#and anika would still be alive also

[vgilantee]

dewey is still alive i'm making it canon idc what the movie said ABOUT the damn shrine for him i MISS HIM

LMFAO the way ethan would go to hid dad "DEWEY KNOWS"

"what?"

"dewey knows i'm ghostface"

"he doesn't"

"trust me dad, he does"

i imagine him sprinting so fast toward his dad that he basically crashes into him in his panic too

"how could he possibly know?" and because it's detc. bailey, he is definitely the kind of man to put hands on his unwanted son "did you tell him?"

and ethan lets out a choked sound trying not to panic against his father's hand harshly around his throat

"n- no dad. he came up to me and... and he asked. well... basically said he knew but wanted me to confess- WHICH I DIDN'T"

[padscomm]

safe place

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

[dizscreams]

Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

-

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

[vioartemis]

You have to let me go

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: A year after the night, after moving to New York, Sam forces Tara to talk about something she would've rather avoided Warnings: blood, injuries, ‘slight’ (maybe a little more than ‘slight’) angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It had been a year since that night at Woodsboro, at Amber's house, where she and Richie tried to kill everyone. One year since Tara saw you get shot.

She was so scared she had lost you that day.

"Amber, put the gun down" you said, walking slowly towards her as she was aiming at Tara

"Oh, you think you scare me Y/n? I'll kill you both!"

"It's not too late to stop, you can still make the right choice"

"I know."

With that, her index finger went to the trigger, ready to shoot the brunette. Tara couldn't move, paralyzed in fear. She didn't want to die. She couldn't die now.

That was when you rushed to Amber, redirecting her arm so she shot the wall. She pushed you to the ground, tried to shoot Tara again, but you kicked her legs, making her fall next to you.

You straddled her, pinned her left hand above her head, and were struggling to do the same with the other one. She still had the gun.

Tara looked away for a second, looking for the other gun Richie dropped earlier. She bent down and took it from under a cupboard.

When she heard the gunshot, Tara's head jolted up in your direction. You were still on top of Amber, pinning both her hands to the ground. In the silence that followed, she could hear a faint noise.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

Red droplets were dripping from your chest onto the wooden floor. A red stain started to appear on your back, growing quickly at the liquid was absorbed by your shirt.

Tara felt her heart stop when she saw you falling on top of Amber, who pushed you to the side so she could get up. The sight of you lying on the floor in a puddle of your own blood made her go crazy.

She didn't even realize what she did until she heard Amber's body hit the ground. Didn't pay too much attention to it either.

She ran to you, pressing her hands on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Your eyes were closed, you were pale. For a second she thought you were dead.

But you opened your eyes slowly, hissing in pain.

"Fortunately, she doesn't know how to aim..." you said weakly, making her smile

That was very typical of you, joking in this kind of situation. She would've been disappointed if you didn't - or worried.

She didn't remember well the next days, it was all blurry, but she blamed the painkillers and the aftershock of the attack for it. All that mattered was that you were alive, and by her side.

When the time had come to move to New York, she was relieved. She felt like she could finally breathe and that she finally had a chance to live happy with you.

You went to Central Park together, watching sunsets and eating ice cream while sitting on a bench. You went to karaoke, ice rinks, roller parks, everything that you never tried before.

You even tried axe throwing once, but quickly abandoned the idea when the weapon brushed your head. Maybe it was a little too dangerous for a date.

It was so refreshing to do all these things without being worried of being attacked by Ghostface. To the brunettes, everything seemed lighter here, people seemed nicer too.

Tara liked her new friends, Anika, Ethan and Quinn - who was also their roommate. Out of the three, her favorite was definitely Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. She was so sweet and cute... Nothing compared to you of course, you were her one and only.

To her surprise, they didn't seem to really like you thought. They seemed distant when talking about you, as if they were hiding some kind of feeling they didn't want her to see. Which was understandable; who would want their friends to tell them they didn't like their girlfriend?

Even Sam who had always loved you was acting strange. Side eyes, little looks every now and then... Maybe she was just worried about her. Which was, again, understandable.

What was less clear was the people in the street. They were looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe they weren't used to see two girls holding hands publicly...

Tara didn't pay too much attention to it, preferring to focus on you and your beautiful smile. That smile she wanted to see every day when she woke up for the rest of her life.

She put a movie on for the two of you, your favorite one, and didn't know if she should get popcorn or not. She didn't like the taste of it on your lips when she kissed you, but she liked eating it while watching a movie, comfortably huddled in your arms.

"Can we talk?" Sam suddenly asked her

"We're kinda busy right now, don't you see we're watching a movie?"

"That's what we need to talk about Tara. You can't keep doing that."

"Watching movies with my girlfriend?" Tara asked, confused

"Pretending she's still here"

"What are you talking about? Y/n's right here!"

"No, she's not. It's all in your head Tara... None of us can see her..."

The brunette looked behind her, where her friends where standing, not far away from Sam.

"It's not funny, Sam. Guys please, tell her to stop"

"..."

She turned to you, seeking your help.

"Y/n do something... Tell her to stop, you know how I felt when-"

"... She's right Tara..." you said with a sad smile "You have to let me go..."

"What...? But-"

"You need to accept it Tara..." her sister said

"It's okay my love, acceptance doesn't mean you will forget me... You need to move on, start a new life here with your friends..."

"What are you guys talking about? What should I accept?"

"That she died at Woodsboro, that very night at Amber's house" Sam intervened

"No I- I was there I-"

"You couldn't save me Tara..."

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

Red droplets were dripping from your chest onto the wooden floor. A red stain started to appear on your back, growing quickly at the liquid was absorbed by your shirt.

Tara felt her heart stop when she saw you falling on top of Amber, who pushed you to the side so she could get up. The sight of you lying on the floor in a puddle of your own blood made her go crazy.

She didn't even realize what she did until she heard Amber's body hit the ground. Didn't pay too much attention to it either.

She ran to you, pressing her hands on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Your eyes were closed, you were pale. For a second she thought you were dead.

Then it lasted a minute. Then two. Then five.

You weren't opening your eyes.

No matter how much she cried, how much she begged you to, you didn't move.

Her hands were soaked with your blood. Her heart was broken in million pieces.

She couldn't admit it, you couldn't be gone. Not like that. Not now. You would open your eyes soon, hissing in pain, and say something like 'Fortunately, she doesn't know how to aim'.

Her eyes filled with tears when the realization hit her.

"But our dates last year...? A-and all these nights we spent together...? And... and everything that happened since that night...?"

"I was never here..."

"N-no I- I can't make up all this in my mind...! Y-you're talking to me right now, it's you, it's-"

"Is it really? Didn't you notice that I only seem to say what you wanted to hear...?"

"Y-yeah but that's how it has always been... we never fought before... A-and I don't want to hear what you say right now...!"

"But you need to, and your inner self is plenty aware of that..."

"Y/n..."

She reached for your hand, but she couldn't take it. It was like she tried to grab a fistful of fog; impossible. She looked up at you, terrified.

"No... no no no no... please..."

She tried to grab your hand again, then your arm, your thigh, anything that could prove to her that you were here. But she couldn't. She could still see you, but touching you had become impossible.

"It's normal that you can't touch me, your brain is starting to process... Soon you will not see me anymore..."

Indeed, you started to slowly fade away as her brain processed the information.

"No please... I don't want to...! I don't want you to go...! I- I need you Y/n...! Please stay...!" she tried to hold you, unsuccessfully

"I'll still be with you, in your heart, in your memory..."

"Please Y/n... baby... I- I can't... I can't do it without you..."

"Tara, my love... You have your sister, your friends, they're here to help you... And I'll be here too, sometimes, if you really need me. But you have to try and live your life..."

You had that smile that made her fall so hard 4 years ago. That smile that she loved so much. She knew it was only her mind making it up for her so the last image she would have of you would be that smile. She could see you were fading away.

Yet you seemed so real...

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she watched you disappear.

She stared at the empty space you left next to her, until Sam took her in her arms.

"It's going to be okay, I promise..."

"S-she's gone... I... Sam, I can't... I can't without her... I- I need her... I..."

The brunette sobbed uncontrollably in her sisters' arms, who rubbed her back gently, trying to comfort her a little.

Moving on would be difficult. So difficult. But she knew that was what you would've wanted. See her happy.

[manikas-whims]

Things we can still get in a possible SoC Spin-off

now that i'm done ranting about the things that annoyed me, lets talk about this.

1: Some light on Inej's backstory, the abuse and exploitation she suffered, her own struggles with touch, her vulnerable side, her fun side especially when she's around Jesper and Nina, her fears and how she rises above them. According to this article by tvguide, showrunner Eric Heisserer states that a script has already been written about her incorporation back into the Dregs. Let's just hope they stop reducing Inej's personality to a mere “knife wife” and “girlboss” , and address her actual depth.

2: Tante Heleen's return! Since we never actually see her body onscreen and her death is merely mentioned twice and shrugged off, I'm hoping she's alive and that the production team is keeping her for the spin-off. She's an integral part of Inej's character arc.

3: The Dregs. I wanna see Rotty, Specht, Anika, Pim, Per Haskell, Big Bolliger and the rest of the bunch. Also Dime Lions, Razorgulls, The Liddies, and other prominent gangs. And a shot of the entire Merchant Council would be nice.

4: Since Inej will return and Matthias is still in Hellgate, we'll get the entire Hellgate breakout and Ice Court Heist. (I'm assuming during Matthias's breakout, Pekka Rollins will also manage to escape from Hellgate 🤔) So we can still have the entire book 1 ending at Vellgeluk where Wylan's face has been tailored and Inej gets captured by Van Eck.

5: Crooked Kingdom plotline till they rescue Inej— Kaz throwing off a rapist from the lighthouse after gaining intel, Kaz threatening a little girl, Jesper and Wylan going to receive Colm Fahey and the whole “people pointing guns at each other is basically a handshake” 😂, Nina's struggles with Parem and Matthias trying his best to be there for her, the iconic Kanej reunion at Goedmedbridge,..

I'm not sure how they'll proceed after retrieving Inej, because alot has already been adapted in this season of SaB. But we'll still have the showdown against Van Eck. Not sure what they'll replace the plague thing with but we'll see..

6: Wylan's backstory! Aside from Inej, we also have Wylan's heart wrenching backstory and we'll witness it all. His early life, the moment he lost his mother and his world became gray, his escape from the men who try to kill him, his realization that they were sent by his own father, his struggles with it all, his conflict with being a good person and working with criminals, his reunion with his very alive mother and Jesper being there for him, and so much more..

7: Kuwei! I'm a big fan of this sassy boy. He absolutely hates having to be with Crows and he chooses not to use their language simply so he can avoid conversations with them 😭 We'll see him cause conflict in Wesper's relationship but also slowly accepting and being thankful of the Crows. And I really hope, the show adds a sort of camaraderie between him and Wylan too. But despite it all, I still wanna see Wylan threaten to drown him 😆

8: The Bathroom Scene ♡ If we take into consideration the wound cleaning moment in season 2 of SaB, its a lot different from the bathroom scene. For starters, they're on Black Veil and not an actual bathroom, and Kaz didn't actually tie any bandages for her. Most importantly, the neck kiss didn't happen. So bathroom scene can still happen and it can serve as a beautiful callback and a parallel to this scene in season 2.

9: Kaz can still find Inej's parents, meet them and well, gift her a ship. Wylan and Jesper can still have their happily ever after, living at the Van Eck Mansion.

10: Since they've made so many changes to the source, can they fucking not kill off Matthias and let him and Nina have their happily ever after too? Like they can act as delegates for Ravka and Fjerda 🤔 Or they can help Hanne claim the Fjerdan throne 🤔 Anything aside from killing him off please.

if you guys have something to add or correct me on, please do so in replies/reblogs ☺

[andsoigotabutterfly]

-Save Me From Her - chapter 5

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Hospital talks, and much needed explanations.

a/n: Finally wrote this. Ohmygod it took so long. During writing, I got caught on my own missinterpretations of my own lore, and had to rewrite the story in my head lol. Help me :)

warning: amateur writing, mentions of trauma, mad people, death, wounds, cursing, multiple/mixed POV's

Tara was freaking out. There wasn't any news from you. Even though the doctors said you would be okay, nobody said any facts that she could work with. The only thing even subtly calming her was the steady beeping of your heart monitor, but even that wasn't enough for her anxiety to go away, and her friends were enjoying the fruits of its labor. Well, rather suffering than enjoying. If Tara wouldn't be freaking out, she would laugh at her state right now. But she was. And she wasn't enjoying one second of it.

You have arrived at the hospital a few hours ago. Tara couldn't keep track of time, everything was slow, too slow for her liking. Even when she asked about how long it's been, the information would just leave her mind the moment she heard it. Anika arrived with the rest of the squad not long after the Carpenters and was in a similar state of mind as Tara. Or was it long until they arrived? The younger Carpenter really couldn't tell.

They sat in a circle in the waiting room. Even detective Bailey was there, with an arm around her daughter. Chad and Ethan sat next to each other, silently trying to not get eaten up by their nerves. Mindy managed to calm Anika down enough for her to sit in her lap, still her leg was bouncing up and down, her nails close to disappearing the way she was biting them. Vasco was ordered to stay at the precinct and restore order. Sam also joined the group, after changing her clothes for something less bloody. Tara wasn't willing. Not when she could miss the moment, they would let her in your room. She was pacing around, unable to sit down, her mind running with possibilities of how the doctors mistreated you, and that somehow resulted in you dying. Which couldn't happen. It was out of the question.

Whenever a doctor would approach, she would stop and look at them with hopeful eyes, only for it to be shattered when they approached someone else. It wouldn't matter that they got bad news. It wouldn't matter they broke out in tears. At least they got to know whether their loved ones are alive or dead.

The rush towards the hospital was anything but smooth. After you collapsed on the floor, Bailey stuffed you in a police car and sirened his way to the closest medical station. Tara was in the back with you, trying to keep you awake without any success. Sam sat beside her, trying her best so her sister wouldn't fall apart, failing. Once the doctors got their hands on you, you were rushed into surgery, and did not let anyone in. Tara hasn't seen you since then. It was nerve ending and infuriating. Yet she couldn't do anything. She felt helpless. She hated feeling helpless.

A stern, deep voice broke her out from her fear induced state. "Are you, with Y/N Kayoko?"

The speed at which Tara span around would impress her if she could care about that right now. "Yes! Yes, we are." She felt someone putting a hand on her back, and when she looked, she saw Anika beside her, face full of concern. The doctor who stood before them was about six-foot-tall, pale white and had blonde, stylish hair. Tara decided she didn't…

"She got out of surgery. She is alive and well. It shouldn't take long for her to wake up."

Tara decided she liked this man a lot. Anika let out a breath she was holding and smiled at him. "Thank you doctor. Can we see her?" she asked, her voice full of hope. The blonde smiled before nodding and started leading them towards your room. Sam and the Meeks’ followed right behind them whilst the rest stayed behind.

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You were stationed in room 217. 'Of course, they would put you there' Tara thought and huffed. She rolled her eyes as her mind drifted towards 'The Shining'. You would refuse to watch it with her, because, in your words, it was a disgrace to the book and the legacy of Stephen King.

Tara slowly opened the door and looked inside. The sun was shining through the window, right onto your sleeping figure. For someone sliced up from the side of your belly to your chest, you didn't look bad. She felt Anika stiffen beside her, and it sent her mind running. What did she see that her eyes had glanced over? She took you in again, not sparing any detail, yet she still couldn't find what Anika did. Her heart started racing as she turned towards her. "What do you see?"

"N- nothing" Anika managed. She took in a deep breath, then went to your side, Tara following close behind her. "It's just… The last time I saw her like this, she almost died. Before and after." Even though her words didn't make a lot of sense to Tara, her heart clenched at the thought that you were like this before. But she let it slide. Your sister was clearly just as tense as she was. She would have to ask you.

Tara knelt beside you, and took your hand in hers, squeezing lightly. Her nerves were finally calming down as she watched your sleeping figure. She synchronized her breathing with yours, and without realizing, tucked a strain of hair behind your ears, that fell into your face as you slept. How could you look gorgeous even, when you just lost gallons of blood, not even talking about the demanding surgery you went through right after that. Just as beautiful than the day she… No! She stopped herself before the thought could cross her mind. No way in hell you had that much of an effect on her. She did not just almost quote something. She refused to believe that.

The light chatter of Mindy, Chad and Sam filled the room and mixed with the song of the birds coming from outside. The peaceful tranquility that pulsed through the room felt false. You almost just died, and the fucker that attacked you, was still out there somewhere. Tara knew she wouldn't stop until he was dead.

Without realizing, her grip tightened around your hand. Only when you groaned in pain did she notice that she was squeezing the life out of your arm. Then she realized you were awake. Her eyes snapped back to your face, and when she saw your opened eyes as you were watching her, Tara's breath caught in her throat. You were awake. You were alive. You didn't leave her.

The younger Carpenter opened her mouth to speak, but Anika beat her to it. "You braindead monkey!" she lashed out as she started hitting you, careful not to hit any wounds. "You absolute selfish… Morron!"

You groaned out in pain and tried to defend yourself. "Ani- Anika stop!" but she didn’t listen. “Are you guys just going to watch her kill me?” you asked from everyone else in the room.

“Oh, I’m not going to stop her” Mindy smiled.

“Yeah, you brought this to yourself you know” Tara joined in.

You huffed, and moved away from her reach, but Anika followed, and hit you, this time a little more powerful. "This hurts!"

"Good!" she said, emphasizing her point with another hit. "You get attacked, and I'm one of the last person to know about it?"

"Sorry!"

"Sorry isn't good enough! You left me clueless for more than half a day!" she hit your one final time, then continued a much calmer, loving voice. "Now, where does it hurt?" Tara and Sam raised an eyebrow at her sudden change, but you and Mindy didn't even bother.

"Where do you think it hurts? You've just covered all my body with new bruises!" you exclaimed, and wildly gestured at yourself.

"Oh, don't be such a baby! Show me!" You complied with a frown on your face, and raised your shirt. You lifted the cloth to reveal the bandages lying underneath and smirked at Anika.

“Enjoying the view, dear sister?”

“You know I don’t” she replied whilst pouting, even though nothing could be seen.

You then remembered why you got here. Who you got here because and your mood immediately darkened. Any joy, coming from the witty fight with your sister, any happiness from the thought there were people at your bed vanished. Disappeared. Got swallowed by the black hole of dread inside you.

Tara noticed this. Anika noticed this. Everybody saw it on you. Suddenly the room felt suffocating and cold. This was what Tara anticipated the room should have felt like, yet now she wanted the former state to take over once again. She wanted you to feel the peace she felt, the relievement that washed through her when she saw you, but it was far out of reach now.

“Hey, you know we are here, right?” Anika asked of you, and gently put her hand on yours. Tara sat down beside you two and did the same with your shoulder. The Carpenter felt it was a bit cliché, but when Anika smiled at her, and you eased a bit under her touch, the feeling faded.

It took you about a minute to be able to talk. Neither of them let go of you, not even for a second. You couldn’t be more grateful for them. You calmed downed slowly, as they eased you in just the right way. "Is everyone alright?"

Anika rolled her eyes before asking back. "Shouldn't you be worried about yourself?"

"Me and Tara didn't get hurt, if that's what you are thinking about" Sam answered you after you threw a pointed look at your sister. "But the cops… weren't that lucky. Six dead, seven other still in surgery."

"Vasco?"

"I ordered him to stay behind" Bailey's voice cut through the room. He was now standing at the newly opened door, looking firm. "Someone needs to restore order, and now that… And he is the next highest ranking cop there. You know, you really scared us back there?"

Relief flooded through you, knowing he was alright. "It takes more than a cut to bring me down Wayne."

"Any idea who the attacker might have been?" he asked, as he entered the room and stood next to you.

You swallowed before answering. "No. I couldn't really get a proper look at him." Both Anika and Tara narrowed their eyes at you. They knew your signs, and you were lying. There was no denying it. The only question was; why? "Is there anything on the footages of the cameras?"

"He entered the building in costume, and none saw where he went, or how he disappeared, since he cut the power. The smoke must have come from grenades taken from our storage, because there were several missing."

After he finished, silence overtook the room once again, but this time it was awkward. Bailey, noticing that his intrusion has caused this, squeezed your left shoulder tightly, and started heading out. "It's good to have you back, kiddo" he said from the door, before leaving the room. As goodbye, you threw him a weak smile.

You contemplated whether you should say your next sentence before everyone or not. From one side, you did promise your father, you would keep the secret inside the family, from the other, everything said to either Tara or Anika would then be told to Mindy and Sam. Maybe not Sam, but Mindy would surely know. Your thought process was stopped when she spoke.

"Can I start theory crafting now Ika?" she asked, hope evident in the way she spoke.

"Only after my dear sister here explains why she would lie to Wayne" Anika answered, further narrowing her eyes at you. Tara also drew back, expecting you to explain yourself.

"I don…" you started but stopped yourself when Tara raised an eyebrow. You then sighed, and caved in. "Because I promised father we would always keep it inside the family." As Anika's eyes widened in realization, so narrowed the young Carpenter's in confusion. When she looked at the others, she found them just as dumb-founded as she was. "Kiks, I believe it was Anna" you said.

"Who's that supposed to be?" Sam asked.

"Someone who blew up, got burned to death and is now six feet underground" Anika blurted out, not even bothering looking behind her so she would talk towards Sam. She took a deep breath, and continued more calmly. "She's dead Y/N."

"I heard her voice from behind the modulator" you said, a little irritated. "It was her! I know it's her."

Anika looked unconvinced. Everybody else was clueless, and it could have been seen from miles. "Should we leave you alone so you two could talk this through?" the older Carpenter asked and stood.

"Yes, that may be helpful" your sister thanked her.

Whilst the others got ready to leave, Tara looked at you with doe eyes. She didn't want to let you out of her sight, not after what happened. She grasped your hands, like it was her lifeline.

"We'll be quick; I promise" you nudged her. Reluctantly, she let you go, and started scattering out the bed. She stood beside the bed for a moment, then leant back in and kissed you, something she had wanted to do since the moment you woke. You kissed her back, grinning against her lips, then pushed her back and out the bed. "Go" you ushered her with your hands. She threw you an unimpressed look, before leaving the room.

After Mindy closed the door behind herself, she was all over Tara. "What was that?" she asked teasingly, a huge smile plastered on her face. Tara tried to hide her blushy smile, but failed miserably.

"After dinner, and before the… the first attack, we…" She cleared her throat and started looking for words as she reminded herself of the memory of you pulling her in, hands roaming her. "We had a moment."

Mindy all but shrieked at the news, whilst Chad and Sam were only smiling at her. They looked happy for her, and all she wanted to do was to wipe their smug looks off their face. "Tell. Me. Everything!" Mindy demanded and Tara was then forced to do as she said. When she left out even the slightest detail, she would get smacked, and would need to correct her mistake. Her friend felt tyrannical, and cruel. When she accused her of this, she would just thank her for it, and nudge her on.

"Time to pay up Chad!" Mindy declared, and held her hand out towards her brother after Tara finished.

"You betted on whether we would get together?!"

"No, we betted on when you would get together. It took way more time than we first thought!" she answered and after Chad handed her a fifty, started rummaging through her bag for her purse.

"This much?!"

"Well, after months the stakes only grew" the Meeks woman explained nonchalantly. "Now, Sam, this should cover yours?" Mindy asked as she gave her the fifty she just got from Chad, and some more notes she took out from her purse.

"Et tu Sam?"

"Sorry!" she apologized, sincerity far avoiding her voice. "At first I thought it was stupid and unserious, but after a while, it got boring, and I wanted in."

Tara rolled her eyes. God she hated them.

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Not long later, the door to your room swung open, and Anika invited everyone back in. She looked a bit sad and tired. Arguments with you, often had that effect on people.

"So, you believe it now?" Mindy asked from her.

"I… Just get in" she said, bit agitated. "We'll explain a few things to you, since we believe we owe that to you."

"You're damn right" Chad spoke, and entered the room, the others quickly following suit.

Tara immediately walked over to you, and lay beside you on the bed, nudging herself into your side. Your heartrate was normal, and it filled her ears, relaxing your body, because it was proof, that you were alive, and would stay that way, at least for a little while longer. You placed a hand around her shoulders and kissed her forehead in response, as you too, relaxed into her.

You waited for everyone to be seated comfortably, and only afterwards did you start speaking. "Annabelle is our half-sister. She was loving, caring and overall a very nice person. Then, an incident happened. You see, since I was born, I've had a heart disease. I was a ticking time bomb, that wouldn't wait for long to show it's teeth." You told them about the symptoms you had, pained chest and all the other shitty things you have had to live through. You told them, that how it worsened when you were eight. Doctors gave you slim to none chance, of you surviving without a transplant, yet because of other circumstances, there were very little of those that were donated by donors that were compatible with you, and none of them were within arms-reach. The only one that could have been used, was that of your mothers. "We had many arguments over this. Neither me, nor Anna accepted the fact that this was the only way, yet I was hospitalized more and more. During one of these arguments and after me I having been stabilized in a hospital, my heart… gave up."

Tara felt you tense when you started talking about what had happened whilst you were blacked out. You were rushed in the surgery once again, but this time your mother accompanied you… and never came back. She felt your somberness, your sadness and your anger, and wished she could just take it away. Yet she couldn't.

Anika took over, since you couldn't continue talking. "Annabelle didn't take the news of the procedure well, so even before it began, she had to be sedated. None of us really know what happened, but she went mad. After waking up, she strangled the woman looking after her, and then brutally murdered all the doctors that had saved Y/N's life. After that, she came for us. She cracked in father's skull, knocked me out and almost killed Y/N too. Uncle Vasco saved us. Our father got sent to a rehab center, and has been there ever since. Annabelle got locked in an asylum, where only Y/N visited her."

"You said she died" Sam spoke. "How?"

"The institution burned to the ground two years later. Her burnt body had been identified."

Silence filled the room. You nestled into Tara more, and synchronized your breathing with hers. She couldn't describe the feelings flowing through her, there were simply too much. Rage, sorrow, anger, misery, fury, bitterness… It was overwhelming her. How could you be so cheery and happy after going through so much shit? Her admiration for you had never been stronger. Your heartrate slowly relaxed her again, yet the emotions didn't go away now. They were only dampened.

"How… How did we never hear about this?" Mindy asked. "It should have been all around the news!"

"It happened in 2011" you explained. "Same year Prescott returned to Woodsboro. We weren't big enough to rival the amount of waters she bothered, thank god. We were able to stay pretty much under the radar. Uncle dealt with the rest."

"You saying she is alive?"

"I'm almost certain. I don't know how she's alive, but it's her."

"So what now?" Tara asked sheepishly. She was afraid she would need to leave your side, and she quickly turned out right as you started scrambling out of bed.

"We kill her" you said, voice plain and emotionless.

Sam huffed at your statement. "A room full of cops couldn't deal with her, not speaking of your current state. You can't fight like this Y/N."

"My wound? Oh please" you mocked, as you reached the end of the bed. "It doesn't even hur- Motherfucker!" you exclaimed as pain rushed through your side after a sudden move.

"Case in point" Sam said.

"This won't stop me" you replied, more determined than ever. "Also, I have an advantage over her."

"And what would that be?"

"I know her weakness."

[itskattkm]

New York New Rules | pt. 2

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I’m using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a long story

This time I changed the perspective while I wrote this if you know what I mean and yeah… sorry I think it’s going to be slow burn my dears

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

I put my hand on Anika's shoulder after Frankie pushed her aside pulled Tara up the stairs with her. She fell down, the next moment I felt a small breeze rush past me. It was Chad. He grabbed Frankie by the shoulder and threw him against the wall. Just as Frankie pulled out his fist, Chad was distracted. He had briefly seen Tara to make sure she was okay. But Mindy already took care of that. Even before Frankie's fist met Chad, I kicked Frankie so hard in the side that he fell to the ground. I couldn't feel anything. The noises around me became mute. All I could see was red. I had jumped on Frankie and punched my fists in his face. I ignored the sudden burning on my ankles. I didn't want to stop. I bit my teeth so hard that my jaw had already cramped. Every punch from me became firmer and more brutal and then I realized that Frankie was no longer conscious. He had not even been able to defend himself. I wasn't even sure if he was still alive at that moment. His face was so shattered and covered with blood that you couldn't recognize him anymore. My heart was pounding. I felt the pulse in my ears... slowly I could perceive the sounds around me again.

My breath stopped. It felt like I had 10 kilogram weights lying on my chest. Slowly I straightened up and suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. Although I could now hear everything, it was quiet. My eyes drove around through the crowd and Mindys friends. The music was turned off. Everyone starred at me and then at Frankie. Their looks were scary, speechless and intimidated. I turned around and saw that it was Chad who had put his hand on me. After looking into my eyes, he lowered his hand and carefully took a step back. I could see uncertainty in his gaze. Now I looked at Anika, Mindy and Tara. They seemed to share this feeling with him. But unlike Anika and Mindy, Tara wasn’t looking at me, she looked at Frankie.

"All right... we should go," said a calm and gentle voice to me. She made me feel like I had done nothing wrong. A feeling that drove me crazy. The person put an arm around my shoulder and pushed me towards the exit. My legs trembled and vibrated. The adrenaline was still there, but its effect was now completely different. My eyes fell on my feet, I had to see where I was taking my steps and then I saw red... it wasn't a bright stinging red. No, it was scarlet... so deep and gloomy that it was already Maroon. I raised my hands that I hardly felt. Like my dress, they were covered in blood. At that moment I was sure that my bones were broken.

"We called an ambulance," said Anika in the distance. I tried to see back. Back to the Frat house. But my eyes met Tara's. She gave me a gentle smile. It was really so minimal that you could hardly recognize it, but I could. I would have noticed any minimal change in her facial expressions. "Everything's fine..." she whispered to me and looked at the others behind her. Then the person who helped me out of the house turned me forward again "Don't look back". Only now did I realize who had actually helped me. It was Sam, Tara's sister. But where did she come from? She wasn't at the party. Suddenly everything became louder and louder, it was as if hundreds of bees were floating around in my head. I lost the strength in my legs and fell. The others rushed to my side for help. The buzzing was getting louder and louder. In pain, I pressed my hands on my ears and pinched my eyes. The hum turned into a roar. It sounded mechanical... then a loud honking.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my blanket. My eyes were firmly on the ceiling above me. With slow breathing, I tried to calm down "just a dream"

I was just in a phase in my life that had stirred up too many things from my past. First the realization of my trauma last year and now the healing process. Never before have I felt so vulnerable. I tried to hide the whole thing, to keep it to myself but I notice how I reach my limits. I want to talk to someone about it, say things out loud in my head but I can't... I'm too scared and that of myself. I have the feeling that I don't understand myself and that makes everything more confusing. But I'm not stupid, I've been able to puzzle and analyze the individual things i noticed about myself well together so far.

Violence. Anger. These were two aspects that I was not affected by years ago. But now that my wounds had opened and I was bleeding again. I can feel her poisoning my body more and more. It feels good... but with the thought of being trapped in my head and isolated from other people... I'm not sure if I'm on the right track. First of all, these violent thoughts and dreams scared me... now I only hope to be exposed to a situation in which I can let my dark self run wild.

I think my dream says more than enough about the situation last night. Although I was there. But I wasn't present. In my mind, I was updrifted. Tried to distinguish my scenarios in my head with what really happened and to focus on acting correctly. If I hadn't thought too much yesterday, then who knows. Then I would probably really be in the hospital with broken hands and the hope that Frankie didn't survived.

The taste of warm milk with a gentle note of coffee hit my tongue when I put my lips on the coffee cup in my hand, carefully I took a sip of it. Slowly I looked at my cell phone to look at the time.

10:15 am

I still had 15 minutes until my appointment with the therapist would begin. But just as I turned the street and saw Dr. Stone's house, I stopped abruptly. The entrance gate of his practice was closed with blocking tape and several police officers stood on the side of the road. As soon as one of the policemen had noticed me, he approached me with a strict attitude. His eyes true darkness but in the light of the sun I could see green speckles in it. "Are you y/n l/n?" I nodded to him and looked past his shoulder. Two people with black bomber jackets on whose forensic was written on it went under the barrier tape. My eyes widened, but before I could say anything, the policeman interrupted me.

"You have been a patient of Dr. Stone, we have to ask you to come to the station with us and make a statement" I immediately agreed with him, I didn't feel like starting a discussion with him here.

When I reached the station, the policeman led me directly to one of the interrogation rooms, but I didn't seem to be alone there. My look hit Tara's then Sam's. Confused, I looked at her, both rails sharing this feeling with me. Although I could also see some trouble in Sam's dark eyes. "l/n please sit down..." said the slightly older detective who sat opposite the two. The only free seat was next to Tara, so I sat down to her without a word. I literally felt the eyes of the three following each of my movements.

I only briefly saw the pictures on the table. Crime scene pictures... two students from my film course... my professor and my therapist. What the hell was going on here? And why were Sam and Tara here? Unconsciously, my hands began to sweat. I put down my backpack and now took a closer look at the pictures, now I noticed the Ghostface mask. I tightened my eyebrows and looked at the detective.

"Y/N... I can call you that, can I?" The detective asked me. I gave him an annoyed look, I didn't like this situation at all. "In any case, you are a patient of Dr. Christopher Stone, is that true?" Tensed I crossed my arms and nodded silently. I noticed a surprised look from Sam. "Is it true that you regularly visit him because of your violence?" What the hell comes to his mind?! Did he just release my private patient data in front of two complete strangers? My pulse grew. I slowly pressed my nails into my arms and tried to keep myself calm. "You're kidding me, aren't you? You just release the data of my patients' files?" If eyes could kill, then it would have happened to him. There was no reaction from him. I looked speechless at Tara and Sam... finally I explained "seriously why don't you talk to me alone instead of addressing that in front of the two... already heard of data protection? Legally, you shouldn't do that" the detective didn't pay any attention to me and interrupted eye contact with me, he pushed a file in my direction and continued "through your past, your patient file and the events of yesterday you are one of our first suspects" Now Sam spoke in between "we don't have to listen to this... let's go" she wanted to get up but the detective gave her a strict look. "is it true that you were together last night?" Confused, Tara said "we were all at the party, yes... after that situation in the park our paths separated" the next moment the detective held a cell phone in our face. On it you can see Sam, who was irritated by the students and I stood with Anika in the background.

The detective exhaled far and said "what I want to say, Y/N you are just one of our suspects and you Carpenters, can't go anywhere you have witnessed the murder in the Bordega”.

I sighed and looked at him crooked "could someone tell me what the hell is going on here? Instead of exposing my mental health and suspecting myself for something I don't know about yet!" Suddenly I felt a little warmth on my elbow. Tara had striped me with her finger. Probably an attempt to calm me down. I thought very attentively of her, but I was so in rage mode that I couldn't enjoy this little gesture.

"Sam and Tara got a call from Ghostface, a few seconds later they were chased on the street by Ghostface and attacked there-" I interrupted him and looked worriedly at Tara, then at Sam "oh my God are you okay? The corners of Sam's mouth lifted slightly. I came to my senses and said excitedly "stupid question otherwise you guys wouldn’t be here..." Tara escaped a smile and I felt how she briefly pressed my arm "in any case Miss L/n" the detective began strictly and gave me a cool look "the two students from your course probably had their own plan and killed your professor... but who killed the boys? We are sure that another Ghostface has taken over the game and so the question remains who could that be? You y/n attend the same course... are close to the circle of friends of the Carpenters and, according to the statements, went home alone after the situation in the park. This morning you were at the crime scene of Dr. Stone... I doubt it's a coincidence" I shook my head "you know… i don’t give a fuck, apart from how bad and unprofessional you did your job, I will leave the interrogation now. And no, you can't force me without an official notice from the judge... I'm going" I didn't hesitate long when I took my backpack and stormed the door out followed by Sam and Tara. Before I reached the exit of the police station, a woman with short blond hair came to meet me. Suddenly my anger was pale. A broad grin formed on my lips, I had torn my eyes open in surprise when I closed the person directly into my arms "Kirby, what are you doing here?" She pressed me gently and went back. A warm smile was visible when she stroked my shoulder "Ghostface... I got the case directly when I heard about it"

"Kirby?" echoed from behind. We both looked back and met Sam's surprised face. The detective asked confusedly, "Do you know each other?" Sam nodded "we were together at the woodsborrow high, she was a senior and I was a freshmen." Now Kirby breathed out stressed "as much as I'm happy to see you, but the circumstances couldn't be worse" Sam shook her head and grabbed Tara's hand "not now... we're going" and then she stormed past me, Tara gave me a look at the said come immediately I followed them and when we crossed the doors of the police station we were surrounded by paparazzi "Tara, you feel safe near your sister?!" One called. We were just pushing ourselves through the crowd. I wanted to part from the two again, but Tara grabbed my hand and showed me that I should go with them. We were lucky that a taxi was ready for departure. But then a loud and energy-charged voice sounded behind us "Gale Weathers channel 4"

And then this tension was there. But she didn't come from me. She came from Sam and Tara. Slowly, Tara's grip around my hand became lighter until her hand no longer held mine.

„Do you ladies think, you’re the reason the Ghostface killer came to big Apple?“

Sam sighed and took the next moment to the blow. The paparazzi crowd escaped an "oh!" But Gale skillfully wiped out Sam's blow and smiled at her broadly.

„Nice try sweetie but I’ve done this dance before”

And then the punch came out of nowhere. He hit her hard. I didn't know if I should laugh or be shocked. Tara had punched Gale fucking Weathers in the face! Damn and I was there live! Again, an "oh!" escaped the crowd. Shocked, Gale held her cheek firmly on which she had hit Tara. There was this aggressive presence that Tara radiated when she leaned forward and said "stay away from us" and ran towards the taxi.

Gale followed us "are you still mad at me?" Sam abruptly turned around "you said you wouldn't write a book about what happened! And then you wrote a book about what happened"

Gale sighed and moved her head to the side without understanding. "Aw come'on someone was going to write about it. It's what I do!"

Tara said coolly "I heard you signed movie rights" Gale stuttered briefly, then continued "it's all about true crimes and limited series these days"

"After everything we went through together" began Sam and said with a disappointed tone "what would Dewey think?" You could see the moment of Realisation in Gales eyes but she said "that's a low blow"

"What's a low blow? You called me unstable and a born killer" Gale pulled up her shoulders "that's taken out of context"

„That’s literally a quote!“

Then Tara seemed to say something about it, but to be honest, I didn't understand what she was saying. And not because it was too loud, because I was still impressed by the punch to Gales face. If the crowd filmed that... then I would watch it again and again. Whatever Tara said, it made us run again but Gale followed us "I talked to Sidney" both Carpenters quickly turned around, Tara took a step towards Gale and said "she's not coming aren't she?"

Gale shook her head "no, she send her love but she's taking mark and the kids some safe place. She deserves to have her happy ending"

Sam was mumbling something I couldn’t hear this time. She turned around and said to me „you coming with us, get in the car“ While Gale called after her "hey i Wanne catch that fucker as much as you do!"

Tara turned around, her hand on the door of the taxi „maybe or maybe your just afraid without Ghostface in your life you gonna fade away”

She got into the taxi and we drove off. My feelings were totally confused. At first I was angry, then amused and now slightly turned on by Tara. This punch was probably the best I had seen today and I still had to struggle not to laugh. But now I had to suppress my desire, there wasn't a more inappropriate moment like this... but damn that was so hot.

Hope you guys could enjoy :) I’m trying my best with the translator ✌🏻💕

[bueris]

Ness siblings headcanons (as relating to my own fanfiction)

[a link for anyone interested]

Alexis's sister:

her name is Anika!

she prefers reading and movies to series no matter if they're live action or animated

bisexual demiromantic, only began to realise this when she was in med school and was consistently the only one to not really have any hook up stories

considered odd by the rest of the staff at her hospital because of her more abrasive personality but despite that is on friendly terms with almost everyone

great bedside manners despite being very firm

got big into that survivalist, live in the woods thing at around 15-18 when she was having her first doubts about her family as a form of escapism and now knows every tip and trick in the book, you could survive an apocalypse with this girl and be a-okay

less likely to fight/call out her parents but in the event it happens their lives would be destroyed, absolutely vicious when it comes to defending what she believes in

still loves hoodies, will wear them everywhere as much as possible

shoulder length hair, usually not styled outside of the braids she puts them in for work

not a morning person and this is obvious to everyone who knows her

likes it when it rains; calls it nature's nourishment, leans into this a lot more once she makes up with Alexis

a bit emotionally dense but less awkward than both of her brothers

regularly feels very, very strong guilt about everything with Alexis and constantly worries that she's being too much but will never show it on the outside, she thinks she got that from their parents

big enjoyer of all food types, will put anything edible in her mouth

chronic fuzzy sock wearer

was left alone in the house when Alexis was off at BM and their brother was in university and that's when the true realisation of their fucked up family dynamic properly set in

doesn't own her own home right now but would prefer a small house near her work if she could get one

like Grucci she's very good at keeping plants alive

dogs love her and she loves dogs, doesn't dislike cats just likes them a bit less than dogs

priorities comfort over fashion

her favourite colour is green because it's a very outdoors-y colour compared to her place of work

running joke in the hospital is that everyone outside of the oncology department she works in calls her nurse and not doctor, it's like russian roulette to them because she'll bring whoever pissed her off the most the world's nastiest coffee and refuse to leave until they've drunk it. it's funny because it's horrible and better than her keying someone's car

Alexis's brother:

his name is Niklas!

had a phase of magnet fishing and metal detecting

has lots of bizarre hobbies and aspires to take part in extreme ironing at some point in his life

most likely to do extreme sports or activities

most impulsive of the family, also the loudest and also the tallest!

absolute movie geek but only for obscure european and asian ones, adores bollywood but also has a growing interest in nollywood. also an anime fan, but not active in any fandom

plays with fireworks and can't feel half of his right hand because of an incident in university, his parents don't know but Anika does and she regularly rags on him for it

also picked up a love for cooking in university! he used to make sunday lunch for his roommates and that's why he still has friends

his skill in maths was entirely learned, had he had different parents he'd be awful at it, unlike Anika who it came naturally to

works in aerospace engineering but if it ever falls through he decided he'd join the fire department on the basis of "life is short, make it shorter, join the fire department"

homeowner! emphasis on meow! he has 2 cats, erdbeere and concrete

may or may not have abused his skills in science to grow weed at some point

as the fic goes, gained clarity about the family dynamic situation in uni, but specifically when he went fishing in the middle of the night. in a river in the middle of the city. (booksmart but not yet streetsmart)

also priorities comfort over fashion like Anika, leaving Alexis to be the only stylish sibling

adores pickled food, especially pickled beetroot, ever since making up with Alexis he thinks about him when he eats them because they remind him of his hair

very emotionally intelligent but god had to nerf him with painful awkwardness to balance it out

more likely to have a go at his parents, but in a very scolding and disappointed tone compared to his sister's downright fury (this doesn't mean he's less angry though, it just comes out as disgust instead)

horrible poker face

hates silence

gets very little sleep and subsists almost entirely on caffeine (Anika doesn't like this, Alexis just gets worried when he sees that Niklas's coffee is almost pitch black)

no one knows his sexuality, not even himself, he's a total wildcard and even if he did find a more specific label than a vague hand gesture he wouldn't tell anyone purely to keep them on their toes

relaxed relationship with gender, a man for the most part but can and will be a girl or other if he ever feels like it or if there's a bit that calls for it

fuck ass shaggy bob mop haircut he did himself "I have a degree in aerospace engineering I can cut my own hair" no he really couldn't

keeps making weaponry for the shits and giggles

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@refrigeratedboombursts here ya go!!

[stephstars08]

Still Alive ~ Chapter Three

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Alcohol, Fighting, Physical Fighting, Some Angst but also some Fluff, and Anxiety (Sorry if I forgot any)

Word Count: 2,697

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Sorry for the longer wait. I didn’t realize yesterday was Mother’s Day. I promise the chapter schedule will continue with every release on Friday and Sunday so chapter four will be posted this Friday! I ALSO WANT TO MENTION THAT THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES THE PARTY SCENE FROM THE MOVIE SO THIS WILL INCLUDED THE SCENE WHERE TARA ALMOST GET’S TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF SO IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE I SUGGEST YOU EITHER SKIP THIS CHAPTER OR JUST SKIP THAT WHOLE PART! I ALSO WANT TO MENTION THAT I DID PICK OUT A COSTUME FOR THE READER BUT IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT YOU CAN JUST USE A DIFFERENT COSTUME! Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

Y/N was at the Halloween frat party sitting on a couch with Mindy and Anika. Y/N was dressed as Rosie the Riveter. She had the costume left over from last year when she played Rosie in a musical for school. Mindy wasn’t dressed up since she said it wasn’t her vibe, says the horror fanatic. She just had on a sweater and a pair of jeans. Anika had on a pumpkin tank top with blue jeans and an orange bucket hat with a knife design on it.

 Y/N wasn’t going to lie, she felt like a third wheel sitting next to Mindy and Anika, so she looked around for Tara, Ethan, or Chad. Suddenly she saw someone dressed as Ghostface which quickly made her blood start to boil. It angers her how people dress up in that stupid ass costume acting like it’s just another Halloween costume. “Hey Y/N.” She heard Mindy say which broke her strong glare away from the jackass. “You good?” Mindy asked her with concern noticing how tense her best friend is. “Yeah, I need a drink.” Y/N said as she got up and walked away.

 She walked into this one room with flashy lights and people dancing. She spotted a table full of different kinds of shots, so she walked over to the table. She grabbed one of the shots that was whiskey and downed it fast. She winced at the burning feeling in her throat. Y/N isn’t the biggest drinker but tonight, she really needed to get wasted. She wants to get wasted. Before she could grab another shot she spotted Ethan with Chad. She watched them take a shot together. She giggled a little bit after seeing Ethan spit the liquid right back into the shot glass. He’s not the biggest drinker either. Another thing they both have in common.

 Y/N couldn’t help but scoff at Chad’s costume. Chad had on a cowboy hat on, no shirt, and a pair of jeans on. However, Y/N couldn’t help but think Ethan looks so damn adorable in his costume. She noticed he also had cardboard cuffs on his arms that he hadn’t shown her before. She knew Chad was trying to get Ethan to score with the girl wearing a Harry Potter costume. The girl just laughed at Ethan and turned back to her friends and continued to dance. Y/N couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Of course, Ethan had that shy and nerdy type of energy but he was still so fucking hot. But, besides his looks, he’s such a sweet and caring guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. But, of course hoping that one day she’ll be that lucky girl.

 Y/N was about to walk over to the boys till she spotted a familiar girl wearing a pirate costume making her way to the staircase with a random guy. “Shit!” Y/N hissed and quickly made her way over to Tara. “Hey! What’s going on?” Y/N said getting Tara’s attention. “I’m taking Tara upstairs.” The guy answered for Tara which already sent a red flag to Y/N. “You wanna come too, cutie?” he asked her with a flirty smirk. Y/N wanted to slap that fucking smirk off his stupid fucking face. “No thanks, fuck boy! Not interested.” Y/N snapped as she sent a dirty glare towards the asshole. “Tara, why don’t you stay down here.” Y/N said to Tara, but she shook her head. “Y/N, it’s okay.” Tara told her with a reassuring smile. Y/N knew that Tara was completely wasted, and this dick was trying to take advantage of that.

 Mindy and Anika noticed what was going on so they both quickly got up and walked over to them to help Y/N out. “Hey, wanna call it a night?” Anika asked with a fake smile on her face. While Mindy and Anika were trying to talk Tara into staying downstairs Y/N walked back into the other room to get Chad. “Hey, big guy.” Y/N said tapping Chad on the shoulder which got his attention and Ethan’s. “You’re needed.” Y/N told him with a serious look in his eyes. Chad and Ethan didn’t even ask questions. They just followed Y/N back towards the staircase where Mindy and Anika were arguing with the guy.

 “Hey partner.” Chad said stepping in front of his sister and Anika. “Tara, she’s good down here.” Chad told the guy. “I’m sorry, what was that?” The guy asked playing dumb. “You are such a fucking idiot!” Y/N snapped with annoyance making sure everyone heard what she said. Mindy and Anika laughed at Y/N’s comment. “What was that cutie?” The guy asked giving her that stupid ass smirk again which made her more annoyed if that was even possible. Before Y/N could snap back someone else did.

 “Don’t call her that!” Ethan snapped as he stared at the guy with a furious look in his eyes. Y/N was in shock by Ethan taking up for her. She’s never seen this side of Ethan before, and she really liked it. She’s never seen the look he has in his eyes right now. She’s never heard him use that tone before.

 “Guys, it’s okay.” Tara said finally speaking. “I want to.” Tara told her friends which made the guys confidence shoot up even higher. “See, she wants to.” The guy said in a taunting way. “C’mon.” The guy said roughly, grabbing Tara’s arm and started to drag her up the steps which made her fall because of how intoxicated she was. She ended up falling on her ass. “Tara!” Y/N said with worry as she quickly ran to Tara’s side.

 Chad grabbed the guy and threw him off Tara and down the steps. “Why don’t you get your fucking hands off her!” Chad snapped with anger as he glared at the guy. “Get the fuck off me!” The guy snapped back pushing Chad off him. “Guys!” Tara said as she let Y/N help her stand back up. “Guys! Stop it!” Tara said, raising her voice a little bit. Y/N would try to break it up but to be honest, she wanted Chad to beat the fuck out of this asshole. “Fuck you!” The guy snapped pushing Chad again. Before Chad could retaliate someone stepped in front of him.

 “Sorry to interrupt.” Sam’s voice rang out. “I’m just going to tazze you in the balls real quick.” Sam said in a calm tone as she took out her taser from her back pocket. Everyone watched Sam tazze the asshole right in the balls. The guy groaned out in pain as he fell to floor holding his groin. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh watching the guy role around groaning in pain. She’s definitely going to have to give Sam a high five for this later. “Don’t ever lay your hands on my sister!” Sam hissed staring down at the guy with a death glare. “Fucking bitch!” The guy hissed out in pain. Tara was fuming at what her big sister just did.

 “Sam, are you fucking kidding me?” Tara snapped letting go of Y/N’s hand and walking over to her sister. “You’re stalking me now!” Tara added very upset. Tara walked out the front door before Sam could say anything. The group started to hear people referring to Sam as that psycho girl thanks to the stupid rumors that are flooded online. “We should go.” Mindy said, moving Sam out the door. Anika and Chad followed behind Sam and Mindy. Before Y/N met Ethan outside the door she kicked the guy in the knee which made him hiss in pain. “Take that, cutie.” Y/N mocked him and walked out the door. Ethan looked at her with a proud smile. “Nice one!” Ethan complimented her as he took off his cardboard helmet. “Thanks!” Y/N said giving him a wink as they followed behind their friends. Ethan’s cheeks turned a bright red from the wink she gave him.

 Tara was walking faster than anyone else. Sam was trying her best to keep up with her because she wanted to talk to Tara but clearly Tara didn’t want to. Ever since moving to New York Sam has been very protective over Tara, which Y/N understands why but she mentioned to Sam to not go overboard because that’s what her mom did and look at where they are.

“Tara, will you stop.” Sam called out to her. “I cannot believe you did that! You embarrassed me!” Tara called back out as she kept on walking. “That guy was a dick!” Sam told her in a stern tone. “He was going to take advantage of you!” Sam added trying to get through to her suborned sister. “So!?” Tara hissed as stopped walking and whipped around to face Sam making her slam on the breaks. “So?” Sam said in a confused tone. “If I want to hook up with an asshole that’s my decision. My decision!” Tara explained with frustration in her tone as Y/N and the rest of the group finally caught up to the sisters. “Okay.” Sam said still confused on why Tara was acting like some asshole taking advantage of her was okay. “It’s not about you!” Tara said is a harsh tone. “I mean you-you’re out of my life for five years and then you can’t leave me alone for five minutes.” Tara said stumbling over her words because of how angry she was and the buzz she had because of the alcohol wasn’t helping either. “Because you’re not dealing with what happened to us.” Sam said starting to get frustrated with Tara. “Have you even gone to see the counsellor once?” Sam asked in a stern tone. “No! I’m not going to!” Tara told her in the same tone her sister just used. “Why not?” Sam snapped, starting to lose her patience.

 “Because I’m uninterested in living in the past like you.” Tara snapped, striking one of Sam’s nerves. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked taken back by what Tara just said. “Hey guys- “Chad said trying to stop the tension that was growing more and more but Tara cut him off. “It means that I’m not gonna let what happened to us for three days define my life.” Tara explained to Sam. What Tara just said really struck Y/N hard. She feels like she’s holding more of a grudge from what happen than Tara and Tara had a lot more happen to her. Tara got attacked way worse than Y/N did but she’s not having nightmares. Yeah, Y/N got stabbed by Amber in the side but that’s it. Y/N doesn’t understand why she’s still so angry. She killed Amber. She got revenge for her father.

 “Hey!” A voice called out breaking Y/N out of her deep thoughts. She saw a group of girls walk towards Sam. One of the girls splashed their drink all over Sam leaving her shirt soaked. “Murder!” The girl hissed at Sam making her friends laugh. Sam shoved the girl back as her blood was boiling hot. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Sam yelled as Chad and Tara held her back. As the girl and Sam screamed at each other one of the girls said something. “You guys should stay away from her. She knows what she did.” The girl warned the rest of the group. “I didn’t fucking do anything!” Sam snapped full of anger and frustration. “She killed your dad!” The same girl said to Y/N which made her start to get worked up as well. Thanks to her mother’s stupid fucking book, the whole world knows what happened to get dad. “Don’t believe everything you read on the internet you dumb bitch!” Y/N snapped as she glared at the girl with fire in her eyes. Ethan put one of his hands onto her shoulder which quickly made her calm down. “WALK AWAY!” Mindy yelled at the girls, and they did just that.

 “I’m so tired of this shit!” Sam said with a heavy sigh as she tried to wring out her soaking shirt. “I-I have some tissues.” Ethan said taking his hand off Y/N’s shoulder and dug through his jean pocket. Ethan took out a small amount of tissues. “I have like, three tissues.” Ethan said counting them and handing them over to Sam. Sam grabbed the tissues and started to dry her neck and chest off from the sticky liquid. Y/N noticed everyone but Sam was starting to walk away so she grabbed Ethan’s arm and followed the group.

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Y/N was at Sam and Tara’s apartment with everyone. Y/N was sitting at the dinning table by herself. Chad went to bring Tara some medicine for her hangover. Y/N knows they both have feelings for one another but they are both too shy to admit it to each other which Y/N obviously knows that feeling. Mindy and Anika were in the living room sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching TV. She didn’t know where Sam was.

 “Hey.” Y/N heard someone say in a soft tone. When she looked up she saw Ethan standing in front of her with a soft smile. “Hi.” Y/N said returning a soft smile as she pulled the red bandanna out of her hair. “Can I sit with you?” Ethan asked sounding nervous which made him cuss at himself, but Y/N let out a giggle since she thinks it’s adorable. “You never have to ask.” Y/N told him. “Ha, yeah, right.” Ethan said with a nervous laugh as he took a seat on the chair next to her.

 “Where’s your costume?” Y/N asked in a curious tone noticing he wasn’t wearing the cardboard suit over top his long black sleeve shirt. “I threw it into the dumpster before I came up here with you all.” Ethan answered her. “Didn’t help me get with the ladies.” Ethan added. “Yeah, I um saw you strike out with that Harry Potter chick.” Y/N said as a frown appeared on her lips. “Of course, you did.” Ethan said with frustration as he ran both of his hands down his face. “Ethan, it’s okay.” Y/N said pulling his hands away from his face. “It’s her loss, not yours.” She told him. “Really?” Ethan asked in a surprised tone.

 “Ethan, you are such a sweet guy. You are a great and amazing friend.” Y/N told him as she put one of her hands on top of one of his. “If she doesn’t want a guy like that, then fuck her.” She told him as she stared deep into memorizing brown eyes that shinned in the light. “Thanks, Y/N” Ethan said has he stared deep into her eyes as well. Her eyes were his favorite thing about her. He always gets lost in them. “Ugh, will you two just make out already!” Mindy called out to them with a groan which startled them.

 When they looked over into the living room, they saw that Chad and Quinn had joined Mindy and Anika in the room. They were so deep into conversation that they didn’t even notice Chad and Sam and Tara’s roommate walk in. “Forget that we are here?” Chad said with a teasing smirk on his face. “Here we go!” Y/N mumbled letting go of Ethan’s hand to hide the redness of her cheeks. Ethan’s cheeks were glowing red as well.

 “Um, guys.” Anika said pointing to the TV. “Oh shit.” Mindy said as her mood quickly dropped after looking at the TV. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with worry as she stood up and walked into the living room. Ethan got up and followed her. When Y/N looked at the TV she felt her heart drop all the way down to the floor. It was a news report about a Ghostface attack.

 “Oh my gosh!” Y/N said as she stared at the TV with wide eyes. “Hey guys wh- “Tara started as she walked into the room wearing regular clothes but cut herself off after seeing what was on the TV. “Go get Sam.” Mindy told Chad in a stern tone. Chad just gave his twin a nod and quickly walked out the door.

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The endless beginning

part seven

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. heaavvyyy on the angst & gale love in this one. enjoy!

Amelie sits in between Tara and Mindy on the back of an ambulance while Chad leans against the side of it closest to Mindy. Amelie holds her knees up to her chest and has her left arm placed over the right side of her bandaged chest. Sam stands a couple of feet away where Anika’s body lays covered and smokes a cigarette. Amelie feels as if time has stopped, not being able to process what just happened to them. Anika is dead. She promised Mindy that she would keep her safe, she fucking promised her, and what happened? She makes it out alive and not Anika. Guilt eats at her insides and her stomach churns at the thought. If she had just made Anika go first then maybe she would still be here, with Mindy. She feels so guilty, she is sure that even Mindy blames her for letting Anika go last and being dead. She looks over at Mindy who stares blankly at the ground below her and she feels like crying all over again, thought there seems to be no tears left in her body.

Anika was like a breathe of fresh air. After Amelie moved to New York, she felt like a new beginning was coming but she was still choking on the past. When she met Anika, it was like it all changed for her and her friends. Anika understood her like no one else did, was always able to cheer her up, and was always willing to listen when Amelie was having a particularly rough day. There was nothing that could fix this hole in Amelie's chest and she is now down another person who knew and loved her, for her.

Amelie also can't help but think that if she had never become friends with Anika, never had introduced her to their friends, or let her get involved with Mindy, that maybe Anika's fate would be different. Or if she had just forced Anika to go on the ladder first, then maybe the situation they are in currently would be completely different. Maybe Anika could be sitting here beside her right now.

And Quinn, fuck. Her beautiful roommate who, though she wasn't as close to as Anika, was still one of her good friends. The weight of her dead body still lingers on her mind and her blood is currently smeared on Amelie's white shirt. Quinn was also dead, and within the span of 20 minutes, she had lost two more people in her life.

“Chad-“ Amelie looks up and sees Ethan has managed to cross over the police tape and slowly advances to the group. Chad angrily grabs Ethan by his shirt and shoves him against a car.

“Where were you?” Chad shoves him harder into the vehicle behind him.

“What, when?” Ethan’s eyes widen and he almost looks frightened at Chad’s angry behavior. Pretend, pretend, pretend. Chad pushes against him harder with anger ridden all over his face. “Last night.”

“What-What? I had Econ. You know this,” Ethan looks at him pointedly. Their posted school schedule up on their fridge and Ethan reminded him once more last night before Chad went back to the girl’s apartment.

“Bullshit, man! You disappear and my sister almost gets killed.” Venom is laced in Chad’s voice as he doesn’t let up his grip on the boy. He lowers his voice before he adds, "Amie almost got killed."

“What-What? Is she okay?" Ethan replies as innocently as he can with concern covering his face and puts his arm out in defence. It appears as if it is working on Chad as his face contorts and his emotion is almost unclear. "Dude, I was at a study hall with a hundred other people, you can ask any of them.”

“Fuck, man,” Chad snarls his lip and reluctantly lets him go. Ethan, relieved, looks at where the crime scene is blocked off and then back to the girls in the ambulance. He stars at Amelie and his eyes widen.

“Oh my god. Who?” Ethan asks in disbelief to which Chad answers that it was Anika and Quinn before walking back over to the girls. Ethan looks back at Amelie and then down to the bandage on her chest, concern flashes across his face.

“Mindy, I’m so sorry,” He attempts to walk closer to the girls. Closer to Amelie, really, to make sure she is okay. “Amelie, I-“

“Step the fuck back,” Mindy looks at him deadly. She reaches over and places an arm across Amelie’s legs, almost defending her from Ethan’s eyes. Mindy was wrong last time about the killers, but she is so sure this time around that it was Ethan. Ethan stops moving and his mouth opens again but Mindy beats him to it. “You are at the top of my list.”

“I-I had Econ!” Ethan tries once more and looks back at Amelie. “Amie.”

Her eyes remain blank, but tears start lining them. She stares at him and wants to believe so badly that he had nothing to do with this and nothing to do with Ghostface, but it was too much of a coincidence. She remembers trying to call and text him when she was back in Danny's apartment, but alas, he didn't answer until hours later. Sure, he could have had Econ and he could have nothing to do with this, or he could have been under a mask with a knife in his hand. He pleads her with his eyes to have him believe her, but she remains stoic. She so desperately wants to run into his arms and be comforted, be told that it wasn’t her fault that Anika is dead, and she will be okay after nearly getting killed again, but she can’t make herself get up.

“Don’t even think about it,” Mindy continues to glare at Ethan. If her speculations were true, he was no longer going to get any closer to Amelie and Mindy was going to make sure of it. She will not lose Amelie to the hands of Ethan like she did Anika.

Tara gets up and heads to Sam when she sees the detective approach her sister crying, assumingly because he just walked in to see his daughter brutally murdered. Amelie stays with Chad and Mindy as she watches the detective from the ambulance. Her heart wrenches for him knowing that he had to see his daughter’s dead body. She knows how painful it is to see the body of your lifeless family and how you will never live the same again after you do.

“Amelie,” Ethan says painfully one more time. Maybe this time around he doesn't get the privilege to call her by her nickname. She looks back at him, seeing that he needs reassurance, but she knows she can’t give it to him. She swallows hard and attempts to push herself onto her feet before Chad makes his way in front of her. He shakes his head at her and says her name cautiously, “Amie.”

“It’s okay,” She whispers and reassures the twins. “I am only talking to him here; I won’t go any further. I promise.”

Chad reluctantly steps out of the way but doesn’t take his eyes away from Ethan and Amelie. The girl puts her feet on the pavement and takes only a few small steps away from the truck and closer to Ethan. She pauses when she is a couple of feet away from him and looks at his face. His shoulders sagged a bit, relieved that she at least was willing to talk to him.

“I swear I didn’t-“ he starts and shakes his head.

“Okay,” She interrupts him. He closes his mouth and looks at her face to see what she is thinking. She said okay to keep him from defending himself again and he knows it, too. She doesn’t completely believe that he was at school, but she also can’t disprove that he wasn’t at this moment in time, so she lets him continue.

“Are-are you okay?” Ethan asks her with upmost sincerity in his eyes as he glances at her collarbone that is all bandaged up. She bits her lip and shakes her head, her eyes getting red all over again. She wants to sob in his arms and tell him that she really isn’t okay, but she knows she needs to keep her distance. So instead, with pain in her eyes she shortly replies with a “No.”

It was just last night when they shared an intimate moment and she truly believed that she could let him in, but she can’t help and want to throw up when she thinks about the possibility of what Ethan may have done. His brown innocent eyes flicker between her eyes and the slash on her chest and an emotion clouds his eyes that Amelie can’t seem to distinguish. Ethan feels nothing but regret in his body as he looks at the mark he inflicted upon the girl he likes. He did not want to hurt her; he didn’t mean to hurt her, and he did. She was reaching for the mask, and he could not let it fall from his face so he did the only thing he could and that was lash out in the direction where he was being interrupted. He also feels an ache in his ankle where she had managed to kick him, a small purple bruise being left behind. He can't limp, though, no matter how bad he may want to. It would be too obvious that it was him, more than it already was.

Ethan wants to reach out and hold her tight, say sorry repeatedly for what he had done to her, but he knows that she doesn’t believe him and their friends behind Amelie almost never blink as they watch the two like hawks. So, Ethan tries to take one step towards her to remind her of last night, of the moment they shared. Maybe to even get her to remember his gentle touch, and reassure her that he would never hurt her. On purpose, at least. But as soon as his foot moves closer, Chad reciprocates his action and warningly, steps closer to the girl. As painful as it is Ethan steps back to his previous location and looks at Amelie, wondering if she was also thinking about the time they spent together just the night before.

“Amelie!” The young girl hears her name being called and strips her eyes away from the boy in front of her to see Gale running to the scene. Amelie’s eyes widen and she rushes over where Gale brings her into her embrace. She closes her eyes as she holds the teens head close to her and takes a deep breathe. She didn’t know who got hurt by the attack and just prayed over and over that it wasn’t Amelie. She had lost Dewey already; she cannot lose the only Riley left standing. “Are you okay? I came as soon as I heard.”

She feels Amelie nod in her arms before she pulls back form the hug. Gale keeps her hands placed on her shoulders as she looks at the girl for any other injuries, noting the bandage on her chest. “I-I just got slashed once but Anika didn’t make it and Quinn was-was killed, and-and-“

Tears start to fall from Amelie’s eyes as she tries to tell Gale and she begins shaking. Gale was the closest thing she had to a parent since her dad passed and she can’t help but want to break down and be comforted while being held by an adult who loved her as if she were her own. Amelie felt as if she cried all the tears her body could produce but as soon as Gale brought her into that first hug, she knew she was bound to break down all over again. Gale brings the girl closer to her again and strokes her hair as she lets Amelie cry. She knows this feeling, she knows all too well, and while she always tried to ignore how hard the reality of all the Ghostface attacks were, sometimes it caught up on you. “I know, Amie, I know.”

Gale waited until Amelie was ready to let go before the young girl brought her over to where Sam and Tara were standing with the detective. Sam hears footsteps approach and sees Gale with Amelie before shaking her head and hardening her eyes. “Gale, I swear to god-“

“-No, no, truce, okay? I’m here for whatever you need,” Gale says truthfully as she interrupts Sam. Amelie stands close beside Gale and remains silent. She knows how Sam feels about Gale, but she also knows that Gale just wants to be there for the girls who have to experience this a second time around.

“Yeah, okay, nice try,” Sam says unconvinced. Tara stares at Gale with a lack of emotion on her face. Same as Amelie, they figured that Sam should be the one to decide if she wants Gale to join this time around.

“Really, I am,” Gale says one more time, looking between the two sisters in front of her. Sam looks towards Amelie beside Gale and how close she is standing next to the older lady. Amelie catches her stare and nods at Sam, trying to tell her that it’s okay to involve Gale. “Okay, off the record, okay?”

“Okay, thank you,” Sam says reluctantly. Gale looks over to the younger Carpenter sister, almost expecting her for her to announce her approval of her being there as well.

“I-I’m sorry I punched you,” Tara eventually says. Amelie sees Gale shake her head in response, a small smile creeping onto her face. She expects it now, to be punched, every time she arrives to interview the next set of victims. She also knows that every time she is hit, they mean to do it out of anger for her nosy-ness and they do mean their actions. “No, you’re not.”

“I’m not,” Tara agrees and lets a smile make its way onto her lips.

“You’re the cop, right?” Gale turns to Bailey. He nods in response, seeming to be still caught up in his sorrow. “I did some digging on your first two victims and I found something. I know where the masks are coming from.”

Amelie turns to Gale with shock in her eyes. She has heard all about how good Gale is from her dad when it comes down to figuring out who the killer is, so she shouldn’t really be so shocked, but she is consistently impressed at how Gale is able to do it.

“Show me,” Detective Bailey steps forward, almost in anticipation once he hears Gale’s exciting news.

“Ladies,” A new voice appears, walking in the direction of the group. Amelie turns to see Kirby make her way over, guess she was going to stay as involved as she said.

“Kirby?” Gale looks at the girl incredulously. Kirby acknowledges Gale with a head nod, to which Sam lets her know that Kirby is now with the FBI. “She’s a child. When did they start letting children into the FBI?”

“I’m thirty,” Kirby replies after rolling her eyes. Amelie notes that their personalities are not great for getting along and almost wants to chuckle at their interaction. Given the situation, she is finding it hard to even remotely let a smile upon her face.

“Well, you look like a zygote,” Gale says pointedly.

“I have a gun, Gale,” Kirby places a hand on her hip where said weapon lays. Gale looks at where Kirby's hand is placed and rolls her eyes.

“Okay, fine. You’re going to want to see this too,” Gale relents. Amelie looks back to the ambulance where Ethan is already looking at her. She also sees where Mindy keeps her head down and Chad stays glaring daggers at his roommate. Amelie places her hand on Gale’s arm and nudges her head towards her group of friends sitting behind them, letting her know she is going to fill them in on their plans.

Amelie approaches them and Ethan straightens his posture when she sees her advancing. The twins turn their heads to the smaller girl when they hear her approach.

“We are going with Gale. She found something,” Amelie looks at Mindy and Chad as she speaks before turning her head to where Ethan stands feets away from the other two. “All of us.”

So, that’s where the group starts heading. Amelie and the rest of them follow behind Gale as she starts letting them all know how she found the place and how Jason and Greg managed to get the place. Amelie stands closely behind Gale by herself as she listens in, with Sam and Tara directly behind her. Gale eventually makes a stab at Kirby, telling her that she was good at her job and Kirby will eventually get to where she is to which Kirby stands back beside Amelie and looks at her rolling her eyes. Amelie says nothing but shrugs her shoulders and gives her a small smirk. Gale already had an ego to begin with back when Ghostface already started, but as the years have gone on and her investigation skills have peaked, her confidence in these things have skyrocketed higher than before.

They all make their way into the place as Gale takes out a key card and swipes it to enter the two doors blocking their way from inside. Interesting how Gale managed to get those, Amelie thinks as she furrows her eyebrows, but she decided against questioning her.

“What is this place?” Sam asks when she makes her way inside, looking around in the darkness. “What’s with all the security?”

“It’s a movie theatre,” Amelie concludes, looking around once Gale turned the lights on.

“It’s not just a theatre. It’s a shrine.”

They all begin to walk further into the room when the large screen begins to lift, revealing all the Ghostface cloaks. They all begin to disperse to take a look around the room, but Amelie stands still next to Sam as they stare in disbelief at everything that lays before them. It seems as if every piece of important artifact from each Ghostface attack remains here in the theatre and Amelie feels sick all over again. These are pieces of evidence, some even remnants of weapons with victims’ blood and Amelie can’t even begin to believe that there were sick enough fucks in this world that would create a shrine like this.

“They’ve got the whole damn franchise,” Mindy states as she looks at the room in awe.

Amelie eventually makes her way down the steps with Sam once everyone has begun looking at all the pieces on the shrine. She sees Kirby looking at the knife that she was stabbed with and then the flannel shirt that her once friend, Jill, was wearing. Amelie walks forward and peers into the glass cases where she stops to where Gale looks solemnly into one. The two glance at each other before looking back at the case. Amelie feels her lip start to shake and bits it, tears welling in both her and Gale’s eyes. A drawn picture of Dewey and his death stares back at them, along with his gun, badges, and photos of him. Amelie shakes her head at the thought that someone felt good about capturing her dad like this. Her and Gale should be the ones allowed to have those badges and those pictures with them back at home, not some creep who stares at it as a relic.

Amelie can hear Tara and Gale chat around her but it’s as if her ears have closed and her ability to focus has disintegrated. She continues to walk around where she also finds Amber’s section of the shrine, pictures of her and Amber in the case from when they were best friends with dots of blood splattered on it. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest when she sees the face of her own stare back at her. Amelie eventually tears her eyes away as she makes her way to the next portion of the shrine, where a mannequin stands, clothed in the articles that her aunt was wearing the day she died.

“Aunt Tatum,” Amelie whispers as she looks at the pieces in desperation. She never even got to meet her aunt and the first time she is properly introduced to something of hers, is the pieces she was wearing the day she was taken by the hands of Ghostface. She can feel Ethan’s eyes burning into the side of her where he stands further down the aisle she was in. She was caught again between feeling like he cared about her and wants to provide her comfort as she looks at the pieces in the room that are tearing her apart piece by piece and feeling like she was being stalked by a man who is part of the reason why a shrine like this even exists. She tears her eyes away from him and begins walking towards Sam where she walks up the steps to where the cloaks are displayed. She can't help but think about the idea that Anika and Quinn may now have a place in this shrine, now falling victim to the hands of Ghostface.

“Uhm, why am I here, exactly?” Ethan turns away from Amelie and looks ahead where Chad stands. “My alibi checks out.”

“So, I can keep an eye on you, roomie,” Chad says smiling tauntingly at him while Mindy takes two of her fingers and points from her eyes to his. Ethan’s expression drops as he stares back at the two, not entirely sure how to respond to them.

“The killer must have found this place before he murdered Jason and Greg,” Gales says behind Amelie as she follows behind Sam, looking around at the different cloaks, each belonging to a past Ghostface. While Sam makes her way to the one in the glass case, the one that belonged to her dad, Amelie heads to stand in front of the one belonging to Amber. Amelie can’t hear anyone once again as she becomes too focused on what stands in front of her. People talk behind her but they are nothing but a mere voice to her. She thinks back to Woodsboro, where she met Amber and became friends with her so quickly because they just got along so well, despite Amber’s consistent attitude. She thinks about all the times they had a sleepover, watch scary movies together, and talk about the people they liked or drama they had going on in their life. The way that she was welcomed so quickly into their friend group after being a loner for so long, Dewey even trying to get her home schooled so she can be ultimately protected from the world. How her, Tara, and Amber, would inseparable, hanging out together at any given opportunity.

“So, somebody killed these chuckle-fucks and took over.”

Then she thinks about how it was Amber, the girl she considered her closest friend, who was behind the mask with the knife to her throat as she began to cut it. She was the one who killed Wes, the boy she liked, the boy who Amelie would gush to Amber about. The one who almost took Tara's life multiple time.

“Someone who believes that Sam masterminded Woodsboro.”

She was the one who brutally killed her father, proud of herself when she did, for being able to kill such a legacy character even if he was the dad of one of her friends. She remembers when Amber revealed herself when she shot Liv in the living room, and the feeling of betrayal when she realized that one of her best friends, was the killer.

“If this were a normal Stab movie, this would be the killers lair.”

Amelie looks at the cloak and she swears she can see Ambers face under the hood, the hollow look behind her eyes where you can see that she held no remorse or guilt for the pain she has caused, only a crazed expression holding her pride for what she believed she accomplished.

“Which means this isn’t a normal Stab movie.”

And finally, Amelie remembers the heat under her skin and shock on Ambers face when she was finally able to take the anguish Amber caused within her and kill her with it. The anger her and Gale felt when they looked at Amber as they ended her life.

Her eyes close as her breathe starts to quicken and she feels like she might either pass out or throw up. Then she thinks about how her friends just died only a couple of hours ago, and it was all too much at once. So, as quickly as she can, she finally turns away from the cloak and rushes off the stage, down the stairs and to the next empty room she can find. Everyone looks at her as she leaves the room and Sam decides that she should go check on the girl she considers to be her sister. Ethan looks at her exiting figure, wishing he could go after her for what felt like the 50th time today, but stayed in his spot knowing he would not be able to make it past Chad and Mindy.

In the next room, Amelie leans against the old concession stand counter with her head in her hands as a few tears make their way out of her eyes.

“You okay?” Amelie hears Sam’s small voice come up behind her. She removes her head from her hands and turns around to face the older girl.

“Sam, I don’t want to be a part of this anymore,” She shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes once again. “When is it going to feel normal again?”

Sam looks at the girl and feels for her. She wishes that she could help Amelie, help Tara, help all of them from the pain they are feeling, but she can’t. She can’t because she is also feeling it, along with the guilt of being Billy’s daughter. So soft, Amelie almost couldn’t hear it, Sam says, “I don’t know.”

“I am going to end up in there one day,” Amelie points to the room where the shrine stands, finally saying the words that have been lingering in her head since the day of the bodega. Sam looks at the girl with furrowed eyebrows and shakes her head but doesn’t get the chance to speak. “I am going to be a part of that room, one day, Sam, with Wes and my dad and my aunt, I just know it.

I-I looked at the displays of their deaths and then at Amber’s cloak and I see it all happening again. From the moments they died to every encounter I have had with that fucking thing; I see it every. Single. Fucking. Time,” Amelie looks so defeated and Sam feels pained as she hears the young girl vent about how she is feeling.

“No, Amie, you are not going to end up in there, okay?” Sam shakes her head at the girl before stepping closer and placing her hands on Amelie’s shoulders.

“Sam-“ Amelie tries to cut the girl off but Sam interrupts. “No, Amie. You are not going to die, and you are not going to end up being one of their fucking memoirs.”

Amelie has seen Sam scared and she has also seen her mad, but never this determined. Amelie feels the older sister in Sam come out as she talks to her and feels nothing but obliged to listen to her as she speaks.

“I will not let that happen, okay? And-and you are going to prove to them that you are just as strong as your dad was, and your aunt, and Wes, and now Anika,” Both the girls eyes water as they look into each other’s. “I swear to god, Amie, we are going to figure out who is doing this again and we will fucking kill them.”

Amelie lets another tear fall and nods her head at Sam’s words. The older girl brings her into a hug as she finishes her last sentence, whispering it to her but also to herself. “We are going to fucking kill them.”

The two separate as they hear the sound of someone’s shoes entering the room and see Tara running up the stairs behind them, Gale and Kirby following close behind. Sam and Amelie look concerned at the girl who quickly disappears upstairs before Kirby speaks up, “I got her.”

Leaving Gale with the two, she speaks up as she looks between Amelie and Sam. “Everything alright?”

“Ever since I came back into Tara’s life, and her-“ Sam nudges her head to Amelie beside her “-life, I’ve just made a mess of it.”

“No, Sam,” Amelie looks at the girl and shakes her head. She will not let Sam feel any more guilt than she already does and will not let her believe that it was her fault for everything that has happened. Sam looks down to the girl beside her. “My life was made a mess the day I was brought into this world. The day that I became friends with Amber.”

The two share another solemn look before Gale looks at Sam, “Where is your mother in all this?”

“She cut me off when I told her about Billy. Then Tara cut her off because she wouldn’t talk to me, so, now neither of us have a mother,” Sam explains with sadness laced in her voice as she recalls the events that happened with her mother.

“I’m sorry to say this but, fuck her. My parents sucked, too,” Gale tells Sam and then quickly looks at Amelie before returning her gaze to Sam. “So did her mom.”

“Yeah,” Amelie nods at Gale’s statement and lets out a breathy laugh. Sam also letting a smile slip.

“But you can still make your own family. Even if it’s just with one person,” Gale tells Sam but looks back to Amelie as she finishes her sentence. Amelie and Gale had that one person in common, Dewey. They shared Dewey until they lost him, and each other is all they have left since he got stripped away from them.

“And if you lose that one person?” Sam whispers, looking directly at Gale’s face, anticipating her answer.

“You just- you keep going. And maybe you find another loner, and you look after each other,” Gale looks directly at Amelie as she utters those words. Gale was never her mom, but she was more of a mother to her than the one she has and that is all she could have asked for since losing her dad. Gale reaches out and places her hand in Sam’s from across the counter, and then Amelie’s and she smiles at the two girls. They look at Gale with hope in their eyes and smile back at her. And maybe, that is all they needed in this moment. Because while there is still a killer out on the loose, ready to do anything it takes to kill them, being here with each other so connected gave them more hope than they have had before. Amelie really should listen to Sam and Gale more when they talk to her, because it may actually pay off in the end. They have each other and that is all Amelie could ask for, considering all the lost she has experienced. So, with hope and anger brewing inside her body, she becomes hopeful that maybe this time, this will be it and she will be able to miss another opportunity of making it into that shrine with her family. Because as she carries the weight and anguish of her pass bloodline spilled on her, she has her friends, Gale, and the power of being Dewey’s daughter inside of her and once again, she is never going to let him down.

[t0ast-ghost]

Okay I really liked scream 6. Some might argue I just like Jack Quaid too much and that him approximately being in a movie is good enough for me. But No! I think this movie was so genuinely great.

Couple notes on that to elaborate:

- they had a great set up with the last movie, cause we got to see how shitty Richie was as a person and how he died and now we get to watch him get idolized

- the beginning, not one kill that was differing from the norm BUT TWO?!? It must be fucking Christmas (haha I know it’s Halloween in the movie)

- I liked that Jason had posters of metropolis and other German expressionist films on his wall, damn he really is a film student (I’m film student adjacent so I can make this joke)

- the kills were so fucking disturbing, I was left gasping after Anika’s death and almost fucking lost it anytime Mindy or Chad almost died

- that brings me to Mindy, like holy fuck, I really liked her rants in this movie, the last movies one’s felt too preachy and on the nose for me. Her and Anika’s last kiss had me crying. Might be my new favourite character. The terror in the train scene holy shit

- the train scene was masterful. I hated every second, not knowing which party would get attacked, who to trust (it got me to trust Ethan), or just when the fuck anything would happen

- CHASE SCENES! All we really got from 5 was the hospital, this time we get the store, the apartment (truly incredible), and Gale’s house

- Gale actually shooting the fucker was my favourite badass moment (although the end sequence is great I think it’s too sad to be my favourite). I loved how she was taunted but is so skillful and almost beat the fucker

- I also loved the fan theories throughout the movie, from mentioning Stu Macher was alive to how each of the main legacy cast could be the killers

- I found the screams throughout the movie were so intense. I don’t know if I just didn’t realize in previous films but holy shit the screams were so well done by the actors

- The relationships felt so real and they really did feel like people bonded by their past. I loved the way that Tara wasn’t just close to Chad but also Mindy (also that it didn’t feel like her and Chad were close just for romantic/sexual purposes). The part where Tara rests her head on Mindy’s shoulder or where Chad was getting her away from Frankie. Outside of the core four, it still felt real, like the awkward moments with Quinn to how Danny was still a little distanced from Sam since their relationship is new but he still cares for her

- end sequence was so good, I was NOT happy about Chad but I get they needed to get literally every other character out of the way for the sequence other than the two mains (and a cop adjacent character for good measure)

- When Tara and Sam really started fighting back, like he gives his whole fatherly speech and then Sam calls his son a limp dick baby man and you can see his whole facade crumble just a bit and he’s caught off guard

- every time Jack Quaid appeared I laughed because IT WAS JUST SELFIES OF HIM! I really love his acting but when you get a suspect board and it’s a selfie of him in a car with earbuds I’m gonna fucking cackle (though they might’ve used more personal photos throughout to show a more familial connection, make it more homey)

- fairly certain the clip of him talking in his “film” was actually taken from past stuff he’s done? I’m assuming?

- the sequence of them killing everyone was both really well done but also so sad? Like neither of them wanted this, they feel happy about getting back at the people who have supposedly killed all their friends, but Tara starts crying after killing Ethan, Sam doesn’t want to become her father. And she ultimately isn’t, she’s protecting Tara, she’s killing for revenge, whereas Billy did it because he wanted to? (I haven’t watched the first in awhile but I don’t think he had anything against Sid other than the fact he killed her mom) I don’t think what Sam did was something necessarily “right” or “just” she did it for survival, like a bear to protect her cub. That ending in the film it was probably the best turn out.

- Then the ending where both Sam and Tara are coming out from behind the curtain and it says “written and directed by Richie Kirsch” wow just wow. That says so much, cause yeah, he did get his movie, Sam killed a lot.

Well that’s my notes. Really enjoyed, maybe I should rewatch the trilogy and finally watch the fourth movie (I watched one, five, two, then three but wasn’t paying as much attention to three… or two… okay I’m a bad fan)

P.S. I kinda hope they make a series

P.P.S. I have a list of every horror movie I could think of and if you like that sort of thing, check it out! (Maybe even recommend a movie… or five)

[undyingmedium]

Time to run, she said. If their instincts hadn't been enough, if their wounds weren't bleeding enough, Sasha Sessorov made sure they knew - now that she had been freed, not even she had a reason to face one of the leaders of the Seraphims yet. Alexander was pissed, somehow still in peak shape, very determined to catch her alive and disintegrate whoever he found in his way between him and her, and he very well tried. Ilori had already done her best to keep everyone on their feet so far, but she was clearly strained beyond her limit and heavily compromised, so she was the first to listen to the advice. They could hear a very pained Kairon scream to run as well, and Sasha freed herself from her brother's unholy clutches too and made it as well thanks to his diversion. In no time, no one was visible anymore other than the tiefling.

They could not see Anika hiding behind a wall, oh so close to Alexander and his minions, as Kairon nearly lost his consciousness and was carried away with them. Her homicidal instincts were so very obvious, but the Deep One, still keeping her together through his possession, also forced her to just watch from a safe distance as another one of her... her...

...

She had a flash of the elven girl bleeding out in her arms so many years ago as they fell down the pit in the woods. At least, back then she could make sure she would not die. Today, she could not care for her friend as she would have liked.

Emma was right. Getting attached to the team was an easy way to get in trouble, lose sight of the objectives even. How many other confirmations did the medium need before she could start to act properly?

Well, shit. She was already too deep in it. The pipe would smoke like a chimney while she brewed bitter revenge.

[websterss]

we'll also pretend that anika is still alive too for mindy's sake.

(let's actually pretend ethan was never ghostface <3)

anika would see the interaction with harry potter girl and when you kissed ethan to prove a point that he was taken, i feel like anika and mindy would cheer y'all on fr.

shame you wouldn't be able to go upstairs without being unnoticed 😏

- 🔪

I like that idea let’s shall ☺️

Yes we got our main hype women, Mindy would finally let up on her hatred for Ethan, it’d be funny if she saw you palming his abs one day and then she’d finally understand it all 🤣🤣

You would not go unnoticed at all, all these basic bitches think they stand a chance but they don’t know that you went through so much together, blood, sweet and tears, they would not be able to keep up with him like you do

[mahvaladara]

As Arlo walked over to them, their eyes met, for a second his eyes betrayed him, showing the hurt, the pain, the loss, then they controlled it, their eyes going cold, and unemotional. 

Fannar: Happy now? 

The words came out slurred, but cold, yet they felt that Arlo would hear the sorrow underneath, they could only hope Apollo and Anika did not. Honestly they did not even know how they were holding up, maybe it was the reaper part of them that made them strong enough to manage.

Arlo could see the pain and sorrow in Fannar's eyes, for as much as they tried to appear cold and uncaring, he could tell. And he had caused all that. And it wouldn't end yet, they had to wait, wait to be sure the Arys worked, but he was sure it did. His Arys was strong. A lie, a promise, a love. He had provided all three of them, and he never intended to, but he did. Now his hope remained on Apollo keeping his end of the bargain.

Apollo: Will depend. It'll take a day for us to be sure it worked.

Apollo grabbed Fannar off the floor. Anika quickly went around to drag Fannar back to their cell, while Apollo watched, still holding onto the pot.

 Feeling someone drag them towards their cell, they listened to the two of them talk, realizing who was fairly gently pulling them back to their spot. Changing their gaze up, they watched Anika, until she had put them back in their cell.  

Apollo: Can't we use magic to make it grow faster?

Arlo: Are you a botanist mage?

Apollo nodded.

Arlo: Then yes. We'll make a few more buds, so you can start a whole mass production of them and mass produce the cure.

Apollo: What about the heart? It'll be bound to the dragon.

Arlo looked towards Fannar again.

Arlo: If the dragon dies, or leaves our Universe, the bond will disappear. Also if the heart is within the Arys for long enough, the bond will disappear. Of course if we were to rejoin the hearts again... 

If they left this universe, or his heart was in there long enough the hearlight would break.. they were unsure what that meant really, but it would probably feel even worse than what they already felt. 

Sighing they closed their eyes, visualizing their family instead of the cell, not wanting to think any more about it, they needed to think about something else, the first that came to mind of course, their twin. They wondered how they were doing, because no matter what Apollo had said, they felt sure they were alive. They felt like they all were, and they could imagine them hunting for them, growly being.. well growly, and school. The thought gave him a calm, lying quietly, just listening to them talk.

[kaz3313]

So my (according to Tik Tok) scream hot takes. Unfortunately besides Tik Tok idk where the scream community is 😭 Under the read more and tagging @staghunters cause like over a month ago you said yes to hear them.

Spoilers for 6 but I’ll also tell you where those spoilers are. Spoilers for all the other movies to (unwarned)

I personally think the first one is the best Scream movie but i don’t give af if others are liked more

Scream 2 and 5 are over hated and calling Scream 3 “basically scary movie” is ridiculous

Mrs Loomis does have an understable motive and people not being able to understand she could’ve both loved her son and left him after she found out her husband was cheating don’t understand nuance.

Maureen Prescott is not the “real villain” and saying none of the movies wouldn’t have happened if she just “didn’t cheat” completely ignores how she was abused by Hollywood/Roman would still very much exist and would find a way to kill her/get his revenge. She is the ghost of the narrative and also has a lot of nuance to her.

Melissa Barrera was also over hated for her acting in Scream 5 and I think she did phenomenal. It really reminded me of how Sidney felt in the first movie when she was being attacked/gone after (Minus, of course, that Sam has hallucinations of her father)

(Kinda spoilers for Scream 6- justa. Nickname is used) The Core Four (Mindy, Chad, Sam, and Tara) are reflections of the OG 4 characters (Randy, Dewey, Sideny, Gale) but are not meant to be one on one just parallels. That’s why there can be similar arcs and characteristics while remaining there own characters.

None of the Ghostfaces are my “favs” and while I do like them as characters in general the victims or survivors are my favorites.

No actor should get hate for the character they play. None.

Gale and Sidney are both bad bitches and they do not need to be put against each other.

Fan creations are fine (and awesome) but genuinely Sam as Ghostface would ruin her arc of the last two movies. Even if Tara died

I believe in Lesbian Sidney Prescott rights (Mark and her are in a lavender marriage/or QPR with kids) 💕 But I also think she’s cute with Randy. (Something about theater nerd x film nerd along with ‘she could never love me’ and ‘if he literally asked but he never does’). Tatum/Sidney and Sidney/Gale are both top tier ships.

(Scream 6 spoilers) People saying Gale’s BF was unnecessary as well as “she didn’t actually love him because she didn’t react that sad to his death” are ignoring that she was in an extremely stressful situation AND ignores that her “moving on without actually moving on” is extremely on point with her character. (I have hcs about these two’s relationship but that’s another post)

Old fans don’t be mean to new fans. New fans don’t be mean to old fans. I’m a new fan who likes the OGs. New fans who like the new movies are valid. Old fans who like the new movies are valid. Please stop being mean to each other. Do recognize that the OG movie(s) *are* the ones that started it. Calling any of them outdated is ridiculous.

(Spoilers for 6) I think Dewey’s death is sadder then Anika’s. I do think that with the short amount of time we knew her, tho, she’s probably one of the saddest deaths for a character that just was in one movie/had little screen time.

Stu is not alive BUT hearing (some serious and others ridiculous) theories are very fun. Also playing with the concept is <33

Gale Haters 😶😶 Like yes she was “a bitch” in the first movie but she’s one of the best developed characters (besides Sidney and Dewey-) , she continuously is iconic (both in fights, dialogue, etc). This is not to say- cause I feel I have to say this- you must like her but especially for those who love Dewey but hate her for “using him” ignoring her development of feelings and how much she bonds with him just because in the VERY beginning she wanted to butter him up for more info is a weird grudge to continuously hold.

Dwight “Dewey” Riley can both be a very silly funny character but I feel the fact he most DEFINITELY suffers heavily from PTSD and depression and it’s put to the wayside by fans is disappointing(excluding my beloved on ao3 who give me the best Dewey/Gale fics that have such an amazing grasp on both of them— that’s besides the point). The fact in five that he left Gale in the city, was forced to retire from the only career he’s ever known, And lives on the outskirts of Westburro (the only home and town he loves) speaks volumes on how he was isolating himself. He’s disabled physically and has mental illness All while he was being a hero into the very end (though internally believed himself to be a coward) just shows what a TRAGIC character he is. Even in the second movie when Sidney calls him their (as in Randy and her) “surrogate Big Brother” hurts me beyond belief because with the death of his Sister he really started to go even further into the “protector” and “big brother” role. It’s really a shame that most scenes speaking on Tatum post her death were cut/deleted scenes.

Neve Campbell deserves her credit and it’s a damn damn shame they were not going to pay her what she’s worth. As sad as I am I don’t think Sidney as a character will be seen in the next movie.

(Scream 6 spoilers), Scream 5 And 6 have done a great job with parallels to 1 and 2 (the “love interest” betrayal to the revenge plot) and I think their continue to be a parallel from 3 to 7. My guess is that it will be oriented around family perhaps we’ll have Martha involved, maybe Mark (Sidney’s Husband), finally a revel of Tara and Sam’s Mom. With ofc a twist at the end (like Roman)

Saying “No new characters for the next scream movie” is like saying “don’t make another movie!” Since legit EVERY movie showcased new characters And if not for new characters it’d be boring/redundant.

I def have more thoughts but these are my thoughts for now 💕

[blightmage]

I mean going over all my Warden's and why none of them would die (well only my main ones that I actively replay).

Elethea Cousland: Is literally the most intense person who ever alive. She will kill death itself before ever dying. Ardal Cousland: Same as Elethea but he knows how to laugh and smile still (also is Prince Consort of Ferelden and he's not about to die and lose that). Ansgar Aeducan: Literally named his own son Endrin (after his father) because Bhelen's son is also named Endrin- he'd not die out of spite alone. Anika Aeducan: Is not about to Leave her little brother off the hook just yet by dying. Hilde Brosca: Would never "abandoned" her sister by dying. That would be fucked up. Tathas Tabris: [alive but redacted as to why because I can't think of anything funny to say] Taniel Mahariel: [alive but redacted as to why because I can't think of anything funny to say] Anarus Surana: Is literally my Nightmare Solo build. She is also the most powerful mage how ever lived, no you can not convince her otherwise- so of course she's going to cure the calling and live a long life. Eliphas Andras (my Orlesian warden): Fought both the Queen of Blackmarsh (the purple ghost lighting dragon) and the High Dragon in the bone wastes by himself (because his party down downed) on Nightmare mode. The calling? He didn't answer.

All (but Hilde, Anarus, & Eliphas) of my wardens are named after historical figures for their families, sames that only show up in dialogue (ex: Tathas), and other codex entries. if any of the names look familiar that is why. Detailed sources on this page on my blog.