every doubt to get here, and backing down wasn't an option.

Her feet felt heavy as she took each step up the walkway, the familiar creak of the wooden steps underfoot echoing louder in her ears than it ever had before.

The closer she got, the more every little detail stood out—the chipped paint on your door, the soft glow of light seeping out from the window.

She raised her hand to knock, fingers hovering just inches away, her heart pounding so loudly she wondered if you'd hear it from the other side.

Taking a deep breath, she let her knuckles tap lightly against the door, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the still night air.

It took long enough for you to answer that her thoughts had time to spiral. She knew your parents weren't home; in the little time she'd spent actually getting to know you, she'd learned that they hardly ever were.

You were probably home alone, and the idea haunted her—maybe you'd invited someone else over, maybe you weren't even alone at all, maybe you were with that girl she'd seen you with before.

By the time she heard footsteps approaching, her heart was beating so fast she almost felt sick, every possibility fighting for space in her mind.

Finally, the door swung open, and for a split second, there was a soft smile on your face.

But the moment your eyes landed on her, it vanished, replaced by something unreadable.

It wasn't anger—your expression was calm, almost neutral, yet there was a guardedness to it, like you'd been caught off guard, not entirely prepared to see her standing there.

The warmth in your eyes had dimmed, leaving something harder to read.

Tara couldn't tell if that look meant you were relieved or if she was the last person you wanted to see right now.

For a second, Tara felt so small. She knew she was short, but this was different—she'd never felt this out of place, like she was shrinking right there on your doorstep. Not since Amber.

Her fingers fidgeted, tracing over her knuckles as she tried to read you, to figure out what was going on behind that guarded expression. She barely registered the sound of her name until she heard your voice.

"Tara.. Hi."

The words hung there, making the quiet between you even heavier.

Tara didn't respond right away, too caught up in the questions swirling through her mind.

Had she interrupted something? Were you expecting someone else—someone who actually wanted to be here?

Her mind raced, flashing back to all the times you'd tried reaching out, inviting her over, and all the times she'd ignored you, too wrapped up in the momentary thrill of Amber's attention.

She hadn't let herself think about what that might've felt like for you.

And now, standing here, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was karma—that maybe you'd moved on, found someone else who didn't make you feel like a backup option. What if, after all this, she was too late?

Finally, after a moment, she managed to speak, her voice barely above a whisper, unsteady.

"Were... were you expecting somebody else?" Her words faltered, her gaze fixed on her hands as she twisted her fingers together, almost as if she could hold onto some kind of confidence.

You furrowed your brows just slightly, a small, almost confused smile pulling at the corner of your mouth as you let out a soft, breathy laugh. "No... why would I?"

Tara's mouth opened, but no words came out right away. She hadn't expected you to look so genuinely surprised, and now she felt her cheeks warming, her gaze darting down as she scrambled for something to say. Her fingers twisted together, and she forced herself to meet your eyes again, feeling silly for even bringing it up.

"I... I don't know. I just thought... maybe." Her voice was barely a whisper, and she hated how uncertain it sounded, as if she'd already given away too much. But she couldn't help it—she just had to know.

You tilted your head slightly, still wearing that soft smile, though there was a hint of something knowing in your eyes.

"Is she.. ignoring you again?" you asked, the question so casual yet so pointed that Tara's breath hitched.

She knew you meant Amber—you didn't even need to say her name. And the worst part was, she felt a pang of guilt because, honestly, it wouldn't have been the first time.

She swallowed hard, feeling like her own answer was betraying her. "Actually... no," she said slowly, her voice faltering as she tried to piece together her words. "She, uh, actually invited me to a party."

Your expression shifted, that lightness fading from your eyes, and Tara's stomach twisted painfully when she noticed.

She hadn't expected you to react like that, hadn't anticipated that flicker of hurt crossing your face. And now, standing there in the doorway, she felt a rush of regret wash over her.

Before she could stop herself, she added, her voice barely above a whisper, "But I didn't... I didn't go."

You didn't respond right away, just looked at her, eyebrows raised, silently waiting. Tara shifted under your gaze, feeling smaller by the second, until finally, she started to speak.

"I know you probably... don't want to talk to me right now," she began, her voice a little too fast, like she was rushing to get the words out before she lost her nerve.

She took a shaky breath and continued, "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I mean, it's not like I've given you a reason to, you know, feel any different... or... yeah."

Her hand drifted up to her wrist, squeezing it as she fumbled for her next thought. "I... I messed up. And, I've been thinking about it, like, a lot, and it's just—I didn't know what I was doing. I mean, I thought I did, but then I... I didn't. And I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't... important, or that I didn't care, because I did. I do."

She bit her lip, glancing up at you, unsure if she was making any sense, but she kept going. "I know it's probably too late to say any of this, and you've probably moved on, but I just... I don't know. I didn't want you to think that I... forgot about you. Or... or that you didn't matter."

Her gaze flickering down to the ground, then up to yours again, almost as if she's scared you'll walk away.

"That message where I told you to... that I didn't want anything to do with you..." She shakes her head, struggling for the right words. "I shouldn't have said that. I was... I don't even know what I was thinking. I just... Amber was there, and I felt like if I didn't, she'd—" She stops herself, clenching her fists a little, swallowing hard.

"And all those other messages.. I just kept trying to say sorry, but it was probably just... desperate, I guess. I didn't know how else to say that I... I wanted you, that I didn't mean it. That I still..."

Her words falter, and she sighs, rubbing her forehead as though exhausted with herself. "I know it probably doesn't make up for any of it, but... I swear, I didn't mean it. I never wanted to hurt you."

As soon as she stopped talking, a wave of embarrassment crashed over her, and it was all she could do not to cringe.

She hadn't even planned on saying half of what she'd said, and yet here she was, fumbling through one strained apology after another.

It felt messy, like she was just piling words on top of words, hoping that somehow they'd turn into something that made sense to you, that could somehow make things better.

But in her heart, she knew it sounded like nonsense, just a lot of desperate, pointless excuses that probably made her look even more pathetic.

And you just stood there, looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite read—somewhere between shocked and neutral.

The silence between you seemed to stretch on, making her rambling feel even more pointless, like each second of quiet only added weight to her mess of words.

Tara could feel her face heating up, and all she wanted was to take everything back, to make it sound right somehow—but she didn't even know what "right" would be.

Her fingers tightened around her wrist, her gaze dropping back to her worn out converses as the silence thickened around her. Part of her wanted to shrink back, to stop talking altogether, but she'd already put too much out there to turn back now.

So when you didn't answer, she continued.

"I... I want to do better," she said, each word a little slower, like she was searching for the strength to actually mean it. Her eyes barely lifted to meet yours, as if waiting for something—anything—that might tell her it wasn't too late.

Your hand, which had been holding the door open this whole time, finally slipped away. You clapped both hands against the sides of your thighs, the sound breaking the quiet between you two.

Then, with a tone that was almost unreadable, you asked, "Is that it?"

Tara's face fell slightly when your words cut through the silence. She searched your expression, looking for something—anything—that hinted at forgiveness, but the steady way you looked back at her made her stomach drop.

Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

"So... you don't forgive me?"

Tara looked up at you, her eyes wide and glistening, almost like a puppy's, searching for any hint of understanding. It was a look she hadn't meant to put on, but somehow it found its way back to her face, a reflex from childhood.

She remembered using those same eyes when she'd gotten into trouble with her mom or when Sam wouldn't let her hang out with her friends. Back then, she'd wielded them like a weapon, a last-ditch effort to melt hearts and earn forgiveness.

Now, though, it felt different.

There was no intent behind it, just a genuine plea for empathy that made her feel exposed, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her as she realized how desperate she must look.

You took a breath before responding, your gaze steady but distant. "I do.. but I don't see why that matters because it'll all happen again." You said slowly, weighing each word.

Tara felt her heart sink at your words, the reality of what you said hitting her hard. She knew all too well how it felt to be caught in that cycle—Amber had done the same to her, repeatedly promising change only to slip back into old patterns.

It was frustrating and disheartening, and in that moment, she understood where you were coming from.

She took a shaky breath, trying to find her voice. "It won't... I promise it won't." Her tone was earnest, filled with a desperate need to be believed, to convince you that this time would be different.

Tara searched your expression, and as your words echoed in her mind—you did accept her apology—a flicker of hope ignited within her. It felt like a delicate promise written in cursive, intricate yet fragile, and she couldn't help but cling to it.

She tried to muster a soft smile, though it felt tentative, as if it might shatter under the weight of everything left unsaid.

"Can we... do you think that maybe we can try again?" The words tumbled out, filled with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. It was a fragile request, a chance she hoped wouldn't be met with rejection.

She could see the flicker of thoughts crossing your face. Your brow furrowed slightly, and she sensed the hesitation lingering in the air between you. It was as if you were weighing her words, measuring the sincerity of her apology against the weight of the past.

She couldn't tell if you were considering her request or if doubt still lingered in your mind.

It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for a sign, desperately hoping that you would choose to leap with her this time.

After a long pause, a small, soft smile crept up on your face, the tension in your shoulders easing just a bit. You finally met her gaze, and the warmth in your eyes hinted at something Tara had been longing to see.

"Sure... yeah, I'd like that," you said, your voice gentle but firm, like a lifeline tossed her way.

Tara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her shoulders eased slightly at your response, something softening in her expression as she processed your words. It wasn't a promise, but it felt real enough.

A quiet acknowledgment that maybe this could lead somewhere different.

She looked at you for a moment longer, managing a small, uncertain smile as if not entirely sure this chance would hold but willing to take it anyway.

The silence lingered, weighty but almost comfortable. Tara held your gaze, her expression softening just a bit as she let herself settle into the quiet, not wanting to push any further. When she finally managed a small smile, it was tentative, as if she was holding onto it carefully.

"Guess I'll... see you around?" she asked, her voice a quiet murmur, like she wasn't entirely certain if she should even say it.

You gave a slight nod, already moving to close the door. The subtle acknowledgment was enough to let her feel that maybe, just maybe, things could shift—if only a little.

She shifted slightly, like she wanted to say something more but couldn't quite find the words. A small, unsure smile crossed her face as she looked up at you again, her voice softer.

With that, Tara turned to go, casting one last look back at you before turning around to walk away.

___

The next week, Tara's phone buzzed on her nightstand, pulling her from a the books scattered all over her bed.

She squinted at the screen, hoping to see your name lighting up, a sign that things were finally moving forward between you two.

Maybe it was about the plans you'd casually mentioned — plans that did not include Tara bringing out her frustrations in bed with you.

Instead, her heart sank a little as Amber's name flashed across the screen.

u free this friday?

For the first time, Tara felt a surprising clarity wash over her as she read the message. She didn't hesitate, knowing exactly how she wanted to respond without second-guessing herself.

In the past, she'd tiptoed around her replies, always afraid that Amber would judge her for whatever she said.

But now, after everything with you, she was certain of what she wanted. This time, there was no uncertainty clouding her thoughts. So, after a moment, she typed a quick reply.

im actually busy, sorry

With a breath of relief, she hit send and immediately blocked Amber's number. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

This time, she wouldn't be waiting for Amber's text, for promises that never changed anything.

She knew what she had now—this newfound sense of clarity—and what she wanted. And that was enough.

This was how it would stay.

[lackablazeical]

I WAILEDDDD 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

THIS FROM MEMORY IS SO GOOD YOU DID WONDERFULLY

I love how SHARP Donnie looks and UGH Ishida's expression is so cute and LOVE KENS OUTFIT

You always draw April SO GOOD TOO WIWHEOEJDJ

AND I ADORE MIKEY BEING SASSY AND AIWBWOEHWKND O JIST NEED TO SCREAM OVER YHIS FOR 10 YEARS <3333

Doodles of the Addams au!!! I literally went wild with this and I didn’t have a ref at the time I drew these from memory :’( anyways, I hope you like these @lackablazeical !!!

Me pointing at this au: “this AU can fit so much autism”

[3igbootyl0ver]

Masterlist

tara carpenter (scream)

A New Face | A New Face Pt.2 | A New Face Pt.3 | A New Face Pt.4

who hurt you? [i] | who hurt you? [ii] | who hurt you? [iii] | who hurt you? [iv] | who hurt you? [v]

doctor's in | doctor's in pt.2 | doctor’s in pt.3

in progress....

[pillowdrawz]

SHELLSLINGER RAAAHHHHH COSTUMES. Mostly Lasting romance and Shellshocked lol

DO YOU SEE MY VISION also urge to make another animatic Audio about lasting romance yes its from Bluey again.

BUT DO YOU SEE HOW MIGUEL AND HIS MIKEY DRESSED UP AS Morticia Addams and Gomez Addams??? That costume is perfect them as addams family YEEEESSS. I was planning to make Ronin Mikey as Morticia but When i look at the height difference between Miguel and His mikey i was like yeah . Miguel is Morticia.

Also yes Tiana x Nanami is a reference to crackship in jjk x disney.

The Future Jrs are Ofc Mario=Casey Jr And Luigi = Aaron Jr (Future shellshocked kid) cause thats how i view their brotherly bond.

Anyways thats all I am sick rn I got food poisoning hahahahahahahaha (Im serious i got food poisoning but I'll be alright my stomach still hurts like hell but I'll be alright lmaoo)

[ohemgeeejay]

I don’t care that he’s an old man, that’s my wife!

[dominik528]

Since xthosecemeteryeyesx deactivated, I just want you guys to know that this is a safe space to vent to me about Lyn-Z Way. Personal accounts are greatly appreciated!

🖤

[dalekofchaos]

Because Scream/Spyglass pissed me off, here is me giving Wednesday roles of the main cast of the Scream 5-6

Melissa Barrera:She could be Wednesday's cousin Melancholia!

Mikey Madison:A Witch and her clan is rival to Gideon's cult, which could add interesting tension between her and Bianca(also her and Bianca could have slowburn enemies to lovers I. Said. What. I. Said.)

Jasmin Savoy Brown:A Gorgon and direct descendant to Medusa

Mason Gooding:Merman, because we don't see Merpeople in Wednesday and I think Mason would kill it as a sexy Merman. A friend suggested he could recast Xavier, but it's better to forget Xavier ever existed(and let's face it, take him out entirely and nothing would change about the plot of season 1)

[tee746]

Chapter one of my book on wattpad

Third person pov

Their at school in home room waiting to be released into their classes as they waited amber and Tara talk as tara had her head in ambers lap talking about horror movies as amber lovingly stroke Tara's hair laughing at how Tara was talk about how scary movie made horror movie not scary any more and amber agreed with her amber was lost In Tara's eyes as she passively talked about her favorite non-horror movie "amber" Tara said snapping amber out of her love sickening trans "yes tara?" Amber said giving tara her undivided attention " it's time to go to our first period" tara said smiling up at amber with her innocent looking eyes that amber melted into when ever she stared into them,Amber nodded her head and grabbed her backpack and waited for Tara to do the same. Soon as Tara got her backpack on she signaled that she was all set and ready to go amber smiled at her and started to walk to their classroom once they took their seats class started

Soon three periods later was over and they were heading to lunch "hey guys" amber said as she sat down with Tara, " hey" liv said with a smile on her face as she hugged on chad "hey tamber" chad and Mindy said with a smirk on their faces as they saw how close amber and Tara were with each and Wes just looked, as they where talking amber felt a tug on her sleeve seeing as it was Tara she gave the brunette

Her undivided attention "yes Tara?" Amber ask in a soft tone of voice that only Tara could get out of her " wanna come to my house after school and hang out " Tara ask amber nodded and rolled her eyes as mindy wiggled her eyebrows "shut up mindy"amber scoffed "I didn't say anything thing tho" Mindy said in a teasing tone "whatever." Amber mumbled as her eyes shot in a different direction, and Tara smiling at this interaction and thought about how cute amber looked when she was annoyed and it was confusing for Tara she never felt like this before and she kinda liked the flutter in her chest when amber look at her with her loved filled eyes or when amber called her name or teased her out of all the boyfriends and girlfriends tara has had over the years none have made her feel like amber did and oh boy did she love it as tara so desperately wanted amber to be hers, when they hang out today she knew she couldn't get let amber get away she was going to make ambers hers Smirking at the thought of it.

[denimbex1986]

'Christopher Nolan’s latest feature, the historical drama Oppenheimer, did not open as big as the gargantuan box office smash that is Barbie, but the film has been performing extraordinarily well. The film has drawn respectable box office numbers and rave reviews across the world, mainly due to the "Barbenheimer" mania that’s sweeping across social media. Oppenheimer is also an acting ensemble tour de force, featuring a cavalcade of incredible performers and thespians throughout the film. The cast of Nolan’s Oppenheimer is huge, to put it mildly, with plenty of notable acting talents even appearing in smaller, bit parts. It would come as no surprise if high-profile actors were begging to work on Oppenheimer no matter the part. There are a great many impressive talents throughout the film's cast in supporting roles. However, the true breakout supporting talent in the cast is none other than the highly underrated David Krumholtz, portraying the real-life Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Isidore Isaac Rabi, in the film. Krumholtz delivers an incredible performance in a movie that has no shortage of strong, standout performances, and here’s why he stood out the most.

David Krumholtz Has Had a Long Prolific Career

David Krumholtz has been around the block a time or two. He began his career in Hollywood at a young age, appearing in supporting roles in his teens in such major films as Life With Mikey opposite Michael J. Fox; Addams Family Values for director Barry Sonnenfeld; and The Santa Clause opposite Tim Allen as Bernard the Elf, a role he reprised once again almost 30 years later for the Disney+ continuation, The Santa Clauses. He’s likely best known to television viewers as the mathematical professor Charlie Eppes on the hit procedural show Numb3rs from 2005 to 2010. Krumholtz also had many other notable film roles over the years in the Harold & Kumar films, Serenity, Hail, Caesar!, and Sausage Party.

Krumholtz’s resume defines the term "working actor," and he has built up an eclectic list of credits over the years. His role in Oppenheimer is the culmination of his past work and appears to signify a performer ready to assume a prestige character actor phase of his career, similar to the late, great Philip Seymour Hoffman. If anyone has paid his dues to start receiving plum roles such as Isaac Rabi in Oppenheimer, it's a tireless, hardworking actor such as Krumholtz because he hit it out of the park.

Krumholtz Disappears Into the Role of Isidor Isaac Rabi

What is striking and surprising about Krumholtz's performance as Rabi in Oppenheimer is that he completely disappears into the character. While Krumholtz is always a memorable talent, with identifiable features, he looks nearly unrecognizable in Oppenheimer. Something did seem oddly familiar about Rabi at first, and after realizing that it is Krumholtz in the role, it's a gobsmacking realization. It inspires a similar reaction as seeing a talent such as Hoffman as Art Howe in the acclaimed film Moneyball. Some of the best performances are when a notable actor can provoke these types of reactions, and Krumholtz as Rabi fits the bill. It gets to a point where you cannot see where Krumholtz stops and the character of Rabi begins. It's an incredible, outstanding performance.

As one of theoretical physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer's (Cillian Murphy) closest friends, colleagues, and confidantes, Krumholtz as Rabi receives a generous amount of screentime in Nolan's film, especially in comparison to many of Murphy's other costars. Rabi is introduced early in the first act when Oppenheimer is in his 20s and still studying physics abroad. The two meet while traveling to see theoretical physicist Werner Heisenberg (Matthias Schweighöfer) at a science conference in Zurich, Switzerland. The two quickly bond and form an easy friendship. Rabi is later personally requested by Oppenheimer to join his team at Los Alamos to secretly create the atomic bomb as part of the Manhattan Project.

Nolan and Krumholtz depict Rabi’s unconditional friendship with Oppenheimer through a recurring action of Rabi sharing food with Oppenheimer, to make sure his friend receives some nutrition. It's a simple pure act of kindness first shown not long after they meet while traveling together, and it's repeated later when Rabi is brought in as a key witness at a political hearing meant to disgrace and embarrass Oppenheimer. Rabi is one of the few colleagues who remains loyal to Oppenheimer during the hearing and continues to lend him compassion when the hearing was specifically put together to tear Oppenheimer down and belittle him.

Interestingly, it's through Isaac Rabi that the film stages a moral sounding board and divergent voice against Oppenheimer. This makes Krumholtz a crucial role since few characters voice the type of moral disagreements about building the atomic bomb as Rabi does throughout the film. Despite Rabi’s moral misgivings about building the bomb, he is convinced by Oppenheimer to join the project due to the belief that Nazi Germany was also in an arms race to build their own nuclear weapons. Rabi was born and raised in a Polish-Jewish Orthodox family, while Oppenheimer was born to German-Jewish immigrant parents, but raised in a secular, assimilated household. While Oppenheimer is not a strictly religious Jew, it is his and Rabi's Jewish backgrounds and Nazi Germany’s persecution of Jews in the 1930s and 1940s that spurs them on to develop nuclear weapons in the Manhattan Project.

Krumholtz, who was also born and raised as a Jew, yet not currently a practicing one, and it's fascinating how he and Murphy explore their Judaism throughout Oppenheimer. It's also seen through Oppenheimer's rivalry with Robert Downey Jr. as Lewis Strauss, himself a practicing Reform Jew. At one point in the film, Rabi does chide Oppenheimer for never learning Yiddish. Through the characters of Rabi, Oppenheimer, and Strauss, you see men of different branches of Judaism and different Jewish backgrounds clashing with each other. All three actors, especially Krumholtz, play these aspects with wizened maturity and subtlety. In a real-life interview, Rabi once revealed that "Oppenheimer was Jewish, but he wished he weren’t and tried to pretend he wasn’t." Krumholtz gets to play around with that historical knowledge and perspective throughout the film, and it’s a fascinating aspect of their relationship. Despite Rabi holding this view of Oppenheimer, Rabi never appears to resent his friend, and when the government attempts to blacklist Oppenheimer and expose him as a Communist, Rabi remains a loyal friend.

The Quality of 'Oppenheimer'

Putting aside Krumholtz’s outstanding work, Oppenheimer is an exceptional film with a multitude of standout roles by great actors, and it's worth a trip to the theaters. It's great to see an actor such as Krumholtz, who has put in a lot of time during his career, nail such a crucial role in the film. Hopefully, this performance can earn Krumholtz other significant roles in major prestige films in the future. His performance as Isidor Isaac Rabi certainly proves he has the talent and chops to pull such a role off.'

[lackablazeical]

Todd is normal in the Addams au and is the one thing that terrifies all the hamatos they don't just hate him they are bone deep terrified of him. Yeah <3

[spiderb00bs]

- Actress Masterlist

smut = red

- Mikey Madison

Baby Fever

“You and your wife had everything anyone could dream of, but on a trip, you both realized that maybe something was missing” 

- Amber Freeman

Coming soon...

- Max Fox

coming soon...

- Anora

Rest In Me (i posted this on my main account)

“After everything Ani has been through, the universe has finally given her the peace she has always wanted, you.” 

Faith In Me

“You thought you and Anora were living an impossible romance, but someone always has to get in the way of the fairy tale.” 

- Jenna Ortega

DAWN RIGHT

"Jenna just wanted you to beg for her"

JUST FRIENDS?

“The night seemed perfect for a love confession” 

- Tara Carpenter

MURDEROUS LOVE

" Tara Carpenter doesn't like Ghostfaces, but what happens if you're one of them?”  

lying to me, lying to you

"Tara has lied to herself her whole life, and she thinks it's time for it to end"

REACH ME

“Maybe Tara wanted to be more than your friend” 

YOU

"you would do anything to keep Tara safe. Anything to keep her with you"

- Wednesday Addams

coming soon...

- Lorraine Day

coming soon...

- Vada Cavell

coming soon...

- Astrid Deetz

coming soon...

- Cairo Sweet

YOU'RE MINE

“You were Cairo's new obsession, and even if you didn't know it, you were already hers” 

YOU'RE MINE #2

“Cairo had to learn that you weren't just her puppy” 

- Isabela Merced

coming soon...

- Anya Corazon

coming soon...

- Dina (TLOU)

coming soon...

- Courtney Eaton

coming soon...

- Lottie Matthews

Deer Protector

“Something bad was about to happen, and the only thing you knew for sure was that you wouldn't be able to protect your girlfriend forever” 

DEER PROTECTOR #2

“Lottie needs to know where her protector went, and why did her protector break her promise?” 

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

"your girlfriends don't like to see you sad."

BRAVO

“You couldn’t let Natalie be attacked by all the girls. Unfortunately, your attitude had a consequence”

- Charlotte Alden

MISERY

"Your girlfriend will make sure you don't forget who you belong to"

- Ella Purnell

A Night To Remember!

"You made a request to your girlfriend, and she always did everything you wanted."

THE GIVER

“Your girlfriend can finally relax and trust you for everything”

- Rhiannon Lewis

coming soon...

- Lucy MacLean

coming soon...

- Kate Ward

coming soon...

- Jackie Taylor

coming soon...

- Sophie Thatcher

Breakfast denial

"With your girlfriend by your side, it's very difficult to be interested in anything else"

BEAUTIFULLY CREEPY

"your girlfriend just wanted you with her"

- Natalie Scatorccio

RADIO

“She wishes you were playing on the radio” 

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

"your girlfriends don't like to see you sad."

- Iris

coming soon...

- Sophie Nelisse

coming soon...

- Shauna Shipman

TRAITOR

"You were fucked!"

BRAVO

“You couldn’t let Natalie be attacked by all the girls. Unfortunately, your attitude had a consequence”

[3igbootyl0ver]

|Who I write for

Jenna Ortega (& the following characters)

Tara Carpenter Wednesday Addams  Astrid Deetz  Cairo Sweet  Mabel 

Elizabeth Olsen (& the following characters)

Wanda Maximoff Leigh Shaw

Mikey Madison (& the following characters)

Anora 

[the-thing-withfeathers]

jenna ortega masterlist

ongoing series: the archer’s arrow

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

one shots

envy — mild angst to fluff

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

winding down — fluff

-> jenna x f!reader x sabrina carpenter

princess has a request — smut

-> jenna ortega x f!reader x mikey madison

let me do this — fluff

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

[cutielights]

Hi! If your requests are open, may i suggest a morbid!medic!sibling!reader for ROTTMNT? Like the reader is the medic of the team, but theyre really creepy (think Alastor from Hazbin Hotel or Wednesday Addams)

thank you!

Imma go with Wednesday Addams for the personality, I just feel like it fits more

@moonchhu @mintiicinnamonii

This is obviously PLATONIC tcest DNI

We Love Our Creepy Doc

Growing up, Splinter was… concerned, but not overly mortified. “Don’t you want to go play with Red?” “I am playing with red.” “Yes, well… I more I meant your brother and not frogs blood.”

“Let’s electrocute Leo.”

“PIZZA SUPREME IN THE SKY, I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK!”

Chaos incarnate duo fr, please stop giving Raph heart attacks, he can’t take it. He already has wrinkles as deep as an eighty year old.

I’m picturing you as a middle kid with Leo and Dee, and thus the debate continues on who is truly the middlest child.

“We can settle this with a guillotine.”

“Please don’t.”

“Very well. Donatello, your chainsaw is in order.”

“This is the best day of my life.”

I can imagine that you’re quiet, like *really*, silent even. You don’t *mean* to jumpscare your brothers, well sometimes, it just happens. Like- Mikey can be cooking up some omelettes for breakfast and just- “Can I have mine with cheese?” “AAAHH?!?” “may I have mine with cheese?”

After the show finale, I can see you getting along *really* well with Cassandra.

“WE WILL BURN OUR ENEMIES!”

“Finally. Someone with taste.”

In the bad future, I can see you freaking out the refugees, ESPECIALLY the human ones. “Wth???” “Get used to it buddy.”

“The hell? I’m not letting this freak be my Doctor.”

“Then you will die.”

“Fuck.”

[katanablue]

How would the 03 and 07 boys react to an S/O who is a goth and have the vibes and looks of Morticia Addams?

MISS WOMAN!!!!

03 Leo: Admittedly he’s a little confused at first when you first met since the closest he’s ever been to this type of style is Angel and even then she’s more punk rock compared to your gothic aura. He’s curiously but isn’t rude about it, asks questions so he can understand more why you choose to present yourself this way. Obvi gets more used to it when you start dating!

07 Leo: He’s not as subtle as his 03 counterpart, but not brash about it either. He say something along the lines of ‘this is an interesting look’ and kinda raise his eyebrow at you with a small smirk.

03 Raph: Oh he loves it, thinks it’s wicked cool how you look but isn’t super verbal about it. He makes comments here and there, says you look hot out loud. Doesn’t quite get it but hey, as long as it makes you happy, he’s happy.

07 Raph: IMO I feel that he, wouldn’t necessary not care, but just accepts it right then and there. Like 03 Raph, he’ll gladly tell you how hot or attractive you look but unlike his counterpart, he prefers to whisper it right in your ear because he likes to see if he can break that calm stoic persona of yours.

03 Donnie: “Interesting! Are you embodying xx from xx?” He likes to analyze it and see why exactly it is you dress goth. Even does his own research to find you outfits and trinkets you might like/ be interested in. He finds your perspective on things so fascinating and loves to hear your opinion.

07 Donnie: I feel he’d be similar to Raph in the sense that he’d just accept it. Doesn’t really have any comments but does think you look oh so lovely dressed in black. Like his 03 version, he’d do his research on goth fashion and talk to you about it.

03/07 Mikey: I think both Mikey’s would be pretty similar; very excited, asking endless questions and maybe even want to dress alike or vibe like you do. He’d jokingly ask if you’ll burn in the sun or sleep in casket. He’s seen people dress in similar fashion on t.v so he’s no stranger to it.