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I didn’t intend for this fic to be almost 6k words, I was literally aiming for 2k :P it won’t be posted tonight as it’s 4am but when I wake up I’ll edit it and post it before work so <3
may i request for fic with Tara x Fem!reader or GN!reader, where Tara taller than short reader and Tara is also Ghostface!, but she would never hurt reader. BUT accidentally somehow the reader dies in Tara's arms due to another ghostface guy lmao
In These Arms of Mine
☆〜 Pairing: Ghostface!Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
☆〜Genre: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Slight Fluff
☆〜Word Counts: 3.6k
☆〜 Warnings: too much Shakespeare references, violence, blood, murder, some cute fluff
Tara stood ominously over the frail girl before her, Cassie Millis. They used to be close until Cassie's relentless harassment of (Y/n) pushed them apart. A twisted sense of justice grew within Tara, convincing her that what she was about to do was right. She believed she was protecting her girlfriend, shielding her from the harsh outside world.
"Please, don't kill me," Cassie pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. She curled into a fetal position, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the impending danger. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the floor in a morbid display. Tara's head tilted to the side, an unsettling aura emanating from her very being, casting a haunting presence over the room.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Tara stood over Cassie, her figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes, filled with a mix of determination and conflicted emotions, fixated on her defenseless victim. The air seemed to grow colder, as if the room itself recoiled from the malevolence that hung in the air.
Tara's gaze pierced through Cassie, her silence unnerving. A chilling stillness settled over them, broken only by the sound of their labored breaths. The weight of their shared history, the fractured friendship, loomed heavy in the space between them.
Cassie's voice wavered, barely audible as she pleaded for mercy. Her words hung in the air, a desperate plea that seemed to echo through the room. But Tara remained unmoved, her expression betraying a sense of inexorable purpose.
“Tara, I’m so sorry,” She sobbed curling into herself more, chocking her tears when Tara angrily kicked the discarded mask towards her, hitting her feet before settling by her side.
Slowly, Tara raised the knife, its gleaming blade catching the faint light. Tara's gaze fixated on the bloodied blade in her hand, relishing the power it symbolized. Cassie's soft whimpers echoed in the air, fueling her twisted determination. The cold metal felt heavy in her hand, its presence a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed her. Every fiber of her being yearned for another way, for forgiveness and redemption, but she knew deep down that it was too late for such resolutions.
Their eyes locked, conveying volumes of unspoken words. Tara's torn mask lay discarded, a macabre symbol of their shattered friendship. She leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a haunting sense of finality.
"This is what it’s fucking come to, Cassie," Tara seethed, her voice laced with anger and determination. "There's no turning back now."
Cassie's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disbelief and betrayal washing over her face. She tried to find the words, to plea for mercy, but the weight of the situation paralysed her.
Tara leaned in close, her grip on Cassie's chin tightening with a vengeful force. Cassie winced in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as Tara's words seared into her ears. "You should have left us the fuck alone." With a swift, merciless motion, Tara plunged the knife into Cassie's stomach, their eyes locked in a chilling gaze. As life slowly ebbed away from Cassie's fading eyes, her face grew pale and lifeless, her lips stained with the vivid crimson of her own blood. Tara pushed her away with disdain, casting her aside like a discarded object. Cassie's head crashed to the ground, the thud echoing through the room like a final punctuation mark on her tragic demise.
Tara hastily gathered her blood-soaked belongings, cramming them into her backpack with a sense of urgency. She glanced at the clock, “Shit!” Time was ticking, and she needed to make her escape. With one last glance at the lifeless body of Cassie, a mix of adrenaline and unease coursed through her veins. She knew she had to leave the scene before the consequences caught up with her.
As she stepped out into the stormy night, rain pelted down heavily, drenching her to the core. The downpour seemed almost cathartic, washing away the physical remnants of her dark deed. Tara's gaze shifted to her hands, once stained with blood, now gradually clearing as the rainwater mingled with the crimson. It reminded her of Lady Macbeth's words, "A little water clears us of this deed." Though in her case, it was not a mere washing away of guilt, but rather an attempt to conceal the evidence and hide the truth.
Her hair clung to her face, a disheveled mask concealing the sweat and stickiness of her skin. The storm raged on, mirroring the turmoil within her. Tara knew that her actions would have lasting consequences, regardless of how well she tried to hide them. The rain offered a temporary respite, but the weight of her deeds would remain, forever etched upon her conscience.
Rounding the corner, Tara's eyes locked onto the familiar sight of her girlfriend's house, a place that held so many cherished memories. It stood as her sanctuary, a refuge from the darkness that consumed her. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, envisioning the warmth and comfort that awaited her inside those walls.
Her thoughts drifted to (Y/n), her petite frame and the way her laughter filled the room. Tara longed to hold her in her arms, to feel their bodies intertwined and find comfort in her embrace. (Y/n) was her sun, radiating love and light even in the darkest of times. Right now, Tara needed that warmth more than ever.
She quickened her pace, anticipation coursing through her veins. Each step brought her closer to the one person who could provide the solace she sought. As Tara approached the front of the house, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the illuminated living room. The warm glow spilled out onto the porch, signaling that her parents were still awake. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, knowing she had to find another way inside without arousing their suspicion.
She navigated the darkened path along the side of the house, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the pouring rain. Droplets cascaded from the leaves above, drenching her further as she made her way to the back. The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth, mingling with the anticipation that hung in the atmosphere.
Standing beneath (Y/n)'s window, Tara glanced up at the illuminated silhouette behind the curtains. Her heart swelled with longing and a mischievous smile played upon her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she plucked a handful of small stones from the wet ground and let them soar through the air.
The stones sailed through the rain-soaked night, creating a gentle symphony of clinks as they struck the windowpane. Tara's eyes remained fixed on the window, hoping that the sounds of her impromptu serenade would pierce through the noise of the rain. Each stone was a small gesture, a tangible manifestation of her desire to be near (Y/n).
And then, like a scene from a romantic tale, the curtains fluttered and parted, revealing the face of her beloved. The sight of (Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise and delight brought a surge of joy to Tara's heart. She watched as the window slowly opened, revealing a small figure framed against the warm glow of the room.
Tara couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter mixing with the pitter-patter of raindrops around her. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.
"Alright Romeo," (Y/n) teased, a smirk dancing on her lips. "What's with the whole romantic gesture in the pouring rain, did you watch the notebook again?"
Raindrops glistened on her hair and cascaded down her face, but her smile remained undeterred. Tara chuckled softly, a mix of excitement and relief filling her voice.
"Couldn't resist the allure of a classic romantic gesture, could I?" Tara quipped, her tone lighthearted despite the intensity of her emotions. "But I come bearing a rain-soaked kiss instead of roses."
(Y/n) laughed, her gaze filled with affection as she leaned closer to the window. "Well, I can't say no to that. Climb on up, Romeo."
With nimble movements, Tara scaled the trellis beneath the window, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. As she reached the window sill, she pulled herself up and entered (Y/n)'s room, rainwater dripping from her onto the floor. The room was warm and cozy, a sanctuary from the storm outside.
They stood face to face, their height differences adding a playful charm to the interaction, Tara gazed down at (Y/n), her eyes full of love. She would do anything for her, their smiles reflecting the deep connection between them. Tara's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, tracing the path of a raindrop as it made its way down. Their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
"I needed to see you," Tara admitted softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I was having a rough night."
(Y/n)'s hand reached out, intertwining their fingers. "I'm here for you, Tara. Always." (Y/n)’s manicured finger lightly pushed into her chest, “and if I’m not, I’ll always be in your heart.”
Tara's heart raced with anticipation as she gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, feeling an irresistible pull towards her. In a surge of passion, she crushed her lips against (Y/n)'s, their mouths melding together in an intense kiss.
Their tongues danced in a sensual tango, exploring each other's mouths with fervor and desire. (Y/n)’s hands tangled in Tara's damp hair, pulling her closer, deepening the connection between them. Their bodies pressed against each other, the warmth and heat emanating between them intensifying with each passing second.
They broke away for a brief moment, their heavy breaths mingling in the night air. Their eyes locked, their pupils dilated with a mixture of love and lust. Without uttering a word, they knew they couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. Tara's lips descended upon (Y/n)'s once again, claiming them with a hunger that spoke of their insatiable longing.
Their kisses became a fervent symphony, a passionate exchange of lips and tongues that expressed their deepest desires. Moans and sighs escaped their mouths, lost in the intoxicating sensation of their bodies entwined.
The world around them disappeared as they succumbed to the intoxicating bliss of their connection. Time became irrelevant as they immersed themselves in the depths of their desire, the rain serving as a backdrop to their passionate embrace.
But as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the house, reality crashed back into their consciousness. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in panic, her hand clasping Tara's tightly. With urgency, she pushed Tara into her closet, the door closing just as her parents entered the room, oblivious to the passionate moments that had just transpired.
Tara watched from the darkness as (Y/n) greeted her mother, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and secrecy.
"(Y/n), your father and I are just heading out to see a movie," (Y/n)'s mother said with a gentle smile, her voice carrying a mix of warmth and concern. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, embracing her tightly before planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Tara watched with a mix of admiration and longing as the mother-daughter bond unfolded before her.
As (Y/n)'s mother pulled away from the hug, her heels clicked against the floor, adding a rhythmic beat to the room. She walked over to the open window, her tone filled with a blend of worry and light-heartedness. "How many times have I told you to close your windows, sweetheart? I don't want to come home to find you in any danger."
Tara's gaze shifted between (Y/n)'s mother and her girlfriend, hidden in the shadows of the closet. She marveled at the genuine concern in her voice, appreciating the depth of a mother's love and protection. Swiftly she made her way downstairs to meet her husband.
Suppressing a giggle, Tara couldn't help but find amusement in the irony of the situation. She, the one who dwelled in the darkness, now stood in the sanctum of (Y/n)'s room, concealed from the watchful eyes of her family.
Emerging from the closet, Tara's eyes met (Y/n)'s, an unspoken understanding passing between them. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with (Y/n)'s, their touch reverberating with an undeniable connection. The room seemed to fade into the background as they stood together, their love shining bright amidst the shadows.
"I promise, I’ll never let you get hurt," Tara whispered, her voice filled with determination and devotion. "Someone’s got to break the Romeo and Juliet curse." (Y/n) chuckled, burying her flushed cheeks into Tara’s shoulders, “You need to stop with all this Shakespearean shit Tar, we get it, you’re good at English!”
Both girls lay tangled together on the small bed, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace. The laptop sat forgotten between them, the movie playing in the background serving as mere background noise to their shared moment. Loving gazes passed between them, each glance interrupted by an occasional scream from the movie that had lost their attention long ago.
As the credits began to roll, Tara let out a soft sigh, the weight of impending departure settling upon her. "I should probably get going," she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of longing and resignation. She felt (Y/n)'s fingers lightly tracing over her freckles, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine.
(Y/n), still in a drowsy state, tightened her hold around Tara's waist, her touch comforting and possessive. She leaned in, her warm breath caressing the back of Tara's neck. "You could stay a little longer," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of sleepiness. "I can tell my parents you're staying over."
Tara turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a tender smile. She understood the allure of staying, of being enveloped in (Y/n)'s love and warmth for a little while longer. But responsibilities tugged at her, reminding her of the impending essay awaiting her attention. "As much as I would love that," she replied softly, her voice filled with a mix of desire and duty, "I really need to start working on my essay. It's due on Monday."
With a gentle stretch, Tara began to disentangle herself from their embrace, her movements accompanied by a pang of reluctance. However, (Y/n), not ready to let her go just yet, reached out and wrapped a hand around Tara's waist, pulling her back towards her. Tara's heart skipped a beat as she felt (Y/n)'s lips press against the crook of her neck, a tender kiss that ignited a spark within her.
"Just use the front door," (Y/n) whispered, her voice filled with affection and a hint of mischief. "I need to lock it anyway." The words were accompanied by a yawn, a testament to their shared contentment and the peacefulness of the moment. Tara couldn't resist the magnetic pull of (Y/n)'s touch, and with a final glance, she decided to embrace the stolen moment a little while longer.
Slowly making their way down the stairs, Tara and (Y/n) clung to each other, cherishing the precious moments they had before their separation until Monday. As they descended, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver, the sudden chill in the air catching her off guard. Confused, she made her way towards the thermostat, only to find it set at the usual temperature. Perplexed, she glanced back at Tara, who trailed behind her with a curious expression.
Cautiously stepping towards the entrance, (Y/n)'s eyes widened as she noticed the door had been left slightly ajar. A mix of irritation and amusement flickered across her face as she realized the irony of the situation. "And they complained about me leaving my window open?" she muttered under her breath. She sighed, turning up the heat on the thermostat. "I can't wait to use this against them the next time!"
Tara couldn't help but giggle at her girlfriend's sleepy rambling, finding solace in their playful banter. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to (Y/n)'s lips, their love and affection exchanged in that gentle touch.
"Goodnight," Tara whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I love you."
(Y/n)'s arms wrapped around Tara's neck, pulling her in for another lingering kiss. Their lips met, a fusion of love and longing, as they savored the taste of each other's presence. (Y/n) smiled, her voice filled with affection as she whispered, "Love you more, my Romeo."
Tara couldn't help but smile at the endearing nickname, a testament to the deep connection they shared. With a final exchange of loving glances, Tara opened the door, preparing to face the outside world once again. "Call me when you get home," she reminded Tara, her voice filled with a hint of concern and a touch of longing.
Tara began making her way down the street, her steps guided by the rhythm of the rain. Before she could fully disappear from sight, she glanced back, her gaze meeting (Y/n)'s figure still standing in the doorway. With a playful yet concerned tone, she called out, "Get inside and close the door before your house turns into a refrigerator!"
(Y/n) laughed, the sound of her joy echoing through the rain-soaked air. She shouted back with a mix of concern and affection, "Just keeping an eye on you until you reach the end of the street. The second I can't see you anymore, I'll close the door." Her words carried a sense of protection, a testament to her unwavering love and care.
Tara blushed at (Y/n)'s thoughtfulness, touched by her partner's determination to ensure her safety. She knew deep down that (Y/n) didn't need to worry about her, that she was more than capable of handling herself. Yet, in that moment, she appreciated the gesture, the reassurance of their bond.
As Tara neared the end of the street, ready to round the corner, she turned for one final glance back at (Y/n). A smile adorned her face as she waved, a burst of warmth and affection radiating from her being. But in an instant, the world shifted, and her smile faded into shock.
The image that met her eyes shattered her heart and stole her breath away. A knife, mercilessly plunged into (Y/n)'s stomach, transformed the scene of love and laughter into one of terror and despair.
(Y/n)'s hands gripped the hilt of the knife embedded in her stomach as she crumpled to the floor, her body falling limply onto the porch. From behind the partially open door, a tall figure emerged, donned in the same ghost face costume that Tara had hidden away in her backpack. The chilling presence exuded an air of malevolence, their intentions masked beneath the haunting visage.
Tara's heart pounded in her chest, her mind struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before her. Every instinct propelled her forward, her feet sliding on the rain-soaked ground as she stumbled towards (Y/n). Panic surged through her veins, her breaths coming in frantic gasps as she desperately tried to reach her beloved's side.
Who was this ghost face, and how had they discovered Tara's identity? Her mind raced with questions, her thoughts entangled in a web of confusion and disbelief. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt—someone had not only uncovered her secret, but they had deliberately targeted the person she loved most in the world.
As Tara fought against her own stumbling steps, her vision obscured by the rain and tears that blurred her sight, the figure disappeared into the house, their dark presence melding seamlessly into the shadows.
Kneeling beside (Y/n), Tara's hands trembled as she applied pressure to the leaking wound, her palms now coated in crimson that was spilt by her, not by her own volition. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the rain and blood as they fell onto (Y/n)'s stark features. Her words poured out in a desperate mantra, a desperate attempt to convince herself of the impossible.
"You're okay, (Y/n). You'll be okay, I promise," Tara's voice wavered, the weight of her broken promise heavy upon her. She knew deep down that the wound was fatal, that (Y/n)'s life was slipping away with each passing moment. The figure had inflicted a mortal blow, twisting the knife upon its extraction, leaving (Y/n) to bleed out on the cold, unforgiving floor.
(Y/n)'s grip on her side tightened in agony, yet her eyes, clouded by pain, held a gentle reassurance. She shook her head, her voice weakened by the loss of blood. "It's okay, Tara. I'll be okay," she whispered, her blood-stained hand reaching up to caress Tara's tear-streaked cheek. With a trembling finger, she pressed against Tara's heart, a gesture of eternal love and connection. "I'll always be right here."
Tara's attempts to staunch the flow of blood proved futile. The inevitability of the situation settled upon her like a heavy weight, crushing her spirit. She cradled (Y/n)'s fragile form against her chest, her sobs echoing through the empty night. "I promised," she choked out, her grip on (Y/n) tightening. "I was going to keep you safe."
As (Y/n)'s eyelids drooped, the light fading from her gaze, a bittersweet smile lingered on her face. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a love that would transcend death itself. "I love you, my Romeo."
Tara's heart shattered in that moment, the world around her crumbling into darkness. She held onto (Y/n) with all her might, as if by sheer willpower she could defy the cruel hand of fate. But as (Y/n) slipped away, Tara's cries of anguish mingled with the rain, a symphony of grief and loss that echoed through the night.
Authors Note
Why tf did tumblr delete my entire edited draft AH? Literally spent an hour on it and poof it was just gone, anyway I’m not feeling this story as much I think the endings a bit rushed but I’m also very sleep deprived so I think I have an excuse
In the mood to write fanfic but I don’t know what about??? Maybe Ethan 🫣💕
1:
Guilt ridden after finding out her girlfriend, who she loved and cherished, turned out to be the ghostface killer. Unable to turn to her friends for support, Chads roommate Ethan begins to befriend her, letting her open up about her past and her struggles. Slowly, day by day, a sense of deja vu begin to set in after a new set of ghostfaces arrive in New York
2:
After coming back home from a party, Ethan and his girlfriend find a very drunk Tara and Chad on the couch. Both of them place a bet on how long they’ll be until they’re all over each other. The moment their door closes, Ethan starts to get frustrated by nonstop noise, decides to give them a little piece of their own medicine
Currently holed up in Starbucks, because of the rain from my walk back from Uni (and I don’t want to take a second shower today) So I’m gonna start on my Ethan smut, :0