vagueee

A/N: Thank you to all the people that read this lil series I created in my head, I'm glad you liked it and hope you also like this last part. Also, this is the longest part I ever wrote so yeah...enjoy.

Summary: This is the end, finally all that was broken starts to get fixed, the chains that tied each other are no longer here, and we will have to imagine what the future brings next.

Warnings: Not proofread, English isn't my first language, a bit rushed (?), I'm re-watching Bojack Horseman (iykyk).

Word count: 4.3k+

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

It’s been a couple of weeks since that party, things haven’t been the same…and it’s all my fault.

After Y/N left me in the kitchen that night, I went to my room and started contemplating everything that happened and all the things that went wrong: the way I lied, the way I was, the way I felt.

Looking at the ceiling, I started replaying in my mind every conversation she and I had since all of this started. No more movie nights, no more sleepovers in my room with Sam constantly making sure we weren’t doing anything too “explicit”, getting breakfast together, drinking a cup of coffee while cuddling and telling each other what our day would have in store. Did I gave all that away for a false sense of freedom? I kept holding onto something that was never real, a facade…I didn’t just lie to all the people I love and used to care about, I also lied to myself.

I spent so much time looking into the past that I didn’t realize I had a future right there waiting for me, but I pushed it away, I went away blindly and ended up falling into the darkness that was now consuming myself.

Sam also started acting different, or maybe she did a long time ago and I recently realized, I knew that Y/N told her what happened, I could see in her eyes the disappointment and hurt that her heart was reflecting, and instead of talking about it, I just hid into my room like the coward that I’ve been all this time. I didn’t want to confront her, because talking to her would confirm how I screwed up things, and that the new cracks that were forming around us were all because of me.

There once was a time, when everything happened in Woodsboro, that I became the missing piece to that puzzle that made everything fit together. I was the reason why Sam and Y/N joined forces and stopped their fighting to save what was most important to them: Me.

I never told them how I hated to feel that way, feel that I was so important. That I questioned their decisions and loyalty to me; when it was my own close friend and her crazy boyfriend, the ones that tried to kill us. That I fell into her manipulation and tricks, and that at some point, I even fell for her.

There was a time when I fell for the girl who had my back and took care of me as if I was the most beautiful thing she ever saw, and how I craved to be exactly what she thought I was, only to end up being that same person that ended her own light, ended the darkness that consumed her, the one that was now consuming me.

But again, I didn’t told Y/N and Sam many things, I didn’t even apologized nor asked for forgiveness, because in reality, I felt like I wasn’t deserving of that, I felt frustrated, not at being caught anymore, not at having to miss the next parties there were, I was frustrated at myself, and I kept thinking…how could they forgive me if I can’t really forgive myself? How can I ask for something I don’t even think I deserve? I wanted to remain locked in my room drowning in my own emotions, I wanted to pay for all the damage I did.

One week after what happened in the kitchen, Y/N moved out and started living with Mindy and Anika.

Could I blame her? No. But did it hurt? Yes. It felt like a brick being thrown my way, the consequences of my actions were finally here.

You know…In those days I spent loathing myself for what I did, I started to feel some kind of comfort, I started feeling some sort of peace with my emotions and the hurt that I caused, and also created for myself. I think it’s possible to heal a bit faster when you are the one who made the mistakes, because it makes you frustrated at yourself, for what you did and what you broke, and with that, you can understand a bit more how to get better, because the problem isn’t someone else, it’s you, it’s only you. But just because it’s less harder, doesn’t mean it’s easier. When someone makes a mistake in which you didn’t had nothing to do with, you sometimes wish it kinda was, you start searching for what you could have done to prevent it, because you can understand how to get help; but when it is the fault of others, you are stuck, because you can’t heal for them, you don’t have the answers, you don’t know which are the rights tools. So yes, I hate myself for what I did, and I also hate myself because out there: my friends, Sam and my girlfriend…if she even is anymore, are now in that position of trying to understand why I did what I did, and how they also contributed to it. I hate myself, because I made them doubt their friendship, their support and their actions…I made them doubt the love they gave me.

Classes went as usual, just without me in them. I tried to avoid my friends the best I could, I was ashamed of how I dragged them into this, and being honest, I don’t think they wanted to see me either, because it was so easy to get away with not being seen. I spent time hiding at the library, just grabbing whatever book I could find and pretending to read it while my head was in a different place. Maybe a few hours passed and there weren’t many people around, it was just me and three other students scattered in the library. I stood up and went to return the book I grabbed, but when I started searching where did I even get it from, I saw her right there, Y/N. When she saw me, she froze in place, I could see how her brain was starting to think in a possible reaction to my presence, but how would that be possible? We became strangers, I became a different person, there was no possible way of expressing all that with a simple look, but it was the first time I remained there in my place and stood my ground, the first time I wanted to actually do something and get close. By the time I took a step forward, I could see how she started panicking, giving me a nervous smile and then just disappearing fast. I know I should have seen that coming, deep inside I knew it was going to happen, but I guess you can’t ever truly prepare for that pain in your chest. I started to feel angry, but this time, it wasn’t at myself.

My feelings were starting to change, because this time, it wasn’t me the one that decided to pull away, it was also her, I felt so confused and trapped, because I was now the one who wasn’t at control of what to do, what to hide and what to try and fix of myself, I was the one questioning what does looks could mean, what would her thoughts be…if she missed me just like I did.

I remember getting home that day with a tight knot in my throat, with tears about to spill from my eyes and drench my face, that’s when I realized I wasn’t just hurting, I was grieving too. I was grieving what I lost that day and didn’t know was slipping away from me. With every drink and every lie, I slowly started killing what I used to believe was the happiness of my life, I was deep into the idea that I was being dragged into a rabbit hole with the protection and insecurities that were being thrown at me, I was blind to how the comments of the past weren’t a punishment, but a warning.

Sam was in the kitchen, just staring at me without saying anything, but I had enough of it, I was tired of the looks and how I trapped myself into my own torture and gatekeep my feelings just for myself. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to get on my knees and let myself be broken. Maybe that was what I was missing, I never shared this pain, I never let anyone look behind my cracks, I wanted to believe I was fine, I wanted to be normal, I wanted to act like a person of my age, I wanted what so many people had and didn’t even knew was such a privilege, I wanted to erase the scars of the past in fear of how the world would see me, and I didn’t know at that time that the only people that truly mattered where the people that stayed for those same reasons.

She gave me a final look, and started heading straight to her room. I broke.

“Are you still going to give me the silent treatment?!” I yelled, and she stopped. “I know, alright?! I know that I messed things up, and I won’t forget that. I know that my actions were wrong, and that I hurt you, I hurt our friends, and I hurt her. But please, stop looking at me like that!” She didn’t move, not facing me. “When will it be enough?! I hurt her, I know, but is it really hard to see I am hurting too? Ever since Woodsboro, I’ve been drowning without seeing the light for so much time. I know it doesn’t justify my actions, nor do I want an excuse for what I did. I need help, I want your help…why can’t you just help me?! Instead of looking away, instead of just siding with her. I haven’t been grateful, you came back for me and I pushed you away. You sacrificed so much for me and I just wanted to get away from you.” I started walking towards her while the tears started to flow, I was finally letting go, I was swimming to the surface. “I know you don’t know how to approach me, and the truth is, I don’t know either! I know I’m not easy, I know I’m not the best sister, but you are all the family that I have. I wanna get better, I wanna be better. So please…I wanna be sisters again, I wanna mend what I broke. I love you, Sam, thank you for everything you’ve done, I’m sorry I’ve been hurting you so much, I just can’t stop doing what I only know.”

She finally turned, didn’t say a word, but the tears that stained her shirt and made her face shine gave all away, she gave me a hug, and we broke down together, we cried our hearts out while still holding each other tight, it was a pact and a promise, of staying together, starting again, we showed each other our insecurities and fears, we crumbled and let our walls be destroyed. I couldn’t help but smile at that, I felt relieved, a weight was being lifted, but there was so much more to do. After calming ourselves down, Sam then just said something that I knew was inevitable.

“Wanna go to therapy?”

…

“So yeah, that’s basically the reason why I’m here.”

Tara was now with her friends, all sitting in the apartment living room. It’s been a month since the party, and one week since Tara started going to therapy, and things surely have changed; she stopped drinking, going to parties, participating more in classes, putting her whole life as a priority and trying to put herself together. Sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it feels as if there is no use to get better if Y/N isn’t there to see how Tara has changed, but at the same time, she knows it would be hard for you to see the new version of her, because the person she is now will be a reminder of the person she used to be, you would see how things are and think about how actually bad everything was before, how she treated you…and that scares her, but she then remembers what her therapist said:

“I don’t think I will be capable of change, what if I relapse or I do something wrong again? It’s hard…this is hard, why does it have to be hard? Will it ever be easy to be the person I want to be? The new me, the better me, sometimes I just wish there was an easier path for this, that I could fix things like I broke them, easily…” That’s what she said during one of her sessions, being overwhelmed with the negativity that was still around her heart and clouded her mind.

“It will get easier, Tara. Every day it will get a bit easier. But you gotta keep doing it every day…and that’s the hard part.”

And since that moment, she knew she had to keep going, to not dwell on the past so she could live the present and wait for the future to arrive. That was the reason why she was here with her friends, she wanted to make things right, she wanted her friends back, her life back, but at the same time, she also wanted you back, there by her side.

“I know that things haven’t been the same since that night…I know that my actions hurt you deeply, I lied to all of you and I made you be part of my stupid scheme to go out and get drunk every single day, that I pulled you away from Sam and Y/N because of that, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She started saying, looking into the eyes of everyone that was there: Sam, Mindy, Anika, Chad. “I hurt you, and there is no excuse for that, my actions were wrong and I’m trying to work on that so I can get better and be the friend you all deserve, so please…”

“Wait, Tara…” Mindy extended her hand and stopped Tara. And at that moment she started thinking that maybe they didn’t want to hear it, that maybe they were done with her, maybe it was over… “You shouldn’t be the only one to apologize.” What? “Yes, you did some things that weren’t okay, but we also had our faults. Even if you told us to not disturb Sam and Y/N, we didn’t even try to contact them or reach them, ask how they were and everything. We didn’t help you or make you slow down with the alcohol, we didn’t protect you nor made sure after those parties you were really safe. Yeah, sure, you did all those things for yourself, but we also didn’t worry about you, we let things get out of hand from our side. I’m sorry, Tara, we were also bad friends.” Mindy said with a grimace and a bit awkward, guess everyone had something to apologize for, and with that, Tara felt a bit relieved, to know that they weren’t there to put everything on her, to question or shame her, no…they also cared and reflected on what went on, it felt good to know she wasn’t the only one fighting this battle, and that in the future, they could use this to fix what might get broken…but that would be a conversation for another day if it ever happens.

“We are also sorry, Sam. Even if Tara told us those things first and we believed them, you are also our friend, we should've looked out for you too. A text, a voicemail, even just a small call or get here to say hello. We should have tried at least, be there for you as you were also there for us, please forgive us too.” Chad expressed and waited for Sam to say something.

“Thank you guys, but well, I can’t really blame you all. I know I also have done some questionables things in the past. Honestly, I think if I kept doing those things, I would have ended up being the one pushing you all away, but by my own actions.” Sam then just let out a sigh and looked at every single one of them in the eyes for a moment. “I also have to thank Y/N for being there for me, she was the one that helped me to go to therapy, I don’t think I would have been able to help Tara after if she didn’t help me get better for me and all of you.”

“Y/N was also the ones that talked with us about apologizing” Anika finally spoke and Mindy along with Chad nodded. “We all were so confused about everything that happened…” She then looked at Tara who was now a bit uncomfortable, but provided her with a reassuring smile. “We didn’t know what to do, Y/N was the first person we apologized to, but by talking with her and everything, we ended up realizing we were all to blame at some point, we all made mistakes, but we shouldn’t be ashamed of them, because everyone does mistakes, it’s part of being human, but what makes you grow and heal, is owning up to them and embrace them as they were.”

Tara didn’t know what to say at that, she didn’t know how you could be and what would you even be thinking, she had so many questions surrounding her mind. Did you think of her? Did you miss her? How are you doing? Did you move on?...Did you stop loving her?

“How is she doing?” Sam asked, seeing how Tara wasn’t able to ask herself.

“She’s been silent about it.” Said Mindy without explaining any further.

“I need to talk with her.” Tara finally said with a knot on her throat. You were the last person to whom she needed to apologize, and being honest with herself, the one that deserved it the most. You were always there for her, you stayed for so long and saw how she started fading away from you, you saw her change in front of your eyes. She needed to make things right, she needed to be okay with you, she just needed you, she still loves you.

But did you love her too?

TWO DAYS LATER…

Alright. Everything came down to this moment, what she has been waiting for. With the help of her friends, she invited you over to the park so you both could talk about everything. Tara was a bit surprised at how easy it was for both your friends to convince you about hearing her out, but well, that meant you wanted to talk too, and that’s what made her a bit more confident about this whole plan. She was sitting on a bench, fidgeting with her hands and trying to think what she would say and in what order, would she apologize straight ahead? No wait, she should say hi first, or maybe follow that with an opening question, maybe just ask how you’ve been, why was this so…

“Hey…” You arrived.

Tara took a moment to look at you, see any sign of possible discomfort, or anything else, but she saw nothing, you looked…good, fine even. “Hi…” She started saying, getting up from the bench and approaching you. “How are you?” You just shrugged and smiled awkwardly, guess it’s easier to judge a book straight by its cover, but she appreciated how you were trying to be honest. She motioned you to sit by her side on the bench, and after a moment of silence, she spoke again. “Thank you for meeting me here. I thought it would be a nice place to apologize and talk things out, without the guys or just Mindy trying to spy” Tara tried to joke, an effort to lighten up the mood since she was still so nervous about you being that close to her, she missed that feeling of your presence surrounding her.

“True.” You chuckled nervously and looked away. “It’s a beautiful night, good choice.” You tried to say it in the same joking manner as her. Tara left a sigh of relief at that, but she didn’t want to pass any more time without addressing the elephant in the room, she already spent so much time running away from that.

“I’m sorry…for what I did.” Your face dropped and just looked away, but she needed to continue, she needed to get this off her chest. “I know that I made things difficult between us, I made things difficult for us. You always were there for me, since Woodsboro, after what…” She stopped for a second and swallowed. “After what happened with Amber.” The way you tensed at the mention of her, the name being a reminder of what happened back there, of what she did, what she meant for Tara and it was also a wall that Tara put between you both. You never wanted to burden her with your questions about it, but it was clear she meant so much to her, but she was now dead, you weren’t, and even so, it was as if sometimes she was still there, she haunted your mind and heart.

“Is that why you did it? Because of the memories? Was Amber the reason for it?” You asked, but there was no demand in your voice, there was: fear, curiosity. Tara knew that she had to talk about it, she was the one that brought the topic, she mentioned it with her therapist too, she needed to be free of the restraints that she created for herself, she wanted to start fresh and be reborn again; be free and safe, able to confide in you like she always wanted, not pull you away, but closer.

“I guess? In some type of way, I think I still felt some sort of way about her…Not romantic or anything!” She said fast before you could get the wrong idea. “I think I just felt guilty for still feeling sad about her death, I just couldn’t believe she could have done that the people I loved the most, that someone I used to have in such a high place could do all that, but I should have known, she also had her dark side, I guess I should have stopped expecting her to be the best person I thought she could be, in that way, it would have hurt less…” Tara snorted at that, she must have sounded so stupid by saying this out loud.

“We have that feeling in common now.” You said in a whisper and she just looked at you. “I guess it’s true what they say about mistakes, huh? If you don’t learn from them you are doomed to repeat history all over again, but I guess in this story, the roles totally changed. You hurt me, Tara, you hurt me deeply.” Confessing your own emotions and proving what she has been dreading to hear the whole night, she felt defeated at the truth of all the damage she caused. “But even so, I can’t blame you either.” She looked surprised. “I knew that you were hurting, I knew that you were keeping things from me, I knew and I still didn’t say anything, because the truth was that, I didn’t even know how to talk to you, it’s like at some point we ended up being so far away from each other that we lost the ability to communicate. I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me, we just fell into a routine and started to pretend, you might have lied to everyone, but I lied to myself, I thought everything could be fixed by just giving you time, by not pushing you nor pressuring you to talk, but what I did was just making you get more comfortable to leave. I’m sorry, Tara. I failed us both.” Tears started streaming down your face and you covered your mouth to hide the constant sobs that were now exiting your mouth, Tara at seeing this got close to you, and without caring for the possible boundaries there might be, she hugged you.

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this, don’t make this about yourself when it was both of us the ones at wrong, you might have given me the chance to leave, but I was the one that took that choice in the first place, I was so confused and caged, that I started blaming the wrong person for it, you were never the one that imprisoned me, Y/N. I did it, we did it.” She cried too, finally letting everything out. She patted your back at seeing how you were also breaking in front of her.

“I’m sorry…” You said in a whisper and pulled away to look at her.

“I’m sorry too..” She said, and in the middle of all the silence that suddenly made its presence, you both couldn’t help but laugh, a sincere laugh of relief, knowing everything had been said and finally you both were free from the cells you locked yourself into. From the broken glass that was this bond, you both could finally see among the cracks the beauty that was hiding from all that pretended, the true colors that were waiting to show into each other's eyes, seeing both sides of the coin. Your fears, your insecurities, your doubts, finally being seen and taken care of, you saw each other with another light, and even if it wasn’t perfect, that’s what made it beautiful. “Would you take me back?” Tara finally asked with a smile not only in her face, but also in her soul, she could feel it, radiating and warming up her whole body. You smiled.

“I never stopped being yours.”

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BONUS SCENE

Y/N: So…did anyone move into the apartment after I left?

Tara: Not yet, but Sam told me that a person contacted her, so we are going to have an interview next week.

Y/N: Nice, what’s their name?

Tara: Some girl called Quinn.

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A/N: Thank you everyone for the love you've been giving to this little story I've been writing.

Summary: We find ourselves in the eye of the storm. Within a situation quickly escalating, Tara finally realizes the damage she has been creating all on her own and starts facing the consequences of her actions.

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

Word count: 2.5k+

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

“Where are you going?”

After everything that happened at the Coffee shop with Anika, you needed to confront Tara about what you found out. You weren't mad, not at all; that wasn't the reason you wanted to talk. You just wanted an explanation: why did she have to lie? Why couldn't she just approach you? You never wanted her to go down this road.

When you arrived at the apartment, it was empty. Sam had previously told you that she went out with Danny, and after that, he was going to drop her at therapy, and Tara…well, let's just say you were waiting for her to arrive. You stayed there on the couch, thinking about what you would say or how you would tell her that you know what she has been doing all these past weeks.

It's been two hours, and Tara finally arrived, acknowledging you for a second just to say “Hi” and then go to her room, you didn't move or say anything at all. Minutes passed, and she finally exited, wearing a different outfit than the one she arrived in and heading straight to the door. That was the moment you asked.

“Tara, where are you going right now?” You pushed again, wanting an answer, wanting to see if she could keep up with the facade that she invented for herself. You watched how her right hand transformed into a fist, but quickly relaxed, and finally looked at you.

“I’m going with Mindy to this event that our film class is launching.” She said it in a very smooth way, as if she had rehearsed all her lies to make them sound convincing. It made you a bit sick to see how easily she could lie, and how she had been doing it for the past few days.

“That sounds fun, can I come?” You wanted to test her, see how far she could run with this, see if you could make her crumble and finally confess, to come clean and just talk it out; you knew that if you started this and told her how you already knew everything, the situation would just turn even messier, you still had hope…you still wanted to save what you both had.

Tara tensed again and started looking anywhere but you. She started murmuring things, trying to come up with an answer to give you and for you to get off her back, “Actually, it’s only for students, so no one else can come, sorry.”

Now it was time for Tara to look at you. Why were you acting like this so suddenly? It was supposed to be THE night for her; she decided that this would be her last party for a while. It was becoming way too much to keep hiding and doing all this, so one last party and she could put it on hold for a while. So why were you starting to ruin it? It wasn’t fair; she didn’t need this right now. She wanted to go already, but something in the way you looked at her made her feel uneasy.

Seconds that felt like hours passed while you kept looking at her, you thought she would come clean, that she would finally tell you what she had been doing in the shadows, why did she have to keep lying? Things weren’t like how they were in the past. Sam got better and has been giving Tara her space. You even stopped worrying much until this day. Did she not notice that? Well…You couldn’t blame her. Why would she see all these changes if she was never home?

“Oh…I-I understand, have fun.” You said, and without even looking at you again, Tara left the apartment. She didn’t notice your sadness, didn’t see the way your figure gave out, and immediately dropped down on the couch with your hands to your head; she didn’t hear the way you started to break, and how your tears drenched your shirt. Tara, the Tara you knew, was gone; she left, she left and lied, the girl that promised you would be together and who was by your side when everything happened, the girl that crumbled in your arms after shooting her best friend in Woodsboro, she was gone…it was all over.

AT THE PARTY…

The place reeked of alcohol and some other substances mixed all together, the music was deafening due to the volume, everyone was doing whatever they wanted, just getting the motivation from the cheap beer and whatever concoction someone put in the drinks; and even with all those warnings, Tara wanted to stay and feel the same.

Her friends stayed in a secluded area, Mindy and Anika sitting on the couch with a drink in hand and just chatting, while Chad was just being himself and playing beer pong with some other guys. Tara was free right now, no supervision or anyone by her side, she was alone, and she loved every second of it. She poured some of the suspicious stuff in a cup and drank it, feeling the oh so familiar burning sensation going down in her throat, and she kept on doing so until she lost count and the drinks ran out.

Mindy noticed how Tara was starting to act so dizzy and moving side to side, sure she usually got drunk but never like this, this time it was different, Tara was out of control and they couldn't handle this alone, she knew that, she wanted to call you, they needed you, you had to help them and get her to safety.

She hesitated a bit, she remembered Tara telling all of them how you were so busy and never had time for them due to stress, so it was best to leave you alone for a moment, but let's just think a bit here, wouldn't you want to know if something happened to your girlfriend? That's what Mindy kept telling herself. She knew that Anika saw you today working in a coffee shop, and all went well, so that should have been a sign too that it was okay to call you…so she did.

AT THE APARTMENT...

You were crying in your bed, deciding to just let your blanket be the provider of warmth and console you while your tears stained your shirt. Sam would still take some time to arrive. You didn't want her to see you like this; she would start questioning what happened, and then the truth about what Tara has been doing would come to light, even if things were rough between the two of you, you still cared…God, how stupid you were, huh? You felt so lost right now, so when your phone started ringing and the name of Mindy appeared, you just answered on autopilot.

“Hello?” You said while coughing a bit, trying to disguise the fact that your throat was a mess due to your sobs, thankfully, Mindy was occupied with her own worries to even notice.

“Y/N! I'm sorry to be calling you, I know that Tara told us that…” You stopped listening for a bit, getting hit by the reality once again about how she lied to you all this time and played you, played your friends, everything. “...here.” She stopped, and you went back to the call.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, confused as to what was going on, and due to you spacing out.

“Didn't you hear me?!” She asked exaltedly, and you had to put your phone a bit away from your ear due to how she was raising her volume. “We need you here! Tara is really bad right now, and she needs you. She's been drinking a lot.”

Putting your phone in your bed while your thoughts ran like a wildfire, everything was just spinning, how bad could she be? She's been doing this for weeks, and you never noticed just how much she drank this time?

“Y/N? Are you there? Say something, dude!” Mindy yelled desperately, and you picked up the phone again.

“I will get there in 5 minutes.” You finally said and hung up.

BACK WITH TARA...

Things at the party started getting out of control; there wasn’t a single drop of alcohol left, and Tara felt like she was starting to lose it. How could it be? You would expect that for a party this big, people would have gotten better supplies to overcome the shortage that she was experiencing right now. As she was looking through the empty bottles to find at least a gulp left in them, someone approached her.

“There is no more left, huh?” He was tall, a bit buff, and with a smirk on his face that would make everyone wary of his intentions, but Tara was too far gone to even think about it, so she just ignored that and chuckled.

“Yeah, such a shame tho, the party was getting good.” She said, slurring her words and being a bit wobbly, something that the guy took notice of. Tara couldn’t help but feel a bit down; something in her was screaming to go already, but there was also that other side of her that wanted to keep hiding here and just drink her weight in alcohol.

“I have a bottle of booze up there in my room, if you wanna go,” He said while offering his hand and smiling, his eyes travelled fast around her body, scanning her, but Tara still wasn’t able to see that. Like thinking about it, she just stared into his eyes and with a simple nod, smiled and took his hand. The guy seemed nice. Why would she be suspicious? He was just going to give her what she needed, a last drink to be satisfied for a whole week. After all, you were already growing suspicious of her antics, so she needed to lay low for a while.

Following him among all people, Tara thought for a second what you would be doing right now, watching a movie maybe, catching up on some work you had, maybe you were already sleeping. It’s been so long since you both had an actual conversation and spent some time together, well…not really if you counted the talk they had before she left, but you seemed a bit off, now that she thought about it, you seemed…drained, like something was holding you back. She paused for a second and just stood there. Did she leave you while you looked so…down? The last thing she remembers while closing the door was hearing something like a sob, but she brushed it off, too excited for the party.

What if you already knew? Did she blow things up? Was she that dismissive? How could she not notice? All these questions were starting to consume her. Was that need to fill a void so big there was no place for something else? Has she been pushing you away that much? No, no…It couldn’t be, she was your girlfriend, yeah, maybe she hasn’t been around that, but that doesn’t change things. Clearly, after this, you would see that she just needed some space and everything was okay; it had to be okay.

“You coming or what?” The voice of the guy pulled her out of her thoughts, right…she was following him upstairs, but was this worth it? The realizations of what happened earlier made her sober up a bit and question what the fuck she was doing. When did she let all this happen? Enough wasn’t enough. Things were starting to be clearer, and with that, Tara started feeling how her chest began to ache. She just felt so trapped before, but was she really trapped? Or was it just her that made that happen? Could she not see beyond her pain and think about the others who were around? Was she really that selfish? Did she really hurt you? How could… “Hey, I asked you something.”

“Yeah, no…I think I’m going home.” She said before even processing everything, there was so much going on, but one thing was clear for sure, she needed to go back home, home to you. All this time, she has been so blind, trying to fix something with a new sense of liberty that in the end only made her feel more trapped. What was the purpose of drinking and partying if she still had to live a lie? Hide away from her girlfriend and sister, her family. Lie to her friends, the ones who always remained by her side. She messed up big time; she needed you right now, she needed to come clean.

“Oh, come on, the real party is just getting started.” The guy ignored what she had previously said and, while still having her hand in his, started dragging her up the stairs. Tara started panicking. This guy was bigger than her, and even if the effects of the alcohol were disappearing, she was still weak compared to him. With rough movements, she tried to get away from his grasp, sitting on the stairs and putting whatever weight was enough to make him struggle. “Don’t be such a bitch, you basically agreed to this.” He said while trying to remain a bit of composure so people wouldn’t start noticing what was going on around them, everyone was still deep into their own conversations.

Were these the consequences of her actions? Being so blind to everything else that she got dragged into this situation by her greed and desperation, Tara started questioning if she should just give up; she was the one to blame after all…The way she lied, the way she used to be before all this, the way she was feeling before, and now, realizing how really nothing changed in that last aspect, what felt like freedom was only a cage she designed for herself. How stupid she was, and before she could even give up, she felt another hand starting to hold her up.

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” A familiar voice said, and when Tara looked up, she saw you right there. Throwing a punch at the guy, Y/N removed his hand from Tara’s and watched as the guy quickly stumbled. That was the perfect opportunity for them to go.

Y/N started dragging Tara out of the house, saying a quick “thank you” to Mindy, who was there watching the interaction with a blank face, so she was the one who called you. Everyone started noticing the guy there left on the stairs and started questioning what happened, but you were already inside your car with Tara in the passenger seat.

None of you said anything, focused on the road that was in front of you, and that remained until you got home. Opening the door, you entered without looking to see if she was right behind you, being too consumed in your thoughts, until Tara finally spoke.

“Y/N…” She tried to say something more than your name, but the shock and the shame she was feeling right now were consuming her whole body.

“Good night, Tara.” You didn’t even look at her, didn’t even try to approach her, you just left her there and went into your room, banging the door and putting the lock on.

She messed up…

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Thank you for your attention! Hope you enjoyed reading this, part 4?

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

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

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

Word count: 1.7k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE WEEK LATER…

“Maybe another day? I’m busy.”

“Sorry, stuff came out, I gotta go.”

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

“Can’t, have a meeting”

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

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

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

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

That’s what you kept telling yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was time to confront Tara about everything.

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Thank you all for the support you've been giving me! I hope you enjoyed reading this fic.

Part 3?

A/N: This is the second fic I ever published, so I hope you all enjoy it, and also let me now if you would like a part 2!

Summary: In which Tara resorts to lying so she can go out to party and drink, without realizing that soon her lies will become all too much and she will end up wrapped into her own mess.

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

Word count: 1.7k

Tara knew that by the time she started this, there was no way of going back, but what she didn’t know was how easy it would end up being.

It all started after moving to New York; a new life was about to begin, a chance to start fresh, leaving all the past behind and creating a life of her own, free from the suffering and pain of the bittersweet memories that had been troubling her heart and mind. Everything was going well, the college life was something Tara had been looking forward to, more freedom and an escape from her sister Sam, it’s not like she was a burden or something, but she could be way too protective of her due to all they went through, after all…Tara couldn’t blame her sister, but she felt trapped in a cage every time Sam tried to look after her.

And among her sister and her mannerisms, there was someone else right there in the picture: You.

She had met you during high-school, sharing classes and also the Ghostface attacks, the bond you both had grew even stronger and made you both develop a romantic relationship, but even so, it seemed as if the same fear of losing her had created a new sense of protection within you, becoming a shadow of Sam’s fears and desire to protect Tara at all costs; it was becoming just way too much, she needed an escape, something to let her be reminded of just how it felt to be a normal human, a college student, and adult.

“I just don’t understand why I can’t go; everyone will be there, and it’s safe.” Tara yelled with desperation to Sam, who was blocking the door of the apartment.

“It’s too dangerous, Tara. We just moved a few weeks ago, and the news about Ghostface and the attacks it’s still a fresh topic in the news. What would happen if someone recognized us? It’s too risky, besides, it’s not as if you can’t have fun right here.” Sam tried to argue.

“Y/N, please back me up here, we could go together.” She looked at you desperately and pleaded for you to give in and save her from Sam’s protectiveness, but by the way you were standing and the grimace on your face, she knew in that same moment she was cornered.

“I’m sorry, Tar, but I agree with Sam. We’ve barely talked with people around the Campus and still don’t know about the impact the news could have done to our image and the idea they have of us, it could be dangerous…maybe we should just wait a bit more.” You tried to explain while looking down at the floor, guilty for not backing your girlfriend up.

“Then how much? When will it be enough time for us to be still in fear? What happened is in the past, you both should just move on already, and don’t let your insecurities impact my life.” She said it without thinking much of it, but by the time Sam walked out and headed straight to her room, it was clear the damage was already done. “Y/N…I-” Tara tried to fix it, but you beat her to it.

“I know that we might seem overprotective, but put yourself in our shoes for a moment, Tara.” You begged while getting closer and holding her hand. “When you were attacked, I was so scared…I felt as if my whole world was collapsing, I wasn’t there for you, and if I could have been, maybe I would have been able to do something, whatever it took for you to be safe, I could…I should have…” You tried to express yourself, but it seemed words were starting to fail. “I just can’t stop thinking about how you got hurt, and I wasn’t there to protect you…and Sam too; her boyfriend was the one who orchestrated that whole thing, I bet she feels as guilty as I am…maybe even more.” You try to defend her sister, knowing the similar pain you both carried.

“I get it, really I do…But I just can’t keep reliving the past and thinking about all the ways it could have been prevented. I’m glad that you weren’t there with me, cause I could just imagine you getting hurt. I know you were scared, I was too…of leaving you, dying young without achieving something, without living my life at its fullest.” You knew she was right, that she had a valid point, but still, your fears were bringing the worst in you; it was just hard to let yourself be vulnerable; you had to be strong, for her, you couldn’t let anything happen. Not again,

“You’re right, I know, and I’m sorry, but I just can’t, I can’t lose you…just give me some time, to both of us, I’m sure with a bit more time, everything will feel normal.” You tried to show a smile, and Tara appreciated that.

She kissed you and, with that, put an end to the conversation.

A WEEK LATER…

Everything was becoming too much, with exams around the corner and Sam still being such an overprotective sister, everything was just so difficult to deal with. Tara felt like she was losing her mind over it.

The only good thing was you, it took a bit of time and communication between Tara and you to work your differences and put all the problems aside; when she was with you, she felt…normal, it was her safe space, she felt like home: but that was also changing.

You were also dealing with your own thing, managing your assignments/projects, also preparing for your own exams, you even got a job to get a bit more financial stability, it was already hard enough to cover your tuition. But that meant your time with Tara was also limited, it was rare for you two to be together, it was driving her insane…

*Ding*

Her phone light up with a text of Mindy:

“Party at a frat house around campus, Anika and Chad will be there too. Do Y/N and you wanna come?”

As she was starting to think about it, someone opened the door of her room.

“Hey…” It was you, since you were living with the Carpenter Sisters in the same place, Sam made it a rule for you and Tara to sleep in separate rooms. “Sam ordered some pizza, I thought you would like to eat together while we watch a movie? Perhaps we could even make her watch The Babadook.” You tried to joke around and Tara couldn't help but stare at you, you've practically become the glue that kept everything together while Tara and Sam worked their differences.

Without saying a word at first and now looking at her phone, contemplating what she would do next, and also if it would be worth it…

“I actually have to go, Mindy is having some issues with the assignment that the film teacher left us, she is begging me to go help her out at this hour.” For the first time, she lied to you…she didn't know it would soon become a habit.

“Oh…” The deception in your face was clear as ice, thinking about what your next words would be “I'll tell Sam that you already have plans, you don't wanna keep Mindy waiting, we know how she can be while under pressure.” You smiled Or at least tried to while Tara started packing some things and getting ready to go out.

She was going to open the door and leave, when Sam's voice rang.

“Where are you going?” She asked with a demanding tone, the one she has been using on Tara for a while now.

“It's alright, Sam. Tara is gonna head over to Mindy's so they can work on something for their film class.” You quickly answered, trying to not start an argument between the two of them; something started twisting inside Tara by hearing how you easily believed her and were now covering her.

“It's that true, Tara?” Sam looked at her without giving you a second glance, she studied Tara's posture and eyes to check she was in fact telling the truth.

“Yeah, she is having some sort of issue because instead of paying attention, she's constantly texting Anika.” She said in such an easy way, but to be truly honest, that wasn't a lie at all, Mindy was always texting Anika in class.

Sam stayed quiet for a bit, maybe trying to decode Tara's mannerisms and find out she was in fact lying. After what felt like hours, she let out a sigh and nodded. “Alright, but stay safe out there and alert to your phone.”

Tara only left out a quick yes and approached you in a fast motion. “I'll make it up to you.” She promised, you simply kissed her and wished her luck.

Closing the door behind her, she collapsed at the staircase and pulled out her phone to finally answer Mindy's text.

“Omw”

20 MINUTES LATER…

As she was approaching the place where Tara and her friends will meet to then go to the party, her heart wouldn't stop beating fast in her chest. When her friends say her arriving, they smiled and got closer.

“Hey, Tara! Glad you could make it!” Say Mindy as Anika hugged her and Chad waved with a smile.

“Where is Y/N?” Said Chad while looking around, trying to find you since it was very odd for you to miss a hangout with all your friends; even after sharing the past trauma for what happened at Woodsboro, you were all connected.

“Oh…yeah” She forgot about that for an instant “She won't be able to come, I tried to persuade her but with all her work and projects, she preferred to stay home with Sam.” Tara tried to sound so confident while saying that, even using a sad tone to fully sell it.

“Aw…I feel for her, these past few projects have been ROUGH.” Anika says as an attempt to try and lighten up the mood.

“Let's hope she can be here for the next one.” Says Chad with a smile.

“Alright! Then, what are we waiting for? Let's party!” Mindy screamed and with that they left to the frat house. But Tara was still feeling a bit guilty from lying to everyone like this.

Oh boy was she really under deep waters now, but…there wouldn't be any consequences for her actions, wouldn't it? After all, there was no way that you would ever find out…right?

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Thanks for reading! Part 2?

VADA CAVELL X READER

A.N.: So, this is actually my first time writing something like this, hope you like it and enjoy it. Also, everything will be narrated from Vada's point of view. Warnings: Angst, not a happy ending, possible grammar mistakes (English isn't my first language).

Inspired by the song "Everything Stays" from Adventure Time.

Vada's POV

It’s crazy how someone can change your life with just one smile…one smile, that’s all it takes to make someone feel safe, for me that person was Y/N.

¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ It was the first day of classes, during break time in the cafeteria. - Hi! Can I sit here? - She approached me with a vibrant and charming way of being, I was confused about it, no one really paid me that much mind or ever asked me that, my only friend has ever been my buddy Nick, who sadly couldn’t be here at the moment cause he was with on a vacations trip with his family for another two days.

- Ah…sure? - I was shocked by it, probably my face showed even more than my actual voice cause she just laughed and sat at the table, right in front of me. That gave me a chance to look at her more directly, but before I could even form an idea about the type of girl she might be, she spoke again.

- My name is Y/N, I’m new so I’ve just been trying to check out the place and find someone interesting to talk to, I also like your shirt. - 

- I’m Vada - I said, and she smiled.

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That was the first time she talked to me, and suddenly a conversation started, she was nice…made me laugh, and intrigued me at the same time, but soon things started going in another direction.

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- Okay, so here is the question, would you rather be with someone who looks like your friend’s mom or someone that has the same age as her? - It was a Friday, a casual day after classes letting the weekend soon start and take us away for rest after a long week of exams. Y/N, Nick, and I were just at the beach with some slushies from 7/11 and doing dumb stuff as we normally did.

- Why do all your questions always have to do with moms? Is this your way of telling me you like mine? - Nick joked around and Y/N laughed at it, those were the moments I truly loved, cause we were just being teenagers, having fun, and enjoying our time together.

- Who wouldn’t? - Said then Y/N and Nick hit her in the arm soon after finishing her sentence - Hey! Hey! I’m joking! - We all laughed and she then spoke again - Hmm, well…I think I will go for someone who is the same age as her. I mean, what if one day she sees my girlfriend and then finds out that it actually is her long-lost daughter who wanted to get closer to her so she used me instead? Plus, older women are way hot and mature. 

- Yeah, cause an adult woman would sure put her eyes on someone so immature and crazy as you - I said with sarcasm and she then smiled back at me.

- Hey! I think I am very charming and would totally be able to get with an older woman - She tried to defend herself.

- If you end up doing that, do you think you could find me a sugar daddy? Gotta take care of my hair and good looks.

We all soon started laughing at Nick’s remark and continued with our hangout at the beach. But after many hours in the sun and the breeze of the ocean waves hitting the sand, we left the place and went to our houses. I was going to spend the night at Y/N cause we planned to continue a Netflix series we started watching some days ago, so it was the perfect plan to stay up all night. With the time passing and the dark being a witness of it, something else happened, something changed between us two, I could feel it and I know that she did too on that day.

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The days went like normal, but we weren’t the same anymore, our relationship changed, and we started growing closer and closer with each interaction, Nick noticed, my family noticed, Y/N did too, and one day…

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- Pss, Vada… - She called me from behind, Y/N always sat behind me since the classes started and made sure to stay like that, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, I was falling for her, how could I not? Funny, smart, pretty…such an idiot but that’s what made her so intriguing, she was herself and didn’t try to hide it, she always made sure to show me how she was, how honest and real her presence and she was, she always knew how to make me smile and reassure me…she knew how. - I was wondering if you well, would like to go to our spot at the beach later? - The look on her face was weird, nervous it was, but I didn’t know at the time what it was.

- Sure, let me send Nick a text - I responded but the reaction she gave me said something else to me - Or…you don’t want me to? 

- I thought it could be just between us two? Want to tell you something important - And she smiled, like she always did, I wish things could have been different then.

- You can tell me now - I said, almost too quick to respond, to change things, make a move, and be brave for once, but she looked at me confused.

- Vada…you know how this is supposed to go, I’m not here anymore. You can’t change the story.

¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

But I wanted to, I wanted to be able to stop it from happening, if I could have done something else if I didn´t receive that text if I could have just been there for her even though she told me to go, why did I leave her alone? Why, why, why, why, why…

…

- Vada, are you still with me? - I snapped and looked around me, I was with the psychologist.

- Yeah…I’m sorry, where was I? - My mind was blank and my emotions were like a river flowing by, I knew the answer but my mouth didn’t want to move again, I didn’t want to end the story.

- You were telling me about Y/N, and how her death affected you - She said and pushed me to keep going, I knew things wouldn’t get better if I didn’t do this, but it would also hurt if I did.

- That day…I was ready to confess to her, but the shooting took place and I was in the bathroom, I tried to go and look out for her but then Mia and Quinton were there too so we stayed, the last thing I remember was my hands covered in her blood, she tried to go look out for me and got shot in the end, I can’t stop thinking about it if she could have just waited and didn’t worry about me, or if I didn’t stay in the bathroom or chatted with Mia in a first place, maybe…just maybe, she could still be here, I could hear her voice, her laugh, see her smile and how we just had fun like how we were supposed to be doing during those days, maybe I would have even told her how much I loved her…that I still do…I still do…

pairing: cairo sweet x fem reader

summary: in which cairo's obsession for mr. miller drifts you two further apart, and you can't do anything about it.

word count: 4.2k+

warnings: angsty (not proud of it) toxic cairo, mentions of sex, mentions of teacher/student relationships

based off request!

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Hey... Can I have a request?! Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

"I'm done waiting for you, Cairo."

Credits to: urfriendlywriter

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Cairo was.. Honestly, you didn’t know how to explain to her. That’s just exactly how to describe her. She was indescribable. 

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: jenna's plans don't go as expected with you, the cute coffee girl, you spend the day with her in the park instead.

word count: 3.8k+

a/n: idk what to think about this, but really wanted to get this out there. aggtm series mentioned!

read the previous parts here!: part 1 part 2 part 3

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A day comes a little quicker than anticipated. You send her your address and she tells you she’ll come at 10:25.

Jenna spends the whole day after filming figuring out just what she’ll wear.