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Request - taivan angst, what led to Van tying herself to Tai

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Van had always been a bit of a night owl, but ever since the plane crash: things had got worse.

She dreamt of burning fire, the stench so strong it made Van question what was real.

The smoke was so thick she could taste it, wafting through the hair. She was stuck, and Jackie had left her. Left her to die, to burn.

So sleeping became harder after that. Much worse after the Wolf incident.

Many nights Van would wake up sweating and have to touch her own face as reassurance that it wasn’t hanging off, saturated in blood.

She thought things couldn’t get any worse, that the nightmares that plagued her sleep were beginning to slow down.

Then Tai started sleepwalking, and she found herself staying up even later.

She couldn't help it - she was worried about Tai, and wanted to make sure she was safe.

Van was a heavy sleeper when she did drift off, so she feared that Tai would get lost in the woods somewhere. Or worse, end up like Jackie.

The thought terrified her, almost more than the smell of a burning plane or the phantom pain of teeth clenching onto her jaw and tearing.

Staying awake was for her benefit almost as much as Tai’s, she craved the reassurance.

She needed the heavy breathe of her girlfriend against her neck, the solid weight of a body safely curled against her. It made things seem a lot less crazy.

Most nights, Tai would fall asleep quickly, and Van would watch her for a few minutes before turning out the light.

But some nights, Tai would toss and turn, mumbling incoherently under her breath.

Van knew that those were the nights when Tai was most likely to sleepwalk. She knew Tai like clockwork, like she knows her own body.

So on those nights, Van would stay awake even longer, keeping a watchful eye on Tai. She would prop herself up on the pillows, her eyes fixed on Tai's sleeping form.

She watched as Tai's chest rose and fell with each breath, and listened for any sounds that might indicate she was about to get out of bed.

Sometimes, Tai would move in her sleep, her arms flailing or her legs twitching. Van would reach out and touch her lightly, trying to calm her down.

Even though she was unconscious, almost always Tai would settle, limbs relaxing.

Other times, Tai would whimper softly, as if she was trapped in a bad dream. Van would stroke her hair and whisper soothing words until she settled back into a peaceful sleep.

Despite the long nights and the occasional bouts of exhaustion, Van found solace in watching over Tai.

She felt like she was doing something important, something that showed Tai how much she loved and cared for her.

At first it seemed to work. Tai didn’t sleepwalk for the first week that they slept in the attic together. Van deluded herself into believing it was the end of it.

But then one night when she had drifted off, a loud bang startled Van, and she shot up.

Tai was heading for the ladder back downstairs, clearly asleep.

Van moved quicker than she ever had, arms wrapping right around her girlfriends waist as she tried to tackle her to the ground as carefully as possible without waking the others.

“You’re okay” she breathed out, planting a kiss to Tai’s forehead as she tried to stop herself from shaking.

“It’s okay. You’re okay” she repeated more firmly, pressing Tai to the floor and intertwining their bodies together.

Van’s heart hammered painfully in her chest, as she watched Tai carefully. After a moment of resistance, her muscles went slack and she relaxed against the embrace.

“Everything will be okay” Van whispered into the silence, trying to convince herself.

...

Tai awoke the next day with no recollection of the events, as Van had expected.

She seemed understandably freaked out, and Van felt a rush of protectiveness flash through her. An urge to make sure she never felt so scared again.

Tai was on wood duty with Lottie, something Van typically felt drawn to watching.

She’d often end up in the forrest too, eyes glued to her girlfriends form as she lifted up the axe and send it through the branches with a satisfying thud.

Tai had taken a liking to the axe and almost always ended up assigned to wood duty. Not that Van was complaining of course, her arms looked fantastic swinging through the air.

She felt distracted that day, mind racing as she helped Lottie with cleaning. She thought of any way to keep Tai from sleep-walking, from getting into danger.

Then Lottie lays a jacket with long sleeves down to dry and Van has an idea.

It isn’t foolproof by any means and most certainly won’t be comfortable, but it’s the only logical thing and that’s how she pitches it to Tai, holding out the rope with a smirk.

She ignores how shaky her hands are, at how terrifying it had been to see Tai standing there - only steps away from plummeting down the ladder.

If she closes her eyes and thinks hard then maybe Van could imagine the thud as her girlfriend lands on the floor hard.

She swallows instead, fiddling with the rope to hide her anxiety.

“You want to... what?”

They’re interrupted by the fall of timber and Tai throws another set of branches to the side.

”Tie us together” Van replies, trying not to swoon at the sight. “I think it’s pretty symbolic, no?”

Tai grins at this, shaking her head with the same amused, fond smile that made Van fall in love with her in the first place.

”You think it’ll work?”

Van shrugs, helping to gather the wood. “It can’t hurt. And it’s better than seeing you almost fall out the attic”

Tai falters at that, nearly dropping the branches she carried. “Yeah. You’re right”

Van grinned wide at that, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they begin the trek back to the cabin. “That, Tai, is awfully true of you to say”

”You're insane”

”You love it”

....

They don’t tell anyone about the plans. The last thing the group needs right now is anymore chaos, they both agree on that.

The evening passes uneventfully and Van finally nudges Tai as it gets later, gesturing to the attic as discreet as she can manage.

But discreet is definitely not one of her strong suits because Nat catches them and hollers loud. “Have fun ladies”

Van laughs and Tai shakes her head, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh as if you and Travis weren’t boning today. That’s why you took so long!”

Nat is quiet and Van sticks her tongue out in victory as she lets her girlfriend tug her away, climbing the ladder dutifully to the attic, where all the humour starts to fade.

”It’ll work Tai” she presses a kiss to the side of her girlfriends head who is awfully quiet, offering a small smile in reply.

”It better”

She loops the thick rope around her wrist, back around Tai’s then repeats the procedure. “Test it?”

Tai pulls on the bindings, and Van slips, losing her positioning and almost tumbling headfirst into Tai’s lap with a very loud grunt

“Nat is going to think we’re having a different kind of night up here if you carry that on”

Van smirks wider. “Who said we can’t?”

Tai chuckled. “Flirt” she rolls her off carefully though, laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. Van lays at her side, hands wrapped together, bound by the rope.

”If anything happens wake me up”

”I read in an article awhile back that you’re not meant to do that” Van replies, and even through the darkness she can see Tai’s raised eyebrow.

“What?” She presses with a laugh.

”You read an article?”

They erupt into a quiet laughter, bodies pressed tight together as Tai presses a hand to stifle Van’s snort.

“It had many pictures. It had..” she tries to explain, but Tai’s hand rests still covering her mouth.

“Sssh. Go to sleep now” she kisses the side of her jaw, near the scars. Her mouth so gentle and light that Van almost shudders.

She cranes her neck, moving closer and humming in satisfaction when their mouths connect. Tai indulges her briefly, before pulling apart to rest her head against Van’s shoulder instead.

”Go to sleep” she instructs, hand sifting through red hair. Van chases her lips and Tai rolls her eyes again, her voice full of mirth.

“You’re insatiable”

“Never hear you usually complaining”

”Go to sleep now, Van”

...

Van sleeps that night much better than usual. Like a log, as the saying goes.

When her eyes open, the first thing she notices is Tai, still curled against her front - hand twisted into the front of her hoodie almost possessive.

The second thing she notices is a new kind of pain, an aching burn across her wrists. The rope had chaffed her skin, leaving it an ugly red almost oozing blood.

Its nastier to look at then to feel, and all Van can think is relief that Tai is safely at her side.

So it worked. It was worth it. She could endure a bit of friction burn if it meant that Tai was safe, Van thought as she decided to settle back down and have a bit more sleep.

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Hey! I want to write for some Yellowjackets so I’m currently taking requests! Open to any characters, both timelines, any ships and ideas so send away

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hi hope ur having a good day! i was wondering if you recreate the “let me go” tara and sam scene except its sam and reader ? you could choose the ending wether it’s angsty or fluff and please feel no pressure if u dont like the idea

Hey! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy!

Moving to New York hadn’t been your idea, or something you’d ever have considered before.

You liked a quieter life style, slower and more relaxed. The hustle and bustle of city life never appealed to you.

That’s why you seemed like one of the high school grads who would never step foot out of your hometown Modesto - and that fine. You were content.

Before the college season started, you worked part time at a small bowling alley. It wasn’t great - both the pay and the screaming kids, and even more annoying parents. But it was a job.

That’s how you met her, Sam. She started a few weeks after you, guarded and closed off. You could work with that, you reasoned at the time - focus on the job at hand instead of wasting time talking.

Then as you begun to spend more time together, you both grew close and she started to open up. You knew she had issues with her family, and fled home.

That had made you laugh, the fact she chose Modesto to seek refuge in. At the same time, you opened up about how you had no great big plans in life - how you would settle for basics.

After work, you would both go for drinks, sometimes at a bar or often at her shitty apartment, crouched so close together you could feel the huff of her breath as she passed you a glass.

You were friends. Perhaps each other’s only friend. Sometimes the line would blur. You’d spend too long staring at Sam’s arms, watching the muscles flex. 

Or she would give you a soft, reserved smile then blush, and look away before you could even process the action.  

She was attractive, you knew that. But you didn’t want to ruin the tentative friendship you had both created - so you didn’t say anything, burying the feelings so deep within you, hoping they would dissipate. 

The bowling alley wasn’t busy, it was small and off the highway. This meant there weren’t many staff employed, but when a student dropped out - the manager introduced Richie.

You disliked him from the start. He was obnoxious and the sound of his voice rattled you. For some reason, Sam enjoyed his company so you tolerated his presence, barely.

Not even three months later, they were dating. It was a hard pill to swallow, to see the girl you liked date a guy as infuriating as Richie. But it wasn’t your place to say anything. 

The next events felt like a blur. A nightmare you couldn’t shake. Woodsborough. You hadn’t even wanted to go, to leave the complacency of Modesto. 

Sam needed you. Her sister was hurt, and she was scared. So it was a no brainier, you drove her home and tried to ignore Richie’s annoyingly loud voice blaring at you from the back of the car. 

Though as much as you disliked him - it was a shock to see his smirk as he buried a glinting knife into your abdomen. 

All you heard was Sam’s frantic screams, calling out your name as your eyes slowly drifted shut - succumbing to the darkness enveloping you.

It wasn’t fatal, the wound. Two centimetres right and it would’ve been - the doctor explains as you come to in a hospital room apparently days later.

Sam is by your side, eyes widened with fear but also relief as she envelops you into a tight hug. The whole thing brings you both closer together, somehow. Sam grows fiercely more protective, unwilling to let you or Tara out of her sight. 

She proposes New York - a fresh start, and as much as you don’t like changes, you can’t deny her anything so you agree. 

It isn’t your ideal place. It’s too busy, to many people - and this enhances your fears anyway. Wherever you look, you expect to see Ghostface standing in front of you, or Richie - brandishing his knife, wearing that same grin. 

Sam tries her best to reassure you, promises you she won’t let anyone hurt you again. That you were safe. 

Things are undoubtably different - and you aren’t surprised when she sneaks into your room one night, meeting your eye and crashing her mouth to yours with a passion you knew she’d posses. 

You spend more time kissing and doing .. other things than talking. Things are never defined or labelled, Sam isn’t your girlfriend - you remind yourself through gritted teeth as she’s hit on again by the guy who lives across the street. 

Then the killings start again. You think it would be safe, or at least safer in a big city, that you could hide in the crowds.

But whoever dons the mask this time, is much more calculated and ruthless. They chase down your group, butchering Anika and injuring Mindy.

It’s scary, and relentless. So you really hope the plan at the abandoned movie theatre would work. 

If it were a movie, you and Sam would confess your feelings before the whole debacle, profess your love for each other then meet your untimely demise. 

But it isn’t a movie, and the only thing Sam says is her repeated promise that she won’t let anyone hurt you. As much as you trust her, you are beginning to lose hope at this point. 

The reveal stuns you, at how Richies family were involved - how they orchestrated the whole thing. Revenge, for killing their beloved son - if you weren’t about to be killed, you might have laughed at the irony - the absurdity.

Alongside the Carpenter sisters, you fight back with as much tenacity as you can manage. You replace the crippling fear with a burning anger, fuelled by the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

You're naive enough to think it’ll be over, that you’ll get away - climbing to what Tara spots as another exit. The worst of it had come and gone, surely.

It happens in slow motion, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach like you were riding a rollercoaster. You lose your footing, the bullets ricocheting around you as Detective Bailey chuckles loudly. 

Sam watches you, desperately clinging to your hand - hers stained and sticky with blood as she promises things you know she can’t guarantee.

The air whips as Ethan lunges at you, knife slicing through nothingness as he chortles with the same sick satisfaction as his older brother.

Sam can’t hold you for much longer, and Tara is too far away to help. You hear another maniacal laugh and spot Quinn, bloody and crazed as she stands only mere feet away.

There isn’t anything else to do, and you can’t let Sam stand there forever, holding your hand in her own for an eternity. She needs to leave, to gather Tara and get away, to safety. 

You’re not one for dramatics usually, and perhaps the wording is a bit too movie climax but you mean every word. 

“Let me go Sam”. She ignores you at first, still trying to pull you up, so you meet her gaze. “You need to let me go”

She shakes her head, “No. no. We’ll find a way, we’ll ...” Her voice garbles together as she rants, still trying to find a solution that won’t come. 

“You have to let me go” You tell her, seeing Quinn move closer, hearing Tara call for her big sister.

Sam’s eyes shine and you think she’s going to say something, to refuse again. You offer her a weak smile, eyes doing all the talking. 

You won’t give them the satisfaction of hearing your last words, won’t let them revel in your misfortune of confessing your love to someone who you won’t get the chance to love.

Then you wrench your hand from her slippery grip and plummet down with a loud bang.

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Also feel free to send more requests/prompts! I’m back into writing Scream more regular

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Here we go! Enjoy

You’d only been in New York a few weeks. It wasn’t a top choice for college, but you prioritised the city life - wanting to push yourself out your comfort zone and meet new people, try new things.

Majoring in film was a last minute choice you only decided on a whim, wanting to do something enjoyable - life was too short to do something you hated.

Not to your surprise, most of your classmates were ... film dweebs, as your new friend Mindy put it. The statement was true enough, most of them didn’t have personalities out of their letterboxd accounts.

You and Mindy bonded from an early day, both enjoying to watch movies together but also get lunch and hang out. 

Your relationship was too close to ever be considered more than platonic - and it was her who introduced you to Sam in the first place. 

She’d invited you around for a party once, where you met her small tight knit group of friends. Of course you’ve heard the stories - the infamous ghostface killings, but it didn’t change how you viewed your newfound friends.

For the most part, you all got along. You’d head to gym sessions with Chad, almost always followed by a McDonald’s. 

Tara liked the solitude of the library, and you would both plan hangouts and study sessions. You were even close with Mindy’s girlfriend Anika. 

It was easy to bond, and college became more fun with a larger group to hang with. 

The only problem was Sam.

At first, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. She was attractive, in a cocky - annoying way. 

You’d watch as she would attack anyone who would dare look at Tara the wrong way. The sight was ... something.

College wasn’t the time for anything serious, so initially you considered developing a casual relationship between you both. 

You were self aware enough to know how pretty you were, girls and guys flocked around you. Sam would be no different.

Your first interaction was tinged with a sarcastic banter, a back and forth you weren’t used to. Mindy had described Sam in many ways but never as quick on her feet.

Over time, you begun to bicker about anything and everything. Where to go for dinner, what movie to watch at the theatre.

The others found it insufferable, and you think Tara was actually concerned about the constant disagreement between you both.

You never seemed to agree on anything, ever. Sometimes it would even escalate into a full blown argument, where Chad would grab you around the waist and all but lift you into another room. 

He got you on a subliminal sense - understanding when you were one step away from exploding because Sam refused your six different movie requests.  

It felt different to you though. It wasn’t a hatred. You didn’t even dislike Sam, not really. And you’d bet money that she felt the same.

In a way; it was fun. You liked the dark passion in her eyes as she spat out how terrible your ideas were. You saw the corners of her lips quirk upwards slightly as you berated her cooking skills.

It was like a tennis match, a rally. Waiting for someone to make the first move. The tension you both created was electric, sometimes even suffocating.

You’d both never really hung out one on one either, no reason to. The group seemed to think you hated one another.

But it wasn’t hate. It was a lot of things. Definitely lust, you had to admit.

The tension finally boiled over, because it had to - eventually.

It was one of the only situations where you were both alone. You were meant to be hanging out with Tara - but she had to head to class last minute.

Sam tried to act busy, cooking (and burning) eggs. You made a simple comment about how she couldn’t even master the basics of cooking.

Next minute, she’d pinned you to the wall - arms bulging, straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. Her mouth was furious against yours, all teeth - biting into you.

All you could do was moan, a moan of satisfaction - finally getting what you wanted. 

Her eyes reflected exactly how you felt, and when she finally pulled away for breath - you wound your hands into her dark hair and used it to drag her mouth against yours again.     

She smirked against your mouth, and you both didn’t need words to communicate how you felt as she tugged you impatiently by the hand to her bedroom.

From that moment, things changed - but at the same time, nothing changed. 

You both bickered, perhaps even more - especially in front of the group. 

It wasn’t even to keep a front, to hide your hookup? Relationship? You weren’t sure what it was. All you knew is that your petty arguing seemed to turn on Sam as much as it did for you. 

You begin to spend more time together too, Sam would take you to the movie you had been clamouring to see, though rolling her eyes and complaining about what terrible taste you had.

Still, she prided herself on being a “gentlewoman” (her words) and would buy you enough candy and soda to give you a sugar rush - or even spike your blood pressure, waving off your insistence to pay.

No one caught on to your true feelings. Tara would roll her eyes when you bickered, pleading at you both to stop. Mindy would sigh loudly, muttering under her breath until Anika hit her shoulder. And Chad, Chad had the awareness of a toddler, so you didn’t need to worry about him.

Besides, you liked having Sam to yourself - no one else knowing about what was going on. You liked the softer, vulnerable side that came out occasionally. 

Regardless of the ghost face attacks, you knew Sam was a protective - guarded person. They enhanced this, you knew that too.

She didn’t like people seeing her soft because she thought it made her weak. But sometimes in private, she let down the guard with you.

Not always. You knew about Richie, how her trust issues meant a relationship wasn’t anywhere soon on the cards.

That was fine with you, focusing on college was a priority. It meant you were content with the banter in front of the group, and the occasional date between you both. For now, it was enough.

helloooooo your sam fics are so freaking good. like SO good!!! can i request sam x r where they always butt heads and everyone thinks they hate each other, enemies to lovers type? i loved sam being shy when r was saying she’s hot in your last one - that would be so cute 😭🫡

Hiiii I’m sorry for the delay! It’s been a busy month, but this is coming soon don’t worry anon!

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helloooooo your sam fics are so freaking good. like SO good!!! can i request sam x r where they always butt heads and everyone thinks they hate each other, enemies to lovers type? i loved sam being shy when r was saying she’s hot in your last one - that would be so cute 😭🫡

Hiiii I’m sorry for the delay! It’s been a busy month, but this is coming soon don’t worry anon!

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Hey! I'm really a big fan of reincarnation, transmigration and isekai types of fics, so I was wondering if I can request a Tara Carpenter x Reincarnated Fem!Reader?

Maybe where reader reincarnated or transmigrated into the Scream universe. R thought at first she got reincarnated/transmigrated at a normal world but then she saw the Ghostface killings when she was child in the news. And since she's a massive fan she decided she'll try to move to Woodsboro when she's older which isn't hard since her parents are loaded and always goes to business trips so R isn't really close with them.

R met the gang just before Scream 5 begans and try as much as possible to not let anyone die while trying to not be suspicious as possible.

R is still then with the gang when Scream 6 begins and she tries to save Anika which she's successful at. (Btw if you want you can decide if you want Wes or Liv to be alive) R almost died and was in a coma for a few weeks and when she woke up, R or Tara confesses their feelings to each other. You can write the ending however you like, I rlly just wanna see how you'll write R that's been reincarnated/transmigrated in their fav series since I've never read anything like this before. That's all, srry if I rambled too much, when its out pls tag me. Thanks!

Hey! Sorry I’m not familiar with reincarnation so wouldn’t be able to write it properly. Sorry again!

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hey are you good? you havent posted in a couple of days

I am! Thank you for the message, and I hope you’re doing great too. Just taken a short break due to being insanely busy and slight writers block. New fics incoming soon, so watch this space 👀

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Part three is up! Posted 9 May. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Part two of Sam x reader. Don’t forget to send across any fics you might want to see - any smut, fluff angst. Enjoy!

You wake up in the morning and consider if you’ve been hit by a truck. Your head is pounding hard, as if someone had slammed a block of cement right into your skull.

The curtains are drawn shut, hiding the room like a dark cave. It makes you think, where even are you? 

The whole night was a blur, the last thing you remember was turning up at the party. 

You weren’t a big drinker at the best of times anyway, probably because of how it made you feel the next day. Today was no exception, you seriously considered staying in bed for the whole day. 

Well, making it home first to your bed. A voice groans beside you and you turn to see Quinn at your side - curled up and snoring without a care in the world. 

“Oh good. You’re finally up” a voice calls, and you flinch at the sound. “Keep it down” you moan, burying into the mattress and pulling the thin duvet over your head.

The voice laughs, whoever it was clearly isn’t going anywhere. You concede and roll off the bed, coming face to face with a grinning Chad.

”Hey there” he greets, looking remarkably put together and the complete opposite to how you feel. Before you can even formulate a reply, another voice chimes in.

”Good morning lover girl” Mindy looks worse off than her brother, wearing a jumper you faintly recognise as Anika’s. Her eyes are dark, makeup smudged - and despite the mock happy tone, she sounds exhausted.

The word choice seems to specific for a casual joke, and it makes you think - what happened last night?

Perhaps you just flirted with someone? Quinn maybe? The more you thought about it, she did seem quite touchy feely last night. More than usual.

“What are you talking about?” You grumble, frowning at the sight of your crumpled clothes. The twins share a look, smirking wide in that trademark annoying way of theirs.

Sometimes they were such an annoying duo. “Everything just makes sense now” Chad replies cryptically and Anika appears from the doorway, hitting his arm.

”Stop teasing her you two” she hands you a glass of water with a small smile. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and accept the glass, holding a hand to your head and taking an Advil. “Where are we?”

”Some frat party. Jason? Jack?” Quinn pipes up from your side, suddenly awake and running a hand through her tangled hair. “What a night huh? Didn’t see that coming”

Everyone so far is acting strange, making you think that something must have definitely happened. You groan again, hoping it wasn’t too embarrassing as you follow the twins into the living room.

Tara sits on a couch, looking as wrecked as you feel. Besides her sits Sam, and you’re quick to avert your eyes.

Mindy seems to catch the action and raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Morning Tara” you greet your friend, joining her on the couch, as far away from Sam as you can manage.

”No good morning for me?” Sam cocks an eyebrow, voice unbearably hot in a husky tone. The twins giggle again, insufferable and Anika looks at her with sympathetic eyes.

“Uhhh” you trail away, not sure what was happening. She usually tended to ignore you back, but the telling smirk sent your way could maybe explain why everyone was acting like this. “Morning” 

The silence is awkward, and you wring your hands as the group starts to disperse, heading off to classes. 

Your best bet to find out what happened would be Anika, but she leaves with Ethan for an early morning session. The twins were clearly having way too much teasing you, and Tara seemed in a worse state than you.

That only left Sam herself, and Quinn. And you really didn’t want to ask Sam why she was acting so different, about what you must’ve clearly said.

Both options wouldn’t work, so you decide to hopefully ignore the problem and head home with the girls in silence.

The minute you step through the door, you lock yourself in your bedroom and get changed for class. The walk is quick, and class goes off without a hitch.

You almost forget about the events until the evening where you start to prepare dinner. Living with Sam had been amicable till now, something you hoped wouldn’t change.

The jar of tomatoes are on the top shelf and you sigh loudly, searching for the typical stool that you and Tara always have hanging around. 

“No problem” a voice calls in sing song, reaching up to the shelf and grabbing it for you. 

“Thank you....” your voice gets lost in your throat to see Sam leaning against the counter, holding the jar with a broad smile. 

She looks happier to see you than usual where you both make polite small talk, grin stretching across her face as she waves the tomatoes towards you. “you need them or...”

You reach out and take them, feeling your cheeks blush the same colour. “Thank you Sam” you force your voice to be neutral

She’s wearing a blue tank top, one of your favourite looks on her - with black pants and a green jacket. It takes all of your resolve not to check her out fully as you refocus your attention to cooking.

”Need a hand?” She holds one up to you, eyes challenging. You ignore the clear pun behind the offer. “I’m good thanks”

”Sure thing”. 

You continue to cook, and as you focus - you assume she’s gone. The room is peaceful, quiet and let’s you distract yourself with a task.

“So what’s for dinner?” You jump at the sound, knife slipping from the carrot and grazing your finger.

”Fuck Sam” you gasp, surprised to hear her voice. Your hand is dripping blood.

She joins you around the counter instantly, moving with such precision that you might have appreciated more if you weren’t bleeding all over the countertop.

”Shit. Sorry. Let me see it” She doesn’t give you a chance to reply, pushing you into a chair and grabbing your hand. 

The wound isn’t big but starts to ache, you’ve never been good with blood. One time Chad had tried back flipping into a pool and caught his face on the edge, you had almost fainted at the sight.

”I don’t think you’ll need stitches” Sam murmurs, still holding your hand. Her palm is cool and strong against your sweaty skin and you nod as she pulls out a medical kit.

She wraps a plaster around the skin with precision, focused and unwavering in a way you admire. It isn’t just looks, you find Sam an attractive person in the way that she’s strong and reliable too.

”There we go” she adds a light bandage for good measure and you manage a weak smile. “Thanks for that”

She laughs, steadying you with a hand to the small of your back.“Easy now” and fuck. Her mouth is so close to your ear. Her voice low and rough. You bite down on your lip hard and screw your eyes shut. 

You want her to hold you. To press you tight against your body until it aches. 

The moment ends and she releases you, nodding at your bandaged finger. “Keep an eye on that” she demands, and her tone makes you squeeze your legs together as subtle as you can manage.

”Yes ma’am” you tease with a salute, growing more relaxed in her company. She grins at you, and when you think she’s going to leave - her head ducks down and presses a kiss to your finger. 

“Call me if you need any help with dinner, or if you need any more medical assistance” she offers, winking at you before sauntering into her bedroom without a second look.

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Sam Carpenter x GF!Reader

Sam and Reader are together and Sam is finally able to trust someone again. They’re basically in S6 but instead of the Kirsch’ being the killers it’s only Reader.

Reader’s motive is to drive Sam crazy till she “accepts who she is” and embraces the Loomis genes inside of her. Reader always acted calm and collected but is actually completely obsessed and twisted about Sam’s dark side.

So Reader creates those fake news that Sam was actually the real killer in Woodsboro, convinces Sam to just drop her therapist bc he doesn’t understand her anyways, maybe Switches out her medications from time to time.

Third Act happens and Reader manages to trap everyone outside - leaving only Sam and Reader in that shrine room. Sam is all scared and yells into the room For Ghostface to come out. She grabs Reader’s hand with full trust because there’s no way it could actually be Reader, right? Then Sam sees her father’s cloak/robe in the middle of the stage and walks towards it.

Sam sees Billy in the reflections again and is about to open that glass case but then sees Reader awfully smiling too happily in the reflection.

Sam steps away from Reader, Reader cracks up and reveals themselves and tries to attack Sam so that Sam will attack back and “embrace her true self”. Sam ends up killing Reader and is left once again with her trust shattered 🙃

Such a great idea! I hope it meets your expectations

Warnings - pretty dark, violence, death

As guarded as she pretends to be, it’s almost laughable how easy it is to get Sam to fall for you. 

Granted it takes awhile for her to finally trust you, but when she does - you know your plan is working.

It takes weeks, months until she slowly begins to accept that you don’t care who she is (a blatant lie - her genes are the only interesting thing about her)

After everything with Richie, she took the advice ‘never trust the love interest’ a bit too seriously. 

At first, you were casually dating - a few lunches here and there, intense sex at her apartment whilst Tara was out.

It became a game of sorts for you, to try and manipulate Sam into believing you actually cared about her, that you would never let her down.

You found the Ghostface killings fascinating. But you weren’t a weird fanboy geek like Richie or Amber. You had no urge to recreate a movie. 

It wasn’t even about the movies for you. The real story was interesting, and when you found out Samantha Carpenter was the daughter of famous serial killer Billy Loomis - you became obsessed with the idea of legacy.

Someone leaked the post-mortem for Richie Kirsch, intense stabbing with a frantic nature you had seen only from her father years ago.

She was still in denial though, pretending she was a good person who actually didn’t like to kill. So you made it your mission to help her embrace that dark side, the inevitably of who she was.

When Sam fully trusts you, phase two of the plan begins. It’s casual at first, switching out her medication for placebo pills so the hallucinations go haywire.

Many times you or Tara would return home to find Sam having screaming matches with her dead father’s ghost in the mirror.

She tried to change, to accept everyone’s bullshit claims that maybe she was a good person - even beginning to see a psychiatrist.

He wouldn’t help. Couldn’t help. There was nothing wrong with her, this darkness defined Sam. 

Of course you couldn’t tell her this, she would think you were crazy. No, you had to show her.

It’s a somewhat difficult task, Sam doesn’t believe words at face value. She usually mulls it over, so you suggest her psychiatrist doesn’t have her best interests at heart.

She didn’t need him. He didn’t understand. You did. You knew how she felt about the killings, how part of her body realised it was right.

You smiled pitifully and held her hands as you promised to always try and understand. She agreed, dropping him only mere days letter.

Phase three. The theories.

Being well versed with the internet, you create a Reddit account and one day mention how strange it is that Sam got off Scot free for mutilating Richie 

Your posts gained traction fast as many agreed with you. Of course you knew Sam wasn’t the psycho. But you wanted to bring out that side of her, it was just a waiting game.

You plan each event meticulously, in depth. Working solo would be hard, but not impossible - kudos to Roman Bridger, you think.

Each kill works to scare Sam. You don’t want her dead of course, or injured. It’s a game to you, working out who needs to die to create the desired effect.

Anika is easy. You’re so close to Sam and she almost gets a few blows in.

Your alibi is watertight too, a close college friend who you met a few hours earlier and snapped many, many pictures with to sent to your loving girlfriend.

The death the is brutal, and part of you hopes it inspires something deep inside Sam.

You can’t be hidden for each killing. Sam trusts you, but she wasn’t stupid. 

It’s surprisingly easy to charm two stupid, overachieving film students into helping you with your plan.

Jason and Greg are eager for bloodshed and follow your instructions like mindless lapdogs.

You're at the shrine Richie created with Sam when she gets the call about Mindy, and you curse under your breath at the mention she’s still alive. Clumsy idiots.

That only leaves Chad, Tara and that annoying cop Kirby. You want Sam alone. So you can finally break her, get her on side and realise her potential.

You knock Kirby out and leave her a bleeding mess outside the shrine. Easy. 

The other two are harder. It’s too easy to separate and kill them off - Sam would find out. 

You corner Chad and rain down blows with the knife, leaving him a mess before slipping back with your girlfriend innocently.

Tara finds his body and screams. Good, you think - you need Tara to die for Sam to accept her fate. But it needs to be planned properly. 

A blow to the back of the head knocks her out too, and you lock her in a dark room. 

You watch as Sam starts to lose her mind completely, trying not to smirk the entire time. She screams for ghostface to appear, frantically searching the entire room.

She holds your hand and fixes you with such a look that you cringe at the love she burns your way. She’s a monster, and maybe that’s the only thing you’ve ever loved about her.

”Come out!” Her hands shake outwards. “Wherever you are!”

The whole show is entrancing. How stupid she is, how naive. She doesn’t suspect you at all. 

She begins to destroy the shrine, lashing out as she sends memorabilia sailing across the room. You almost forget to play the role of the dutiful girlfriend, too focused on her rage.

Her eyes are drawn to the stage, and she walks up. You follow instantly, legs moving on their own accord.

His robe. Billy. Her father. She touches the glass delicately and you think of the visions, a mix of stress and the cocktail of medication you messed with - probably.

You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face. This is it. Over a year of pretending to have feelings, to pretend that Sam actually means something to you.

All for this. 

“Y/N...”

You spot her eyes on yours, locked on your gaze through the reflection. She’s trembling, noticing the satisfied smirk and you take a step forward.

”It’s okay!” 

It isn’t how you wanted. Not like this. She was supposed to understand. To accept her fate now. You would have to make her realise.

”I did it for you” You promise. And it’s true. Of course the feelings were never real, but you do admire her to an extent. You have nurtured this dark side, and it’s time for it to grow.

She looks horrified, stunned. “I thought you loved me” The words are spoken empty, a hollow voice that makes you want to giggle as you take another step forward.

”You can’t run away from who you are Sam. You can’t pretend to be this innocent girl who wants a normal life. There is this darkness inside of you. That’s why I did all of this! To make you realise”

You wave your hands around the room, eyes wide with passion. She would finally understand.

But she doesn’t. She shakes her head and steps away from you again. “You’re crazy”

This angers you. “Don’t say that”

But she nods, insistent. “You’re crazy. Just like Richie. You’re sick”

The upset turns to anger as she spits the words at you with venom. Her reaction surprises you. You know she wouldn’t have been happy with the events, but you thought perhaps she would understand the reasoning.

”Don’t say that!” You all but scream. “Everything I have done is been for you. For your bloodline. You can’t escape fate! And pretending to be normal will just hurt your love ones even more”

“Where is Tara?” She demands, still looking at you with the betrayed expression.

“It doesn’t matter about her”

You murmur, and she shoves you hard.

”Where is my sister?”

The push catches you off guard, and you pin her against the wall with a hard slam. “Forget about her. She isn’t worth it. You can do so much better, so much more with your life. Embrace who you are. Who your father was”

She cuts off your speech with a hard backhand to the face and sprints across the stage to escape.

You follow in pursuit, blade in hand as you nick the skin of her arm. Not enough for damage, but to restrain her.

”Why are you being like this? I did it for you!” You pant, watching as the blood trickles down her wrist.

She tries pushing you off, and you both begin to tussle with each other until you lose your temper and press the sharp blade to her throat.

”I don’t want to do this” You press it in slightly. “But you’re acting like a lunatic Sam!”

She laughs at you, empty. “You want to see psycho?”

Before you can even blink, you’re on your back and Sam looms over you. All you hear is the whoosh of the knife as she buries it in your gut, pulling it out and planting it in again.

You gasp at the pain, mouth stretching into a smile. “Yes” you cough weakly, blood at your jaw. “See.... doesn’t that.. feel. Feel good...”

Your eyes flicker shut as you hear the blade. Again. Again. The last thing you ever see is Sam smeared in blood as she smirks down at you.

Your life is over. But your plan worked. It must have. There’s no turning back from this now for her. Your only regret is that you won’t get to see the aftermath.

You chuckle slightly, coughing again as you feel the life leaving your body. She tilts your head up, knife at your throat with such a glint in her eye that you give her a blood smeared smile. 

“You’re beautiful” you whisper as she slices the skin of your throat.

You don’t hear, or see - as she sobs manically over your lifeless body. 

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Can you do angst with Anika where you sacrifice yourself to save her during the ladder scene

Enjoy! As much as you can for something so angsty I guess haha

Warnings - violence, death

You don’t even know why Anika agrees to stay with Mindy and her friends at Sam’s apartment. 

There’s a masked killer on the loose, targeting the group - and the last thing you want is for you both to end up victims.

She’s adamant though. Insistent in that pouty way of hers. Mindy was her best friend, and she wanted to make sure she was safe.

You had to just agree, not wanting to let your girlfriend stay alone.

At first everything was fine. You chilled on the couch together, sipping lukewarm wine that Sam produced from the back of an old cupboard.

Forgetting about the chaos in New York, it was actually kinda nice to spend time with Anika away from the stress of mid term exams. 

It didn’t last long when the news came on tv, and a familiar face of Sam Carpenter popped up.

Things got worse from that moment. The door springs open and Anika clutches at you with a wide eyed desperation you’d never seen before.

She was always so happy go lucky, cheerful to a fault. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with her to begin with.

Now, she screeches in horror as the figure slashes her with a blade across her stomach. You act instantly, pulling him away with a yell - and getting a matching wound to your shoulder for the trouble. 

As much as it aches, Anika is clearly in the worst state and you almost drag her into the bedroom. Her eyes are focused on your shoulder though, ever so thoughtful and caring.

The door, although barricaded, won’t hold for much longer. The neighbour, Danny, you faintly remember; throws across a ladder and you almost want to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

You should be at home, revising for your biology mid term and trying (and failing) to resist Anika on your lap, grinning as she tries to distract you. 

Instead, you watch as Sam crawls across the ladder and hopes the door will hold long enough for you all to get across.

After she scrambles, Mindy helps you drag Anika to the ladder who screams for you both to go first.

You refuse. But you’re wasting time arguing so Mindy reluctantly goes next.

For a brief moment, you see a possibility of making it out alive. Of getting across safely, all of you.

But the shaking against the door is growing more frantic and the wood won’t last much longer. Mindy screams at you both from the end of the ladder, and you turn back to Anika with wide eyes. 

“You gotta go next baby” You plead, tears running down your face as the door splinters and almost cavers. She shakes her head, tears smudging her eye makeup.  

This time you don’t take no for an answer, and almost carry her to the ledge. She’s begging for you to go first, and you have to avert your eyes so your resolve doesn’t crumble.

”I’ll be right behind you” You promise with a kiss to her sickly white forehead, all but shoving her through the window opening onto the ladder.

Mindy calls for her across the distance, arms outstretched and screaming. The door heaves again. It won’t last long.

”You have to go quick Anika. Come on. Y/N is right behind you!”

Sam’s words seem to do the trick and at the mention of your name, Anika begins to crawl quicker - clutching her stomach as she bleeds onto the floor below.

You watch as she makes the half way point, and that’s when the door caved in.

It’s not something you see first. You hear it. The wood crumbles and Mindy screams loud, urging Anika forward with a newfound urgency.

She’s almost at the end when the figure stalks into the room - knife outstretched. You can’t let him get to her. 

You watch, she’s still teetering at the end, one shake of the ladder and she will fall. 

She makes the mistake of looking back, and screeches loud at the sight of Ghostface approaching you with the knife.

She still hasn’t made it to the end, and you act quickly without thinking.

You both won’t make it. You’ve resigned yourself to that fate. But you won’t let him take Anika too.

You stand in front of the window, blocking her from his view. She calls for you, voice breaking and you block it from your mind as you feel the blade penetrate your skin.

It’s different to earlier, the sinking sensation as it presses deep inside your chest. Anika screeches for you, and you watch with hazy eyes as he reaches for the ladder - just as Sam and Mindy are pulling her off.

With the last remains of strength you possess, you drag yourself into a barely standing position - yanking at his mask in an attempt to distract him.

It works, and he focuses back on you. In the corner of your eye, you notice Anika safely over the ledge and your eyes begin to flutter shut as you brace yourself for the inevitable.

The last thing you hear before the world turns dark is Anika saying your name and you think maybe there can be worse ways to go.

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Hi! Would you mind doing Sam Carpenter x older Amber Freeman sister?

Like R went throught hell like the others in Scream 5, but after all of it, she didn't want to talk with any of them and decided to go on her own to New York? R doesnt really know that Core Four is there, and she basically can meet Tara and Sam and obviously GhostFace in the shop scene, where they together are fighting for their life!

Sam and R could start they bonding, aswell R with other friends cause they were really closer together in Woodsboro.

Reader confess her feelings to Sam, saying that she really understand if she didnt want even have contact with Amber's sister who wanted to kill Sam and Tara. A pure angst hahaha

And then maybe the scene with GF 'killing' Quinn and they all try to fight for their life with ladder scene, R is cut pretty bad in her stomach and thight. Except R goes last, after Anika(she survives!) and Sam just loosing her mind watching as GF is shaking the ladder.

Finally they all made it and some of them pass out bc of blood lost and exhaustion.

Finally Reader wakes up in hospital bed, scared and aware that GhostFace will kill her and Sam, but Sam is next to her, reassuring her and they finally confess to each other!

If you want, at the end could be a party in their dorm, which Sam ask R to live with them! And maybe light smut?

So basically much much angst but with big, happy ending!

Thank you 🥰

I hope you enjoy! Very fun dynamics and character here

Warnings - violence

You knew things were going too well. You and Amber had moved with your parents to a new house, a new start they promised and at the time - you were foolish enough to believe them.

When the ghostface killings begun, all you were worried about was Amber. Most of her friends were targeted, with some even being killed.

You tried to keep her in sight, but she was always out. With most her friends in danger, you understood why she was worried and wanted to stay close.

Or at least you thought you did until she pulls out a gun and blasts a bullet into Liv’s skull. 

You see something in her eyes that scares you. It isn’t your sister, this demon. But maybe the scariest thing is that it is your sister. Maybe you never really knew Amber at all. 

The whole night feels a blur, and you don’t watch as Tara blasts a bullet into the charred remains of what was Amber’s face.

After everything happens, you need a clean break and completely cut off all family and friends from woodsborough. 

You move around a bit. Ohio. Texas. Never really settling anywhere for more than a few weeks.

Every time you close your eyes, all you see is Amber grinning at you - brandishing a gun. Or laying on the floor, burnt and disfigured.

The nightmares are the worst part. Sleep offers no reprieve and all your mind seems to play is a recollection of the events. 

Not enough booze or drugs can stop the memories and that’s why you stay on the road, constantly busy - distracted. 

Eventually you settle in New York. The lifestyle is exactly what you need, busy and chaotic. You spend countless hours trailing the subway, thinking about anything but your little sister.

You even rent a shitty apartment. One bedroom, barely the size of a cupboard. Life isn’t great. Far from it.

But you don’t see Amber every time you shut your eyes, so it’s progress - you figure.

It’s a regular day, and you stroll lazily down the street contemplating what junk food will be your dinner for tonight.

A small bodega catches your eye and you begin to scan through the contents on the shelves.

Then a blur rushes through the store, screaming for help. Your instincts kick in, and you head to the front counter. 

Y/N?”

Even in spite of the situation, Sam Carpenter never fails to make you breathless.

“Sam” you whisper back, staring at her. 

Back in Woodsborough, she was the closest thing to a best friend you had. You both bonded through being the protective older sister, and admittedly you always harboured a crush. 

But you can’t lose yourself in nostalgia because a familiar figure waltzes through the door. You’ve seen the ghost face masks on tv, in the news. There isn’t anything like seeing it in person, and you swallow hard. 

“Quick” Tara drags both of your arms, reaching for the keys for the back door.

You aren’t quick enough, and are crawling through the aisles as the masked killer stalks you - shotgun in hand. 

This feels different, more ruthless in a way you haven’t experienced before. Sam creates a diversion, throwing a can - and the three of you bolt for the door in a panic. 

You’re safe. For now. 

The talk afterwards is uncomfortable. You trail after the sisters, back to their apartment at Sam’s insistence. 

Whilst Tara regroups with her friends, Sam pulls you aside - tugging you by the arm into her bedroom. 

“It’s been so long” she pulls you into a tight hug and you resist the urge to comment on how it’s only been a year. It feels longer though. A life time.

You sit down on the bed, and talk. Spill your guts to each other in an openly vulnerable way you never allow yourself to be with anyone. 

She holds your hand and looks at you with such a tender expression that you’re reminded how close you came to death again. Both of you.

Midway through her rant about how terrible the situation is, you throw caution to the wind and cup her jaw - roughly connecting your lips.

She kisses you back. Admits she’s always wanted to do that, and the pair of you move forward with a tentative promise to explore whatever you have - after the Ghostface mess is cleared up. 

It isn’t all perfect. You sob until your eyes burn red. Lamenting on why someone would want the sister of a serial killer. 

Sam doesn’t have all the words to make it feel better. She holds you close, head to her chest as you’re reminded that she is alive by the steady thrum of her heart.

You’re not naive enough to assume things are over. Whoever wants you all, is relentless. Sam is adamant everyone stays at her apartment, and you’re quick enough to agree.

You don’t expect the attack though, and watch in horror as the lifeless body of her roommate Quinn is thrown at you. 

The killer lashes out, knife swinging at you and Mindy. It wasn’t the first time you had been stabbed, Richie had got a few slashes in last year.

But a particularly nasty clash leaves you gasping for breath, gripping your stomach that hangs painfully open: blood spilling onto the carpet as you groan. 

Sam drags you away with wide eyes, applying pressure as she and Mindy barricade you all inside the bedroom alongside Anika. 

Her neighbour Danny calls out to you all, and next minute you look - he dangles a ladder across the buildings.

”Really?” You moan, but no one else has any better ideas. Sam is at your side in an instant, ready to lift you into the ladder but you shake her head and reason that it makes more sense for her to go first.

She’s hesitant but obeys, and Mindy follows after. The banging gets louder as the killer slams at the door, and you hurry Anika over to the window.

You ignore Sam’s screams for you, begging to come across. Your name cracks as she calls for you, and it’s near impossible to ignore as you help Anika up onto the ladder.

She crawls across just as the door gives way - and you scramble up quickly.

Sam is sobbing, incoherent in a way you rarely see her. She  begs you to cross, to get to her. And you feel tears of your own start to appear as you try to make it across.

Mindy screams loud, urging you across - and you don’t understand what is happening until you feel the ladder start to shake

You somehow manage to drag yourself to the end, into Sam’s arms as she bundles you against her chest with loud racking gasps. 

Your stomach aches, blood dripping all across the ladder as she rocks you tight. 

“I got you” she promises, and you smile at her face. The world around you feels hazy, and you begin to shut your eyes.

You lost too much blood, and everything hurts. Sam is safe. Everyone else is safe. For now. 

You let yourself rest, ignoring Sam’s frantic calls of your name as your eyes flicker shut - muscles settling into a deep sleep. 

When you finally manage to pry your eyes open later, the fear is still there.

You’re at the hospital, you can see that. But even that’s not enough to reassure you of your safety, as you remember Tara being attacked similar only a year ago.

You panic, thrashing around in the bed until a hand cups your cheek and directs your eyes. You blink up at Sam, eyes full of worry and blood smeared across her cheeks.

”Hey” she murmurs, pressing the back of her knuckles to your cheek carefully. Her hand shakes, and you reach for it with your own.

”What happened?” You ask, wincing as you fail to sit up. 

She moves instantly, tucking you back into the bed with a frown. 

“Don’t move baby” she instructs, tucking the sheets around you as if you were a child. “Do you remember what happened?” She asks patiently, waiting as you think.

You nod, feeling your heart race at the sensation of crawling on the ladder - it shaking roughly. She squeezes your hand to ground you, remind you everything is okay. 

“You’re okay” she repeats, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing your temple. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again”

It’s a promise that you both know she has no way for certain of keeping but you trust the sincerity in her voice as she brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.

“I almost lost you” she whispers, voice low. “But you didn’t” you reply back, intertwining your fingers as you reassure her that you’re okay.

She nods and swallows hard. Never was she so open and unguarded.

”I love you Y/N. And I won’t lose you from my life again”

Its a vow. A promise. And you smile back weakly. “I love you too Sam” 

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Angst with Quinn Bailey:

Third act has happened and instead of Quinn fighting Sam she’s going after Reader. Despite the betrayal, Reader doesn’t want to hurt Quinn so they choose on dodging every single Attack from Quinn even if it means getting some cuts. Quinn gets angry at Reader refusing to fight her because she desperately needs a reason to kill them. She ends up cornering Reader, raises the knife and just can’t bring herself to do so. They end up hugging before Sam comes up and shoots Quinn.

It’s up to you if Sam actually kills Quinn or Quinn gets arrested (and maybe gets visited by Reader).

Loved this prompt!! Warning - very angsty

Please send me dark/angsty requests because this was so much fun to write after all of the smut/fluff

Hope you enjoy and sorry in advance

When you meet Quinn Bailey, it’s hard not to be swept away. She’s everything that you aren’t - brash, loud and confident with such an ease that you admire her effortlessly.

She bumps into you at the lockers, and you don’t even focus on the apologetic rambling.

You later learn the move was coordinated, and that’s perhaps what hurts most when you find out your girlfriend is a serial killer.

The realisation that she planned your meeting to the exact moment, orchestrated everything - knew you would fall for her. It made your heart sink like nothing else.

You had been close friends with Tara ever since the semester started, and dating you - Quinn revealed, was just a tactic to find out more about the sisters.

Standing in the abandoned theatre, watching your girlfriend twirl a knife around with a manic giggle - was the single most terrifying moment in your entire life.

She transformed, as if acting on stage. Gone was the kind person you had fallen in love with. Her eyes lit up with a sick glee as she explained the thrill of slashing Mindy’s stomach.

It had all been a lie. Every date. Every whispered thought and dream. You sobbed for your friends, for Anika - gone.

But you also grieved for the life you could have had, buying a cheap RV and travelling around the country together.

You searches Quinn’s eyes for a sign. Anything. Regret, perhaps. Or even just a hint that maybe some of it was real, that she did love you.

All you saw were dark pools of black. Then, she lunges at you.

Her arms grab your waist, and your chest burns at how wrong this all feels. The movement is muscle memory, but it’s not right. It’s off.

Her fingers dig into your ribs and you find breathing constricting. She doesn’t look at you at first, straightening her hand gripping the knife as it looms over you.

You struggle against the grasp but it doesn’t relent. “Why are you doing this?” You plead, trying to catch her eye in an attempt to reason with the woman you loved. Still love.

”I’m doing this for my brother”

You didn’t expect her to reply, and her voice is croaky and less confident than when she delivered her monologue to Tara only minutes earlier.

They’re crazy, you think. The whole family. Insane. 

“What did I ever do to you?” You beg, uselessly flapping in her tight arms. She doesn’t reply to this, instead poises the knife so it’s over your throat.

The tip grazes the skin ever so slightly and you gasp mostly in shock. A small drop of blood beads and runs down the smooth silver, you watch it go and scream at yourself to fight back.

Your body doesn’t get the memo. You can’t fight Quinn. Physically but also mentally. Despite whatever she’s done, you know your own limits - and you won’t hurt her. Can’t.

You wiggle again, harder and manage to slide from her grasp. The knife waves precariously through the air as she watches you.

For a minute, you think she won’t hurt you. That maybe some part of her knew this was wrong, loved you despite everything.

Then you feel the pain and fly back instantly, running off pure adrenaline. Your arm bleeds. Not much but a steady flow down your elbow, trickling down your wrist and dripping to the ground.

It aches like the press in your chest and you have to hold it tight to staunch the blood already saturating your clothes. 

You’re more shocked than anything, as she brandishes the knife - messy with your blood. She swings again, and you barely manage to dodge it this time. 

“Please stop” you attempt again, the slash across your bicep burning. 

“I have to do this” She finally speaks, slicing the air again with her knife. It catches your opposite wrist, and you moan slightly as a thin line of blood spills. 

She’s going to do it, you think with a throbbing head. She’s going to kill you. 

Then she growls at you, animalistic with wide eyes and an expression you’ve never seen before. “Why aren’t you fighting back?”

She’s angry at you, furious - and the thought makes you frown. “What?”

”Why are you just taking it?” She demands, waving the knife towards you. 

You admit honestly. “I don’t want to hurt you”

It’s clearly the wrong thing to say because she reaches for you again. This time your cheek is cut, barely. The blood drips down your shirt and onto the floor.   

“You should. You should want to” She pants heavily with exhaustion, face as red as the marks littering your skin. 

She doesn’t deserve a response. You know death is coming. It’s easier to accept the inevitable then to try and fight back. You know you can’t kill her.

”Do it” You challenge, or perhaps plea. Your body is exhausted and your fate seems obvious. “Kill me. Finish your plan”

It’s clear she doesn’t expect this, and stands - tethering as she stares at you. Then she moves in quick strides, pressing you against the wall.

Like earlier, the knife presses cold against the warm skin of your throat. You screw your eyes together shut and wait for death to take you.

It doesn’t. 

When you open your eyes again, Quinn is looking at you with something different in her stare. It isn’t regret. Pity. Pain. You can’t recognise the look.

Her arm is firm with the knife, doesn’t waver. You feel light headed with anticipation as her gaze eventually locks onto yours.

She should have killed you by now. But she hasn’t. “I...” 

Her voice catches, high and cracked. Her hand doesn’t move. 

Tentatively, you wrap your arms around her waist. Maybe you’re a messed up person, to comfort the one who will end your life.

But she’s still Quinn. Your Quinn. And you love her with every being in your body. “It’s okay” you tell her, voice shaky. “I love you”

At that, her grip on the knife finally wavers and something breaks in her eyes. You repeat it again, still gripping her like a vice. “I love you Quinn”

She moves to lower the knife, opens her mouth, about to speak. 

All you hear instead is the whizzing through air. You don’t recognise the sound at the time. You don’t even see it. All you hear is a plunk, like someone dropping a dice.

Quinn moans. And you notice blood staining her shirt, pooling at her chest and dripping to the floor. There’s so much of it. More than your superficial wounds. Soon, there’s a puddle. 

You can only watch with horrified eyes as she slumps forwards towards you. Her eyes are glassy, her mouth murmuring. 

But you can’t hear her, and then she stops. Her body is still. Her eyes flash around the room once more and you’re paralysed to the spot as the life drains out of them.

She is still.

You want to scream. To bellow. To get on your knees and curse the world. You want to take her body into your arms and breathe life back into her empty lungs.

Her weight is steady against your body, her head limply falling to your shoulder. You want to caress her hair, to promise everything will be okay. 

All you see is Sam, brandishing a gun and smeared with blood. She looks relieved at first glance, but when you look up again - she’s horrified.

Her mouth is moving but no sounds come out, and you frown trying to strain yourself listening. She looks like she’s screaming - but you can’t hear a sound

Then oh. 

You look down. And there’s blood. So, so, so much blood. That’s when you realise it isn’t all Quinn’s.

Then the pain hits you like a truck.

The movies never portray it properly. Adrenaline does work wonders but it isn’t enough to hide real, raw pain. 

The knife protrudes from your chest, standing out - a stark silver contrast against the bleeding mess of where Quinn’s body starts and yours ends. 

You notice Sam approaching you both, dropping to her knees and calling something - to you. But you don’t hear her. Or see her. Not properly. 

Your vision is beginning to get a bit hazy. It feels like when you’re really tired after cramming all night for an exam. Too exhausted that it starts to hurt keeping your eyes open. So you give in and they flicker shut. 

This feels better. Basking you in a darkness that envelopes over your body like a blanket. 

It’s all dark for awhile, and the pain screams angry at you. Then mercifully it begins to fade, and the darkness lifts like a fog. 

Your eyes shift, adjusting and that’s when you notice Quinn. She’s clean, not a drop of blood and the sight makes you smile.

She grins at you. Not with that manic look, but the warm smile of your loving girlfriend. You return it, and stand. Nothing hurts anymore.

No one talks. Wherever you are is empty. Quinn holds out her hand and you step towards her, taking it.

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im so obsessed with the way you portray sam if u dont mind can u do one where sam isnt ready to be public with r and chad likes and keeps flirting with r so sam just gets stressed and jealous while r finds it funny n teases her and reminds her she’s who wanted to be private

Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying them, and this was such a fun idea

Warnings - light smut/references

At first you think of it like a game, how many times can you sneak into the apartment - and Sam’s room without being caught.

You enjoy the thrill of running through unlocked doors, ducking around counters and pressing yourself flat to the ground under her bed.

Sam doesn’t entirely the find the process amusing the way you do, and argues it’s a necessity. You’re more hesitant, but understand why she wants to keep your relationship a secret.

You know everything that happened in Woodsborough, how Richie messed up Sam’s ability to trust. 

You also understood why she became so protective of Tara, and a new face in the situation wouldn’t help their adjustment to life in New York. 

It still hurt regardless when you crossed your girlfriend in the lobby with her sister, and she’d barely give you a look. 

As you start to become closer to the group, it becomes harder to pretend Sam is nothing but your friend’s big sister.

You don’t intend on befriending Tara. It happens randomly. The elevator breaks down with the pair of you in it, and an hour conversation means you’re definitely more than acquaintances.

Its bittersweet in a way, because you wish that Sam was comfortable enough for you to introduce yourself properly. 

But you don’t want to push her, make her uncomfortable so you continue your secret relationship.

After the elevator incident, you and Tara exchange phone numbers and sporadically text. 

She even invites you around to hang out with her friends once, and Sam almost collapses at the sight when she returns home from work. 

You hang out a few more times at the apartment, and feel Sam watching you. 

The arrangement initially works. You like getting to know more about Sam, to hear funny stories from Tara and teasing remarks from Mindy.

And you know Sam enjoys having you around. She pretends sometimes it’s to keep you safe - that she likes having eyes on you. 

But it’s easier to use the excuse that you’ll sleep on the couch, and sneak into her room that night. 

Then things start to go wrong.

You're all making dinner around at her apartment - you, Sam, Tara, Mindy, her girlfriend Anika and Chad. 

As usual, the couple are being all touchy feely and you return to the living room - part jealously, part frustration that you can’t touch your girlfriend with the same carefree ease. 

“Hey” a voice greets, and you hope it’s Sam - strong arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling your body against hers.

But it’s too deep to be Sam and you sigh a little when you notice it’s Chad.

It’s not that you dislike the guy. He’s fun to be around, especially at parties. His social standing also means you get invited to various hangouts.

One thing he is not - is subtle. You’re pretty vocal about your sexuality, openly pansexual. Ever since you told the group, Chad is becoming increasingly more clear with his flirting towards you.

He started with compliments, your dress at a party, your hair at dinner. Basic stuff that you’d shrug off with a polite thank you and small smile.

Sam was never around to notice, so you assumed it would stop soon.

”What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?” He asks, smiling at you genuinely. You can’t bring yourself to be mad though, he isn’t being sleazy or creepy - just flirty.

“Disgusting! Get a room” Mindy calls from the kitchen, and you hear her small whine as Anika slaps her shoulder.

You try to explain you aren’t alone, you just want some time to yourself.

Chad nods with a smile as though he understands your predicament entirely, and rests his hand on the skin of your bare shoulder.

You're about to change the subject when you notice someone at the door.

”Who needs to get a room?” Sam asks, brow furrowed and crossing her arms. You’re momentarily distracted by how good her arms look in the pale blue tank top to notice Chad staring at you.  

Sam notices though, and her eyes darken. You try to hold in your smirk. Chad means no harm, and he’s certainly not your type even if you were single. 

“Oh Mindy was just teasing us” he laughs good natured, offering Sam a drink, who declines - clenching her jaw so hard you watch the muscle flex.

The situation is amusing and you bite back a laugh behind the rim of your beer.

”Us?” Sam enquires, leaning against the door frame as she shoots Chad daggers. Ever oblivious, he nods. “Sure. We were just hanging out”

Its a wonder no one commented on how irritated Sam looked right now, more so than usual as she glared at Chad.

“Just chilling” you agree, innocently and Chad begins to explain the situation to Sam - who looks as if she couldn’t care less.

She’s watching you with a dark expression, something you only see in the bedroom where she lets herself go, holds you with tight hands and uses that voice. 

The same one that makes you tumble towards your peak in record breaking time. You swallow hard at the thought of it, and watch instead how a vein pulses across her pursed jaw.

”I see” She notes, voice venomous. She makes no attempt to join you both on the couch - or leave either.

The atmosphere would be more awkward if Chad wasn’t so oblivious, or if you didn’t find the whole situation so entertaining. 

“Can I speak to you Y/N?” She finally asks through gritted teeth, and you notice how white her knuckles are from clenching her fists.

Nodding innocently, you muster your biggest smile. “Sure Sam. Want to join me and Chad?”

Chad starts bumbling away, already shifting to make room but Sam’s eyes are furious. You can barely hold in your smirk as she seethes.

If looks could kill then poor Chad would be in flames by now. You’re sure that Sam wouldn’t be opposed to that idea as she clenches her jaw again and takes a deep breath.

”Alone Y/N” she affirms, and Chad’s attention is focused on whatever shitty sitcom plays on the tv. You fold your arms, enjoying the show.

”Can’t you tell me here Sam?” You whine, using that ridiculously high voice you only keep for her. The same voice you use to beg for her hands, her mouth. The same voice you know gets her undone.

Your eyes challenge her, barely able to keep the mischievous smile from your lips as she surveys you - like a predator with it’s prey.

If you would have tried these games without a crowd, you’d already be bent over a table by now - Sam’s first knuckle deep. 

But she can’t do that with her sister preparing a salad mere feet away. Her eyes tell another story, and with a flush you think about the night you’ll be in for. 

“Fine” you relent, having teased her enough. “I’ll be back soon” You call into the kitchen, and let Sam take your hand and drag you into her bedroom when out of view.

Immediately you’re pinned against the wall, her dark eyes locked onto yours. “You think that’s funny?” She hisses, and your clit throbs at the sound of her voice.

You whine, reaching for her - but she jerks her body out of touch. “I didn’t realise you were single” Her lips move to your neck, grazing at the skin slightly as she explains.

”I happen to remember from last night, how much you were begging to be mine”

You flush a deep red at the memory and try to press your legs together to alleviate the pressure. Sam noticed, because of course she does - and slides a firm thigh between them.

Its hard to resist the urge to grind down until you’re a wet, whimpering mess but the game works better when you listen. You’ve been a brat all night, and as fun as it is to see Sam’s reaction - you need a reprieve. 

“Imagine my surprise” she continues, mouthing at your neck sloppily. “To find you all cosied up with Chad”

You want to explain the truth. Tell her Chad is nothing more than a friend. But you like the way her teeth feel against the sensitive skin of your throat and all you can do is moan pathetically. 

“I don’t like to share, Y/N” she grumbles, sliding down your top to bite down hard on the skin above your breast. 

It’s a miracle Tara or anyone couldn’t hear you both, with Sam’s rough growls and your mewling whimpers, like a kitten. 

“Well maybe I want to be yours in public too” You bite back, groaning again at the feel of her mouth on your neck. “Not just your girlfriend in secret”

She softens at that, eyes loosing most of their fight. Her finger strokes your jaw. “I know. You’ve been so good. I’m sorry”

You tilt your face into her touch. “You know I don’t like Chad. Not like that” 

“I know baby” she soothes, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. You chase her lips and she obliges, sucking hard on your bottom lip as you groan for her.

She pulls away too soon, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’ll tell them soon. I promise baby. Give me time okay?”

Her eyes search yours and you read the honesty in them, nodding. She mirrors your nod and fixes your shirt, watching your reflection in the mirror.

”Ready?” She asked, and you nod - accepting one final peck before you both head out to the kitchen.

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Part three! Much requested and very fun to write. The final part in this little fic, so thanks to whoever initially requested the prompt! Maybe another chapter much later but nothing planned soon. Hope you all enjoy!

Things are different between you, and that only intensified  since the kitchen incident.

By now, you know Sam’s a protective person. You’ve seen the way she acts at parties with guys who creep up on Tara.

But the way she acts about your minor cut - you’d think it was an amputation.

“When did you change the plaster and bandage?” She demands, as you wince at the sight of your still bloody finger.

You’d never been good with blood, looking at it made you feel woozy. This must be showing on your face because Sam watches you like a hawk, clearly noticing your discomfort. 

You sigh, and prepare yourself for an incoming rant. “Yesterday evening, after dinner”

As predicted, Sam scowls - dropping your hand and almost vaulting over the sofa in a very impressive move, to grab the first aid kit.

She clicks her teeth and huffs, the sound making you feel things that are probably inappropriate.

“What are we gonna do with you, huh?” She murmurs in a low voice, and your face blushes at the possibilities. 

Much to your horror, she happened to look up at the exact moment to catch you deep in thought, and raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment. 

The arrogant smirk widens across her stupidly attractive face, and you want to knock it off her. 

You don’t though, you just sit there patiently and let her peel the plaster away. “It won’t heal unless you clean it, Y/N” she admonishes, not looking up from your finger.

”I know that” you reply, wincing again as she prods at it. 

“You’ll be fine going to class?” She asks, tying off the bandage. 

At this, you can’t contain the smirk and it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “No. I think I’ll need to stay at home. Maybe order some takeout, ice cream” You bat your eyelashes and she slaps your arm, playful. 

“Just checking” She responds in a low voice, checking her watch and groaning. “Fuck. I’m late to work” 

You spring up at this. “No, no, no. You aren’t missing work because of me. Up” 

She lets you drag her to the door with an amused expression, and you pull on your own coat as you both head out.

”Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t think it’s ‘bring your patient to work day” 

You don’t know if you want to kiss or slap the smirk off her face. Both, perhaps.

”We’re going a short cut” You cross your arms, petulant as you let hers go - swinging by her side. She shrugs, hugging her bag closer to her hips. “Lead the way”

You both weave through the narrow alleyways, constantly checking your phone. You would be much quicker without Sam wondering “how you hadn’t got yourself killed going this way” yet.

She was the realist to your optimism and you ignored the teasing, focused. “Aha!” You’re triumphant, finally spotting the diner she works at, and waving at it with a flourish. 

“Very impressive” She nods seriously, jaw twitching with the effort of suppressing a smile. 

You reach up to hit her shoulder and she catches your hand, smooths the bandage. “Careful now. Don’t want to be taking you doing to the hospital”

It’s ridiculous and clearly a joke but the care in her voice makes your heart flutter and you don’t reply with a witty comeback like you want to.

Her hand still catches yours and your breath hitches when you realise how close you both stand to each other. 

“Y/N” she starts, but you’ve had enough of waiting around and step into her space - pushing your mouth against hers hard. 

She groans into your mouth, hands cupping your jaw tight as you both lose yourself in each other. She kisses like you’d imagine, hard and passionate with a kind of fury that you’ve never experienced before. 

Eventually you have to pull away, panting hard for breath with dark, hooded eyes. She watches you, doesn’t let you separate fully and leans her forehead against yours.

The action is more tender than the kiss, all teeth and months worth of unsolved emotion. Neither of you speak, the only sound - both your heavy pants as you try to catch your breath.

You're still standing outside of the diner, and on paper it would sound the least romantic setting to finally kiss your crush.

But everything about the moment seems right. Sam looks at you with something in her eyes that scares you as much as it excites you. You stare back, finally unashamed to hide how you feel. 

She laughs, the tension starting to break away as you laugh too, still clutched tight together. 

Her hand feels good, cold against the warm skin of your mouth. She traces your lips with her thumb, almost lazily and you try not to buck your hips hard at the contact. 

“So, that was something” She breaks the spell, and all you can do is nod. You don’t trust your voice to speak, not with her hand so close to your mouth.

”If you would have told me this happened, a few months ago - I might have collapsed” You snort and she grins. 

Her hand begins to rub aimless circles on your skin and you lean into the touch, eyes briefly flickering shut.

The moment is intimate. Perhaps too intimate for outside a diner at 1pm on a Thursday afternoon. But blood is pumping hard through your veins, and your head spins as if on an axis.

”I didn’t see this happening either” you admit, still bracketed between her thighs - held in place by her strong clasp at your jaw.

She only hums in reply, watching you intently as you continue. “I always....”Your voice fades away as to articulate the sentence, to make Sam understand that you never hated her. 

“I always liked you, ever since we met. But I thought I couldn’t have you. So I kept some distance. I didn’t want to make things weird between us. Weird between me and Tara too”

And maybe you did take the cowards option, barely giving yourself a chance to know Sam in fears of rejection, or making things weird.

But the way Sam stares, gives you hope that all is not lost. 

“You could have come to me” She finally responds, still thumbing at your jaw. Her eyes focus more on your face than gaze, her tone shifting more vulnerable.

”I like you too. If I didn’t already make that clear”

You smirk, feeling as if your face might crack and she mirrors the action. “Yeah?” You ask, just wanting to make sure.

She rolls her eyes at this, hand dropping to clutch at your hip. “You think I just do this with anyone?” She squeezes your hip hard as if to make a point, and you barely just manage to hold in the whine spilling at your lips.

You shrug, growing confident. “Maybe. Or maybe you just thought that I...”

She cuts off your rambling, pressing a finger to your mouth. “I’m going to need you to shut up now”

You nod so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. “Yes ma’am”

Then she tugs you by the jaw into a searing kiss, cupping your face like she never wants to let go.

It’s somehow better than the first one, full with your deep emotion and realisation that you were both on the same page, despite going about things the wrong way.

You relax against her mouth, as hard and demanding as you imagined it would be. 

It’s only when you realise the situation you pull away, already feeling light headed at the lack of oxygen. She pouts and you barely have time to register how cute the action is.

”Not that I don’t want to do that a thousand times” You wave your hands in the direction of her mouth, beautifully red and swollen from kisses. “But your shift starts soon”

She looks at you, incredulous. “You think work is the first thing on my mind right now?”

”Maybe?” You counter, but god - you’re so far gone for her already that you can feel your body leaning in. She’s smirking against your mouth, snaking her long fingers into your hair to weave you in place.

You enjoy the moment, shut your eyes and breathe her scent in. Then you grab her cheeks and push back slightly, grinning.

”Later” you promise, giving her a little push towards the diner where her colleagues seem to be watching with interested eyes.

She sighs but reluctantly pulls out her apron. “Later” She agrees, pulling you forward to press her lips to yours - chaste but sweet.

You watch as she steps through the doors and smile at the sight of her retreating form. Shaking your head, you turn back to head home. “Damn truth or dare” you murmur to yourself with a smile. 

Part two of Sam x reader. Don’t forget to send across any fics you might want to see - any smut, fluff angst. Enjoy!

You wake up in the morning and consider if you’ve been hit by a truck. Your head is pounding hard, as if someone had slammed a block of cement right into your skull.

The curtains are drawn shut, hiding the room like a dark cave. It makes you think, where even are you? 

The whole night was a blur, the last thing you remember was turning up at the party. 

You weren’t a big drinker at the best of times anyway, probably because of how it made you feel the next day. Today was no exception, you seriously considered staying in bed for the whole day. 

Well, making it home first to your bed. A voice groans beside you and you turn to see Quinn at your side - curled up and snoring without a care in the world. 

“Oh good. You’re finally up” a voice calls, and you flinch at the sound. “Keep it down” you moan, burying into the mattress and pulling the thin duvet over your head.

The voice laughs, whoever it was clearly isn’t going anywhere. You concede and roll off the bed, coming face to face with a grinning Chad.

”Hey there” he greets, looking remarkably put together and the complete opposite to how you feel. Before you can even formulate a reply, another voice chimes in.

”Good morning lover girl” Mindy looks worse off than her brother, wearing a jumper you faintly recognise as Anika’s. Her eyes are dark, makeup smudged - and despite the mock happy tone, she sounds exhausted.

The word choice seems to specific for a casual joke, and it makes you think - what happened last night?

Perhaps you just flirted with someone? Quinn maybe? The more you thought about it, she did seem quite touchy feely last night. More than usual.

“What are you talking about?” You grumble, frowning at the sight of your crumpled clothes. The twins share a look, smirking wide in that trademark annoying way of theirs.

Sometimes they were such an annoying duo. “Everything just makes sense now” Chad replies cryptically and Anika appears from the doorway, hitting his arm.

”Stop teasing her you two” she hands you a glass of water with a small smile. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and accept the glass, holding a hand to your head and taking an Advil. “Where are we?”

”Some frat party. Jason? Jack?” Quinn pipes up from your side, suddenly awake and running a hand through her tangled hair. “What a night huh? Didn’t see that coming”

Everyone so far is acting strange, making you think that something must have definitely happened. You groan again, hoping it wasn’t too embarrassing as you follow the twins into the living room.

Tara sits on a couch, looking as wrecked as you feel. Besides her sits Sam, and you’re quick to avert your eyes.

Mindy seems to catch the action and raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Morning Tara” you greet your friend, joining her on the couch, as far away from Sam as you can manage.

”No good morning for me?” Sam cocks an eyebrow, voice unbearably hot in a husky tone. The twins giggle again, insufferable and Anika looks at her with sympathetic eyes.

“Uhhh” you trail away, not sure what was happening. She usually tended to ignore you back, but the telling smirk sent your way could maybe explain why everyone was acting like this. “Morning” 

The silence is awkward, and you wring your hands as the group starts to disperse, heading off to classes. 

Your best bet to find out what happened would be Anika, but she leaves with Ethan for an early morning session. The twins were clearly having way too much teasing you, and Tara seemed in a worse state than you.

That only left Sam herself, and Quinn. And you really didn’t want to ask Sam why she was acting so different, about what you must’ve clearly said.

Both options wouldn’t work, so you decide to hopefully ignore the problem and head home with the girls in silence.

The minute you step through the door, you lock yourself in your bedroom and get changed for class. The walk is quick, and class goes off without a hitch.

You almost forget about the events until the evening where you start to prepare dinner. Living with Sam had been amicable till now, something you hoped wouldn’t change.

The jar of tomatoes are on the top shelf and you sigh loudly, searching for the typical stool that you and Tara always have hanging around. 

“No problem” a voice calls in sing song, reaching up to the shelf and grabbing it for you. 

“Thank you....” your voice gets lost in your throat to see Sam leaning against the counter, holding the jar with a broad smile. 

She looks happier to see you than usual where you both make polite small talk, grin stretching across her face as she waves the tomatoes towards you. “you need them or...”

You reach out and take them, feeling your cheeks blush the same colour. “Thank you Sam” you force your voice to be neutral

She’s wearing a blue tank top, one of your favourite looks on her - with black pants and a green jacket. It takes all of your resolve not to check her out fully as you refocus your attention to cooking.

”Need a hand?” She holds one up to you, eyes challenging. You ignore the clear pun behind the offer. “I’m good thanks”

”Sure thing”. 

You continue to cook, and as you focus - you assume she’s gone. The room is peaceful, quiet and let’s you distract yourself with a task.

“So what’s for dinner?” You jump at the sound, knife slipping from the carrot and grazing your finger.

”Fuck Sam” you gasp, surprised to hear her voice. Your hand is dripping blood.

She joins you around the counter instantly, moving with such precision that you might have appreciated more if you weren’t bleeding all over the countertop.

”Shit. Sorry. Let me see it” She doesn’t give you a chance to reply, pushing you into a chair and grabbing your hand. 

The wound isn’t big but starts to ache, you’ve never been good with blood. One time Chad had tried back flipping into a pool and caught his face on the edge, you had almost fainted at the sight.

”I don’t think you’ll need stitches” Sam murmurs, still holding your hand. Her palm is cool and strong against your sweaty skin and you nod as she pulls out a medical kit.

She wraps a plaster around the skin with precision, focused and unwavering in a way you admire. It isn’t just looks, you find Sam an attractive person in the way that she’s strong and reliable too.

”There we go” she adds a light bandage for good measure and you manage a weak smile. “Thanks for that”

She laughs, steadying you with a hand to the small of your back.“Easy now” and fuck. Her mouth is so close to your ear. Her voice low and rough. You bite down on your lip hard and screw your eyes shut. 

You want her to hold you. To press you tight against your body until it aches. 

The moment ends and she releases you, nodding at your bandaged finger. “Keep an eye on that” she demands, and her tone makes you squeeze your legs together as subtle as you can manage.

”Yes ma’am” you tease with a salute, growing more relaxed in her company. She grins at you, and when you think she’s going to leave - her head ducks down and presses a kiss to your finger. 

“Call me if you need any help with dinner, or if you need any more medical assistance” she offers, winking at you before sauntering into her bedroom without a second look.

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Does anyone want a part 3? 👀

Part two of Sam x reader. Don’t forget to send across any fics you might want to see - any smut, fluff angst. Enjoy!

You wake up in the morning and consider if you’ve been hit by a truck. Your head is pounding hard, as if someone had slammed a block of cement right into your skull.

The curtains are drawn shut, hiding the room like a dark cave. It makes you think, where even are you? 

The whole night was a blur, the last thing you remember was turning up at the party. 

You weren’t a big drinker at the best of times anyway, probably because of how it made you feel the next day. Today was no exception, you seriously considered staying in bed for the whole day. 

Well, making it home first to your bed. A voice groans beside you and you turn to see Quinn at your side - curled up and snoring without a care in the world. 

“Oh good. You’re finally up” a voice calls, and you flinch at the sound. “Keep it down” you moan, burying into the mattress and pulling the thin duvet over your head.

The voice laughs, whoever it was clearly isn’t going anywhere. You concede and roll off the bed, coming face to face with a grinning Chad.

”Hey there” he greets, looking remarkably put together and the complete opposite to how you feel. Before you can even formulate a reply, another voice chimes in.

”Good morning lover girl” Mindy looks worse off than her brother, wearing a jumper you faintly recognise as Anika’s. Her eyes are dark, makeup smudged - and despite the mock happy tone, she sounds exhausted.

The word choice seems to specific for a casual joke, and it makes you think - what happened last night?

Perhaps you just flirted with someone? Quinn maybe? The more you thought about it, she did seem quite touchy feely last night. More than usual.

“What are you talking about?” You grumble, frowning at the sight of your crumpled clothes. The twins share a look, smirking wide in that trademark annoying way of theirs.

Sometimes they were such an annoying duo. “Everything just makes sense now” Chad replies cryptically and Anika appears from the doorway, hitting his arm.

”Stop teasing her you two” she hands you a glass of water with a small smile. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and accept the glass, holding a hand to your head and taking an Advil. “Where are we?”

”Some frat party. Jason? Jack?” Quinn pipes up from your side, suddenly awake and running a hand through her tangled hair. “What a night huh? Didn’t see that coming”

Everyone so far is acting strange, making you think that something must have definitely happened. You groan again, hoping it wasn’t too embarrassing as you follow the twins into the living room.

Tara sits on a couch, looking as wrecked as you feel. Besides her sits Sam, and you’re quick to avert your eyes.

Mindy seems to catch the action and raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Morning Tara” you greet your friend, joining her on the couch, as far away from Sam as you can manage.

”No good morning for me?” Sam cocks an eyebrow, voice unbearably hot in a husky tone. The twins giggle again, insufferable and Anika looks at her with sympathetic eyes.

“Uhhh” you trail away, not sure what was happening. She usually tended to ignore you back, but the telling smirk sent your way could maybe explain why everyone was acting like this. “Morning” 

The silence is awkward, and you wring your hands as the group starts to disperse, heading off to classes. 

Your best bet to find out what happened would be Anika, but she leaves with Ethan for an early morning session. The twins were clearly having way too much teasing you, and Tara seemed in a worse state than you.

That only left Sam herself, and Quinn. And you really didn’t want to ask Sam why she was acting so different, about what you must’ve clearly said.

Both options wouldn’t work, so you decide to hopefully ignore the problem and head home with the girls in silence.

The minute you step through the door, you lock yourself in your bedroom and get changed for class. The walk is quick, and class goes off without a hitch.

You almost forget about the events until the evening where you start to prepare dinner. Living with Sam had been amicable till now, something you hoped wouldn’t change.

The jar of tomatoes are on the top shelf and you sigh loudly, searching for the typical stool that you and Tara always have hanging around. 

“No problem” a voice calls in sing song, reaching up to the shelf and grabbing it for you. 

“Thank you....” your voice gets lost in your throat to see Sam leaning against the counter, holding the jar with a broad smile. 

She looks happier to see you than usual where you both make polite small talk, grin stretching across her face as she waves the tomatoes towards you. “you need them or...”

You reach out and take them, feeling your cheeks blush the same colour. “Thank you Sam” you force your voice to be neutral

She’s wearing a blue tank top, one of your favourite looks on her - with black pants and a green jacket. It takes all of your resolve not to check her out fully as you refocus your attention to cooking.

”Need a hand?” She holds one up to you, eyes challenging. You ignore the clear pun behind the offer. “I’m good thanks”

”Sure thing”. 

You continue to cook, and as you focus - you assume she’s gone. The room is peaceful, quiet and let’s you distract yourself with a task.

“So what’s for dinner?” You jump at the sound, knife slipping from the carrot and grazing your finger.

”Fuck Sam” you gasp, surprised to hear her voice. Your hand is dripping blood.

She joins you around the counter instantly, moving with such precision that you might have appreciated more if you weren’t bleeding all over the countertop.

”Shit. Sorry. Let me see it” She doesn’t give you a chance to reply, pushing you into a chair and grabbing your hand. 

The wound isn’t big but starts to ache, you’ve never been good with blood. One time Chad had tried back flipping into a pool and caught his face on the edge, you had almost fainted at the sight.

”I don’t think you’ll need stitches” Sam murmurs, still holding your hand. Her palm is cool and strong against your sweaty skin and you nod as she pulls out a medical kit.

She wraps a plaster around the skin with precision, focused and unwavering in a way you admire. It isn’t just looks, you find Sam an attractive person in the way that she’s strong and reliable too.

”There we go” she adds a light bandage for good measure and you manage a weak smile. “Thanks for that”

She laughs, steadying you with a hand to the small of your back.“Easy now” and fuck. Her mouth is so close to your ear. Her voice low and rough. You bite down on your lip hard and screw your eyes shut. 

You want her to hold you. To press you tight against your body until it aches. 

The moment ends and she releases you, nodding at your bandaged finger. “Keep an eye on that” she demands, and her tone makes you squeeze your legs together as subtle as you can manage.

”Yes ma’am” you tease with a salute, growing more relaxed in her company. She grins at you, and when you think she’s going to leave - her head ducks down and presses a kiss to your finger. 

“Call me if you need any help with dinner, or if you need any more medical assistance” she offers, winking at you before sauntering into her bedroom without a second look.

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Sam Carpenter x fem!Reader where everyone thinks that Reader has a crush on Tara but Reader is actually head over heels for Sam. There’s always tension between Sam and R but Sam holds herself back bc she also thinks R likes Tara.

There’s a situation where both of them are in the kitchen, Tara thinks R is going to kiss her so she stops R and tells R that she only sees them as friends. R is all like “??? What are you talking about, I like Sam, she’s so pretty, wonderful (insert whipped rambling)”

Sam stands behind them and listens to all of it. Tara then leaves the two of them alone to discuss. And instead of discussing they hook up in the kitchen and make their relationship official.

I can just imagine R walking around the apartment with hickeys and Mindy makes a comment like “Ah I see you finally told her” (winks at Tara) and then Sam answers “Yeah it was fun” causing everyone to be confused/shocked. Tara’s just happy that she didn’t catch them in the act lmao

Thank youuu!

Hey this is quite similar to the Sam x fem reader x tara love triangle I’m currently writing a part three for 👀👀 so I’ll incorporate your ideas into the final part!