#Quinn Bailey

[delicatelluv]

౨ৎ I 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

[jillgirlfriends]

live, love, ghostface!

pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, roman bridger, charlie walker, jill roberts, ethan landry, quinn bailey x fem!reader

summary: only nsfw and nsfw headcanons! it's just my thoughts about ghostfaces and who is who

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BILLY LOOMIS

dom

billy was very gentle with you at first, always asking about your comfort and safety. never hurt you, but you didn't know that he was actually just preparing you for his own cruel games.

when you had another session, you expected tenderness and kindness.. but, it was not there. your boyfriend was so rude and cruel to you. but, you liked it in the end.

billy doesn't like to use toys, he's against them.

your boyfriend always gives you so much pleasure. when he kisses your neck and bites it lightly, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel so good just feeling him next to you..

you can hardly hear anything from this guy, only rare sighs. try paying attention to his neck or giving him a good and long blowjob, you can hear very quiet moans from him that he holds back.

you don't have sex that often, mostly only at night when billy comes to you after the murders that you, of course, don't know about. billy needs to calm his ardor and then rest in the arms of his beloved girlfriend.

his favorite positions are missionary, doggy style and he will never admit it but he also likes cowgirl. it was only once and after that you never dominated

- «just look at yourself, how you always take my dick so well. you're just a real slut, my love» - said billy with a dark smile and he also pulled your hair.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STU MACHER

dom

he just wants to please you and protect you because you are his first love he wants you to feel comfortable with him.

with stu you can talk about any topic during classes, he will still joke a lot and, as always, be a playful guy.

stu always asks you and always keeps you informed of his various ideas about your sex life. his ideas are quite.. unique.

he will naturally allow you to dominate him, he will even ask you about it. he also needs rest and besides, he has a great view of your whole body. this shameless guy will naturally touch you and your curves, especially your thighs. in general, he also loves your domination over him!

he is ready to have sex at any time, you can literally do it twice a day or almost absolutely ALL night.

stu, like billy, does not like toys, he likes to use only his strengths and, in rare cases, a knife.

his favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl. the second one is simply his favorite, the very favorite. very very very

«hey baby let's change» - said stu in a quiet and gentle voice, and began to kiss your entire face and pay attention to your lips

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MICKEY ALTIERI

dom

mickey is just a huge experimenter, a sadist and a pervert

the first time you were all quite gentle, he took care of you properly and paid attention to you. it was the first and last time, he became literally very cruel and sadistic. constantly chooses those positions that are uncomfortable for you and also very perverted like this guy

doggy style lover, he just loves this position. he will beat, knead, bite and kiss your poor ass.

ready to have sex at any time, he has very good stamina and just a huge sexual desire. you often did this in the toilet of the college

mickey has definitely had many girls, but they were all just regular sluts. you are his favorite, and with you he finally found real pleasure and happiness

he is also ready to use a knife, but this time he will definitely ask you about it. If you agree, he can leave very small cuts.

mickey also uses toys on you, but very rarely. he will constantly tease you and call you a slut. he loves vibrators, and always uses the biggest ones.

«what a good girl, you take absolutely everything that I give you..» - mickey muttered, sliding his fingers deeper into your pussy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ROMAN BRIDGER

switch (mostly dom)

roman, to be honest, is not such a fan of sex, you have sex with him quite rarely. because of roman's work and also his dark work as a ghostface, which you don't know about, so the director simply doesn't have time for it, unfortunately

basically it's quite gentle and fast, you have a lot of fast rounds and basically always in the same position.

you both can do this in the on the set's bathroom, but it's pretty rare.

I honestly don't know what to write about this wonderful man

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CHARLIE WALKER

sub

God, this guy will beg to be controlled and dominated. he just needs it, he will be your obedient kitten.

you constantly dominate him and do whatever you want with him. and he, like an obedient boy, accepts everything and simply enjoys you. do you want to tie him up? yes. do you want to mock him? of course, he will not resist your will.

charlie just loves cowgirl, he will stare at you and get more and more excited. he especially loves it when you leave marks on him, marking him as yours. he is just in heaven, being next to his favorite girl

he is ready to make a sex video with you, naturally only with your consent. charlie will not show the video to anyone, because it is especially for him

it was you who took his virginity, he was so inept and worried all the time. all his knowledge from porn was forgotten, because a wave of embarrassment overwhelmed him like your breasts

charlie just loves it when you pull his hair or give him a head massage while he eats your pussy

you can fuck him whenever you want, everything is at your discretion and he has no right to vote, he will be for any idea

«oh please..! is too much..» - charlie is already losing his mind from your mouth, he has lost count of how many times he has cum

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JILL ROBERTS

dom

this girl was also a virgin, she didn't have sex with charlie or even more so with trevor. she didn't give it to any of them, but she gave it to you. but after the first time she almost immediately became more skilled and professional

she practically humiliates and breaks you, she deliberately fucks you in uncomfortable positions and you have no right to arise

jill will control you all the time and not let you cum. If you cum before the appointed time, she will torture your poor pussy and ass with vibrators. she is a fan of toys.

you have sex VERY rarely, because jill roberts's entire sex life is a huge secret. she is an innocent and kind girl who wouldn't hurt a fly, and no one should know what you both do. she is very afraid that you both might get caught, so you have sex very rarely.

she will never have sex during these days, sex is completely prohibited during these days.

jill can tie you up and rape your pussy with her graceful little fingers and bring you to multiple orgasms, she can add her mouth or any toys

oh she loves to touch you and your body by accident when you are in public, she will accidentally touch your chest for a second, or she will deliberately squeeze your ass and pretend like she did nothing

this queen loves doggy style, just like mickey. she finds this position kinky, and it satisfies her.

«take it all like dirty slut you are, you want this? you're getting it» - jill says roughly and with a smirk, pushing the vibrator deeper into your pussy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ETHAN LANDRY

switch (mostly sub)

first things first, this man is 100% a complete and total sub

moans, groans, whines, pleas and begs; he does it all, and does it very well

ethan is literally made to eat pussy, in every session he will definitely eat your pussy. sit on his face, he will be just happy. he always listens to you and your instructions. add a finger, slow down, speed up, whatever. he always listens to you

If you want to be fucked like a whore, he will do it, if you want to humiliate him, he will do it too. whatever you ask, he will agree to it.

ethan loves the cowgirl, it's his favorite position. he'll accept everything like an obedient kitten, and only with your consent will he touch you. he loves it when your breasts bounce.

by the way about breasts, he loves your breasts. he is so gentle. almost every day he touches your breasts and feels them. often after your sex, your nipple is in his mouth

he can literally cum if you praise him, and his favorite thing is to call him: "good boy"

like any guy, ethan needs a good blowjob. he loves it when you take his cock in your mouth and jerk him off with your hand at the same time, he is just in heaven from it. ethan closes his eyes and these beautiful moans are heard from his beautiful mouth

you both don't have sex that often, you have quite a few quick rounds. he needs sex after kills.

«oh my good boy makes me feel so good..» - you moan sweetly and smile while he eats your pussy and you sit on his face

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ QUINN BAILEY

dom

of course quinn dominates. this beautiful woman has a huge sex drive, she is literally insatiable and wants sex all the time. she naturally had many sexual partners, as we know from the movie

you both have sex literally every day. It lasts for about 3-4 rounds, 15-20 minutes each.

quinn is more gentle with you than jill and she often praises you and reassures you. but, she can also be more rude.. she is such a big teaser!

this woman is number one in care after your sessions, she will calm you down and ask how you are. afterwards she can hug you for a few minutes, and then you take a shower with her where she carefully takes care of you.

she loves to seduce you with her short outfits and lift up her dress to tease you.

God she will rub your poor pussy and lick it all the time quinn often overstimulates you and you cum too much because of her

she, like jill, has toys that are safely hidden in her room. she always sticks the vibrator in so deep that it even hurts, but at these moments... caring quinn disappears and she becomes a real sadist.

queen of sex positive!

I think she had sex with a girl before.. but she probably didn't like it and promised herself she wouldn't do it with girls anymore. but you changed everything.

«come on baby, I know you can take more. It's only your third orgasm, slut.» - redhead has been rubbing your pussy for several minutes without stopping. you know that soon she will add fingers..

and by the way, don't ask me about a couple of freaks. I don't write anything with them.

[lifeofthespider]

Hey, roomies. Didn't see that one coming, did ya?

[mickonmain]

This was meant to be a warmup doodle but my motivation is pretty much sapped for today I think sorry 💔

Quinn Bailey did nothing wrong change my mind

[woodsboromassacre]

ghostface always doing something

[jazzyoranges]

heyy i love how well written your works are, and i was wondering if there could be another tara carpenter x gp reader?? an enemies to lovers kinda thing, smut/fluff but it is totally up to you!! thankss❤️

All Mine

Tara Carpenter x gp!reader

Words: 2.8k

A/n: thank you!! also kind of a combination of this request and a prompt in this request

Warnings: reader has a penis, hate fuck? i think?, bottom!T, top!R, explicit sex, implication of breeding kink, teasing (lots of it), unprotected sex (your pullout game is weak), implication of alcohol consumption, no ghostface au

MINORS DNI!!

Tara hates three things in her life. You, hairless cats, and soggy bread. In that order too

She could handle hating hairless cats and soggy bread, but you? You were in Tara’s friend group. Tara hated you and to make matters worse, she was the only one that did

You were nerdy like Wes and Ethan, quick-witted and funny like Mindy and Amber, athletic like Chad, charismatic like Quinn, protective like Sam, and (allegedly) nice like Anika. You had nearly every one of her friends best traits, but Tara knew why she didn’t like you. You were really fucking annoying

Along with all of your positive traits, you were loud and obnoxiously social. Not that Tara was antisocial or anything, but god you were on a whole other level. It was mildly infuriating how you could go to a party you knew nobody at and somehow come out with more friends than you started with

All those people and you decided Tara was the one you’d annoy. A nudge to her shoulder made Tara look up from where she was putting her head down

“You look like shit” The brunette doesn’t respond and puts her head back down on the table

“Sam tase someone without your permission again?” Tara could practically hear the smirk in your voice

“Please for the love of god shut the fuck up. Your voice is the last thing I need to hear today”

“Woah, someone’s mad” You stick out your tongue in response at the glare Tara sends your way

“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carpenter”

Tara abruptly leaves the lecture room. You think you really fucked up this time, but let out a breath of relief when you see that Tara didn’t grab her things. She was probably going to the bathroom to escape you. Which, who would ever want to escape you?

Apparently not Tara because she’s back in her seat just a few minutes before the lecture starts

“Aspirin?” You grab the bottle from a pocket in your bag, shaking it next to her

“You have Aspirin laying around?”

“Anika told me you were at a party, I figured it’s the least I could do”

“You’re trying to drug me, aren’t you?”

“If I was trying to drug you, I would’ve offered it to you at the end of class”

“Why weren’t you at the party?” Tara asks, taking the bottle from you hands and shaking out two tablets before downing them with some water

“Missed me?”

“Nope, just surprised you weren’t blackout drunk”

“Good to know you think highly of me. I was studying, thank you”

“You? Study?” Tara scoffs

“Don’t act like the idea is so out of this world”

“Right, because last time I remember you passing up a party was because your betta fish died and you forced all of us to have a funeral for him at the park”

“Trout’s death is not one to be made fun of!”

Before Tara can respond, the professor starts talking and the lesson begins. Unfortunately her head is still kind of throbbing with only mildly wanting to throw up. She had to accept she wasn’t going to get anything done until that Aspirin kicked in. Especially when she can feel you staring at her

The class goes as smoothly as it can and you notice Tara hasn’t made an effort to even try to take notes. The lesson eventually ends and when everyone gets up, the brunette begrudgingly does too

You bump your shoulders together and Tara glares at you with enough power you actually manage to feel fear for a split second until you realize it’s Tara. The girl was like two apples tall. Two and a half on a good day

The brunette doesn’t realize you were handing her a paper so you physically have to place it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion

“What is this?”

“Notes, you need them”

“I’m not buying you Raising Canes if that’s what you want”

“Since I’m such a good friend, I’ll give it to you free of charge. Just make sure to bring it back with minimal damage”

“You’re not gonna make me Paypal you fifty bucks?” Tara doesn’t have any classes for the next few hours so you two made a point to walk to your next class. She didn’t know how it started, but you were okay to talk to when you weren’t being annoying

“In my defense, Trout recently died”

“We buried him in the fucking park, I don’t think that costs money”

“It was condolence money. I made everyone pay and I think it was pretty genius”

“I really do wonder how you still have friends”

//-//

Someone knocks on the door of you and Anika’s apartment. When you realize your roommate is probably listening to music that was too loud to be healthy, you get up from your very comfortable bed

You don’t remember ordering food and you’re pretty sure Anika didn’t invite Mindy over, so the person behind the door was probably just the nice old lady across the hall that made cookies for everyone

For better or for worse, you’re met with a Tara Carpenter that’s caught off guard when you open the door. Tara usually sees you in well put together outfits so you can only imagine her surprise when she sees you wearing boxers that outlined your cock and a hoodie that barely covered it up

“Eyes are up here- What brings you to the Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“Can’t you just let me in?” Tara’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Thank god you just glossed over… it

“It’s protocol you identify yourself and state why you’re here” You lean on the doorframe, actively blocking the entrance to your apartment. Tara knew this was a losing battle and hated how you looked hot while winning

“Anika and I have a project we need to work on”

“You didn’t identify yourself” you’re wearing that same dumbass smirk you have after telling a horrible joke

“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think we know any Tara Fucking Carpenters. Guess you can’t come in” you shrug

“God give me patience.” Tara rubs at her temples like you’re giving her a headache

“Isn’t it god give me strength?”

“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”

“Point taken, but you still need a password”

“You didn’t say anything about a password!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re the real Tara or not. Say a fact about me only the real Tara would know”

The brunette pretends to think for a moment, even putting her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for effect. When she notices you’re starting to get suspicious of her antics Tara pushes you though the door, successfully getting in without a password or confirmation

You stumble back almost like a cartoon character and you can hear Tara let out a small laugh. You can see the dimples on her cheeks whe she tries to cover it up with her hand

“Nika, your friend’s here!” You lead Tara to Anika’s room, making sure to knock loudly while Tara’s busy either checking you out or trying to blow you up with her mind. It’s unclear, but you have to lean towards the latter

“Isn’t Tara your friend too?” Your roommate opens the door, headphones around her neck

“No.”

“Yes.” Both of you say in unison. The look you give each other is almost comical with how Tara’s glaring while you’re smiling. Anika stares blankly between you two and it eventually starts to make more sense

“Stop eye fucking each other, we have work to do” Anika pulls Tara into her room. You shrug, heading off to probably yell at ten year olds on Fortnite or something

“We were not eye fucking” the shorter girl huffs, sitting on Anika’s bed

“I literally opened my door and thought you two were about to make out”

“I didn’t expect to get interrogated when I came here!” Tara flops onto her back, covering her eyes and trying (and failing) to stop the red that dusted her cheeks

“Whatever, I’ll get you to crack later”

“Kill yourself.”

//-//

Tara doesn’t understand what she’s feeling when she sees some random girl grind against you

It’s like that one scene in Euphoria when Maddy and Nate stare each other down at the school dance, except you were looking far more more bored. That is, until you see Tara glaring at both of you

Like a switch turned on, you’re suddenly more interested in the girl. You encourage her grinding with a hand kneading her hip, using your other hand to take a sip of your drink. And just like Maddy, she’s tempted to find Chad to do the same to you. She doesn’t.

Tara fucking hated you. But she also needed you now.

Making you jealous would take too long. In theory she had the time, but her hunger to taste you was making her do things she would’ve never thought of before. One of those things being grabbing your hand and leading you away from any girl that tried to even look at you.

The girl who was grinding on you calls her a bitch among other things, but Tara knows it’s worth it when she sees you smile at her like she’s your entire world. Because she was your entire world

She leads you into an empty guest bedroom of the house, locking the door before getting close enough to you she can smell the alcohol in your breath

“What’s all this about, Tar?” You grin. Tara doesn’t know if she wants to kiss or slap that smirk right off of your annoying face

“You know what this is fucking about.”

“Do I? I think you should spell it out for me.”

“You know, I’ve had it with your attitude.” Tara jabs a finger at your chest, the back of your knees hitting the end of the bed. In one motion you sit down and bring Tara down with you. You make her sit on your cock

“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking hot when you’re mad?” You smile, finding the blush on Tara’s cheeks absolutely adorable

“Only you.”

“Good. How about we keep it that way, baby?”

“You’re so annoying.” The brunette cups your face with both of her hands, your lips fitting together like they were always meant to

“I know I am” You say in between kisses, your hands finding their way up Tara’s shirt, kneading the spot right under her boob. She forces your hand to stimulate her nipple, eliciting a moan from her mouth

“You’re so pretty, Tar. I can’t believe only I get to see you get all hot and bothered” You smile breathlessly

“Fuck. S-Stop talking like that or you’ll make me like you” Biting a hickey on Tara’s neck, you take of her shirt and her bra in a flurry of heat

“I bet you’ll like me even more when you’re bouncing on my cock” You force Tara to grind on the bulge in your pants, earning you a small whimper that makes you smile

“C’mon, all you have to do is admit you like me and I’ll fuck you better than anyone has” It should be considered torture how much you were teasing Tara. You were biting hickeys on her neck, playing with her nipples, all while a few layers of fabric were the only barriers between your dick and her pussy. Fuck you knew how to overstimulate a girl

Laying Tara on on the bed, you could really tease the brunette better in this position. You can feel the Tara’s wetness through her soaked panties, and you’re sure she can feel the pre-cum leak out of your cock. Your hands are on her hips as if you were thrusting, yet you deny her and your pleasure for the sake of being an ass

“Don’t you want me to ruin you for anyone else? I promise I’ll stretch you out so good no other guys’ cock can fill you up like me.”

“Fuck you. I hate you, you’re s-such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Tara reaches for anything she can hold onto, your arms being the nearest thing

“I can think ways you could ‘hate’ me even more” You smile when Tara reaches to take off her panties but you find her hands first. You intertwine your hands together and the action is so soft Tara almost forgets about the situation she’s in. Almost

“Whenever I masturbate I think of you, did you know that? God, sometimes I have these hookups and all I can think about is you cumming around my cock”

Tara thinks it’s embarrassing how she’s about to cum just by your sickeningly sweet voice and the constant friction between you two. Tara also thinks she’d rather die than miss an opportunity of a lifetime.

Sure you were a cocky pain in the ass, but you were her cocky pain in the ass.

“Fuck- I admit it! I think you’re the hottest fucking person in the world. I like you.” Tara looks straight into your eyes, and the smile reserved only for her makes another appearance

“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”

“I still hate you.” You unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your jeans with watchful eyes. You pull down your boxers just enough so that your cock springs out, making Tara’s mouth water. Fuck you were big

Pulling Tara’s panties to the side, she’s dripping wet when you swipe your finger across her slit

“Fuck- (Y-Y/n)” Tara sings when you lick up her juices with your tongue. She buries her hands in your hair, bringing you closer to her dripping cunt. You moan at her taste and the vibrations are almost enough to get Tara to cum. Almost

You rise to your knees, lining up your dripping cock with the shorter girls dripping pussy. You decide to be evil and rub your dick against her slit before easing your tip into her hole. It was infuriating how slow you were going and Tara remembers why she hated you in the first place

Tara’s whining and whimpering under you and you can’t remember a time where you’ve been happier than in this moment

Tara on the other hand, has never hated you more in her life than in this moment

The younger Carpenter decides to be bold when she grabs your shirt and forces you forward. You’re caught off guard and over half of your cock finds itself nestled tightly in her pussy as you catch yourself with your arms

“Y-You’re sneaky, aren’t ‘cha” With your face so close to hers, Tara realizes you’re as much of a victim to your teasing as she is. She can tell it’s taking everything inside of you not to fuck her raw until your dick is limp and Tara’s legs are sore

“You can go fast. I can handle it, baby” Tara cups your face with her hand, stroking your cheek with such softness like you aren’t literally lodged into her cunt like a dog in heat

With that confirmation, you give Tara a peck on the lips and buck your hips in such a way you hit that spongey spot inside of her

The sound of skin slapping is louder than the blasting music downstairs, but your grunting and Tara’s moaning combined are louder than both. Thank god the owner of the house was your friend because you don’t know if you could come out of that room if this is what Tara sounded like

“Fuck- I’m close” You say a little too breathlessly for your liking

“Don’t p-pull out.” The shorter girl uses your shirt as leverage to keep you inside of her. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion

“T-Too messy, don’t feel like cleaning up.” Tara answers between moans like she can read your mind

The familiar heat you’re so used to finally snaps. Wrapping her legs around yours, you cum with almost a guttural whine. Your orgasm is enough for Tara to have hers and you fuck her through it, making sure none of your cum drips out of her hole

You pull out and a few dribbles of your semen flow out of her cunt. You plug her pussy with your fingers and Tara is far too sensitive to handle it

“D-Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Tara jokes, but all air in her lungs leave when you let out a laugh of your own

“I’ve got all night, love.”

Tara has to remember to make you buy her a morning after pill.

[ladyalatariel]

GHOSTFACE REVEALS in the Scream Franchise

+ bonus

[getmeoutofhell]

Ghostface WOMEN headcanons

MAJOR WARNING!!: these headcanons are toxic, showcasing a more evil approach. if you’re not comfortable please leave for your protection. does contain implies of smut.

a/n: i just randomly thought up some evil women headcanons…i think i did okay.

Amber Freeman:

she’s your #1 protector!! very protective over something she cares about. you especially. 🥀

keep in mind this means she’s very jealous of people in your personal space for to long. it makes her being ghostface so worth it so she can kill anyone she pleases.

hates when she can’t find you/have you in her sight. she’ll lock you away from the world if you keep this behavior up. you’ll never see your friends or family again…

but she’s so in love with you!! you’re her little star, her angel. she will end anyones life that makes her feel threatened.

“no! no going out today.” she storms out of the bedroom as she grabs her knife and leaves. amber hates when you ask her for to many things at once. you’ll make her mad, and you don’t want that. she can get very mean and aggressive with you.

“you stupid slut! who was that person you were talking to!!”

“it was just a old friend checking up on me. i haven’t been out of the house in days amber, people are starting to get worried.”

“let them get worried. you’re safe with me and that’s all that matters.”

hates when people talks to you without permission. her ghostface side comes out quick. but that’s how she shows her love to you. she will do anything for you. even if it means hurting you for you to keep quit.

Jill Roberts:

if she gets possessive with you, it’s because you forced her hand. she doesn’t wanna show you this side of her, but once you push her limits it’s all she’ll ever show. 🥀

“you’re not going anywhere. come back here.”

“i got invited to go out with my friend.”

“so?”

she’s so evil and full of evilness that stirs up when people are near by you. it’s a ticking time bomb with her, and it lights up. she’s like joker and your harley. she keeps you away from harm. you only go out if she goes. it’s rare any time you go out by yourself alone.

you try to reassure her that you’ll be fine, but she knows that’s not true. she thinks you’ll try to leave her, so she keeps you in with her darkness.

when you cry she’s there to comfort you, and kill the person who made you cry. unless it’s her that made you cry. if that’s the case, she’ll look at you and tell you she’s sorry but it has to be like this.

there’s no where to run or go, she’ll still end up finding you and bringing you right back to where you belong.

Quinn Bailey:

the worst fucking one. the most evil of all. she HATES people around you, and will get very very fucking mean. she doesn’t care if it’s in public. 🥀

“what’s your fucking problem huh? why are you all up on her?!?!”

“what are you talking about?”

“we’re leaving.”

she will drag your ass out any public place that makes her feel like your not obeying her. her hand with be wrapped around your wrist as she drags you to the car. her anger is timeless. you can feel it sometimes radiating off her body.

you’re her prize, no one else’s. so don’t even think you’re gonna leave her without a fight.

will drag her knife across your skin telling you how much she loves you and your body, how she cherishes the ground you walk on. how she wants to marry you once you start behaving right. she tells you the be grateful, and that you’re very lucky she loves you.

licks up your neck, leaves hickeys and bite marks to let the world know who you belong to.

[now-whos-doing-that]

GUYS I FINISHED THE SLIDESHOW.

[rollingsins]

Quinn Bailey Must Die

P1 | P2 | P3

summary: Quinn Bailey is yours and Tara's man-eating, sexed up, horn-dog roommate. She's cool at first, you think. Until she sets her sights on Tara. 

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, language.

word count: 6.6k

a/n: set in the all hers universe, just a lil (big) one shot. love u guys, as always let me know your thoughts, always makes my day :))

Quinn Bailey is - to put it lightly - an absolute pain in your ass. 

New York City is expensive. 

College is expensive. 

And despite your parents' assistance and you and Tara both working part time jobs, it just isn’t feasible for you to get your own place in the city. 

So you’d put an ad in the paper. Found Quinn. She’d seemed fun at first - lively. The type of girl you’d want to be friends with in a new city like this. A tried and true party girl, glimmering like a jewel in a sea of dreary faces. 

But her sparkle had lasted all of three weeks. 

First it was the dishes. 

She left them piled up in the sink, unattended. For days, sometimes weeks. 

A little pet peeve of yours, but it wasn’t anything major. 

It had nothing on the men. 

They were like a revolving door. An entire roster of bodies to keep her warm. 

Short men. Tall men. Thin men, muscular men. Men with beards. Men without. Pretty men, sometimes, even ugly men. 

If he lived in the tri-state area and had a penis - likely he’d seen the inside of your apartment (and your roommate). 

But really, you’re not in the position to complain. 

You and Tara weren’t exactly known for having quiet sex, and of all the people you’d lived with, Quinn seemed to mind it the least. 

Maybe, looking back, that should have been the first warning sign. 

“I don’t know,” Quinn sighs one night over a glass of wine. Tara’s curled up in your arms, nursing her own glass as you play with her hair, “Sometimes I think I should just give them all up.” 

“Men?” You ask, furrowing your brow. You laugh a little at the thought, “I don’t know Quinn, outside of partying, men are your biggest hobby.” 

It’s not intended as a slight, and Quinn doesn’t take it as one. She throws a coy smile your way. 

“I don’t know, you two have just got me thinking lately,” She says, “I’ve never considered girls before. I mean, I like dick. A lot. But maybe dick isn’t everything.” 

“Poetic,” You say, an eyebrow raised. 

Men or women, it didn’t really matter who Quinn bought home. You’d have to wear your noise canceling headphones regardless. 

But Tara’s shifting in your arms, sitting up. Then, she narrows her eyes at Quinn.  

Like she’s scanning her for a potential threat. 

Although therapy had quietened some of Tara’s more jealous tendencies, it hadn’t gotten rid of them completely. Now, instead of stabbing - she chooses staring. 

You rub her arm, your quiet signal there are no threats here. 

“Besides,” Quinn says, throwing her hair back, “A chick can just strap one on, right? And it never goes soft. Maybe that’s an upgrade.” 

Tara’s tense against you. 

Quinn looks over at her, and suddenly notices the death glare she’s receiving. She pinches her eyebrows, a little confused. 

“What’s got you all worked up?” Quinn asks, with another flick of her hair. Her eyes widen, “Oh? You think I’m trying to make a play for your girl?” 

She leans back and lets out a loud laugh. 

“Chill Tara, if I was going to go for either of you, it wouldn’t be her.” 

And then it’s your turn to stare. 

Your hand freezes over Tara’s arm. A hot, familiar feeling of jealousy seeps through you, settles deep within your bones. 

Quinn catches your gaze and rolls her eyes. 

“Girls,” She says, exasperated, “You’re not the only pussy-lickers in town. Relax, okay?”

Tara leans back into you, seemingly placated. 

Quinn tilts her head, and downs the rest of her wine. She picks up her phone to call some other nameless man, no doubt to terrorize the two of you within the next half an hour. 

The conversation is over. 

But the jealousy bubbling under your skin doesn’t simmer down. And suddenly,  it’s the only thing you can think about. 

-

“What did she mean by that?” You agonize to Liv and Chad, a little later. 

You’re in the NYU quad, picking at your salad with a plastic fork. Tara’s in class, giving you more than enough time to stew on the conversation with Quinn. 

Chad slurps on his milkshake, seemingly unbothered. 

“She was just being friendly, YN, I wouldn’t read into it.” Says Chad, mouth open and full of food. 

Liv turns to him. Smacks his arm, a little too hard. 

“Friendly?” She says, voice shrill, “Friendly?” 

Chad blinks back at her, but she’s turning to you.  

“YN, she was not being friendly, don’t listen to him. Boys are so stupid.” 

“Hey-“ Interjects Chad, but Liv ignores him. She takes your arm. 

“She’s making a play for Tara, YN,” She says, a little urgently, “Girls do this. We like to play with our food before we eat it. She was scoping out Tara’s reaction before she put the moves on her for real.” 

You furrow your brow. 

“You think?” 

“I know,” Says Liv, “How do you think I got Chad?” 

Chad looks over to her, a little owlish. 

“Huh?” He says, creasing his forehead, “I asked you out, babe.” 

Liv shoots him a look. 

“You asked me out after I spent two weekends at your house asking for Mario Kart lessons.” 

Chad’s eyes widen. 

“You said that was so you could beat your brother!” 

Liv gives you a look. 

“Women are masterminds, YN. Watch the fuck out.” 

-

Liv’s comments ring in the back of your mind for the rest of the day. 

Now that you think about it, Quinn had been lounging about the house lately in scantily clad outfits. 

Sleep shorts that rose almost up to her hips. Tiny tank tops that were almost see through. She giggled a little too hard at Tara’s jokes, gushed over Tara’s cooking as if Tara was Gordon Ramsey himself. 

You’re starting to see it. 

Quinn liked her conquests. 

Men were easy, women a little harder - but for a girl who liked to conquer, who better than Tara? 

Your sweet, loving, loyal and devoted girlfriend. 

Prying Tara away from you wouldn’t be child’s play. 

Truly the Mount Everest of conquests. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Tara asks you a little later, after you’d spent half the night glaring at Quinn. 

She’d been traipsing around all afternoon in a pair of black panties and an old t-shirt, an outfit that wouldn’t have made you think twice about it a few days ago. 

But it’s different now. 

Liv’s words ring loud in your head, “Women are masterminds, YN.” 

You don’t respond, instead dropping a soapy pot to the countertop and watching as Quinn disappears into her bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. 

Tara snakes her arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Babe?” Tara prompts. 

“Nothing,” You mumble. You’re in your own head now, half afraid if you say it out loud it will become true. 

You feel Tara’s pout against your shoulder. 

“Something’s wrong, you barely said anything when I tried to get you to watch Saw III,” She says, turning you in her arms. 

She raises an eyebrow to punctuate her point. 

“And you hate gore movies.” 

“I like movies that make you happy,” You lie. 

Tara furrows her brow. 

“Okay, something is definitely wrong,” She says. She stands on her tip toes and presses the softest kiss to your cheeks, “Tell me babe, what is it?” 

You bite your lip. 

Tara is your girlfriend, you reason after a moment of hesitation, and if anyone were to understand jealousy - it would be her. 

You sigh and loop your arms around Tara’s waist. 

“Is Quinn… do you think she’s acting weird?” 

Tara frowns. 

“No weirder than usual.” 

“It’s just…” you chew your lip, “I think she might.. be into you, babe.” 

Tara shoots you a look. 

“I don’t think so,” She says. She leans up and presses a kiss to your lips, “She has a pretty solid roster of dudes to keep her entertained.” 

She brushes a stand of hair out of your face, “Is that what’s bothering you, baby? You know you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you.” 

It placates you for only a moment. 

Of course you don’t have anything to worry about. Tara adores you. Tara’s killed for you. Tara loves you with every fiber of her being. 

It’s just… 

Quinn is pretty. So pretty. 

Tara had fallen hard and fast for you, who’s to say she couldn’t fall the same way for someone else? 

And then the dread is back. 

“It’s just… Liv said-“ 

Tara groans. 

“Babe, don’t worry about what Liv has said. She barely knows the days of the week.” 

“But she knows how to get guys,” You say, a little pointed. 

Tara tilts her head. Her eyes are warm, the softest smile on her lips. 

“I’m not a guy,” Tara promises. She nuzzles her nose against yours, “Quinn could parade around here naked doing backflips and I wouldn’t look twice at her. You know that, babe.” 

You do know that. 

And so you let Tara press warm kisses into your neck and drag you back to the bedroom. 

Make sure to moan a little louder than usual just to remind Quinn exactly who Tara belongs to. 

-

It doesn’t work. 

Because of course, why would it work? 

The barrage of men flitting in and out of Quinn’s room comes to a screeching halt. She’s celibate for almost a week, focusing all her sexual energy on your girlfriend. 

It’s subtle, in the masterful kind of way Liv described. 

“Man,” She sighs loudly, one morning from her spot at the kitchen counter, “Tara, do you think you could help me on this paper for film class? I have to write a paper on iconic women in horror.” 

Tara springs to action, charging away from you like this is her sole purpose in life: to share her catalog of benign horror knowledge to any pretty girl who looks her way. 

You fold your arms, unhappily. 

“Start with Ellen Ripley,” Tara commands, before she even sits down. Quinn begins typing, madly. Tara pulls up a chair next to Quinn’s, leaning in a respectful distance to peer down at Quinn’s screen.  

“Signorney Weaver’s impact on horror is maybe one of the things that made me interested in horror to begin with.”

“I didn’t know that,” Quinn coos. She touches Tara’s arm, only slightly, leaning in until their shoulders brush, “That’s so cute, Tara.” 

Tara draws back, clearing her throat. 

“When you’re done with Sigourney, maybe touch on Jamie-Lee-Curtis.” 

Quinn blinks over at her, eyes round, like an innocent doe. 

You know better. 

Your eyes narrow as you stand, reaching for your purse. 

“Baby,” You remind Tara, leaning over to touch her back, “We need to get groceries today. Before Sam comes to visit.”

Quinn’s schoolgirl act drops immediately. Her eyes frost over slightly as she looks over at you, only the tiniest twinge of irritation apparent. 

“Maybe you could do that later, YN?” She asks, voice tilted, “I have to get this paper done before tonight.” 

“Sorry,” You flash her the mildest smile, not sorry at all, “Tara’s sister is coming all the way from California. We need to get the place ready, right babe?”

Tara nods, turning to Quinn to shrug.  

“Google should be able to help,” She says, scooting off her chair and grabbing her coat, “Carrie’s a great film too, if you’re in a pinch.”

“Well, maybe you can help me when you get back?” Quinn asks, a slight pout on her lip as she looks at Tara. 

Your eyes narrow, but Tara nods, helpfully. 

“Sure.” 

-

Naively, you’d hoped Quinn would get bored with this little game she’d started. 

Her attention span is short, you’d reasoned, as soon as she’d figured out Tara isn’t returning any of her flirty looks or comments, she’d get bored. 

You’d been wrong. 

If anything, Tara’s lack of interest only seems to spur Quinn on more. 

Most of your classes are in the mornings, Tara’s in the afternoon. Tara walks you to class, leaves you with a soft kiss and an “I love you”, but you know Quinn doesn’t work until the evenings, and it’s just her and Tara alone in that tiny little apartment for hours on end. 

So you toil in your classes. Imagine the worst. 

Tara and Quinn, sitting side by side, watching horror movies. Quinn touches her arm, then her thigh, leaning in to kiss her. 

Tara bats her away, most times you think about it. But sometimes she doesn’t. Sometimes she lets herself be kissed. Sometimes she lets Quinn touch her, undress her. Fuck her. 

And those sometimes become all you can think about. 

This is a new challenge, one that has rarely surfaced in your relationship. 

Tara is so enamored with you, most people don’t even bother attempting to seduce her. But Quinn isn’t most people, she’s persistent and pretty and maybe Tara isn’t a guy, but that doesn’t mean she can’t fall for the same traps a lot of them do. 

A sticky hot, honey-trap by the name of Quinn Bailey. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, a little stern when you walk into the apartment that afternoon. Tara’s curled up onto the couch, blanket wrapped around her. Quinn’s hovering over her, the back of her hand pressed against Tara’s forehead. 

A prickle settles down the back of your spine. Your jaw clenches. 

But Tara doesn’t even look over, just nuzzles herself deeper into her blanket. 

“Tara isn’t feeling well, poor baby.” Quinn coos. 

You drop your bag, ignore the rageful little demon in you that wants to bat Quinn’s hand away and fall to your girlfriend's side. The tip of Tara’s nose is red, and her lips are chapped. As she blinks up at you, you notice her eyes are hazy. 

“Honey,” You say, all thought of Quinn gone as you press your lips to Tara’s cheek, “Why didn’t you call?” 

“It’s nothing, just a cold,” Says Tara, but she curls into your side anyway. You press a gentle kiss to her clammy forehead and rub her arm. Quinn disappears into the kitchen, returning with a small bowl. 

“I made her some tea,” Says Quinn, “And some soup from scratch.” 

You blink up at her. You’ve never seen Quinn cook anything in her life. She’s all Deliveroo and fruit roll ups and toast. But the kitchen sink is awash with stray noodles and dirty pots. The smell of soup lingers. 

“Thanks Quinn,” Tara murmurs, reaching out to take the bowl from her hands, “You didn’t have to do that.” 

The angry, jealous demon is back. Quinn’s smile is unsettling, almost triumphant. 

As if she’s out-girlfriend-ed you. 

You swallow the urge to punch her in the throat. 

“No, you didn’t.” You say, warily, “Tara’s allergic to MSG, you didn’t put any of that in it, did you?” 

Quinn shakes her head, her smile coy. 

“All natural, only the best for our girl.” Quinn says, and then squeezes Tara’s shoulder. 

You glare as she cleans up the dirty plates and contemplate homicide for the rest of the evening. 

-

When Tara’s feeling better, you’ll bring it up, you reason with yourself the next morning. 

Quinn Bailey is becoming a pest, a horned up sex-pest determined to get her claws in your girlfriend. 

It has to stop. 

The solution? 

This is where you’re a little stuck. You don’t know the solution. Strangling Quinn sounds great on paper, but not so much in practice. 

Dead people don’t pay rent, that’s the only thing you know for sure.

You contemplate this over the next couple of days, between wrestling a hot water bottle for Tara out of Quinn’s hands, and almost jogging down to the corner store at the end of your block to beat Quinn for the tylenol. 

Tara’s such a baby when she’s sick, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s starting to enjoy this. Two women fawning over her, competing for who can nurse her the best. 

And the worst part is, Quinn knows exactly what she’s doing and she wants you to know it. 

She doesn’t say it, not outright, too smart to play her hand too quickly. 

She grins as she spoonfeds Tara some leftover soup, flashes you a look as she dabs Tara’s sweaty forehead with a damp cloth. 

She raises an eyebrow at you as Tara croaks out to her, asking for more tissues. 

It makes you stew. 

It makes you want to grab the kitchen knife out of the top draw and slam it through her stupid neck.

It makes you want to grab her by the hair and throw her out of the window of your seventh story apartment. 

But you resist. 

Let her think she’s winning. 

It’ll make the victory you claw from her hands all the more sweet. 

Tara’s feeling better a few days later, and with her recovery comes the first taste of victory. 

Quinn’s making dinner in the kitchen - her newfound passion being culinary for your girlfriend. She hums a little, flitting between batting her eyelashes at Tara and shooting knowing glances in your direction. 

“Tara,” She says, just as she’s about to pour the tomato paste into the pasta “I can’t get this jar open. Can you help me?” 

Tara’s busy with her laptop, but she moves over regardless. She touches your shoulder lightly as she passes, and reaches out to take the jar from Quinn’s hand. 

It pops open immediately. You roll your eyes. 

Quinn beams, and as you look up, she’s running her hand over your girlfriend’s bicep. 

“You’re so strong,” She flirts, brazenly, “Thanks Tara.” 

Tara moves back to her laptop, unperturbed. 

When it comes to attention towards her she has always been oblivious. You let out a growl so low, no-one but you hears it. 

“Dinner’s up, Tara,” Quinn says, a few moments later, pulling out a couple of plates. 

You peer down at your book, suddenly very interested in the words. When Quinn had asked you your plans for the evening - grocery bags in hand - you’d neglected to tell her Tara had asked you out to dinner. 

Tara blinks over at her, a little confused. 

“Dinner?” She asks, closing the lid of her laptop. 

“Yeah,” Says Quinn with a sickly smile, “I made your favorite.” 

Tara tilts her head, “Oh. Sorry, Quinn, we’re going out tonight. I didn’t realize you were cooking for us.” 

Quinn stares a moment. 

“That’s fine,” She says, voice a little clipped, “Only, I asked YN and she said you guys were around.” 

You close your book and stand, grabbing your coat. 

“Oh yeah,” You say, smacking your hand to your head, as if you’d suddenly forgotten, “Dinner. I am so sorry, Quinn. Gosh, I am so forgetful sometimes.” 

Tara peers over at you, a little confused. 

Oblivious idiot when it comes to girls, yes, but not with you. You see the question in her eyes and neglect to answer it. 

Quinn’s eyes harden, but she doesn’t dare give up the jig. Not in front of Tara.

“It’s fine,” She says, “Maybe you can have it for lunch.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Tara says, a little absent minded as you wrap her jacket around her shoulders. 

You can tell she feels bad by the way she lingers. 

“We haven’t had a date night in a while, that’s all,” Tara explains. She wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes your hip, “Besides, I owe this one a dinner for taking such good care of me these last couple of days.” 

She presses a soft kiss to your lips, her brown eyes warm and shimmering. 

You can’t help the smile that snakes across your lips. 

Quinn crosses her arms, looking unhappy. 

“I seem to remember taking pretty good care of you,” She says, drawing Tara’s gaze, “Maybe you should be taking me out to dinner, too.” 

Tara’s eyebrows knit in confusion. She looks at you, a little helpless, like she’s suddenly aware she’s caught in a chess match she wasn’t aware she was playing. 

Bless her. 

Your poor, sweet, unsuspecting girlfriend. 

You squeeze her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

“

“Did you get the feeling Quinn’s mad at me?” She asks, “Maybe we should have invited her to dinner. She did make me a lot of soup.” 

You tilt your wine glass to your lips, needing the rush of the alcohol to get you through this conversation. 

When you set it down, Tara’s blinking back at you, with wide, brown eyes. 

“Remember what we talked about a couple of weeks ago, babe?” You say, “About my conversation with Liv.” 

Tara nods. 

“And have you noticed it, this past couple of weeks?” You prompt, “Quinn flirting with you?” 

Tara tilts her head. 

“No.” 

“Tara, she touched your arm and called you strong,” You say, pinching the bridge of your nose. Quinn had gone to work earlier that day, blown a kiss goodbye to Tara as she’d left. 

Made sure you’d seen it. 

Tara shrugs, “I’ve been in the gym, babe, I’m getting stronger.”

She flexes her bicep. 

“Look, babe, that’s all muscle.” She says, proudly. 

“That’s not the point, Tara,” You say, “She’s flirting with you. She’s been flirting with you all week.” 

Tara frowns. 

“She has?” She asks, looking a little perplexed. 

Then, she pouts. 

“So she was just complimenting my lasagne because she wanted to sleep with me?” She says, looking put out, “I thought she really liked my new recipe.” 

“Forget about the lasagne, Tara, this is not okay.” You say, “How would you feel if she were hitting on me?”

Tara frowns. 

“Not good,” She admits, “Bad. Really, really bad.” 

You sigh, dropping your fork onto your plate. 

“She’s going to have to go,” You tell Tara, “If she can’t respect our relationship, she can get the fuck out.” 

Tara bites her lip. 

“Okay, babe,” She says, a little wary, “It’s just… rent is due next month and I don’t know how easy it’s going to be to replace her.”

She squeezes your hand, a little hasty as she sees the look on your face. 

“I’ll talk to her,” Tara says, leaning up to kiss you, “I’ll remind her I’m taken and not interested. And if she still tries it after that, she goes. How’s that, babe?” 

-

Tara’s talk with Quinn happens a little later. 

You climb into bed, head tilted as you hear the quiet murmur of their voices down the hall. It doesn’t sound heated, and you hear Quinn giggling as she tells Tara goodnight. 

You frown as Tara enters the room. 

“It’s just a misunderstanding, baby,” She says as she climbs into bed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “She doesn’t like me. She told me she’s just been a little clingier than usual because we’re her only friends.” 

“Babe-“ You start with a huff, ready to climb out of bed but Tara’s hands grip around your waist. 

“I know, I know, babe.” She assures, pressing another quick kiss to your neck, “I know you think it’s all bullshit so I told her straight up. I told her I’m in love with you and if she tries anything we’ll kick her straight out.” 

You frown, turning in her arms, “Really?” 

“Really.” Tara says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “And I promise to keep my distance, okay babe? She can flirt until the cows come home, it’s going to fall on deaf ears.” 

She snuggles into your chest, soothing your hammering heartbeat with a kiss. 

“I love you. Only you.” 

-

True to her word, Tara goes out of her way to avoid Quinn. 

Gone are their cozy little sessions on the couch watching horror movies. Tara refuses Quinn’s cooking, turns down each of Quinn’s requests to hang out, or help her with homework, or whatever other brainless task Quinn can think of to get them to spend time together. 

The rental market is fucked, you discover in the interim. 

No way can you and Tara afford to move out, and even if Quinn did leave, it could take months to replace her. 

“No,” Mindy says, point blank when you ask her, “Not unless you and Tara swear to a vow of celibacy.” 

You sigh, unhappily. 

“Great,” You say, slumping back into your seat, “We’re going to be stuck with her forever.” 

Mindy looks over at you, taking a little pity on you. 

“Why don’t you ask Chad and Liv?” She suggests, “They won’t be able to hear you fuck over Liv’s soap operas anyway.” 

“I already asked,” You say, voice gloomy, “They’re in a two year contract.” 

Mindy shoots you a sympathetic smile. 

“You’ll find someone,” She says, “You just need to put some feelers out there.” 

And so you do. 

You spend the morning in class writing up the ad. You’ll put in the paper tomorrow, you figure. 

When you get home, ready to avoid Quinn and spend a night snuggling in bed with Tara, Tara’s already at the door. 

“Hey babe,” Tara says, bouncing up to greet you with a kiss. She smiles, lowering her voice, “Missed you. Wanna shower with me?” 

You smile and kiss her. 

“You know we can’t,” You say, regretfully, “Last time we used up all the hot water.” 

“So let’s have a cold shower,” She suggests, her smile turning into a leer, “I’ve got other ways to warm you up.” 

“Izzie, how are you? It’s been ages!” Quinn sounds from the living room. Your smile drops - you didn’t realize she was home. Tara notices your face shift, and rubs your hip, comfortingly. 

“She’s been good, babe, I promise,” Tara says, “Are you sure you don’t want to shower with me?” 

“I’ll start dinner,” You say, leaning in to kiss her quickly, “You go, baby.” 

Quinn’s in the living room, lounging across the couch when you enter. 

“Yeah, I’ve never done it before,” Says Quinn. If she’s noticed you in the kitchen, she doesn’t acknowledge you. She kicks her shoes off and lays back into the couch, twirling her hair between her fingers. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. You know? I really want to try it.” 

You pull a few potatoes from the bag and pull out a knife. 

Just a little while longer, you think, trying to stop yourself from glancing over. Just a few more weeks of her and then you’d never have to see her again. 

Quinn looks over, catching your eye. 

As if she can tell you’re thinking about her. 

And then, she smiles. 

“I met a guy last night, took him home because he looked a little bit like her. Dark hair, dark eyes, short.” She says, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur, “Fucked his brains out imaging it was her on top of me. Inside me. And she will be. Soon.” 

She’s looking right at you. Her voice is a low taunt, daring you to take the bait. 

And you fall for it. 

Hook, line and sinker. 

You slam the knife to the kitchen counter, cheeks flushing red. 

“That’s it,” You growl as you launch at her, “You’re fucking dead, do you hear me?” 

Quinn stares a moment, her jaw slacking. 

As if she hadn’t realized her taunting would finally come to fruition. 

In the form of you launching to grab at the end of her hair. 

You tug at it, hard, determined to make the end of your fist meet the slant of her chin. She squeals, dropping her phone as you tug her towards you. 

“YN,” She cries, “Stop it, you’re fucking crazy-” 

“You think this is funny?” You growl, letting go of her hair to shove her back against the couch. You swing at her - and miss - and you know you must look crazed. All wild eyes, red-faced, three weeks of taunting finally setting you over the edge, “ You think trying to sleep with my girlfriend is a game?” 

“Tara!” Quin screams as you launch at her once more, “Tara, help!” 

Tara’s name on Quinn’s lips - if possible, just makes you angrier. You lunge over the couch, but she stands, squealing as she ducks your advances. 

You hear the bathroom door slam, and a flash of dark hair before you turn to see Tara, soaking wet, towel pressed around her torso. Her hair is soapy with shampoo and she looks dismayed as she looks at the sight in front of her. 

Quinn screaming like a child and you feral. Grabbing for her with all your might. 

“Baby?” She says, sounding scandalized, “What are you doing?” 

Quinn lets out a sob. Teary-eyed, she barrels over to Tara and stands behind her, grabbing at Tara’s arms as if she’s her knight in shining armor. 

“She’s attacking me, Tara,” Quinn blubbers out through her crocodile tears, “Make her stop, please.” 

“Oh, give it a rest, would you?” You say, voice harsh, “Tears? Really? Why don’t you tell Tara what you were saying about her on the phone, huh? Why don’t you be honest for once in your fucking life and tell her what you’ve been trying to do this entire time.” 

“I was talking about a girl from my Chemistry class,” Quinn says, as if you’re crazy, “Her name is Charlotte, I wasn’t talking about Tara.” 

“Oh, bullshit,” You scoff, “Just admit it. You’ve been all over Tara from day one.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bitch,” Quinn says, “Look, just because you’re insecure, doesn’t mean I’m trying to sleep with your girlfriend.” 

“Enough,” Growls Tara. She wrenches her hand away from Quinn, turning to round on her. The anger within you dissipates slightly. You swallow as you’ve realized Quinn has inadvertently awoken The Rage. 

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Tara says, her voice hot, “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

Quinn blinks at her. 

“Tara, it’s fine,” You say, hurriedly, “Babe, leave it.” 

And as much as you want to see Quinn get punched in the face, you don’t want The Rage to be the one to do it. 

You’d paid for too much therapy to see that fucker unleashed again. 

“Apologize,” Tara demands, her eyes flashing, “Apologize to her now.” 

You reach for Tara’s hand, tug her back towards you, out of Quinn’s reach. Her heart is racing,  her shoulders tight. You press your lips to her shoulder in an effort to soothe her. 

Quinn’s face contorts. You half think she’s about to spit right in your face. Maybe take a swing at you of her own. But then her face softens. 

“I’m sorry, YN,” She says, voice silky sweet, “It really was a misunderstanding. I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was trying to take your girlfriend from you. I’m not, I promise.” 

She sounds sincere, but you see right through her. 

“Alright,” Tara says, though her shoulders are still tight, “Good. Now I’m going to finish my shower, and the two of you are not going to kill each other. Right?” 

Quinn nods, solemnly. 

“Bedroom,” You tell Tara, “Now.” 

-

“She’s going,” Is the first thing you say as Tara shuts the door. You’re pacing back and forth, your skin burning hot and red, “She’s fucking gone, Tara. I mean it this time. I don’t care if we have to sleep on Mindy’s couch for the next three years, I am not spending another second with her-” 

Tara rubs her eyes. They’re a little red, stained with unwashed shampoo. 

“Baby, why don’t you sit down for a bit?” She suggests, “Look at you, you’re all worked up.” 

You turn to stare her down, anger flashing through your features. 

“She was talking about fucking you, Tara,” You hiss, “Right in front of me. She was talking about how she wanted you inside her.” 

Tara moves a little closer, trying to touch your arm. You shake her off to continue your pacing. 

“You’re mine,” You seethe, “I don’t know what part of that is so hard for her to understand.” 

“Baby-” Tara starts. 

“You’re not talking me out of this, Tara,” You snap, “I want her gone. Tonight.” 

Tara catches your arm. She draws you in for a long kiss. 

She’s trying to settle you down. 

It works.  

“I’m yours,” She says, softly, “Like I already told you, you don’t have to worry about her.” 

“You promised, Tara,” You say, voice agonized, “You promised if she tried anything else she’d be gone. And I swear to god, Tara - if you try to take her side-“  

Tara shushes you with another kiss. 

Then she draws back, her voice soft. 

“Of course I’m not going to take her side, sweetheart,” Tara says, “I’m your girlfriend. I’m always on your side. She’s going. You don’t have to ask twice.” 

This relaxes you a little. Tara presses another lingering kiss to your lips. 

“Like hell we’re sleeping on Mindy’s couch, though,” Tara says, crinkling her brow, “Sam can lend us the money. She won’t mind.” 

Sam might mind. 

But it’s really the least of your worries. 

“Thank you,” You say, sighing as you lean into Tara’s chest. 

Tara squeezes your shoulders. 

“Let me finish my shower,” She says, “And then I’ll talk to her.” 

She eyes you, warily. 

“Maybe you should take a walk or something, babe,” She says, after a moment of hesitation. She brushes your cheek, “You’re all red in the face.” 

You frown. 

“If you think I’m leaving you here with that sexed-up-piranha-” You start with a growl, and Tara draws her arms back around your shoulders. 

“Alright, alright,” She concedes, “It’s okay, babe, we’ll do it together.” 

But by the time Tara’s out of the shower, Quinn is long gone. 

You spend the night seething, not even Tara’s gentle kisses enough to coax you out of your mood.

In the morning, you hunt through the apartment like a lion hungry for its prey but she’s nowhere in sight. 

She’s stupid enough to try you, but not so stupid enough to hang around for the fallout. 

When you head off to class, Tara reassures you with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“She’ll be back here at some point,” Tara says, “As soon as I see her I’ll tell her to pack her bags.”

Economics flashes by in a rage-filled trance. You don’t even bother with your marketing paper. You’re worked up. 

You just want her gone. 

And so you skip the rest of your morning classes and head home.

You don’t bother smiling at the doorman, fish your keys out of your pocket in a grump. 

When you get to the door, you tilt your key in the lock, fiddling around to pry the door open. 

And then you hear it. 

A cry - it’s Tara, and then you hear Quinn. She’s squealing again. You blink. Your mind runs rampant with the possibilities. 

Tara with her knife, plowing through Quinn with the kind of ire only The Rage can bring. 

Tara grunts, and it’s familiar. Your stomach lurches. You might be sick. 

You know that grunt. 

The indicator Tara might be plowing Quinn in a much different fashion. 

Betrayal sinks deep within your veins. You fumble with the door, almost pry it off its hinges in your effort to barge through it. 

It swings open, and the lump in your throat grows with the thought of what you might find on the other side of the door. 

But what you see isn’t what you expect. 

You blink. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. 

“Tara,” You hiss as your jaw drops, “What are you doing?” 

Tara has Quinn in a firm grip. Her legs are wrapped tight around Quinn’s waist, she has Quinn’s head between her arms in a chokehold. Quinn’s eyes are wide. She struggles desperately against Tara’s grip, eyes bulging as she tries to wrangle her way out. 

The scene in front of you would be comical, if it weren’t real. 

But it’s very real. 

Quinn looks over to you the moment Tara does. 

The sound of your voice is her escape. 

Tara turns to you, grip lessening only slightly as she realizes your presence. Her brown eyes widen, the way they do when she knows she’s in trouble. 

Quinn pulls herself out of Tara’s grip with a heavy gasp, almost shoving Tara to the floor. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Quinn says, voice high as she stands, “Are you actually serious right now?” 

“Explain, Tara,” You say, voice flat, “Now.” 

Tara looks over to you, eyes wide. She splutters as she speaks. 

“She tried to kiss me, babe,” Tara says, voice aghast, “She tried to kiss me and I didn’t know what else to do.” 

Quinn’s breathing heavily. 

She’s scary like this. Thundering over Tara’s tiny frame like she might snap her in two. 

“I throw myself at you and your first reaction is karate?” Quinn says to Tara. Her eyes are wild. She’s pissed, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara fires back, “I have a girlfriend.” 

You throw your bag to the ground. The heavy, unsettled feeling that’s stayed with you for the last three weeks is boiling. If Quinn doesn’t leave now, there’s no telling what you’ll do next. 

“Get out,” You tell Quinn, “You don’t live here anymore. Get your shit and go.” 

Quinn doesn’t move. 

“Get out,” You insist, “Before I kill you myself.” 

Quinn shoots an angry look at Tara, before redirecting it at you. 

“Fine,” She says, “You two deserve each other. Fucking Jackie Chan and Princess Prissy-”

“Out.” You snap as she grabs her purse. 

She shoots you an angry glare. 

“You can forget about rent,” She sneers, “And good luck finding someone else to live in this shitty apartment.” 

Your palms are sweating as she slams the front door shut. 

Tara looks up at you, eyes still wide, a little sheepish as you close in on her. 

“I didn’t kiss her babe, I swear,” Tara promises, leaning up to grab your hands, “She leaned in and I grabbed her before she could get close.” 

“I know you didn’t, babe,” You say after a long moment. Your voice softens. You brush her dark hair out of her eyes, “I know.” 

She’s quiet a moment. 

“I’m sorry that we didn’t kick her out sooner,” She says, “I really did just think she was trying to be my friend.” 

You sigh. Tilt your face to hers. 

“I know, babe,” You say, then you snort, “I can’t believe you put her in a headlock. Sam’s going to love that.” 

Tara pouts.

“She deserved it,” She says, “And speaking of Sam…” 

She looks up at her, eyes shimmering. 

“I talked to her about the rent,” Tara murmurs after a moment, “She agreed to help us out.” 

“Oh?” You say. A spark of hope sears deep within your chest. 

Tara bites her lip, “There’s a catch, though. She’s going to come live with us until we find a new roommate.” 

“Oh.” You say with a frown. 

“You’re not mad, are you?” Tara asks, a little hesitant, “I’d tell her no, but we’re really in a pinch, babe.” 

“It’s fine,” You say, after a moment, “I don’t mind living with Sam.” 

Tara hums. She leans in close against you. 

“And hey,” You nudge her, trying to keep the mood light, “At least I don’t have to worry about Sam trying to get into your pants.” 

Tara wrinkles her nose. 

You laugh. 

Lean down to kiss her, deep. 

Fuck you Quinn Bailey, you can’t help but think. 

You hope she enjoyed her little game.

Because when it comes to Tara, you never lose.

[pussyydestroyer]

“First date”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara and you work at a store in New York, having to restock some things on a weekend as punishment.

Warning: None. Y/n is just a little awkward and nervous around Sam, plus alcohol and all that stuff.

Word count: 6.3k

A/n: It's basically the story of Usnavi and Vanessa (played by Melissa Barrera) in In the heights but these are F!reader and Sam with some details changed and different from the musical so that Sam's character in Scream fits better 😋

I was inspired by The Club but wanted to expand it further to get to that part

“Stop being a jerk and come help me!” You shout as soon as you walk through the door with a large box in your hands, and you see Tara standing at the register doing absolutely nothing.

Completely bewildered, she raises her head and reluctantly puts her phone aside when she sees you giving her a withering, amused look. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”

She gets up from where she was and walks with slow, unmotivated steps until she reaches you, walks around you, and enters the warehouse, where the other boxes are to refill the shelves with food.

“Thanks,” you say sarcastically with a knowing smile, only for her to shake her head mockingly in response, making you chuckle.

Tara and you are friends from college, you being the oldest by two years. You’ve both been working at a store for a couple of months, hoping to earn some money for yourselves.

One day, she showed you a post she found online about a small shop looking for staff. At first, you were skeptical of the place because of the reviews, but the next day they were both hired since the owner was desperate for workers.

The job was relatively easy; they just had to serve the few customers who showed up and restock the shelves and vending machines whenever the food ran out or expired.

They spent so much time together in college and at work that they got to the point where they became very close.

"Why are we doing this?" she exclaims tiredly as she carries a box to the other side of the room, even though she hasn't moved from her seat since the day began. "I mean, it's Saturday. We shouldn't be doing this."

Tara was right. Her contract had a set schedule that meant she didn't work weekends. But it was both of their punishments for doing so.

You laugh and roll your eyes as you pull some candy that had expired a few days ago off the shelf. "Maybe it's because someone was caught idling and eating the store's merchandise?"

A few days ago, both of them were literally lying on the counter watching some silly YouTube video since there hadn't been any customers for a couple of hours. So they decided to eat a snack or two to pass the time.

Only when you open a can of soda does the owner appear and see them not doing their homework and with empty wrappers in plain sight.

They make up terribly lame excuses so that in the end, he decides to check the cameras and discover that they haven't moved from their spot for about four hours.

With amusement and feigned annoyance, she tidies up the shelf across from yours. "Speak for yourself. I only ate one potato chip."

“Liar. You also had three wrappers of chocolates on the counter,” you exclaim, squinting at her expectantly through the small slits.

You feel her shifting in place as she giggles and continues tidying.

“It was exam week, okay? I was anxious about the results.” You roll your eyes and nod in mock understanding at her perfectly valid excuse. She laughs with you before adding, “And don’t act like a saint, you ate things from here too.”

You feign hurt, placing a hand on your chest, then speak more calmly. “And I totally accept the blame.”

You simply laugh, glancing at each other as you finish arranging the things on the shelf for when the door opens, ringing a small bell that signals when someone enters or leaves.

You peer at Tara through the cracks and tilt your head in a quick motion toward the counter.

"I know," she sighs before dropping what she was doing and heading behind the counter to wait for the woman who just entered to pay.

You smile sarcastically at her for a few moments before placing the last few treats.

You take a quick look around the store to check if anything else needed restocking until the completely empty refrigerator behind you catches your attention.

You pick up the box you just emptied and walk toward the storage area to get the drinks to restock.

You go back inside, humming a song with a carefree expression on your face, heading toward the previously empty refrigerator.

You turn slightly when the bell rings again, noticing Tara engrossed in her phone and the woman gone.

You smile to yourself before returning your attention to your task.

You wanted to get this done as soon as possible without distractions so you could enjoy your weekend. Even though you didn't have any plans, the best thing you could do was stay locked in your place watching TV shows until late.

The place fell silent for a few minutes, with only your low humming heard, until that small bell rang again.

The silence was instantly interrupted by murmurs of happiness in the distance.

You listened briefly to the conversation, wondering if all the happiness was due to the fact that it was a friend of Tara's, as you took out some energy drinks.

"Hey y/n, look who's here." Tara's enthusiastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but you continued on with your own business, never taking your eyes off the drinks.

“What’s up?” Crouching down, you gesture with your hand, oblivious to what was happening, thinking it might be Mindy, who regularly passed by.

You hear laughter from the other corner and a mock clearly coming from Tara.

You add a few cans to the fridge, ignoring her words and managing to hear footsteps coming toward you.

You hum again, your attention fixed on the fridge.

The cool air hitting your face was refreshing and satisfying in the sweltering heat.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, along with the task at hand, that it took you a good couple of seconds to realize someone was standing next to you.

You turned around calmly, but upon seeing the person next to you, your heart raced, taking all your strength not to drop the can from your hands.

The basic skills of any human being faded from your system. You hadn’t expected Sam to be in the store, much less standing in front of you. Her expression was calm and stern.

From the close range, you managed to capture her slightly messy hair and her skin glistening with sweat, assuming she'd just worked out or left the gym.

Still, that didn't take away from how beautiful she looked.

The time it took you to examine her seemed like an eternity, internally cursing yourself as you felt your face heat up and simultaneously praying that she wouldn't notice your slight blush.

From the moment Sam entered your life, you had a small crush on her.

Tara had talked to you about her a couple of times before, even shown you pictures, but nothing compared to the time Sam arrived to pick Tara up from college.

When you first saw her get out of her car, her hair blowing in the wind. Watching her like a kid yearning from afar for something in a toy store.

From then on, you knew your life wasn't going to be so easy with her on your mind.

There had been times before where you'd run into each other by chance or because your connection was through knowing Tara, but it never went beyond a friendly greeting with a few exchanges.

Sometimes it could be a little awkward because you got so nervous around her, and Tara seemed to pick up on the tension between you two from all the times she teased you about her sister.

"Hi" you finally managed, a goofy smile tugging at your lips.

"Hi" she reciprocated in a soft, cheerful voice. Everything around you stopped the instant your gazes met.

The glances and smiles lasted longer than you expected. Honestly, you didn't know what else to do after that.

Sam felt the same way, but her face didn't change to discomfort or embarrassment. However, she moved her hand forward toward you.

At first, you didn't know what she wanted to do since her movements were hesitant, until you realized Sam wanted a drink from the refrigerator.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Embarrassed, scratching the back of your neck, you took a step back, then bumped into the open refrigerator door.

A blush spread across your face, hating yourself for acting so awkwardly in front of her.

It was always the same. Every time you tried to impress a girl, you ended up acting completely different from your normal self. And Sam was no exception to your clumsiness.

She simply chuckled and waited for you to walk away so she could get an energy drink. “Thank you.”

Her voice sent a chill through your body, making your heart beat faster. “You’re welcome.”

The words came out in a stuttering whisper as you were once again mesmerized by her brown eyes.

The two of you remained in a slightly awkward silence. Neither of you dared to move away or say a word; you just stared at each other with a hint of something neither of you could decipher.

Tara, who had been watching this whole scene from afar with regret and shame etched on her face, decided to interrupt. “Hey, Sam.” She waited for Sam to turn around before she could continue. “Y/n wants to ask you out, did you know that?”

Your breath stopped at that same instant as you broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing Tara’s words.

Your head swiveled sharply to look at Tara, who was wearing a wicked smile.

It never crossed your mind that she would do something like this, but this definitely caught you off guard, causing you to freeze completely, along with your stomach tightening in your abdomen.

Tara smiles triumphantly at seeing you in this state, knowing she had you in her grasp.

“I-…” You tried to excuse yourself, to say anything, but Sam was quicker, turning to you again with an anxious expression and genuine happiness.

“Oh, really?”

“I…” You’d never been in a bind like this before. You didn’t know what to do or say to dont make her feel bad. “I mean-”

“Yeah. That's what we were talking about this morning, wasn't it, Y/N?” Tara interrupts again, making Sam's smile grow at her.

Every time Tara opens her mouth, you think she's going to save you from this predicament, but she only makes it worse and worse, turning you into a nervous, clumsy mess.

You stutter for a moment, looking from Sam to Tara repeatedly, as if that would get you out of this dilemma.

“Yup, well…” you stuttered longer than you meant to, unsure of what to say next until Sam interrupts you with moderate excitement.

“Where do you want to take me?” she says mischievously, her interest piquing further with each of Tara's words to help you with the mess she started.

“To the club a few blocks from the subway,” Tara adds playfully, mockingly, before looking at you and continuing. “She’s really eager to take you there. Really.”

Sam seems more and more convinced about the idea of going out with you, which makes you even more nervous when you see her expression. “I heard it’s a good place.”

“Yeah, it is,” you smile, scratching the back of your neck, desperately trying to say something more. “We can go this afternoon… if you want, of course.”

You bite the inside of your cheek for speaking too quickly, thinking you’ve ruined everything with the way Sam stares at you without any response.

Finally, she nods in approval, and a genuine smile appears on her face as she reaches for her phone in her pockets.

“Here. Here’s my number so we can clarify the details further.”

She extends her hand toward you, her phone number flashing on the screen.

At first, you stare at it in bewilderment, not understanding what she’s doing until your mind clicks.

“Oh, yes,” you fumble in your clothing pockets to find your phone. You take it out and quickly write down her phone number.

She laughs and waits for you to do so before putting her phone back in the same place she had it before.

"Nos vemos" she says in a low, mischievous voice, then turns and leaves, not before saying goodbye to her sister.

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, feeling like you could faint at any moment.

Your mind replayed what had just happened, unable to truly believe that you had a date with Sam.

She was already gone, but you were still trying to come back to earth as you held onto the fridge.

Little by little, Tara's laughter crept back into your ears.

"Why the fuck did you do all that?" You spat out in embarrassment and annoyance as your senses returned to normal.

She was almost out of breath, tears in her eyes from the fit of laughter at the situation she'd gotten you into.

You turned around and banged your forehead against the glass door of the refrigerator, waiting for Tara to finish teasing you and for your blush to fade.

Finally, she stopped laughing and spoke breathlessly, "No. I saved you from making a complete fool of yourself in front of her. You're welcome."

She was partly right, but you weren't going to admit it after how stupid and useless you'd acted because of Tara and her interventions.

You tapped the glass

with your forehead repeatedly, trying to gather your racing, anxious thoughts. "What am I going to do now?"

"Go on a date with my sister, maybe?"

You groan softly as you tap it once more, then press your forehead against the cold glass, knowing full well that she finds your condition amusing. “Did you see how I just acted? I look like a complete idiot in front of her. I won't even last five minutes before I ruin everything.”

Tara's expression softens at hearing you speak about yourself like that. She wanted to continue teasing you, but she took pity this time. “Relax, everything will be okay, don't worry.”

She waited for your reaction to her gentle words, but seeing that you weren't reacting the way she wanted, she decided to add, “You have a point in your favor. She likes you.”

Your heart pounded again. You turned around quickly to see any hint of a joke or a lie in her expression, but all you could see was sincerity. “Really?”

She smiled at you, hearing your yearning and decided to continue encouraging you. “Of course. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't.”

A little confidence returned to you, hoping everything that happened later would be perfect.

You took out your phone with a glimmer of hope in your eyes as you saw Sam's profile on the screen. “I'll try not to screw this up.”

Hours passed, and as if in the blink of an eye, you were standing on the subway, staring at your nervous expression through the reflection of the doors.

After closing up shop a few hours earlier, you texted Sam to arrange a time and place where the two of you would meet.

When Sam finally answered, clearing things up, you immediately changed into something more comfortable and casual, but not too elegant to distinguish the fact that you were going to a club.

Your reflection vanished in an instant when the doors opened, allowing you to get off the train.

You walked with a knot in your stomach as you wiped your sweaty hands on your clothes until you reached the meeting point where the two of you had decided to meet.

Not seeing her anywhere, you decided to wait for some sign of her.

You straightened your clothes over and over again, hoping to look good for her, only to look up and find her walking toward you.

She shakes her hand, and you can't help but watch her every move.

"Shall we go?" Her sweet voice hits you, bringing you back to reality when she's close enough to you.

You shake your head slightly with an almost shy smile, "Let's go."

The night was cool and refreshing, with a silence that at first felt a bit awkward as you walked side by side.

Their arms occasionally brushed against each other, making you even more nervous than you already were, until Sam broke the silence by asking a couple of questions.

You sighed in relief at no longer being burdened by your racing thoughts and readily answered her little interrogation.

Gradually, you became less nervous as you spent more time with her.

Walking and talking with Sam, letting go more and more, you realized that longing for her from afar was a complete and total waste of time.

She's so sweet and so funny that every time she made you laugh with little jokes, you blushed, admiring her beauty at the same time.

If you weren't so shy and dumb, you could have enjoyed this a long time ago.

They continued walking and chatting for a bit longer before loud music and flashy lights caught both of their attention.

Despite being a few steps away from the club, you couldn't stop paying attention to the lights Sam had told you about earlier during your walk here.

“Damn, this is nice…” You say with a hint of admiration as you look at the enormous place. “I really like what they've done with the lights.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes and gently nudging you, thinking you were making fun of her for previously exaggerating about the venue's extravagant lights.

The thick air of the place hits them along with the loud music as they barely step foot inside.

In one corner, there was a group of people gathered at the bar, and another group of people dancing on the dance floor to their own beat.

“You might be right, this music's tight.” You look at her with complicity and amusement, having to raise your voice so she could hear you over all the noise.

You follow Sam through the crowd to explore the place a bit, watching her laugh again, making your heart beat faster. “I told you!”

None of them had been here before. You could say Sam knew the place better than you did, based on the experiences her friends told her.

You followed Sam, who walked deeper into the place, piquing both of your interest and curiosity with every step you took.

The fact that you hadn't said anything in a while, along with the music pounding your eardrums, made you feel even more nervous and restless.

You didn't want to ruin a beautiful evening that was starting off really well.

You felt the urge to say something, anything to calm down a little.

"Did I mention that you look great tonight?"

Sam stops and turns slightly, noticing a smile from something you couldn't quite understand on her face.

Their eyes meet, causing you to scratch the back of your neck and continue speaking quickly. "Because you do, you really—"

"Hey, relax," she interrupts, gently taking your hand in hers, noticing that you're back to being as nervous as you were at the beginning.

Behind all the noise, you managed to hear the softness of her voice, as if it were just the two of you in the vast space.

You sighed with relief, feeling calmer with the comfort of her words. “Yeah, alright.” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand once more before letting go. “I’m relaxed.”

You didn’t know how, but from one moment to the next, you were both dancing across from each other on the dance floor.

You watched with awe and amusement as Sam moved with grace and rhythm, her hips and arms swaying to the beat of the music.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she danced in front of you as you did the same.

Her body moved freely and passionately, creating an exciting spectacle.

Time seemed to stand still when you were with her.

The more you watched her eyes, her hair moving with every movement, her smile, a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

Despite all the hardships and self-sabotage you inflicted on yourself, you enjoyed being with her far more than you ever would with anyone else.

“Maybe you and I should hang out some more…” You say without giving your words a second thought. She looks at you skeptically when you begin to slow down, realizing what you’d said out loud.

“I’m such a dork, but I-” You apologize, a little embarrassed, but before you could ruin it again, she interrupts you, pulling you closer so you could hear her. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You were completely grateful to whatever it was that Sam interrupted you every time you messed up.

Her slightly agitated voice sent light shivers down your spine.

You tried to put that thought behind you, accepting and walking with her again to the bar, which wasn’t that far away. “Something sweet.”

Sam seemed to like your suggestion, nodding and looking at you knowingly, as if you were both connected. “You know me, a little cinnamon.”

You walked peacefully, interrupted only by the din of music and people, to the bar.

Upon reaching the small space, Sam silently gestured that she would get the drinks. You nodded, knowing she would bring the same thing for both of you.

You couldn’t help but watch her figure as she slowly walked away and disappeared from your sight a moment later.

You didn't believe in love at first sight, but after this date, you'd openly admit that you were completely in love with her.

You headed off to find a table so you and Sam could rest and be more comfortable after dancing earlier.

"yo, be more careful," you heard a familiar voice as you clumsily backed away and bumped into a table.

You turned around to find Mindy sitting there with a smile, a bit dazed from the alcohol, you assumed, and a drink in her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You looked at her in amusement as you reached out to shake her hand in a friendly gesture.

Mindy laughs, squeezing your hand, then lets go and takes a sip before answering. “I came with my girl to have a good time,” she says playfully before turning her head from side to side as if she's looking for someone. “But apparently she went to get more alcohol or something.”

You laugh, thinking that her girlfriend, Anika, and Sam might be meet at the bar, but you didn't want to bring it up yet.

Mindy was a fun and witty person. You met her through Tara a while ago and immediately liked her personality.

You and her don't hang out much, but when the opportunity arises, you talk for hours on end.

She looks at you, sizing you up and down inquisitively.

“So what are you doing here? I don't think you came alone,” she says curiously, raising an eyebrow.

You just laugh and roll your eyes, sitting in the seat across from Mindy while her girlfriend was gone. “Well…” you stammered, not wanting to say who you came with, but knowing you would have to say it eventually. “Yes. I came with someone.”

“So? Who’s the lucky one?”

You ran your fingers along the edge of the table briefly, not wanting to brag, but the way you smiled let Mindy know she was someone special to you. “I came with Sam.”

Her jaw almost dropped at the information.

She didn’t think you’d ever be able to hang out with Sam, which took her by surprise. “No way… really?”

You nodded, blushing slightly at her slightly drunken and exaggerated expression. “Yup.”

She took a deep sip of her drink, which you didn’t know what it was, to process it properly. “I never thought it was possible. Congratulations.”

You continued to play with the edge of the table, your smile lingering. “Thank you, I guess?”

She shook her head, closing her eyes for a brief moment. “No. I mean it. Congratulations.”

Your expression softened at her supportive words, even though you clearly thought this was impossible. But thankfully, it happened.

“Ever since Tara told me you were madly in love with her sister, I never thought you could date her…”

Your eyes widened, your blush deepening at the exaggeration in her words. “I’m not—” You tried to interrupt her to clarify that you’d only had a minor, non-obsessive crush for some time now, but she wasn’t listening.

“After all these years.”

You smiled warmly at her constant exaggeration, appreciating the sincerity beneath all the alcohol in her system.

Just as you were about to express your gratitude, Mindy stopped a waitress who was passing by, taking two shots, which, judging by the color, were probably tequila.

She placed one in front of you while extending her hand with the other tequila, wanting to make a toast. “To finally getting Samantha.”

You grabbed the tequila, laughing at all this before raising your hand and clinking the small glasses together.

“Cheers!” You said in unison and then drank.

Between laughter and the bitter taste of the drink going down your throat, Sam arrived with two glasses in each hand.

Your body temperature rose again when you saw her, slightly disheveled, placing the glass on the table.

A completely silly smile appeared on your face, but Sam didn't notice it as she greeted Mindy.

She stayed by your side the whole time, watching as she made small talk with Mindy while you sipped.

The pleasant atmosphere didn't last long when a guy arrived at the table out of nowhere, standing right behind Sam. "Hey, you!"

His arrogantly smug voice would almost irritate you if it weren't for the fact that Sam turned around reluctantly, knowing full well that she was being spoken to.

"Who?" The expression of disinterest when talking to him was very noticeable.

"You!"

"Who, me?"

Sam pretended not to understand, responding sharply to the other guy. Deep down, she knew what would happen if she continued talking to him, and she didn't want to.

"You wanna dance?"

She continued her arrogant little game, avoiding contact with him as much as possible.

The guy seemed like a hateful person, and if she could, she would tell him so. "Nah, man."

The guy simply laughed at his defeat, taking a step back and stopping his insistence, understanding that Sam was absolutely against being with him. “Okay, I took my chance.”

Watching the small conversation between the two of them from the silence, you somehow felt bad for the poor guy who was immediately rejected by Sam, even though you could tell she had the same feelings for him.

“It’s cool, it’s cool… hey if you want to.”

You absolutely didn't want Sam to go with someone else. It was your date with her, and you wanted to spend the rest of it with her, but your mouth betrayed you as always.

She looks at you expectantly, surprised that you'd let her be with some random on her own on a night that should have been between you two.

Her smile, once one of happiness, vanished completely from her face.

"You don't mind?" You recognized that look of anger and betrayal anywhere, even though it was the first time you'd seen it on her.

You bite the inside of your cheek, wanting to avoid any eye contact from her, but her eyes bore deeply into you.

You swallow hard, holding your breath as you feel Sam's irritated gaze and the other guy's triumphant one. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

She stares at you for a while longer, waiting for you to say something to fix the mess you just made, but nothing comes out.

You watch as she walks away, heading for the dance floor with someone other than you.

When she's completely out of your sight, you breathe normally again.

Your mind spins with flashbacks of how stupid you just were, along with Sam's cold stare.

You grab the glass Sam had brought for the two of you to share and take a deep sip, scrunching your face.

Mindy, who was completely oblivious to what was happening at the table, sees Sam leave with someone else, surprising her more than you expected. "Who's Sam talking to?"

"Some dude..." you say listlessly, sprawled across the table as you watch the alcohol swirl as the glass rolls in your hands.

She raises her eyebrows as her drunken mind connects the dots of something she didn't fully witness. “That’s messed up, she’s trying to make you jealous.”

You raise your head from your spite and look at her as if you were talking to someone completely sane.

Was Sam trying to make you jealous? Why would she do that?

That’s why Sam immediately left with him without objecting or mentioning that you and her were together in the first place. You think about your naiveté.

“Jealous? I ain’t jealous, I can take this fella, whatever.”

It was clear you couldn’t.

The minutes passed, and you were already tired of being the third wheel between Mindy and Anika

You kept glancing at the dance floor in case you could spot Sam anywhere. But there was no sign of her.

You were starting to worry, but deep down, you knew she could handle any idiot who crossed her path.

You felt bad for letting her go dancing with a stranger.

You just wanted to be with her, but you'd already ruined that.

You sighed heavily, banging your head against the table, making a small noise that no one heard.

Turning your head, raising your gaze after a brief moment of cursing yourself, you saw a head of red hair that was easily recognizable anywhere.

If Sam wanted to make you jealous, you can make it happen too. You told yourself, remembering Mindy's drunken words.

Probably the effects of the alcohol were also starting to kick in, which is why you were working up the nerve to go talk to Quinn, who was selflessly chatting with a guy.

Ever since you've known Quinn, she's always flirted with you, making double entendre, or complimenting you on everything.

You just avoid her, dodging her constant suggestives by pretending not to understand.

You knew she had a bad reputation for hooking up with anyone who caught her eye, and to your misfortune, you had caught hers.

But that didn't matter at this point; you just wanted to piss Sam off a little.

The boy immediately gets up from his seat, leaving Quinn alone and relieved for a moment until her eyes sparkle with desire as she sees you approaching.

"Hey..." Quinn says slyly as you sit across from her, where the other boy had previously been.

You don't want to have a social interaction with her, much less end up in a situation you'd regret later. So you interrupt her, starting to speak rapidly.

“Look, I know you do this with everyone, and the truth is, I'm not interested in you. I just want to make someone jealous, and you probably don't give a fuck about that, but this will be the closest thing to having my full attention. So let's go to the bar or something to satisfy your self-absorbed facade once and for all.”

She remains silent for a few seconds, staring at you with amusement, as if she were holding back a laugh.

This awkward silence, coupled with her intense gaze, made your hair stand on end. But she finally responds with a curt nod

“Yeah. Whatever.”

Before grabbing your wrist, forcing you to abruptly get up to go to the bar.

Between her leading you to take another drink and the increasing number of people, it made your curiosity and concern for Sam grow.

You looked everywhere for her, but there was no sign of her dancing with anyone or drinking.

Your concentration shifted elsewhere as Quinn flirtatiously asked the bartender for drinks.

Being with her felt like a punishment.

You just nodded or fake laughed whenever she spoke or said something supposedly funny.

Every now and then you looked up to see if Sam was around, but you were already considering the idea that she was gone.

Sadly, you continued your performance in front of Quinn, taking a big sip of something you weren't used to drinking.

Just as you were losing all hope, you saw Sam alone in the distance, heading through the door they'd entered a few hours ago.

You apologize to Quinn before hastily getting up to follow Sam.

Your heart was pounding as you pushed through the crush of people.

You'd made a huge difference with her today, and the thought of losing her in an instant was more suffocating than when you'd tried to talk to Sam this morning.

"Sam! Hold on, hold on!" you shout from outside the club, seeing her in the distance.

She turns around irritably, and you put the hands on your knees to catch your breath from running.

You lift your head to meet her upset gaze. "Why are you leaving? I mean, we're having a good time, aren't we?" you say agitatedly.

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

“If having a good time means leaving me with an idiot so you can flirt with someone else, then yes. I had a great time.”

You gritted your teeth at the venom in her sarcasm.

You felt a little happy that your plan to make her jealous with Quinn had worked, but this wasn't the time to celebrate.

You fell silent for a moment, considering your next words.

“I- I wasn't flirting with anyone…” You admit, your tone lower as you regain your composure. Sam notices your meek behavior, softening her features just a bit. “I was just hanging out with someone else because I thought you were having fun with another one.”

“Of course I wasn't having fun with him!” “I came here to be with you, ¡no con un completo idiota!” she yells again, but this time she takes a few steps toward you. Seeing this, you do the same.

“Look. I'm sorry, okay?” Your words are more confident now as you move forward, staring at her with determination. “When you're around me, I act like a fool, and I admit it.”

Sam was perplexed by your confession. She'd noticed your behavior, but didn't believe you'd admit it so openly.

She quickly examined you without moving from her spot.

There was still a wide gap between you, giving you the confidence to clarify your feelings.

"I never know what to do or say when you talk to me or look at me. I become a total mess and you know it."

She avoids smiling to maintain her angry facade; instead, she just nods.

You were no longer embarrassed or anxious. You'd spent so much time with Sam that you'd grown accustomed to her intense but pleasant gaze.

"Even Tara had to help me ask you out when I wasn't even thinking about it right now."

You both laughed at the memory of what had happened, unaware that Sam was laughing and taking a few steps forward.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, with the constant fear that Sam wouldn't want to see you ever again.

"And yes, I know that I screw up by not intervening when the guy came over and flirted with you, and I feel bad about it.”

The brief silence that fills the space is almost deafening.

There's no more music, no more loud people; it's just you and her, along with the constant pounding of your heart in your ears as you stare directly into her beautiful brown eyes.

“I had a great time tonight, and I just want you to forgive me—” Her soft lips capture yours, forcing you to stop talking.

You hadn't realized she was so close to you, the kiss taking you by surprise.

When your mind finally clicked, you melted in that instant, parting your lips and allowing her tongue to slide past.

You raised your hands, not knowing where to put them.

Sam noticed this and guided one of them to her lower back, making you gasp against her.

You were always curious to know what it was like to feel Sam so close to you, and you couldn't believe this was finally happening.

The kiss slowly grew more intense, heating your bodies more and more.

You had to admit that the way she gently tugged at your hair with her hand tangled in it drove you crazy, but not now.

The lack of air ruined the moment, and you reluctantly pulled away so you could catch it.

She looked at you panting with her eyes half-closed, while you stood with your gaze wide open, shocked by all of this.

"Yes... I forgive you."

At first, you couldn't understand what she meant, but slowly your mind came out of the lustful haze. "Right."

She rolled her eyes before leaning closer to you and laughing, resting her forehead against your shoulder.

You were still coming down from the intensity of things, so you simply placed a hand on the back of her head, completely distracted and out of it.

She breathed deeply, feeling her body press against yours.

She moved away slightly to take your hand in hers and resume her walk. "Let's go."

You intertwined your fingers as she did so as you began walking.

The peace and tranquility of your mind was interrupted when you turned to look at the club, which was now further away than you thought. "I thought we'd go inside again."

She nodded with feigned reasoning, then gave you a quick, playful glance. "Yeah, well, I'd rather finish this at my place."

The mischievous way she said it made you not doubt her other intentions at all, causing a smile to spread across your face due to the shiver she gave you. "Alright”

[thevillainsfangirl]

This is gonna ruffle a lot of feathers, I’m sure, but...

If you're going to love a fictional villain, LOVE THEM AS A VILLAIN! Stop trying to make them into some Good Person™ that they’re not. What is it that you even like about them? You think they're hot?

Quit being a pussy! THEY'RE FICTIONAL. It's not some moral dilemma if you love a villain AS A VILLAIN.

(Remade this old post because I had some characters to add.)

[jillgirlfriends]

Sorry? Not sorry 🤭

"Scream 2022" or "Scream 5" it's the worst part of all franchise, even "Scream vi" it's better.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N-Pool confronts Quinn Bailey…

Quinn: funny how this turned out. I always wanted you sticking me

She readies her knife…

Y/N: oh cute I got a special knife for you

Y/N pulls out their…

Y/N; this is baby knife. she’ll be stabbing you in the face now.

Quinn screams and charges…

Y/N stabs Quinn and tackles her off the second story balcony…

Y/N: (winces) I do my own stunts. Eat your heart out Tom Cruise.

[stqrfirez]

i love them so much sorry not at all sorry.

“but they killed people!!!! but theyre villains!! theyre murderers blah blah blah!!!” oh so girls cant have hobbies now???

[jazzyoranges]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader (r is also implied to be more masculine-leaning)

Summary: Tara rides you 🤷‍♀️ no Ghostface au

Words: 3.5k

A/n: the card game they play is called “do or drink” so if you don’t understand the rules here, search it up and it’ll probably make more sense

Warnings: G!P reader, explicit sex, unprotected sex (you pull out dw), blowjob, face fucking, Tara lowkey has a size kink, R has a praise kink lol, service top!R, power bottom!T (i think? idk positions that well)

MINORS DNI!!

Tara didn’t really feel like being at this party. Unfortunately for her, she was a victim of peer pressure by Mindy. The twin said something about “getting laid” and how Tara needed to “get some”, but in all honesty, she wasn’t actually listening

The party she was at was cowboy/southern-themed, and Tara opted to wear some plaid and a white crop top. Chad went fully cowboy, through. Tara said he looked like a dork, but his eyes were set on looking like someone from Red Dead Redemption. The brunette didn’t know how he did it, but Chad didn’t even look half bad. Tara swears he has a superpower at looking stupid and not stupid at the same time

Mindy on the other hand, did the least. The twin adorned a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with southern-ish accessories

Chad didn’t bother knocking or ringing the bell over the loud music, and he let himself, Mindy, and Tara into the house. There was a familiar smell in the house. Weed and alcohol absolutely flamed her nostrils, and she scrunched up her nose. When Tara’s eyes landed on you, she swore you were a goddess straight from Texas heaven

“Mindy.”

“I see her, Tara”

“Mindy.”

“No straight woman wears a wife beater. You’re in the clear”

In Tara’s favor, Chad yelled your name and waved you over

“Mindy, Tara, this is Y/N! She coached me back in Woodsboro. She’s also from Texas, so i invited her to show up all the fake cowboys like me” The football player slung an arm around your shoulder, and you held out your hand for the two girls to shake

“Nice to meet you two” Your accent was practically nonexistent, but certain words have you away. When your hand meets Tara’s, yours engulfs hers and she swears she can feel her heart beating in her throat

“Chad speaks well of y’all”

“Really? I’m surprised” Mindy laughs, but Tara is too busy sweating over you to engage in conversation

“I’m gonna introduce Y/N to the rest of our friend group, i’ll see you two around!”

“Have a good night, you two” You tip your hat with a wink, and follow after Chad

“So, wanna explain?” Mindy sends a knowing glance at Tara, a small smirk on her face

“Absolutely not.” The shorter girl makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a solo cup of whatever alcohol she can find. Tara chooses to ignore the burning sensation down her throat

“Nope, you’re going to talk right now. I didn’t even know you were into women like her”

“Neither did i, that’s the problem” Tara groans, covering her face with her hands

“What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, Mindy. I don’t even know how to get close to her…” Eros or Aphrodite must’ve been listening real close because not a second later, she sees you being dragged around by Chad, rounding up a few people to play a drinking card game

“Tara! Mindy! Play drinking games with us? Ethan, Quinn, Y/N, Amber, Wes, Anika, Liv, a few other people and i are playing”

Mindy nods, and they follow you two to the living room, where all the aforementioned people were sitting. Some on the couch and some on the floor. You took your spot on the floor with Chad on your left, and Quinn on your right on the couch.

Chad clears his throat, and all eyes are on him. “Alright! Rules are simple. Everyone has to draw a white card, and do what it says. If you get a white card that says ‘Draw’, you have to get a black card and either do what it says, or drink however much it tells you. Make sense?”

The group nods, and small discussions are made between people. Tara is seated between Mindy, who’s talking to Anika, and Ethan, who’s talking to Chad

“Since i’m the one that wanted to play, i will graciously go first” Chad pulls his white card, and his face lights up. “War! Challenge another player to an arm wrestle. The loser must drink”

The twin gets up, and he points straight at your forehead. “Y/N! This cowboy challenges you in a duel of our arms!”

“How could i say no. I agree to your challenge, my good sir” You shake hands, and make your way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Tara is on your right, and you give her a perfect view of your bicep

“You look nervous, Chad. Are you afraid?”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Therefore, the student always wins” he smiles at you, and your competitive side starts to bubble up

“When i win, i’ll make sure to spoon feed you your own words” readjusting your grip on Chad’s hand, Ethan makes his way over to be the referee

“Three…”

Tara notices your concentrated face, and how you bite your lip in anticipation

“Two…”

You adjust your grip once again, and Tara wonders what else your hands can do

“One!” Ethan lets go of yours and Chad’s attached hands, and they both stay in place. Tara can tell you two were pretty evenly matched

“C’mon, Y/N! Gag him!” Mindy cheers for you

“Don’t listen to her, babe. You got this!” Liv cheers for Chad

“Show him up, Y/N! You’ve got it” Tara cheers with a smile on her face, and you momentarily stop pushing before you catch yourself

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Losing already?”

“We’ll see” When you hear Tara say your name again, a new urge to win rushes through your body. In one swift motion, Chad’s hand meets the table, and those who were supporting you cheer

“What did you say about the student always winning?” You say with a wide grin on your face, and you kiss your arm in a show of ego

“That was a fluke! I want a rematch!” The twin says playfully

“Like you wouldn’t just lose again”

“Whatever, it’s your turn to draw”

You pick up a card, and you laugh to yourself. “Vote! On the count of three, everyone points to the person they think has had sex in the most interesting spot. The player with the most votes must confess their sex spot and take a drink”

“Alright! Three, two, one!” You count down, and mostly everyone is mostly pointing at Quinn

“Geez, what do you guys think of me?” She takes a sip of her drink. “And my most interesting spot was under the bleachers during his football practice”

This goes on until it’s Tara’s turn. Amber got an “All brunettes must drink” card, Anika got to be Simon in Simon Says (which Tara had to drink for losing first), and Mindy drew a card that made all of the single people drink. Luckily for Tara, you drank when Mindy pulled her card

“Your turn, Tara! What’ll you get?” Chad quickly made himself the keeper of cards, sitting in the middle as you sat on the couch in his place. Tara leans over, and she takes a card from Chad. Revealing her card, she see’s it says to draw

“Our very first ‘Draw’ card! I wonder what it’ll be” Chad grins, and Tara pulls a black card from the deck

“Spin a bottle. Whoever it lands on, sit on their lap for the next 2 rounds or both must drink four times”

Oohs are exchanged throughout the group, and Tara rolls her eyes in embarrassment. Less than a second later, Chad hands Tara an empty beer bottle. The twin takes his spot somewhere in the circle, and the brunette spins the bottle

“I’ll pray it lands on her” Mindy playfully nudges her shoulder, and Tara blushes. Neither of you knew it, but both you and the brunette hoped the bottle ended up pointing at you. It went around once, twice, three times

Slowly passing by the person to your right, the bottle points straight at you and you swear time stops for a second. Tara meets your eyes, and you swear she’s blushing when Mindy shoves her towards you

Tara awkwardly sits on your lap, moving to find a comfortable spot

You place a reassuring hand on her hip. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you’re uncomfortable, nobody is gonna judge you” Tara can feel your hand leave her side, and the smaller girl has to physically stop herself from letting out a whine of frustration

“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… need to adjust.” The brunette not-so-accidentally grinds her hips against yours, and she swears she hears you let out a tiny groan

It’s Wes’ turn next, but Tara can’t focus as she gropes around the couch for your hands. The alcohol in her system takes over when she leans back into you, and makes you wrap your arms around her torso. You happily oblige

“You having a good night, so far?”

Tara decides to be bold. “It’s definitely better in your lap”

Despite your semi-hard cock uncomfortably rubbing against your jeans, you try your best to learn more about Tara. Asking how her day was, what she’s majoring in, if she has any family; all while the brunette causes more friction by slowly rubbing her ass on your crotch. You have to suppress many moans as she not-so-casually grinds on you

Tara learns that you used to work on a family farm in Texas, but moved to California for college. You told her about the animals, the pumpkin patches, and looking up at the stars with your siblings

Not even noticing it’s your turn again, Chad has to remind you to draw a card. You instantly miss Tara’s heat when she crawls off your lap so you can draw a card. The game goes on for the next hour or so, and you can barely remember what you had to do after all the drinks you’ve had

You end up having to quit the game halfway through when you refuse to send a nude photo of yourself to a random number or take a drink. Tara’s card no longer applies very early on, but she actively decides to sit in your lap for the rest of the game

Amber kicks out the rest of the party-goers around 1 am, and you’ve been tasked to drive Tara and Mindy home. Somehow you’re the least drunk. Since Chad was their ride and he’s off somewhere making out with Liv, you so graciously offered to drive them home.

The ride to Mindy’s house was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. You tapped on the steering wheel to the soft music, Mindy was half asleep, and Tara was discreetly trying to look at you from the passenger seat. You dropped Mindy off at her place, and now you were on your way to Tara’s house. The moonlight was hitting your eyes in the right way, causing them to sparkle the tiniest bit Tara had a little staring problem

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Do you want to stay over at my place?” The brunette blurts out, instantly regretting her words. “I mean- uh, if you want…”

“Sure, i’d like to stay over. I’m pretty sure i have some extra clothes in here, anyway. Any scary dogs i should beware of?”

“Does my sister count?”

“Only if she bites” This earns a laugh from Tara, and you mentally pat yourself on the back

“Definitely beware of her. She’s staying at her boyfriends place tonight, so you’re good”

“Noted” You pull into the Carpenters driveway, and both of you get out. Grabbing an extra hoodie, shirt, and shorts, you follow Tara into her house

“Bathroom is on the left. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can pick”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that. Let’s watch The Babadook”

“Seriously? Dude, i used to jump like six feet in the air when the floor boards creaked in the barn”

“You’ll live” Rolling your eyes at her words, you made your way to her bathroom to change. You made sure to freshen up, even though you two were just watching a movie. The smell of buttered popcorn filled your lungs and you could faintly hear the popping kernels

When you leave her bathroom, Tara’s already changed into something more comfortable

“Do we have to watch something scary? Can’t we watch a sitcom or something?”

“Listen, you let me decide but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna” Tara finds her seat on the couch, your shoulders touching when she sits down the bowl of popcorn between you two

“But i will think you’re a pussy”

“The Babadook it is” You click play on the remote, and Tara lays her head on your shoulder. She barely pays attention to the movie, considering she’s seen it far too many times. Instead, the brunette opts to watch you and all of your reactions. You’ve raised the blanket up under your nose and leaned into Tara about 20 times, and the movie is just about halfway through

Every now and again you’d flinch in anticipation, and Tara would rub your thigh in support. You don’t know if your heart is beating due to the movie, or due to Tara practically being on top of you for the second time this night

When the movie ends and the credits roll, you can only stare at the black screen and Tara lets out a laugh

“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight, Tara”

“You’ll be okay” The brunette pats your cheek

“Can we watch something lighter? Like My Little Pony?”

“Of course you were a horse girl”

“Actually i was an Equestria Girls girl, thank you” You huff

“Tomato, potato, they were all ponies” Tara rolls her eyes, and smiles “I think i have another horror movie you’ll like. Well, it’s technically a trilogy”

“Absolutely not! I’d like to be able to close my eyes tonight and not hallucinate a monster leaning over me”

“There’s a scene where two girls kiss”

“…Fine.”

An hour in, the two main girls are making out in their bras, and you’re staring quite intensely at the scene. Something in the room shifts, and all of a sudden you start to feel hotter. Tara goes from rubbing your thigh to slowly dragging her hand to your crotch, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Your breath hitches when she starts to rub your clothed cock

“A-Are we about to do the thing?” You say unsure, but the brunette is already pulling you off the couch and leading you to her room

Before you know what’s happening, Tara is guiding you into her bedroom and pushing you up against a wall. Her kisses are hungry and fast, wanting to taste every part of you. When she starts to fiddle with your shorts, you let out a small laugh at how she huffs in frustration

“Take it off, already.”

“Someone’s needy” You tease

“I’ve been eye fucking you all night. I’m not waiting any longer. I had to drag you here myself”

“I didn’t know if i was reading your signals wrong…” You mumble, and Tara hates how adorable you look. God why were you cute and hot at the same time

“I was grinding on you the entirety of those two rounds at the party”

“You said you were adjusting! I thought my lap was uncomfortable!”

“I hate how the oblivious ones are always the hottest.” Tara finally manages to pull down your shorts through shaky hands, and she feels her mouth water when she sees the small tent in your underwear

“Spider-man boxers?” the shorter girl quirks an eyebrow at you

“I didn’t think i’d have sex tonight” You suck in a breath when Tara starts to rub your cock through your boxers

“Really? You didn’t think you’d get laid tonight looking like this” Tara motions to your entire body with her non-busy hand. “Maybe i should show you how pretty you are. Do you want that, baby?” The brunette squeezes your cock; and you nod, not trusting your voice to do anything but moan

As she gets on her knees, Tara pulls down your boxers just enough to reveal your hardened dick

“Jesus, you’re big…” The brunette says to herself, but you can feel your ego boost at her words. Tara starts to lick the veins on your shaft, and you can feel her massaging your balls. Your cock is drooling pre-cum when Tara kisses your tip, and you let out a breathy moan

“Please, Tara…”

“Tell me what you want, baby”

“Please let me fuck your mouth”

“Let me adjust to your size first. I’ll let you know when you can start, does that sound good?”

“A-Anything you want”

“You’re cute.” Tara kisses your tip again before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from your throat. She swirls her tongue in a way that drives your crazy. Her hands make their way around your thighs, and Tara squeezes your ass as she takes half your cock into her mouth. The brunette squeezes your balls and you hear her gag as her nose meets your lower abdomen. The sight of Tara deepthroating your cock almost makes you cum

“Fuck.” You breathe out. You try backing away to give Tara a little room to breathe but she just ends up making you thrust into her mouth, making her gag. You pull her face away from your cock not wanting her to choke, and the shorter girl wipes a little drool off her chin

“Why’d you do that?” Tara asks, a little annoyed

“I didn’t want you to run out of breath. Your eyes were watering”

“It’s nice how much you care about me. I can assure you i can handle your cock, baby. It helps you taste good”

“If it ever gets too much or becomes uncomfortable, squeeze my hand” You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tara’s heart flutters at how soft you’re being despite the situation

“I promise i’ll let you know if it starts to become too much, baby” The brunette kisses your tip once again and dives right back into sucking your dick. When you look down and she gives you a small nod, your hands tangle in her hair. You start off with small thrusts, slowly going faster as Tara gets used to your size

“F-Fuck you’re amazing” Your balls slap against her chin, and Tara almost cums at how dirty it feels having you fuck her throat like a fleshlight

“Shit, i’m gonna cum, Tara…” You moan, and the brunette gives you a pleading look. You can only assume it means ‘Please cum down my throat’, so that’s exactly what you do. You release your load in her mouth with a groan, and Tara happily swallows all of it down. When she pulls away from your cock, you use your thumb to wipe away the leftover cum on her chin. Tara takes your thumb in her mouth, and licks away the rest of your semen

She gets off her knees, and gets up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and you moan into her mouth at the flavor

“Jesus, you’re still hard?”

“I have the stamina of a stallion” You shrug, feigning a big ego

“Oh, yeah? How about i ride you and we’ll see if you can handle it”

“You have such a beautiful way with words”

“I’d be mad about the teasing of you weren’t cute. Hurry up and get naked, already”

“Yes ma’am” Barely a second passes before Tara’s lips are on yours. In a flurry of heat, both of your clothes end up strewn about her bedroom. Tara pushes you onto her bed. She straddles your lap and kisses you with a new wave of confidence and fervor. When the brunette urges you to lay back, you have to actively keep your jaw closed at the sight of Tara. Unfortunately for you, she notices your staring

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“Can i really?”

“Mm… maybe next time”

Your face lights up. “Next time?”

“After you take me on a date first. We can talk about the specifics later” Tara softly kisses the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes and blush

“Right now, i want you in me.” The brunette on top of you lines up your tip with her pussy, slowly sinking down your shaft

“Fuck,” Tara takes the rest of your cock in her, and you massage her hips when you can feel her squeezing around you “You feel so good, baby”

Noticing how you moan at her praise, Tara takes note of this. She starts to move up and down, and the feeling of her around you earns a whimper from your throat. Moans are exchanged as Tara starts to ride you faster, constantly increasing her pace

“I’m close, Tar” You breathe out, letting her nickname slip through your lips

“Fuck i am too, baby. You’re so big” Her words are reinforced as she starts to tighten around your cock, and you have to use all your strength to pull out. You ejaculate your cum all over your stomach, and so does Tara. When you both come down from your high, the brunette notices how you’re still somehow hard

“Round two?”

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A/n pt.2: cookie if you can guess the second movie they watch