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spiderb00bs · 22 hours ago

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- YOU, T.C

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

warning - smut +18 MDNI, reader is insane! reader is literally a murderer. Inspired by Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn.

now paying - Piece of you, by Shawn Mendes

"what you put in the air? Idon't wanna share"

The streets were deserted, the sound of cars seemed distant, some lampposts flickered or had dim lighting, and the alleys on each street looked terrifying.

The sound of footsteps was heard, very close to where you were. Staying alert, you watched for a while, the silhouette of the man getting closer and closer to you. Looking from side to side, he stopped walking, quickly reaching for his phone in his back pocket and quickly typing.

Are u here yet? This street seems really weird, ngl

The response came quickly, almost as if had already known that the man would try to contact.

I still don't see u. Are u sure this is the right street?

Snorting, the man pressed the contact, put the phone to his ear, and waited for the person to answer the call. “Stupid bitch, she can't even give the right directions.”

When the person on the other end of the line answered, the man's voice softened.

Fake. A poorly placed mask.

“Hi, Tara. So, can you give me the directions again? Just so I can be sure, you know?!” Rolling his eyes, the man continued on his way down the street.

The footsteps were getting closer to you, faster than before. The sighs the man let out on the phone made you think he wasn't happy.

“Tara, are you there? Seriously, this isn't funny!”

Still no answer, the man stopped walking again, his back to an alley that connected two streets. If Tara had really taken the wrong street, all he had to do was enter the alley and finally find Tara Carpenter.

But suddenly, a slight static was heard on the other end of the line, almost as if the person was speaking from a radio. The hairs on the back of the man's neck stood on end and he shifted impatiently.

“What the fuck is this, Carpenter?” The sentence was interrupted when a hand wearing a black glove covered his mouth.

“It's not Tara...”

The playful— sinister—voice made the man struggle, trying to turn around in the arms of the person who was holding him. His efforts were futile, his body hit the ground in seconds, and he could finally scream for help—now that he no longer felt the weight of the hand over his mouth.

“Yn?” The scream didn't come out, just the low whisper of a very familiar name.

A name that sent shivers down people's spines, whether in a good or bad way. The name that everyone knew they shouldn't touch. That popular girl on campus, that girl who protected what was hers at all costs.

Tara was hers.

And this man had tried to touch her.

“Jason, you shouldn't be looking for my girlfriend...” The calm voice made the man's heart race, the hairs on her body standing on end as tears began to well up in her eyes. “What were you planning to do?”

The question made the man swallow hard. He was alone with you in a dark alley, and he was terrified of what might happen next. You didn't exactly look like Tara. No, you were tall, part of the college wrestling team, and well-muscled. You were popular, and you were a sweetheart, but only to those who didn't threaten to touch what was yours.

“She asked me out! I swear!” The man spat out the words nervously. Trying at all costs to get out of that situation without getting beaten up.

Laughing, you crouched down beside him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close to you.

“Jason... I know everything that happens in that building. You know, I was never very popular in high school. And when I got into college, I swore I would do everything differently than I did in Woodsboro.” The expression on your face was grim, and for the first time in years, Jason was truly afraid.

“But here, I have many friends.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket, sliding your fingers across the screen while continuing to hold the trembling man with your other hand. “You can’t trust anyone these days, Jason.”

When your fingers pressed the play button, a recording began to play, the faint sound of movement was picked up, but Jason's voice soon filled the dark alley. But this time, it was more muffled, more strange.

Recorded. “She's fucking hot, I'm not going to let this one get away.” His friends were laughing in the background, almost as if they were entertaining him, only for it all to come back to you. “She's a little slut! I only had to look at her once during class and she sent me a message like a whore desperate for dick.”

The laughter, the tone he used to talk about Tara... it all disgusted you, made you want to spit blood.

Made you want to make him spit his own blood.

“I'm going to meet her today, and then she's going to get fucked like she really should be!” The sound of the cabinets closing indicated that the audio was about to end. But not without the part that made you thirsty for blood the most. “After I'm done with her, she'll dump that bitch girlfriend of hers, and she'll want my dick forever!”

The recording finally ended with background noise. Jaden's eyes were wide, his breathing was heavy, and his heart was racing. He has no idea who leaked this audio, or what you're going to do with it, but all he can think about is how he could escape from there.

“I'm sorry! I regret saying that. Come on, man, Tara texted me, I just thought I could get lucky...” His words sounded nervous.

And you laughed.

“She didn't text you, you idiot.” Looking him in the eye, you didn't wait another minute.

Pulling the knife hidden in your jacket, you plunged the blade into his stomach, enjoying the look of horror that quickly formed on the man's face.

“I did.”

Screaming, the man kicked you off him, his kick hitting you squarely in the nose and causing you to retreat a little. You didn't even have time to fully recover when you caught a glimpse of Jason crawling on the floor.

Laughing, your hand reached for the knife—which had fallen beside you. Wiping the blood that was dripping from your nose, you got up, walking slowly toward the body that was trying to crawl away.

“Ah, you little shit. Where are you going?” Approaching, you scraped the tip of the knife against the bricks of the wall, making Jason's body tremble with fear on the floor. “Even if you manage to escape, who would believe you?” Your laughter echoed through the alley, and for a moment, it seemed like there were only the two of you in the world.

“Oh my god, please! Someone help me, one of the most perfect students in college stabbed me!” The mocking tone in your voice made you laugh at yourself.

Finally tiring, your footsteps caught up with the man before he reached the other side of the alley. Grabbing his feet, you smiled at how fearful and helpless he was.

“Don't go now, Jason. Let's play!”

Getting to your apartment was easy! After disposing of that idiot's body, you took care of everything, getting rid of anything that could point to you and framing one of Jason's former best friends. Not that you thought anyone would come looking for you.

Jason was a twenty-two-year-old man, filthy rich, but with no family nearby. His father was a minor player in real estate who made his money by embezzling funds from NGOs he pretended to help.

He deserved it.

You had already spent too much time with someone as irrelevant and as him. But now you were home, unlocking the door, ready to take a shower and lie down peacefully, finally knowing that your girlfriend was not under any threat.

The apartment was dark when you entered. You left your shoes at the entrance and walked over to a small lamp next to the sofa. However, your heart raced when you saw a small silhouette sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, eerily quiet.

“Baby?” You tried.

“Where were you?” Tara's voice sounded cold, distant.

“I... went for a walk. College is driving me crazy and...” Taking off your jacket, you tried to come up with an excuse as quickly as possible.

“Who did you kill?” Tara remained cold.

“Tara, I don't do that anymore...” Your grip on the jacket fabric tightened.

Looking directly at you, Tara blinked slowly, trying to maintain her composure in front of the person she loved. The same person who brought her breakfast in bed was the same person who stabbed anyone who looked at her too closely.

And Tara knew it.

"That's what you say when you try to convince me. I want the truth." Your fingertips turned white.

“I'm telling the truth.” Failed attempts and lying words.

“If you don't tell me the truth, we're done.” Your eyes widened. “And I'm going to the police.”

Silence reigned in the apartment room for a few seconds. Your mind assimilating everything young Carpenter was saying. Your head felt like it was going to explode, your fingers were starting to go numb, and you swore the fabric of the jacket was tearing in your hands.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” The thud of the jacket thrown on the floor made Tara jump a little in her seat.

She didn't want to show fear, because she didn't feel threatened by you. But she couldn't help being scared when you were out of control.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” Pointing at Tara, you approached her with long strides, placing each of your hands on the arm of the chair she was sitting in. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU, TARA! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tara's voice was low, restrained. She knew the walls weren't that thin, but she still wanted to make sure none of your neighbors heard the shouting. “I told you to stop this. I don't need protection!”

Frowning, you knelt in front of her.

“You didn't say that when we killed Ghostface...” You took one of her hands. “You didn't say that when I protected you from that creep who touched you at that party!” Pressing your lips to the back of her hand, you sighed in defeat.

“I just want to protect you, baby.” Tara saw the tears in your eyes, the same ones she saw every time you two fought.

You're afraid of losing her.

“I want to be useful to you...”

Looking down at you, Tara sighed. The frown was still there, but she was softer than when you entered the apartment.

Tara found out everything about you months ago when she found some things in your apartment. As much as she didn't want to, the feeling of knowing that someone was protecting her—always one step ahead of anyone else—made Tara's heart warm. And when love hit her hard, she couldn't break up with you. She still tried to control your impulses, “no killings unless it's a ghostface, or a real threat.”

But she wasn't exactly doing a good job so far.

“Do you want to be useful?” You nodded hastily. Desperate to earn your girlfriend'

s forgiveness once again.

Tara's bare foot pushed your right shoulder, spreading her legs, the woman pulled her skirt up to her waist, piling the fabric there while you had the view.

“Try to do something worthwhile and get to work.”

Tara wasn't wearing panties. Ready for you, the younger Carpenter was wet, dripping. Her body seemed to call out to you, and knowing that you had almost ruined everything made your heart skip a beat. She had probably gone to surprise you, but when she didn't find you at home, she figured you had gone back to your old habits—which you had never really abandoned.

Holding Tara's thighs, you looked into her eyes, enjoying how beautiful your girlfriend looked when she was all excited for you.

Just for you.

“Hurry up, baby. Or I won't forgive you...” Tara's voice was urgent, and you widened your eyes.

Diving into your girlfriend, you moaned along with her. Tara tasted wonderful, and as much as you couldn't say it out loud, her taste after a job well done was like having a little piece of heaven.

Your tongue worked on her, doing a great job seeing how loud she was moaning. Tara's hands moved, grabbing your hair just to pull you closer.

“Damn, I can never get mad at you.” The woman's words came out between gasps of pleasure that insisted on escaping her mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love you.

Lifting your head, you let your fingers work on her clit, just so your mouth could gently kiss her thighs. Tara could see the glisten of her excitement on your chin and lips. And that, with your fingers, and the way you were practically worshipping her, made her core tremble.

“I love you, Tara. Everything I do is for you.” Your eyes were clouded with pleasure, but not as much as your girlfriend's.

The sensations you were causing inside her, the way you protect her, everything about you seems perfectly destructible, sensitive, about to go wrong.

A catastrophe.

That's how Tara felt. Her legs trembled when the knot in her stomach finally untangled. You were the cause of it all, you made her legs tremble like that, as well as her world. You were a storm that Tara couldn't control, at least not 100%. And as much as it scared her, she loved everything about you.

She loved you.

Only you.

Forever,

You.

Okay, that's just a little bit of what I was thinking. I still have a few ideas, so maybe later I'll do a part two of this.

Speaking of part two, I'm already working on Manchild, I'm trying to put a little humor in this second part too, so I'm still laying the groundwork.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well, drink water and stay safe,

xoxo, spider.

#gxg imagine #gxg smut #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #spiderb00bs

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- MANCHILD

Sabrina Carpenter x (g!p) reader

“Seeing your best friend get married was like a stab in the heart. But she was happy, right?"

warnings – fluff, angst if you squint, Implied sex, crack? (I don’t know how to be funny), romcom kinda

Now playing – Manchild, by Sabrina Carpenter

“Man-child, why you always come a-running to me? Fuck my life, won’t you let na innocent woman be?”

You never had any problems with Barry. You didn’t even care about him, in fact. He was a normal guy, a little too immature for his age, and too cocky for everything he was offering. But you never had any problems with him.

You didn’t spend that much time with him; you saw each other at Sabrina’s events, birthdays, awards ceremonies, family parties... You knew Sabrina would never let you miss na important celebration, so if you can’t beat them, join them.

Sabrina is your best friend, and you’ve always supported her in everything. And even though at first you thought Barry would be just another dumb jerk – you still thought so – who would break your childhood best friend’s heart, you couldn’t deny that he did a decent job in the relationship, since now Sabrina would soon be walking down the aisle with him.

The gentle summer breeze blew against your face, carrying the smell of smoke away from you. From a distance, you watched Sabrina and her sisters with smiles on their faces as they danced excitedly around the place where the ceremony would be held. The wedding would take place in five days, and the whole family—and close friends—would be staying at the large mansion Sabrina had rented.

You remember looking for the place with her, you remember how she always said she wanted to get married in a house overlooking the beach, and how she wanted all the people she loved to be together for days on end before the ceremony happened.

You remember how her eyes sparkled when she saw the place, you remember how she took your hand and ran to the back of the mansion, showing you her dream coming true in front of her eyes. You also remember how she convinced you to lie down on the grass and watch the view from afar. You also remember how she tried to call Barry to show him the place, but he never picked up the phone.

The cigarette burned slowly, almost as if it was feeling sorry for you, as if it knew that if that moment ended, you’d have to go back to the hustle and bustle. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last forever. With one last puff, you stubbed out the burning tip on the sole of your shoe, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself for the sea of smiles you’d have to face.

“That’s the sexiest way I’ve ever seen someone stub out their cigarette.” You heard the sweet, dangerously seductive voice you always heard when you were with Sabrina, Jenna Ortega.

You knew the short woman, the two of you had never had a long conversation, but flirting was always involved. Although you thought Jenna was one of the most beautiful, elegant and sexy women you’d ever seen in your life, you never went any further with her. Nothing more than the exchange of harmless flirtations and a few discreet glances.

Although Jenna and Sabrina were close friends, the blonde never really liked the idea of you two being close to each other. You weren’t sure why, but you thought it had something to do with the fact that Jenna was a player. She was never in a serious relationship, she had one-night stands with people she found interesting enough to spend time with, but never interesting enough to share her work time with.

“I hadn’t seen you yet. I thought you weren’t coming,” you said, still looking at all the women excited about the decorations and the scenery.

Sabrina’s mother was helping the blonde choose decorative flowers, Paloma and the other Carpenter sisters seemed happy playing with the new Golden Retriever that Sabrina had adopted a few weeks ago, and at a considerable distance, you could see Barry drinking a large glass of beer, talking to some of his friends about some nonsense.

“And miss you dressed in a formal button-down shirt? Of course not!” Jenna retorted, causing your cheeks to blush slightly as you tried to get your face out of her field of vision.

“You really can’t be fixed, can you?” Finally looking at the brunette, you turned your body towards her, taking a step forward.

“Come fix me!” Jenna mimicked you, leaving the distance between your bodies almost non-existent.

The look on her face was defiant and rude, she seemed to want you to put her in her place. Everything about her screamed for you, and anyone there could see how desperate she was for you to take her the way she really wanted.

“Hey!” The velvety shout pierced your ears, pulling you out of the cloud Jenna had put you in.

Quickly stepping away, you arrived in time to see Sabrina’s furrowed eyebrows, your best friend looking at the whole situation with a judgmental and suspicious look. You had seen that same look before, more specifically when the girls at school hit on you when you were both teenagers. You never knew what that look meant.

“I... I need you for a minute,” the blonde said.

Scratching her head in agitation, the younger Carpenter didn’t even wait for your response, taking your hand and dragging you as far away from Jenna as possible.

“You know, we were having a conversation over there...” Your tone was playful, but you should have known that Sabrina wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“Yeah, anyone could see that. You two were practically having sex on the lawn!”

The blonde finally let go of your hand when you reached the kitchen. As if on cue, everyone who was working there immediately turned around, leaving the room and closing the door with a silent click. Sometimes even you were afraid of Sabrina.

“Wow, okay, Miss Edgy, we were just having a conversation.” you said, raising your hands in surrender, only to see the short blonde roll her eyes and start pacing back and forth in the kitchen.

“Bullshit!” she said, her footsteps making you dizzy, and the commotion making you slightly nervous.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” you asked, holding her shoulders as you made her look you in the eye for the first time all day.

You knew Sabrina was going through a very stressful time with all the wedding planning. She was trying to get everything done while Barry lay around drinking beer and watching football games. She had barely had any time to herself since she started preparing for the wedding, so you understood when she exploded at you.

Snorting, Sabrina just laid her head on your chest, grabbing your biceps like a lifeline.

“I’m exhausted!” Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands to her hair, stroking her blonde curls as you felt her relax into your body.

“I’m here, I’ll help you with whatever you need.” Sabrina lifted her head from your chest, looking into your eyes with that sparkle she always had.

“What do you need, Sab?” Smiling slightly, you asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“For you to stay away from Jenna.” Your smile faded.

“ALL RIGHT, LOVEBIRDS...” The unfamiliar voice startled you both, causing you to jump away from each other. “Oh, sorry, I thought it was you and Barry, Sabrina.”

“It’s okay,” Sabrina said, sliding her hand from your bicep to your hand, intertwining them. “Yn, this is Rachel. She’s going to make the wedding cake. Rachel, this is Yn, my best friend since childhood.” “It’s a pleasure,” you said, shaking the woman’s hand, making her smile slightly.

“How polite. You don’t find many like that around anymore.” And Sabrina’s frown was back. “So, I assume she’ll be deciding the flavor of the cake with you?!”

“I will?” you asked Sabrina.

“She will!” Sabrina smiled, looking at Rachel with a proud smile on her lips.

Night had fallen quickly, everyone too tired and drunk to stay awake past midnight. Still unable to sleep, you walked quietly through the corridors of the large mansion, down the stairs and toward the oversized pool that came with the house.

The night was silent, and you saw no one as you approached the pool. Taking off your fancy slippers—which Sabrina insisted on giving as gifts to all the guests—you dipped your feet in the cold water, shivering slightly at the change in temperature. Closing your eyes, you rested your hands on the tiles beside your body, throwing your head back and taking a deep breath, trying to release all the weight that had been on your shoulders for the past few months.

Suddenly, the silent bubble that had settled around you was broken by two hands grabbing your shoulders, and the scream that escaped your lips was muffled by the sound of laughter from the woman you knew better than yourself.

Sabrina fell beside you, laughing at how loud you screamed. “My God, you probably would have woken up the whole house if that shit wasn’t so big.”

Sabrina’s hands were holding her stomach, and you could tell her stomach hurt just by the way she writhed beside you. Her smile reached her eyes, which closed as the sound of her laughter entered your ears like one of the most beautiful melodies you had ever heard. That deep, broken laugh, which nevertheless ran free and whipped the air with grace. You had always loved the sound of her laughter.

“Very funny, Carpenter. You could have given me a heart attack, you know?!” You watched the blonde get up from the floor, sitting properly beside you, putting her feet in the water, next to yours.

“You’ve always been easily scared... ever since we were kids,” the blonde said, laughing and kicking a few drops of water lightly.

“Yeah, and you used to scare me all the time.” You look at her. “It was annoying.”

“It was fun!” Sabrina’s laughter fills the space again, making you roll your eyes and try to hold back the smile that wanted to escape your lips.

Sabrina’s eyes rested on you, shining as always, attentive, almost as if you would disappear if she looked away. She had a slight smile on her lips and breathed lightly, feeling the gentle breeze coming from the sea a few meters away.

It had been a while since you had seen Sabrina so relaxed, so focused on something that really calmed her down. She was usually nervous, worried, or too busy solving something that Barry couldn’t solve—or that he himself had caused.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” the blonde said, sighing once more.

You were trying to figure out why her chest still seemed heavy somehow.

“Of course I would be here. I mean, I understand that I’m not very sociable, but...” You began.

“No...” She laughed. “I mean here, like, always being here with me.” Emphasizing the word always, Sabrina grabbed your hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing your knuckles.

Your eyes met the deep blue of hers, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way Sabrina looked at you. You never understood it, but her eyes always seemed to say what she didn’t have the courage to say out loud. You dreamed of the day she would tell you all the things she had ever wanted to say to your face, good or bad.

“I love you, Yn.” Her voice came out as a whisper. Low and velvety, just so you could hear it, as if those three words were meant only for you, as if she had never said them to anyone else in the world.

“I love you too, Sab!” you say.

Your mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. You didn’t blame Sabrina for supposedly not saying the things she wanted to say, after all, there were so many things you couldn’t say to her.

The next morning was quiet. Decorators passed by with huge vases of flowers, pastry chefs worked on each little sweet and each layer of cake, and sewing machines worked on every detail of Sabrina’s dress.

You stayed away, watching all the organized chaos from under a parasol, lying on a deck chair, facing the pool where you and Sabrina had been talking a few hours earlier. The cigarette between your lips made you more relaxed with each puff, and the expensive wine that Sabrina had served to the guests was one of the best things you had drunk recently.

It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a family barbecue, or maybe a dip in the sea, or even in the pool in front of you. However, you preferred to just stretch your legs and put on some sunglasses—hoping that everyone would get the message and leave you alone.

“You look very bitter from here.” It seems your plan didn’t work so well. Opening your eyes and looking over your dark glasses, you saw her standing in front of you like a superheroine, the kind who always shows up at na inopportune moment, when the victim doesn’t want to be rescued. Jenna.

She wore a black bikini—which contrasted nicely with her skin—along with her attitude. You would never know if you found her frown attractive or scary.

“I’m not bitter, I just enjoy my time alone,” you said, repositioning your sunglasses on your face as you laid your head on the towel and blew smoke into the air.

“Oh, lone wolf... I like that.” Jenna took the spot on the lounge chair next to yours.

You rolled your eyes slightly, but the small smile on your face said you weren’t completely upset by Ortega’s presence.

I mean, Jenna is na attractive, intelligent, funny woman... You weren’t sure why you had never really given her a chance. Maybe it was the gossip going around town, you didn’t want to be just another woman in her bed. Or maybe you liked to follow your best friend’s orders.

Either way, you thought it best to avoid closer contact.

“You don’t seem like the happiest person in the world that your best friend is getting married...” Jenna began.

“I am happy,” you cut her off quickly.

“Come on, everyone is drinking and talking, having the time of their lives in...” Jenna paused, looking around and trying to find a way to call it what it was. “A kind of weird bachelorette party disguised as luxury,” she finished, waving her hands dramatically and pointing to everything around you two. “And you’re smoking by the pool, looking like the kind of lone wolf you’d see in a Lana Del Rey music video...”

“I like Lana Del Rey,” you said, raising your wine glass to your lips.

“That’s not the point!” Jenna raised her voice slightly. She put her hands on her head when she realized she had almost started yelling at the bride’s best friend. “God, you really have a crush on your best friend, don’t you?!”

Choking on your wine, you got up from the lounge chair, sitting up quickly, facing the Ortega girl, who had sat down next to you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Your expression made all the hairs on Jenna’s body stand on end.

“Prove it to me.”

Your back hit the mattress, breathing tired and panting, your hips burned, and the muscles in your arms were starting to ache. But the small hands on your chest distracted you from the nagging pain you felt, now fading into the background as Jenna lay down on your chest.

You knew, deep in your bones, that you shouldn’t have done that to prove to her that you weren’t into Sabrina. But the way she looked at you, almost as if she would doubt you for the rest of her life, made your chest race in a bad way.

Two pats on your chest woke you from the thoughts that consumed you. “You were wonderful, baby.” Jenna said, getting up from the bed and looking for the clothes she had thrown on the floor a few hours ago.

You raised your torso, straining your sore arms and dragging yourself to sit up on the bed. “You too,” you said, embarrassed and scratching the back of your neck, looking for a hole to stick your head in and die of shame.

Jenna gave you a friendly smile, but with that hint of sarcasm that you had learned the brunette had in her. “Tell her how you feel before she gets married.”

Frowning and opening your mouth in shock, you stammered incoherent words, searching for anything your mind could force itself to find.

“Wait, I proved it to you!” you said, getting up and putting on the boxers you found lying on the bedside table – the work of the little brunette in front of you. “I’m not in love with anyone, Jenna!”

Sighing, the Ortega girl stopped what she was doing to look at you properly. Approaching, Jenna made each step she took seem like a movement a tigress would make before attacking her prey. You took a step back. Laughing at your movement, the woman pushed you onto the bed, making you fall back onto the soft mattress. Her hands went to your neck as she positioned her tanned legs on either side of your thighs.

“Oh baby, you can’t keep lying to yourself like this...” She looked at you for a minute longer.

Jenna left a pat on your cheek before kissing your lips, quick as lightning, and grabbing a piece of clothing behind you. Leaving you there, shocked and still a little horny, Jenna walked out the door, as if she hadn’t come to leave you with wobbly legs and a heavy heart.

You took a deep breath before leaving the room, too stunned to pay attention to whatever was going on outside the room all this time. You walked outside, grabbed a beer from the ice bucket, opened the cap with your teeth, and downed the bottle.

“My God, are you okay? Where were you?” Sabrina’s voice reached your ears like a distant voice, making you look at her over the bottle—its neck still stuck to your mouth.

“HEY, YN!” The shout heard from a distance also sounded muffled, but for some reason you recognized Josh’s voice. One of Barry’s idiot friends. “Bro, isn’t that shirt Ortega is wearing yours?” He asked, putting his arm around your shoulder, as if you were old friends.

You didn’t even bother to look at Jenna, but Sabrina did. One of her eyes twitched, her ears burned, and if you were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears. Jenna was dancing with Sabrina’s friends, free, as if she had just had the time of her life.

“Did you hook up with her?” Sabrina’s tone was irritated, and you could feel the confusion coming through even with the alcohol in your blood.

“FUCK!” Josh said again. “YOU’RE AWESOME, BRO!”

Jumping with his arm around your shoulder, Josh took you close to where everyone was dancing, too excited to notice the deadly look Sabrina was giving you. Josh practically threw you on top of Jenna, making the girl cling to you as if she had something to prove to someone, as if she wanted to break na invisible line.

Maybe she did.

Aggressive banging on your bedroom door roused you from the fog of sleep you were immersed in. Still lying face down, you lifted your face from the pillow to groan in disapproval, before struggling to your feet and muttering a small "Coming" to whoever was pounding on your door.

When you opened the door, Sarah's fist froze in the air, and still rubbing your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Paloma and Jenna along with one of the Carpenter sisters. Hearing Jenna's whistle, you covered yourself with the door, remembering that you were only wearing boxers and a sport bra.

"What are you doing here so early?" you asked, trying to take the focus off your nakedness and your cheeks turning red with the attention.

"We need your help!" Sarah was the first to speak. "Barry is completely sick with a hangover, and Sabrina needs to go over her wedding vows with someone."

Frowning, you looked at the two women standing in front of you.

"Why don't any of you help her then?"

Opening and closing her mouth, Sarah stared at Paloma, who was doing the same. The wrinkles on your forehead appeared when there was no answer.

"Ah… I… I need to go to town, you know… take care of a few things for the wedding," Sarah said, taking a deep breath.

You looked at Paloma.

"I'll go with her!" the woman said quickly.

"Jenna?" you asked.

"I don't want to." Snorting, you narrowed your eyes at the short brunette, wondering what was going on and why Sabrina's incompetent future husband couldn't do anything right for once in his life.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll go downstairs." The girls agreed, disappearing down the hallway of the mansion and leaving you alone again.

When you walked into the garden, everything seemed increasingly hectic. Sabrina's wedding was tomorrow, and everyone seemed to be racing against time to make everything as perfect as possible. The altar structure was almost ready, and there were flowers everywhere. The wedding was planned for the morning, and everything had to be ready by nine a.m.

"Ah, there she is!" The man, whose name you didn't know, came up to you, intertwining his arm with yours and leading you to the altar. "It's a pleasure, dear, I'm Stephen, and come on, get up there, you've already delayed us too much."

The short man pushed you toward the altar structure, causing you to stumble slightly over your own feet. You hadn't spoken to Sabrina since yesterday, when she found out about you and Jenna, and even though you didn't understand why, you knew she might be a little upset with you.

"Hi…" you said.

"Hi…"

The sound of Stephen clapping his hands brought you both out of the little cloud you were in, making Sabrina's cheeks flush and you scratch the back of your neck and look away from your best friend's blue eyes.

"We have to start! Sabrina, where's your speech?" The man asks, seeing no paper in the blonde's hand.

Sabrina's mother, who was standing nearby watching, spoke up for the first time. "Oh, she probably left it in her room, you know how she is." The older woman said, nudging the brunette sitting next to her with her shoulder.

"Jenna, why don't you try looking for it…"

"And lose all this, no way!" The brunette said quietly, hiding her words with a forced smile.

"All right, I'll get it!" Stephen stood up, running his hand over his bald head and heading toward the mansion, only to stop halfway there.

"While I'm gone… Yn, you can start."

"Wait, do I have to give a speech too?" you asked, confused and with a hint of panic in your veins. "But I don't…"

"COME ON, WE DON'T HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD!" The man shouted as he walked away.

Taking your eyes off the man's back, you looked at your best friend again. Her eyes seemed bright again, but the atmosphere had completely changed for you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and the idea of saying nice things to Sabrina shouldn't be that difficult, considering she had been your best friend since you were five—when you met at the playground.

"I… I'm sorry, this took me by surprise…" You tried to say.

"I know." Sabrina came closer, taking your hand in hers and looking at you with those eyes that could appease a war, those beautiful blue eyes.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to… but I'm not going to lie and say I don't want you to."

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before smiling slightly and searching for the right words for what you wanted to say.

"I love your eyes," you began. "They always make me say things I don't want to say, they seem to hypnotize me every time I look at them." You laughed softly, making Sabrina laugh with you.

"Maybe you hypnotized me in that park when we were kids, because I've never been able to stay away from you since. I loved seeing every achievement and every little thing you accomplished because your eyes sparkled in such a beautiful way, you know?!"

Sabrina's head tilted slightly to the left, and even though you were able to read her so well, you didn't notice how she was about to burst into tears.

"I never thought, not even for a moment, of separating from you, because it meant you wouldn't look at me the way you look at me anymore, and I don't know if I could survive without that. Survive without you."

Still holding hands, you couldn't take your eyes off Sabrina, you couldn't see her mother almost crying, nor the knowing smile Jenna was giving you both. At that moment, it was just you and her.

"I've loved you since the first moment I saw you," Sabrina said, and the tears she seemed so desperate to hold back earlier were now rolling down her beautiful cheekbones. "From the first day, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Sometimes I feel like I'm making a mistake, sometimes I feel like none of this is for me. But with you, things make sense, with you, things seem to have color again, and I don't seem to be just another lost girl on earth, with you, things seem to have purpose, they seem right, and sometimes I still wonder why I'm so afraid. But the only certainty I ever have is that this fear always goes away when you're around."

Tears ran down Sabrina's cheeks, everything seemed so true and pure that neither of you questioned anything. It was just you, childhood friends, incurable romantics, who had strayed from the path and started walking down different roads without even realizing it.

Sabrina took a step forward—leaving the distance between you almost non-existent—and you leaned slightly—reducing the height difference between you. But the moment was cut short by loud, strong applause.

Stephen.

"BRAVO!" He said as he clapped his hands.

You and Sabrina jumped back, confused and with a burning sensation in your chest from things left undone, moments interrupted, actions not taken.

"You're more than ready to get married, dear!" The bald man said, before hurriedly dragging Sabrina away from the altar, rambling on about dresses.

And you stood there, watching it all unfold, your chest still pounding, the feeling of emptiness burning like never before. That wasn't for you, it was her speech to Barry. She was getting married, and it was time for you to get over it.

Sitting on the beach, you took another big sip from the bottle of vodka, the waves of the sea broke beautifully in front of you, and the salty breeze hit your skin like shards of glass. The drink in your hand didn't erase the bitter taste that the words you said earlier had brought, and your heart was still as tight as if it were tied to Sabrina's hands.

"You're going to catch a cold." Sabrina.

Her voice, sweet as honey, carried by the strong wind and brought directly to your ears. She was there, standing next to you, dressed in sweatpants and a jacket—which looked a lot like yours.

"I just needed some time alone…" You saw her approach out of the corner of your eye, before she quickly took your side, sitting cross-legged. "What are you doing here?"

Sighing, the blonde looked away to the sea, calm and slow, almost like everything that happened between the two of you. Almost as if the waves were mirroring your behavior.

"I had to keep an eye on Barry, you know…" She paused, almost as if wondering whether she should continue. "So he wouldn't get drunk again." You could hear her swallow hard.

"At least you made sure he'll be okay for the wedding," you replied, laughing slightly in an attempt to break the tension.

But Sabrina didn't laugh. She kept staring out at the sea, she kept trying to hold back all the feelings she had held tightly against her chest all this time. When she finally looked in your direction, her eyes were filled with tears, shining in a way you never liked.

"Tell me I'm doing the right thing." When the words came out of her mouth, you froze.

All you wanted to say was that she wasn't doing the right thing, that she was making the biggest mistake she could make, that she wouldn't be happy with that man, and that you would miss her every day as soon as she said "I do" at the altar.

"You're doing the right thing." Your chest burned. A sob escaped Sabrina's mouth.

"Then why don't I feel like I am?" Her question took you by surprise, but not as much as when she threw herself on top of you, crying like a child who was afraid of a monster under the bed.

Sabrina's body was shaking, and the only thing you could do was hold her tight, as if she would dissolve if you didn't.

"Sab…"

"I hate him, Yn! I hate myself for not being able to say no to him! I hate every minute of it!" She broke down completely.

The weight of her body falling on you reminded you of the weight you carried in your chest, and as much as you wanted to say that everything would be okay, you really didn't know how that would happen. She cried, enough tears to fill the ocean, and when she finally slept, you took her back inside.

Because it was always like that, you would always take care of her.

When you laid her in bed, Mrs. Carpenter approached you, patting you on the back before walking with you out of the room.

"I know when my daughter is happy, Yn…" The older woman began, causing you to stop in the middle of the hallway. "And this isn't one of those situations."

"I don't know what to do, I can't just tell her not to marry the guy she's been in love with for two years!" You said, frustrated with all these confusing signals everyone was giving you.

Smiling slightly, Sabrina's mother approached you, hugging you and kissing your cheek. "I've known you since you were a little kid." She took your hands. "You've always known what to do."

Walking toward her room, Mrs. Carpenter stopped suddenly, turning toward you with a gentle smile.

"Remember, dear, she didn't have any papers with the speech in her hand." It was the only thing she said before opening the bedroom door and disappearing from your view.

Being alone felt familiar to you at this point. You always seemed to end up alone when someone was about to reveal to you what to do, it was almost like a dream, where you would wake up at the most important part.

It was a sunny day, the guests were seated, the organizers were rushing around, and everything seemed ready to be perfect.

"Nice shirt," Jenna said, approaching you with a glass of champagne in her hand.

"Nice dress," you replied.

Watching the people, you saw Barry arguing with some of the people who worked on organizing the ceremony. He seemed nervous, irritated, as if something very important was about to fall apart.

Before you could delve deeper into what was happening, the commotion quickly subsided, and you saw Barry being led away to prepare for the start of the ceremony.

When the music started, Barry entered with his mother, kissing the man on the cheek before sitting down with the rest of the guests. As the commotion began to subside, the bride's entrance music sounded over the loudspeakers, filling the room and clouding your thoughts.

You were a terrible friend! You were too selfish to share your feelings with your best friend, and too proud to tell her not to marry that boy. You felt wrong, you felt like trash in the middle of all those people.

"YOU!" The shout snapped you out of your cloud of thoughts. And you didn't have much time to think before you saw Barry coming quickly toward you.

Without giving you time to defend yourself, the man grabbed you by the collar, lifting you out of the chair you were sitting in and making a scene in front of everyone.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?" He shook you, causing you to grab his shoulders and push him away forcefully.

"What are you talking about?" You smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO SABRINA?" He shouted. "DID YOU TELL HER NOT TO MARRY ME?" He continued.

"Are you going crazy?" You tried.

Then you realized, the music had stopped, Sabrina hadn't come in. She wasn't there.

"DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW?" He laughed in your face. His finger raised to poke your chest in defiance. "You think I don't know you're in love with my fiancée?"

"Barry, calm down, please…" Sabrina's mother tried to say.

"She would never be with someone like you…" Barry pushed you hard, knocking you to the ground.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" You asked, getting up and pushing the man back.

Barry didn't wait, he hit your face with his fist, making you stagger slightly backwards. "You're my problem, bitch!"

Recovering quickly, you punched him back, causing the man to stumble into some guests who were standing watching the fight.

You didn't have much time to think, you just saw the whole situation, as if you were watching from outside your body. Barry's fist rising to hit you again, hard and fast. Everyone looked in shock, as if they weren't entirely sure what they should do.

"HEY!"

Sabrina's voice rang out, the arm dress she wore contrasting with the quick, sharp, and dangerous way she spoke, also contrasting with the punch she landed on Barry afterwards.

"FUCK!" The guests were shocked, and Sabrina stood there, clutching the hand that had delivered the blow while Barry was crying to his mother about the blood pouring from his nose.

"NEVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!" Sabrina said, pointing an accusing finger at the man who used to be her fiancé. Barry looked shocked, before finally breaking free from his mother's arms and quickly marching toward the petite blonde.

"Did you just punch me, you little whore?" Before he could get close to Sabrina, you acted, knocking him out with a strong punch to the mouth, and watching the man fall into the arms of his friends.

"Don't call her that, son of a bitch."

Before you could move, you felt Sabrina's arms around your neck, the woman quickly finding comfort from the chaos of the situation in your arms.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner," she said.

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything sooner!"

With that, you grabbed the blonde's face, sealing your lips with hers, and finally ending all the suffering that you both had tried to hide for so long.

Her hands caressed your baby hair, and she sighed during the kiss, as if she was desperate for you two to never let go. Your hands matched her desperation, pulling her closer by the waist, as if you two weren't already close enough to merge. Her lips tasted like strawberries, and you wondered why you hadn't just done this before.

Pulling away, Sabrina pressed her forehead against yours, listening to the applause and cheers of all your relatives and friends—who had realized your feelings even before you did.

"Let's go?" Sabrina asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

"Where are we going?" you asked, even as you let her take you wherever she wanted.

"You'll see."

hey guys, I hope you're well.

i wrote this while i was in class, so i'm sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. Honestly, I had this idea and had to start writing immediately. The Manchild clip is just amazing, ever since I watched it I've been obsessed with the photography in this clip. it's just indie romcom movie energy, and I'm obsessed.

anyway, i hope you enjoy this. stay safe and drink water,

xoxo, spider.

#gxg imagine #wlw imagine #sabrina carpenter x you #sabrina carpenter x reader #g!p reader #spiderb00bs

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