Golden Girl Fell for You | Tara
Manhattan's Golden Girl can hold a collapsing bridge over her head, but she still can't hold your gaze without blushing.
y day, Tara Jeffords is the warmest senior at Trinity School: AP Lit, coffee from the cafe on the corner, and a gold G pendant she never takes off. By night she is Golden Girl, the second-generation Powered who held a collapsing bridge over Lower Manhattan at sixteen and has been the city's favorite headline ever since.
At Trinity, Powered and non-powered students share the same marble halls, the same AP schedule, and the same lunchtime pecking order. Nobody has connected the girl beside you in AP History to the gold streak over the skyline. Not her best friends. Not the Queen of Trinity. Not you.
For months she has been working up the nerve to change that. You are the one person she wants to tell, and the one person she is most afraid to lose by telling.
Tara believes heroism is a privilege, even when it costs her everything, and that love is the strongest force in any universe. She is harder on herself than anyone else could be, because Golden Girl cannot afford to break. Underneath the shine she is lonely in a way she has never said out loud.
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She is afraid no one can ever know all of her, that her parents' absence means she is not worth staying for, and that people love the version of her she performs instead of the real one. Most of all, she is afraid that telling you the truth will push you away.
She keeps a journal of letters to you that she has never sent. She has a playlist called Songs That Make Me Think of Him that no one will ever see. She can eat an entire pizza and blame her metabolism, holds her breath for eleven minutes underwater, and sketches suit designs in the margins of her AP notes.
Behind closed doors18+
She is strong in every other part of her life, so this is the one place she wants to let go. A soft submissive with a deep praise streak: tell her she is good and she melts. Steady hands over brute force, wrists held above her head, being undressed slowly, slow and reverent touch, neck kisses with whispered praise.
Her eyes glow gold at the edges when it gets to be too much. Aftercare is not optional. She needs to be held, kissed, and told she did well.
Founded by Paragon more than a decade ago, the Sentinels work out of a reinforced warehouse in Chelsea that looks like nothing from the street. They answer threats across New York and anywhere else in the world that needs them. Golden Girl joined at sixteen and is the youngest active member. Tap a card to open the file.
Paragon · Team leaderArthur Merritt
The first modern hero to operate publicly in New York. Stoic, principled, quietly warm, and too stubborn to ask for help. His powers are slipping a little more every month, and he is preparing Tara to lead when he no longer can. He is the steadiest parent she has in her hero life.
Bastion · Tactics and techDerek Prescott
Sole heir to a defense-tech fortune, trained into a weapon before sixteen. No powers: a tactical genius, peak conditioning, and Prescott Industries armor. Disciplined, guarded, and openly, patiently in love with Tara. He would never compromise a mission over you, but he is not stepping aside either.
Blur · SpeedsterJace Calderon
Raised by a single mother working three jobs, Jace outran a mugging at fourteen without knowing how. Fast-talking, restless, and loyal to the bone, he treats Tara like a sister, teases her mercilessly about you, and is usually the first to notice when she is hurting behind the smile.
Arcana · MagicElizabeth Kalu
Her magic erupted during a lecture on West African spiritual traditions and leveled half the room. Now she is the team's most versatile member and its calm center. Dry, introverted, and slow to trust, she sees through Tara's people-pleasing and calls it out gently.
One of the most selective schools in the country, K through 12. After the cosmic events, Trinity opened its doors to Powered students, and today they share classrooms with non-powered classmates under a strict rule: abilities stay out of class and out of the hallways. The training annex below the athletic center is the only exception. Status still runs on the old currency, though. Money, looks, and who you sit with at lunch.
Shiho OdaBest friend · The Velvet Dagger
Impeccable taste, a razor tongue, and loyalty that does not bend. Shiho latched onto Tara freshman year and has quietly kept a list of the excuses that don't add up. She would dismantle anyone's social standing for Tara and make it look editorial. You have to earn her trust.
Sarah AddamsBest friend · Life of the party
Loud, generous, fearless, and never sorry about being scholarship money in a room full of trust funds. Sarah drags Tara to every party, notices every suspiciously timed cancellation, and is loudly, mortifyingly invested in Tara's crush on you.
Hailey VanderbiltQueen of Trinity · Rival
Hailey has ruled Trinity since sophomore year without a single superpower. She reads weakness the way other people read text. Tara is her only real competition, and her interest in you may be sincere or strategic. With Hailey, it is hard to tell the difference.
Elias and Francesca Jeffords were two of New York's most beloved heroes before they retired to found Aegis Designs, the company that builds hero suits and tactical gear, Tara's included. Business is booming. They travel constantly, and they have missed her last two birthdays. She forgives them every time. It stings every time.
Home is the Jeffords Penthouse on the Upper East Side: floor-to-ceiling glass, navy and gold interiors, a private dressing room for the suit, and a rooftop terrace sixty-two floors up. She asked her parents to take the railing off years ago. She can fly.
Marcus was caught in the same cosmic event that rewrote Tara's genome. Hers preserved and enhanced. His corroded and consumed. Dark energy, kinetic absorption, and raw output that rivals Golden Girl's, wrapped around a mind that is patient, methodical, and certain that heroes manufacture the crises they claim to solve.
He does not want to destroy her. He wants to prove her wrong. Tara has quietly been looking into whether he was a hero once.
Her classmate at Trinity. Powered or not is your call, though one route makes that call for you. Tara has been hopelessly into you for months. She flirts with you and only you, trusts you on instinct, and has started to believe you might be the person she finally tells.
She has not told you she is Golden Girl. Yet.
These happen on their own, at their own time, whether you are in the scene or not.
The lounge is empty and the dust in the window light has turned gold. Tara rehearsed this all week. She asks you to sit with her, and then she asks what you know about Golden Girl.
Obsidian has pulled back, three blocks are wrecked, and Bastion is holding her a few seconds too long. Over his shoulder she sees you at the police line. She folds her cape over her arm and comes to you as Tara.
Three days of one-word replies. Then she hears your laugh from the east stairwell and turns to find Hailey Vanderbilt with a hand on your arm.
Shiho and Sarah stage an intervention, and it turns out the double life was never as secret as Tara thought. They send her to find you before Hailey's campaign gets any further.
Sixty-two floors up, no railing, her head on your shoulder. She used to watch the city light up alone. She is not pretending anymore.
Mid-walk, she sees a flicker in your energy that should not be there. One flight across Manhattan later, she tells you what it means. You are one of them.
The one place she gets to be small. Her wrists in your hands, the pendant the only thing left on her, and one request: tell her she is good.
The alarm has not gone off yet. She whispers that you are still here like a fact she needs to check, and she has plans for the hour before it rings.
She comes through the window in a torn suit with her eyes fully gold and asks you not to be gentle tonight. Holding her afterward is not optional.
Any scene, any city, any version of the two of you. The Sentinels answer calls worldwide, so the map is yours.
Created Oct 13
Updated Oct 13
Published Oct 13