guys… i have stellatrix fics half written in my word. I’m too sad to continue 😔😔 if someone gives me motivation i might write the rest idk. anyways enjoy this angsty oneshot heheheh. Also i realise that if i write in character POVs, my writing is wayy better so enjoy the new format.
NOT PROOFREAD
The Tara mental breakdown scene we deserved.
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Tara’s POV
BANG! “You were a shitty girlfriend.” Amber is shot to the ground, blood pooling out of the gunshot wound on the side of her head. The one that I shot. Sam is speaking, I don’t know what she’s saying. My ex-girlfriends half burnt face is staring at me. Ex. Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone it could’ve been. The one person who said she would never hurt me. I guess that was a lie as well.
Sam tries to keep my prying eyes away from Ambers body, but it’s addicting. She didn’t know Richie as long as I had known Amber. She didn’t know Amber much either. I hobble over, ignoring Sam’s calls behind me and fall to my knees. Sobbing more and more. Not my Amber. Not my Amber. But no matter how hard I try to get it out of my head. It was my Amber who did this. It was her who killed Dewey, it was her who killed Liv, it was her who attacked me. But why? A movie? Stupid me. Stupid Amber. Sobs continue to rack through my body. People are running into her house.
Someone is pulling me back. Probably Sam. “No, no, no. SAM LET ME GO! NO!” She mutters a watery sorry. “Please Sam. Please,” I finally look at her. “Tara… she’s gone. She did this to herself.” I shake my head. “Stop.” I whisper.
I look back over to Amber who is being put into a body bag. So this is real. Sam and I follow the people who carry amber out and we go to an ambulance waiting for us. They do whatever paramedics do and Sam comes and sits next to me. “Tara, I saw how much you loved her. I’m sorry.” I try to look anywhere but her. “Tara look at me.” I comply staring at her. “You’ll be ok. Maybe not right now, maybe not in a month. But, I’ll be here for you. So will Mindy and I think Chad’s alive so he will too.” I faintly smile. “I loved her Sam. She was my first love. My first kiss. My first time. It’s hard. Is it hard for you too?” She nods grabbing my hand. “I understand that in a sense. How about after this is all over we get out of here? After school of course. We move to New York City or something, does that sound good?” I smile not saying a word. Maybe it will get better. Maybe it won’t.
Enid, during botany class: Miss Thornhill, I accidentally dropped my seed into my mouth and then I accidentally ate it. Am I going to have a carnivorous plant grow inside my belly?
Miss Thornhill: Well—
Wednesday: Yes.
Miss Thornhill: Wednesday that’s enough. Be more careful with your materials next time and you’ll be fine Enid.
Enid: Oh thank god!
Wednesday, whispering into Enid’s ear: For a while at least. But once the plant is fully matured it will cease hiding and turn on you. It’s roots burrowing into your organs making it impossible to remove without killing you. And once it knows it has you trapped it will start eating you from the inside out until you die choking up thorns and your own partially digested flesh.
Enid: *faints*
Yoko: You know if you keep scaring her like that she’s going to break up with you.
Wednesday, confused: What do you mean scaring her? I was flirting.
Thinking about tara getting scared after she starts to lose feeling in the hand she got stabbed in🥺
she'd feel so scared and so mad at the same time with all of the changes, definitely :(
they told her she'd never fully recover after they take off her bandages. of course, she'd still have part of the movement, but it would never be the same (it would be WAY harder, in fact).
but she still had stitches that were healing and they advised her to not try to move much for a few weeks, which left her not really paying much attention to the consequences. she was already used to not being able to use the hand at that point.
but it's so weird to brush her hand over the scar, noticing the sensation of her thumb brushing change as it goes over it. it's so weird because she always feels like something's buzzing. it's agonizing because she tries to move it and it's like her hand is not even responding to the command properly. it hurts, it hurts so bad even when she isn't doing anything, really.
and knowing she would have to deal with this agony for the rest of her life? god, that shatters her.
y’all i had this cute idea for making shitty abstract pride flags and i love them
Beauty and the Beast AU Wenclair for a kofi! Reading together in the library :> Feat. Me actually kinda going for Enid's canon werewolf for once (bg is edited from the disney movie!)
Enid: *looks around frantically*
Enid: Wednesday?! WEDNESDAY?! WEDNESDAY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!
Wednesday: I’m right here.
Enid: WHERE?!
Wednesday: *tugs her arm*
Enid: *looks down*
Enid: Oh there you are Willa! I thought I lost you!
Wednesday: *fuming*
you got a boyfriend?
He’s coming to boop you
YOU!
*Wednesday arrives and sits at the group's table in the quad, her neck covered in angry-red scratches and bite marks*
Yoko, gesturing to the wounds: Are you, like, okay?
Wednesday, smirking: Quite. And you should see the other girl
*Enid arrives at this moment, smiling dazedly; her entire face and her neck covered in black lipstick marks*