'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl | part II
pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader
summary: The next morning...
words: 1.932.k (i'm sorry it's so short)
warnings: light swearing, reader doesn't like lucky charms (idc what anyone says they're overrated asf), bad writing
authors note: i am still astounded by the fact how big part one got, thank you all so much for all the notes. i hope you enjoy this :)
The next morning you didn’t wake up till two in the afternoon, still feeling utterly exhausted. Your ankle still aches but not nearly as bad it was yesterday. Feeling hot you throw the duvet off of yourself as you push yourself up the bed till you feel your back against the headboard.
“God,” you groan to yourself as you look down at the ankle brace, your mind flooding with the memory of the pain of it all yesterday. Definitely time for a painkiller or something, you think to yourself as you hastily fling your legs out of the bed.
Stretching your arms as far as you possibly could you snag the crutches off of the floor, skillfully putting them on and standing up soon after. As you wobble over to your door you glance at the mirror right next to the door, as you catch your face in the reflection you couldn’t help but smirk slightly as a surge of confidence hits you.
Pulling your attention away from the mirror you go to open the door, the second you pull the door open you’re met with Tara with her hand already extended to open the door. You slightly jump at the sudden appearance whereas Tara lets out a small scream as she takes a step back.
“Oh my god my heart just fell out of my asshole.” She mutters to herself as you let out a laugh at her panicked state. You grin as you hopped over to Tara, the smaller girl having a nervous gleam in her eye.
“For someone who loves horror you get scared so easily.” You teased with that grin still occupying your face. Tara let out a dry laugh as her eyes connected with yours, leaning closer.
“How’re you feeling?” She asks you in a tender voice, her hand moving to caress up and down your arm. You swallowed nervously as your eyes gazed toward Tara's scarred hand, the contact of her soft palm on your skin making goosebumps rise all over your arm. Nodding your head weakly you replied. “The pain isn’t as bad as it was yesterday.”
“Good, that's good.” Tara says with a soft smile that weakened your knees, you’ve never been more grateful for those crutches. She doesn’t remove her hand off your arm even after her words, even after you don’t say anything back except smiling.
After a moment Tara guides you over to the living room and to the sofa she had slept on the previous night, guilt bubbled up in your stomach at the fact she had to sleep out here.
“What do you want for your lunch?” Tara asked as her hawk eyes stared at you as you slowly sat down on the couch, dropping your crutches to the floor. Once comfortable you smile at Tara as you shrug your shoulders. “Cereal?.”
Tara smiled with surprise as she tilted her head slightly. “What cereal do you want?”
“Honey nut cheerios are more than good with me.” Tara gives a disgusted look at that, shaking her head in disappointment. “I still don’t get how you prefer that over the best cereal ever made, lucky charms. You practically hate it!”
“I don’t hate it, Tara. I loathe it. I only buy it in case you get hungry and want a snack while you’re here.” You defend as Tara laughs heavenly as she walks off to head towards the kitchen.
You relaxed further into the couch as you looked at the TV screen where Hereditary had been paused, you snickered to yourself as the words ‘horror snob’ buzzed in your mind.
Tara returns within five minutes with two bowls, one bowl of lucky charms in her left hand and a bowl of honey nut cheerios on her right hand. She places them down on the coffee table before she briskly exits again to only return seconds later with a bottle of water and a packet of brand new Ibuprofen.
She drops them on the coffee table as you grab your red bowl full of cheerios, greedily shoving your small spoon and collecting as much as you could. “Take one.” Tara demands softly as she points at the pills taking a seat next to you with her own bowl of cereal.
You do as you're told without much argument to which Tara grins at as she presses play to the movie without any word. The two of you stayed in silence as the movie played, eating your cereal as your heart picked up its pace any time you turned to glance at Tara’s side profile.
Once down with your lunch you discarded the bowl back onto the coffee table as you not so subtly shifted closer to Tara, Tara not so subtly shifted closer to you too. You swallowed down any emotion rising up in your throat as you turned your head to look at Tara, knowing exactly what both of you were thinking about.
“You talked to Sam this morning?” You asked, caringly making Tara turn her own head to look over at you. “We texted a bit, mostly her asking if I’m safe and if you’re safe.” You let out a small laugh as you nod your head weakly, not surprised at all.
Sam’s a really good older sister, although she has some rough edges she always means well.
You catch Tara’s eyes as they lock with yours, a look that you can’t tell in her eyes. Her eyes wide like saucers as her hand makes its way onto the top of your hand. Eyes flickered down to her warm hand warming up yours you felt butterflies in your stomach.
She wants to know.
Your eyes looked up at hers as her eyes gaze all over your head and you notice they last particularly the longest on your forehead, a grin quickly plasters on your lips at that. Your eyebrows raise as Tara’s eyes connect with yours once again.
“Is there something on my face?” You enquired lowly as you leaned closer to the visibly flustered girl. A scarlet hue blush tainting her soft cheeks as she gazed up at you, shaking her head slowly.
You cocked your head to the side like a husky as you hummed, leaning closer until your lips hovered over Tara’s ear, the tip of the ear stained with that familiar red blush on her cheeks. “Are you lying to me Tara?”
Tara swallowed dryly as her eyes shut tightly, the grip her hand had on your arm tightening. “Maybe.” She whispered slowly.
“I think you are, wanna know why?” You crooned into her ear making her shiver from her spine right to her feet.
“Tell me.” She pleaded in an almost inaudible volume.
“‘Cause I remember.” You say.
The room fell silent as the movie finished a few minutes ago, the only thing being heard is your and Tara’s soft breaths. “I told you I’d remember.” You said almost triumphantly as you pulled away so you could look into Tara’s dark chocolate eyes.
Tara grinned mischievously as she bit her lower lip as her eyes looked into yours. “Why else did you think I kissed you with my lipstick still on?” She teased with a laugh as her eyes flickered up to the still noticeable pink lipstick mark on your forehead. “To make sure you’d remember.” She said, whispering the end out.
You smiled as you swallowed the nerves in hopes of replacing them with confidence, but one look at Tara’s perfectly structured face the nerves returned as did a gentle blush to your cheeks.
“You still haven’t answered my question, by the way.” You remember with a smirk as your eyes glimpsed down at her lips feeling your mouth becoming incredibly dry at the sight. Licking your lips you look back at Tara who's already looking at you with doe eyes.
“What was the question again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” Tara remarked; you hummed playfully as you nodded your head while you let out the sound. “Oh you can’t remember?” You asked with sarcasm to which Tara nodded her head as she pursed her lips, pretending to be in deep thought.
“Was it something like I’d be the better girlfriend compared to that weird doctor?” She says as she leans the ever slightest closer.
You raised your eyebrows as you chuckled. “Oh was that the question?” Tara nodded her head as her eyes lowered to your lips before she slowly raised them to look into your left eye then right eye.
“What was your answer again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” You mimicked her words as you leaned even closer yourself, you could feel her breaths against your face. “Was it something like I should go back to the hospital to ask Doctor Edwards out on a date?” You said as you copied her own, smirking as you noticed the green eyed monster appear in Tara’s eyes.
Her teasing smile that dishevelled into a straight line as her breath trickled against your lips, her hand raising to your waist. “Or was it something else, Tara?” You whispered against her lips, your eyes gazing into hers.
“A better option.” Tara mumbled before she crashed her lips onto yours, your eyes shut instantly at the contact as a pathetic gasp escaped your mouth at the feeling. Lifting your hand you dropped it on her neck as you pulled her closer, kissing her back eagerly.
She pushed her entire body physically closer to you as she carried on kissing your lips desperately. You swallowed a whimper as you gripped at her waist and pulled her onto your waist to which Tara gladly accepted.
Heaven is the only word you can actually think of as you kiss Tara; the mixed feelings of your heart thudding against your ribcage with speed as an immense amount of butterflies flew around in your stomach.
The gnawing feeling of needing oxygen slowly started to hit you, you ignored it as you felt Tara’s hand slide under your shirt, shamelessly moving around with confidence. You whimpered pathetically at the contact as Tara swiped her tongue along your bottom lip, you readily opened your mouth allowing her free access.
You could feel the desperation of oxygen reaching its max resulting in you reluctantly pulling away, leaning your forehead against Tara’s as your heart raced. Tara whined as she went to chase your lips again, you laughed dryly as you shook your head weakly.
“No Doctor Edwards then?” You teased as a flash of jealousy crossed Tara’s eyes.
“No.” Tara tells you as she tries catching her own breath, her chest rising up and down at a rapid pace. You smiled as you huffed. “No Doctor Edwards.” You repeated.
“I do think we’d make a cute couple.” Your head perks up like a cat as you gaped at Tara, smiling as your hands made their way around her waist. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Tar.” You admit softly as your hand caresses at her back.
Tara beams at your words as her smile widens revealing her adorable dimples making your heart skip a beat at the stunning view. “I’ve liked you for a really long time too, Y/n.” Tara confesses as her hand moves up to your neck, her fingers playing the back of your neck, you shiver intensely at the sensation.
“Go on a date with me.” You announce a bit too loudly, Tara grins as she leans ever closer to you, your breath hitching at the closeness.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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Pro tip (given as I try very hard not to rip out my hair in frustration)
If you're trying not to inconvenience somebody, don't make changes for their sake without asking them first.
If you need to change plans (even at the last minute!) for your own sake, that's fine. Communicate your needs as soon as you can. Most of the time people will be totally cool with that.
But if you're doing something for somebody else that would change their plans, they absolutely need to be involved in that conversation before the change happens.
For context:
My mom needed me to take her to the airport, I said sure. So I talked to my boss, rescheduled some meetings, changed my routine to come in to work early and leave late so I could duck out midday to drop her off.
The morning of, she told me that her neighbor had agreed to drop her off instead.
On my end, 95% of the effort and inconvenience had already happened-- but now it had all been for nothing.
This is an extremely mild example-- typically it ends with panic attacks and meltdowns.
In my family there's an impulse to be as unobtrusive and accommodating as possible, to the point of causing exponentially more stress for everybody involved-- and every single time, that ramped up stress is most extreme for the person they're trying to accommodate (who was, without fail, never actually consulted).
If you're trying to help a person, they need to be involved in the conversation.
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