#anika x reader

[ethansluvbot]

HEADCANNONS | SCREAM CHARACTERS

summary: the first time you meet the scream characters!!

E. LANDRY

let’s be honest chad definitely forced the two of you to meet.

ethan was extremely nervous to meet you.

most likely met at one of chads frat parties.

you wore a tight little dress that made ethan weak in the knees.

“hey, i’m y/n, chads friend he told me to come say hi! what’s your name?” you were shorter then him, looking up you fluttered your eye lashes at him.

“hey! um i’m ethan, uh nice to meet you.” you could tell he was nervous. he was looking everywhere but your eyes.

“you don’t have to be nervous with me ethan.”

you both ended up dancing together. ethan was a very awkward dancer.

the group watches you two together laughing at ethan. they already knew he liked you very much but he had questionable moves.

after the party chad got ethan to ask for your number.

“hey, uh i don’t know if you have a boyfriend- but like, could i maybe get your number?”

you stuck your hand out waiting for him to give you his phone. he quickly gave the device, writing your number you sent a text. “text me later ;)”

C. MEEKS-MARTIN

you had been crushing on chad for awhile now, i mean who wouldn’t?

you noticed you started to see him more. at parties, football games and even at the library (very rarely).

during one of your classes you became easily frustrated. chad was sitting next to you, he snuck his hand up your shoulder.

“hey, are you okay?”

“oh god, um yeah. sorry this is so embarrassing,” you wiped the mascara smearing down your face.

as embarrassing as it was he was extremely comforting. which resulted in a long conversation between the two of you. it resulted in him offering to help you study.

studying led to weekly hangouts and parties. soon enough the two of you shared drinks, homework answers and clothing.

rubbing the back of his neck he decided it was time to make his move. leaning in he cupped your face reaching your lips.

“i really like you y/n.”

SAM CARPENTER

over the summer the two of you both volunteer as camp counselors.

you were very excited to start with this position. you really enjoyed playing and helping the kids.

walking up to the girl with long black hair you waved, “hi! my names y/n, what’s yours?”

“uh, sam. nice to meet you!”

over the summer you two really hit it off. being a camp counselor you two had separate cabins, but sam would always insist to walk you to yours.

always hanging out in the morning >>>

once you guys finally established your relationship there was a lot more pda. you made sure it was toned down for the kids.

practically you both adopted one of the kids ( you cried when you left for the summer ).

ANIKA KAYOKO

the two of you met at a coffee shop downtown. you were debating going up to her to get her number, but you were intimidated by her friend group.

every once in awhile you both would catch each others eyes.

eventually anika picked up the courage, which was mostly the group forcing her, to finally go and talk to you.

“hey! my names anika,” a big smile is painted onto her face. her coffee still warm in her hand she took a awkward sip.

“hi! i’m y/n, um sorry i was staring. it’s just you’re really beautiful and-”

“don’t worry about it, i was too if not more. for the record, i think you’re pretty beautiful as well.”

you spend hours talking about hobbies, fashion and struggles. after speaking for awhile you worked up the courage to ask her for her number.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Anika Kayoko/Fem!Reader Past Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 3 to the alternative ending of You’re accused of being Ghostface

Warnings: none really

WC: 2.6k

Authors Note: not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes. This one was requested by @canvascoloredin sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy:)

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After everything you and Anika had been through, the months and two years that had passed. You both had stayed close and the bond between you two had grown. You had achieved so much since getting closer to Anika from it being physically and mentally. The wounds had healed and you had moved on. Putting everything that happened to you in the passed.

With time moving, what felt too fast to you at times. You and Anika had both decided to expand the friend group. In the two years that passed you made two new friends. You met Kara and Anika had met Lena. Anika had also made two new friends and you few others. Now the group had gotten a little bigger but something in you told you, you could trust them. They had known what happened to you and Anika and they showed nothing but support and even protectiveness.

In the two years, you now felt like your old self, maybe just a little different but you now felt like you didn't have to look over shoulder every five seconds. Like you didn't have to share your location with Anika every time, even though you both still did. But things were now great. Your social life had grown, just a bit.

"So Y/n I know you have been single for a while. Have you ever considered putting yourself out there again?"

You looked away from your food, the gang had gotten together for their weekly get together. Choosing to dine out in a restaurant. Lena and Kara were sat in front of you and Anika. From the corner of your eye you saw the sudden focus Anika had on you.

"Uh. Yea I mean. Why not. I think I'm ready."

"Great cause, there's this cutie in one of my classes. I can set you up if you want." Kara smiled, sharing a knowing look with her girlfriend. Before looking back at you. Clearly seeing the way Anika had stopped what she was doing. Her full focus now on you. She had a plan after all.

"Really? Who?" Anika hoped her voice didn't come out as jealous as she had felt. She wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. For you to love like you once did. Find the person that just brought out that shine in your eyes. As the months went by after you dropped the old group, she had tried to fight the feelings she had grown to have towards you. She had grown to love you, in a way no best friend should. But she couldn't help it.

"Oh just some girl that asked me about Y/n." Kara shrugged and waved off Anika.

Anika felt herself feeling so much jealousy and a sort of longing. She wanted to be the one to go on date with you. She had pushed down all the new and unexpected feelings. Not wanting to ruin the bond she had with you, but the more she ignored those feelings. The more they grew.

"Uh...sure why not." You smiled slightly. You did not want to go on date, okay that was lie. You do want to go on a date but not with some random girl. The girl you found yourself longing for was sitting right next to you. You had never imagined yourself falling for the girl sitting next to you. But as time passed you had found yourself falling for her. From all the little things she did, your heart raced. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes.

After Tara, you were sure you'd never find love again. You were sure that Tara had been the one for you. But after everything that had happened, you didn't see yourself falling in love ever again.

Yet here you were, head over heels over Anika.

You'd never jeopardize your friendship with Anika. Never. You were sure, without a doubt that Anika didn't feel the same way. So that's why you had agreed to the date. Hoping you'd get over your feelings.

*

Anika knew from the start the idea was a horrible one. But a push from Lena, she had agreed. Never would she have considered dating someone to make someone jealous. She'd never go as far as using someone. But Lena had been sure that Casey was okay with it. Casey had also wanted to make someone jealous. It had been a win win.

Her friends had been certain that her feelings aren't one sided. With how confident they seemed, it had been the main reason why she agreed to such stupid plan.

"So how do you wanna do this? Where do you set your boundaries? I personally don't wanna do the kissing, it's not that your not pretty or anything cause you are. It's just-Weird?" Anika cut her off with a small smile. Casey chuckled and nodded.

"We can do hugging and hand holding, kisses on the cheek if that's okay with you?" Anika asked, she wanted this to work. Hoping that the end result was the one she was hoping for.

"Yea, okay let's do this. The get together is later today. We can show up there and hope we get a reaction from them."

Anika could really only hope this worked.

*

"Y/n hey."

At the sound of a familiar voice you looked away from your work to see the girl that once held all your heart and love.  She looked better than before. That last time you had seen her, you couldn't deny that she looked awful, but in the most beautiful way. Tara will always be beautiful to you. She'll always have a special place in your heart. Even after everything.

You could safely say that you had now moved on. There was no longer any romantic feelings for the shorter girl. The love you once had for Tara had been dead for a long time. It made you happy to see her so much better. From the looks of it, she also moved on. She no longer wore the ring you planned to give her for Christmas that year, you remember how you'd always see her with it on. The first few months after everything happened.

To see her no longer wearing it, made you feel at peace.

"Tara, hi how are you?" You offered a small smile. She returned the smile and held up a book.

"Oh I'm good, just studying to be that kick ass lawyer I've always wanted to be."

"That's great Tara. You'll be one of the best."

"Thank you. How about you, how have you've been?"

You watched as she tucked a few strains of hair behind her ear. She looked healthy and that was all you wanted for her. Got to accept that what you both had was no longer there. For her to move on. "Oh good as well, closer to finishing the semester."

"That's great." She whispered, a moment of silence passed before she spoke again. "I should go, it was nice seeing you Y/n." You smiled slightly and nodded.

"Like wise Tara."

*

The date had gone as expected. It was alright, the girl had been sweet and nice but the feelings just weren't there. You had nothing against Lilith but she wasn't the one your heart longed for. Lilith had been understanding but she had still wanted to be friends and you were more than okay with that. Trusting people was still a hit hard for you but lots of therapy and with Anika by your side. You had been a bit more trusting.

The party, which was more of a small get together, in your friends house had started. You had helped Lena and Kara get everything together at their place. Lena had come from money and her place had been the obvious choice to have the small party.

Most of your friends had arrived to the party, but the one person you wanted to see was not here yet. While you spoke to another friend of yours about lord knows what, Ava was a great person to have around. The girl could talk about literally anything and everything. She had been an exchange student and was loving every moment in New York. Especially with her girlfriend who was stood next to her with a fond smile on her face.

"Oh I didn't know Anika was bringing her date to the party?"

You were quick to snap your head at the direction of what Kara could be talking about. Only to see Anika leaning into Casey's arm. You couldn't help the face you were making and you were sure it was obvious. Why was Anika with Casey? You had been sure that Casey was dating Izzie, right? The feeling that settled in your stomach is something that you had tried to hide, tried to ignore.

But seeing Anika with someone else, it had you feeling like you wanted punch yourself for being so stupid. For not taking your chance. The way she smiled at you once she made eye contact with you was enough for you to return the smile. Trying to mask the jealousy you felt.

"Y/nn hey!"

You offered the best fake smile you could muster up. Seeing Casey following close behind Anika, her hand being held by Anika. Casey was a sweet a girl. You had met her at a track meet. Along with what you thought was her girlfriend. But clearly you had been wrong. You could have sworn they were dating.

"Hey 'Nika. Uh I didn't know you were in uh..." Clearing your throat when you couldn't find the words. "I didn't know you were dating Casey?" You tried to hide the hurt you were feeling, Anika and you had told each other everything. Even if you were still a little (really) jealous. You hoped Anika would at least tell you that she had started dating.

The hurt that flashed on your face was almost enough for Anika to stop the plan. She couldn't bare the hurt in your eyes. The small adorable pout, that had her heart in a tight old she almost caved in. Until she felt Casey squeezing her hand. Remembering why she was doing all of this in the first place.

"Oh yea, it's a recent thing. I was going to tell you today, sorry." She smiled up at you instead.

"It's okay. Hello Casey."

Casey gulped at the look in your eyes. A part of her was now regretting the plan. But she had seen Izzie the moment she stepped into the apartment. The look she had was the same look you had. A part of her was knew the plan was working.

"Hi Y/n, I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want something babe." Casey tried to bite back the cringe, she had felt Izzie's eyes on her since she stepped foot in the apartment. The way you clenched your jaw as you looked down at your cup was a clear sign of jealousy. With a pointed look at Anika, she knew also knew that the plan was working.

"Yes please. Thanks." Deciding to make the most of the plan, Anika lightly kissed the short haired girl on the cheek. Regretting almost instantly when she saw how dejected you looked as you looked away and moved to walk away.

"Go talk to her. Trust me, that look isn't one of a friend that doesn't like you." Casey whispered to Anika nudging the girl towards the direction you walked off to.

*

You knew you had no right to be jealous. No right to be, angry? Disappointed, it was more in yourself than anything. The sadness that washed over you was so immense that you didn't hear the door to the balcony opening and then closing.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Uh yea, just needed to get some air. It was getting a little stuffy in there." You tried to fake a smile, make it seem like everything was okay. You did not want to be the cause of ruining her mood. She clearly seemed happy.

"Uh Casey is a good person. She's good for you, and Kirby had run background checks on every single new friend we made." You tired to joke, trying to ignore the emotions you were feeling. Although you were completely serious about Kirby running background checks. She had wanted everyone to be safe.

"With everything that's happened, you deserve to be happy." You continued, a big part of you was fighting the urge to tell Anika how you truly felt. But the fear of losing Anika due to her not feeling the same way was bigger.

"You deserve to be happy to Y/nn." Anika whispered to you. Stepping a bit closer to you. She was certain now, there had been only a few times she could tell when you were jealous. Back then when you dated Tara and now. You were never the angry type of jealous. It had always been the sad and insecure type of jealousy. It was a look that Anika knew very well, and a look she absolutely hated. The look always pulled at her heart strings, the sadness coming off of you in waves.

"You deserves happiness just as much as I do. Even if it's with that girl-Uh we aren't, I-I'm not dating her." The relief she felt in heart was almost enough to kiss you.

"Oh why why not? Kara said she was sweet and pretty." The way your eyes looked into hers, had her palms feeling sweaty, her heart beat in her ears, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering like crazy.

"Uh oh you know, I didn't feel that way about her."

"Kara said you had a crush on someone else. If it's not Sabrina then who?" Straining her ears to hear what you mumbled under your breath was impossible. The guilty, dejected look that washed over your face, had her reaching for your hands.

"Hey, look at me. You can tell me, I'd never judge you, you know that." Giving your hands a gentle squeeze. She could see the way you tried to find the words. The way you bit your lip, a clear sign of how anxious you were. She reached up, cupping your soft cheek in her hands. Her thumb gently pulling at your bottom lip.

"It's you." You blurted out. The shock that took over Anika’s face was, had you rather facing ghostface (and you lost that fight). “Sorry. I know you don’t feel the same way. You don’t have to say anything. I’ve al-”

Anika couldn’t help the smile that formed. Seeing you ramble with blushed cheeks, she truly couldn’t help herself when she cupped your cheeks and brought you down into a long awaited kiss. The feeling of your warm, soft lips in hers had her feeling like she could fly. Your lips moving with hers in perfect sync. Your strong arms wrapping around her waist bringing her closer.

Your warmth was something she always loved. The feeling of your body pressed into hers. The feeling of you smiling into the kiss had you both pulling away. Returning the smile as she looked up at you. Your adorable smile beamed down at her.

“I feel the same way, if it wasn’t clear.”

The cheers from your friends made both of you smiling wider, Anika laid her head on your chest her grip on you never faltering. She had you now. And she’d be damned if she’d ever let you go.

:)

[isaiku]

anika. i don’t wanna see you with anyone but me / nobody gets me sza.

fem!reader / warnings n notes! no scream vi spoilers + not a part of the plotline.

— angst to fluff, arguments, jealousy, alcohol, vomiting, ooc anika. lmk if i missed anything please!

a scowl paints over your features, the party only just started. as you sit next to anika who’s in between you and mindy. the pair giggling together as you try to distract yourself with your phone, looking away from the two to try and distract yourself.

“hey,” anika starts, “you okay? you’ve been on your phone since we arrived,” she asks, you look at her shrugging, “i’m fine, babe. you asked me to go with you, but you seem pretty comfortable yourself here.” you mumble, the air tense around you two.

mindy glances at the two of you — noticing there’s something going on, she quickly mumbles an excuse before leaving her spot. anika waits until she’s out of sight before looking at you once again, no expression on her face but you could tell what went through her mind by just looking at her eyes. she’s mad at you is she?

your face drops at the thought, removing your eyes from hers and looking straight ahead. leaning back on the couch as you bit inside your cheek, breath slightly shaking, fidgeting with your fingers.

her eyes stay in you for a while — as if she’s trying to read your body language. she sighs while smiling softly, “what’s bothering you now.” she asks. you shake your head, her body facing you, her arm leans against the couch, brows furrowed together. you don’t reply, only glancing at her before looking away once again, “nothing.” you breathe out.

“y/n, i brought you with me because i thought we were gonna have fun together,” she says, “why don’t you have fun with mindy then, like you two have been for the past couple of days?” you reply as put your phone away.

“are you seriously jealous right now?” she asks, confused. “there’s nothing going on between us, you know that. i thought we went through this already.” you stay silent, still staring at her.

“it’s just, you sometimes just act like i’m not there when you’re with her or something, look i’m not asking for a—“

“can— can we just deal with this later? i just want to this party to go smoothly and not having to stress about anything, please?” she interrupts you, grabbing your shaking hands.

you glance at your hands, pursing your lips together as you want to say more but you didn’t want to stress her even more. “i just think it’s better if we deal it and solve it now and quick, the party just started, ani’. you’re the one who says that communicating is important.” you plead but she only shakes her head.

“whatever, i’m not gonna deal with this right now. come find me later, or something.” she stands up, walking away and leaving you alone to god knows what, probably searching for mindy again.

fuck, you stare at her until she’s gone and out of sight, a tear slipping down, quickly wiping it away. you stand up from the couch too, walking towards to where the drinks are.

you don’t know how long it’s been, you can’t recognise anyone around you and you can’t find your girlfriend either. you’re leaning towards the counter. you’ve lost count on how much you drank but the empty cups in front of you explain otherwise.

“hey y/n, jesus— what happened to you?” you look over to find tara next to you, chad just right behind her, both look at you in concern. “shit, you look like a mess,” chad says, who receives a small smack from tara who moves closer to you, taking the drink from your hands and putting it elsewhere, they notice the amount of empty red plastic cups next to you, chad and tara take notice of this.

tara puts an arm around your figure, taking you away from the kitchen and sitting you down to the same couch once again, chad following behind. “where’s anika?” she asks, you tense slightly and she notices, “i’ll try looking for her if you want,” chad mentions, you shake your head and a hiccup escapes your lips, “i already tried,” tara glancing at chad before looking back at you,

“did something happen?” tara asks, you shrug. “i think you should really go home y/n, look at the state you’re in. we should call anika.”

“it’s whatever, i can handle myself.” you stammer.

“i think it’s more important that she takes you home and takes care of you,” she says, you open your mouth to say something.

and that’s when you feel something bubbling up your chest.

by your expression tara and chad react quickly. placing your arms around their shoulders to support you, taking you towards the bathroom.

you gag, trying to hold everything in before they place you down and you kneel in front of the toilet before you puke everything up, tara tries to move all the hair that’s in the way from your face. chad grimaces before quickly making his way out to get anika,

“where’s she— fuck.” you hear footsteps rushing behind you, anika walks in and finds you and tara, she sighs in relief. you calmed down but you feel it bubbling inside you again a few times, “you should’ve seen the amount of cups she had with her,” you head chad.

“thank god you were there for her, i’ll take care of her now.” she thanks tara and chad who nods before walking out and closing the door, you continue to puke up before flushing the toilet completely and attempt to wipe your lips with your sleeve, anika stops you — grabbing a tissue and wiping it off herself.

you lean your body against the toilet, “how stupid are you?” she jokes, “i leave for a few minutes and then chad runs to me all panicked,” she grabs a water bottle that she had with her, taking the cap off before handing it to you, you take sips from it before giving it back and she places it aside.

she turns you around and brings your messy hair up in to a ponytail, using the hair-tie from her wrist to hold it all up. you lean back against the wall, silence fills the room between you two, other than the beats from the room outside.

“are you still angry at me?” you mumble out, her expression softens. she takes a hold of you hand, intertwining your fingers together.

“of course not,” she sighs out, “i feel bad.” she continues, “like really bad. i shouldn’t have stressed you out and saying to deal with out problems later, and then leaving you right after in a room full of strangers.” she sits next to you, heads leaning against each other.

she looks at you, bringing out a chapstick. “look at me real quick,” she says and you face her, she grabs your chin with her fingers gently and applies it on your chapped lips that dried after the incident, you smile at her.

she smiles back, pecking your shiny lips and you gag — “kissing me right after i puke?” she giggles, her expression falters. “i’m really sorry, baby. i shouldn’t have left you there,” she whispers, you shake your head, “it’s fine.” you say. you stare at each other for a while, breathing steady as you two feel comfortable at each other’s presence,

—are you still jealous of mindy?” she raises her eyebrows in a teasing way, you scoff at her, pushing her away and getting up from your spot. walking out of the room as she chases behind you, the two of you smiling at each other.

[alyyybrooke]

study date

anika kayoko x fem!reader

warnings: none

You stared frustratingly at the countless papers laid out across your desk. No matter how hard you studied the notes and study guides, you couldn't seem to grasp the subject, and frequently got question after question wrong.

A text from Anika tore you from the math problem you were struggling with.

Anikaaa: hey can i come overrrrr

Your eyes flitted back to the stack of math problems. The smart decision would be to have Anika come over another day so you could study, but that idea was more than unpleasant. You've been at it for hours, and you deserved a little break. Besides, you really missed your girlfriend.

You: yes please i miss u

Anikaaa: okayyy be there in 15

Though it was only fifteen minutes, it felt like hours before Anika finally knocked on your door. You threw it open and practically jumped into her arms.

"Hi, pretty girl," she cooed.

You nuzzled into her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. She pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. Warmth radiated off of her, relaxing you and melting away any previous stress you had about your class. She wrapped her arms around your waist, and her thumb rubbed circles against the exposed skin beneath your shirt. You closed your eyes and sighed in content, feeling completely content in her embrace.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"We saw each other like two days ago," she giggled.

"I know but...I still missed you."

"You are so cute."

Pulling away from her grasp, you slid your hand around the back of her neck, and your fingers tangled in the strands of bleached-white hair. Her hair was soft and silky, and her lips curled up in a small smile as you stroked circles into her nape. You tugged her down into a searing kiss, and her arm slid up your body to cup your cheek. The taste of her lips was intoxicating; one you could never get used to, and you groaned softly when she deepened the kiss.

When you pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath and panting.

"As much as I loved that, Ani, I'm a little too tired for anything further," you whispered.

"Don't worry my love, it's no big deal. C'mon."

She took your hand and led you back into your living room. You followed her happily, but stopped when she saw the state of your desk.

"What's all that?" she asked curiously, turning around to face you.

"Oh, I was just doing some studying for this math test tomorrow..." you said quietly.

"Y/N! Why did you let me come over when you have to study!" Anika exclaimed, raising her brow.

"I don't know...it was so boring and I wanted to see you," you pouted.

"Are you at least somewhat prepared?"

"Mhm," you mumbled unconvincingly. You tried to tug her back into you but she didn't budge.

"You're such a bad liar."

"Ugh, Anika, I've been studying for hours," you sighed, rubbing your eyes in frustration.

"Well, what if I help you?"

She grabbed your hand again and pulled you towards the desk. She scanned the stack of papers, shuffling through your work, before pulling out a paper and handing it to you.

"Here, sit down," she said, a little smile on her face. You obeyed begrudgingly, grumbling curse words under your breath. "Okay, try the first one, and I'll go grab another chair."

You finished the problem within a few minutes and slid the paper to her. She examined it for a few moments, before sliding it back to you.

"It's wrong."

You groaned and slammed your head on the desk.

"That's it, I don't care anymore. I'll just take the F and dip," you sighed.

"Nope. I'm not letting you fail. Here, I'll show you how to do it," she said, rubbing your back comfortingly. She erased your work and redid the problem, carefully explaining each step. "You get it?"

"I think so," you said with a nod.

"Okay, try the next one."

You finished the problem in shorter time and you were a lot more confident. But the furrow of her brows told you your answer was incorrect yet again.

"I give up," you said, crossing your arms in disappointment.

She smiled sadly and kissed your temple.

"Oh! I have an idea!" she exclaimed suddenly. Her eyes were bright with excitement. "How about...each time you get a question right, I'll give you a kiss."

You eyed her slyly. "That could be fun," you said, a smirk spreading across your face. You grabbed the paper and studied the next problem, before getting to work on solving it. She watched you write, adoring your look of concentration. When you turned to her, she had a wide, triumphant grin on her face.

"You did it, baby!"

She cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a sweet, loving kiss. You both smiled into it, and when you pulled away she squeezed your hand softly.

"Okay, do the next one."

At first, your answer was incorrect, but when you restarted, it was right. Before Anika could react, you crashed your lips onto hers. You tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her into you. She started to push you away, but you pecked her lips several times before her lips finally left yours.

"Hey, I said one kiss," she said pointedly. You shrugged and laughed, turning to do the next problem.

You two spent the whole night studying, and a few hours later, you had mastered the subject and were prepared for your test the next day. By the end of your little study date, both of you had swollen lips, red with the many kisses you shared; some longer than others.

"Thanks for helping me study, baby," you whispered. Your head was resting against her chest, rising and falling as she breathed. The two of you had gone to bed, both tired from the several hours of studying. You traced circles into her pale, creamy skin, and she combed her fingers through your hair.

"Of course," she replied softly. "Now go to sleep, my love, you need rest for tomorrow." You nodded and fell asleep within minutes, feeling relieved and extremely grateful for your girlfriend. She always knew how to help you.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Thunderstorms and feelings

It was a massive thunderstorm in NewYork city. It was raining so much that you, Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and Quinn and Danny were watching the superbowl at the apartment. Tara and Sam arent really into sports but they were loving the football game between the Eagles and the Chiefs.

You heard a huuuge bolt of thunder and you felt so scared you climbed on Sam's lap and felt scared.

Everyone looked at you.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Tara asked you.

"No". You said. "I dont like thunderstorms at all". You frowned.

Sam hugged you tight

You didnt wanna admit you felt like scared but you also didnt wanna admit your feelings towards Sam's friends. So it was like a lose-lose but you were hoping for a win-win taking a risk telling Sam's friends how you feel about them.

You hid your face on Sam's shoulder but you looked at everyone.

"I guess now would be a good time to tell you everything". You said.

"Everything? What would you like to tell us?" Quinn asked.

"Uhhh..." You said. "Okay, listen. I like you guys. I've written stories like fanfiction about you guys. I dont wanna be friends I wanna be best friends I wanna win the superbowl against Sam in madden mobile I wanna marry sam. I fell for you all figuratively and literally and I'm sorry but I love you guys. I...love...you...guys!! Okay??!!" You said.

You breathed. "Their. I said it". You said.

Mindy, Chad, Anika, Danny, Quinn and Tara all gave you a hug.

"You...you love all of us?" Tara asked.

"Yeah". You said softly. "I always have".

"We love you too!!" Everyone said.

"I love hanging out with you you're a lot of fun to hang out with". Said Anika. "I love you".

"I love how you get my sarcasm. And when you punched Ethan in the nose for scaring us as ghostface you gave him a bloody nose! That was fuckin epic!!" Said Mindy. "And I love you".

"I love how we cuddle. I love you. I always wanted to watch movies with you". Said Tara.

"I love you. You're amazing at madden mobile. And you always help me clean the apartment which is truly appreciated". Said Danny.

"I love how you do my make up when I have a date with Mindy. I love you". Said Anika.

"I love that you love football. And you're my wing woman. And I still wanna know where you learned to punch Ethan like that!" Said Chad. "And I love you. Thanks for always washing my clothes when I get busy with work and school". He said.

You giggled. "You taught me how to punch". You said to Chad.

Chad smiled.

"And I love you because you always take care of me when I have a long week of school by getting me my favorite drink and a snack too". Said Quinn.

You started to cry. "Aww you guys....I cant stop thinking about you. I think about you everyday. Please be my best friends. Please Sam please be my girlfriend. I wanna go home to you guys everyday". You said.

"We'll be be your best friends!!" Said everyone.

"Yayyyyy!!" You said.

And Sam hugged you while she stood behind you."Yes baby. I will be your girlfriend". Said Sam. And you kissed Sam in front of everyone.

"Ooooohhh!!" Said everyone.

You and Sam laughed.

[menmuncher]

anything you say... sub!ethan landry x reader

reader is afab! i will make a amab one soon :D

a/n: the last time i made fics was in middle school..... im a senior...

warnings: smut, dubcon?, profanity, degrading, knife kink, mommy kink

"I always wanted to stick something inside of you, y/n!" He yelled from beneath me, his knife going close enough to cut me a couple times as I hung from the balcony. Sam had took down Quinn, dying in the process to her bleeding out wounds. Next was Tara against Bailey, shot each other at the same time ending in her fate along with his. It was only me and Ethan.

"Fuck you!" I tried to swing my leg up and catch myself onto the railing, throwing me off my balance in the process. It was no use. I could only kick down at him.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. I skimmed his head a couple times before I felt sharp pain in my ankle. I yelped, dropping down from the balcony and landing right on top of Ethan who was now on his back. He struggled and attempted to throw punches at me. But I kept strong, it was satisfying to see the way I overpowered Ethan. I was waiting for him to lift his arm and take a deep stab into my chest angrily. A stab for the death of his father, his sister, his brother. Why was he waiting?

He turned enough that I was switched onto my side, falling off him slightly. My leg hit the ground and the physical pain deeper than before as blood gushed out of my leg. Wait.....

I sat up quickly launching at my ankle, Ethan stopping me abruptly as he grabbed my hair in the process and tugged it. "And where are you going, you sweet dumb thing?" He pushed, as a soft groan escaped his throat.

I grunted as I pulled the knife from my ankle and flipped myself onto him. The knife right in front of his eye, now he was scared of me. I took his hands out from under me, pinning his wrists above his head. He trembled nervously under my grip.

"Now you die a virgin...." I lifted the knife to stab right into him, carve this fucker's eye that took my friends. His eyes began to tear as he started to sob.

"Please..... I'll do anything!" He exclaimed, his hands struggling to reach out and hide himself. He was out of breath, tears streaming his face as his nose and cheeks a dark red.

"God... you're crying?" I mocked him, spitting on to his messy face. His nose runny and his lips trembling. What happened to his dominate side, the side wanting to kill me?

I took the knife to his cheek, not breaking skin but enough that it stung as I slid it down. His adam's apple bobbing with a gulp as his eyes followed the object. A tear dripping onto the metal.

"Anything you say..... so I could carve my name into this pretty face of yours?" he whimpers, cautiously nodding. The knife dragged down to his lip as I poked the edge into it. The punctured hole in his lip now dripping with crimson blood. I felt something raise from underneath me.

I felt a soft throb against my core. I shifted on top of it eliciting a mewl from the black haired boy. He was stuck now. His eyes gave me a quiet look of help.

"Awww and what's this, whore?" I grinded down onto his bulge with force. He knew I wasn't just shifting anymore. He sucked in a sharp breath, licking the blood dribbled from his lips as well the spit. Nervousness in his face.

"It seems like you want this." I said, rising from his belt area and unzipping his jeans. My fingers grazing the soft bulge in the process.

I brought the knife down from his face and with it, cut through his boxers. His length being exposed now to me, rock solid with pre cum dripping down the shaft. He flushed with embarrassment. The way the knife traced his pelvic bone, the heavy breathing-

"P-please I can't take it!" He shouted out. Was he gonna pussy out now and let me kill him? Or was he intending that he needed me to go through with it already?

"You're gonna need to use your words, sweet boy." I grabbed his chin tightly between my palm as his cheeks squished, a slow nod coming from him. If Ethan was wearing mascara, his whole face would be black by now with the way he wept. The mixture of spit, drool and tears blended together on his face into a messy wet glob.

"I just...." He throbbed as he spoke, stuttering "I need you please. I haven't done this before." he grew more ashamed as I laughed in his face, mocking him. I placed the knife in my back pocket as I ran my hand down his toned abs, rubbing his member softly. He licked his lips.

"So you're gonna let your mommy teach you?" His lip trembled as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to stroke up and down slowly. Little whimpers left him as his hands struggled against the restraint holding his wrists together, which were my hands. His eyes jammed shut.

I was going so slow with his cock, making sure he knew I was the dominant one here. He didn't reply to me until the strokes came to a halt. His eyes now wide open as he looked at me, confused. Dumb little puppy didn't even realize what was wrong.

"If I'm gonna do this instead of sticking a knife right down your throat, you're gonna have to be good and be obedient when I'm speaking or asking questions." I said angrily, landing a harsh slap across his face. I bit into his neck and sucked, a soft yellow had formed slowly into purple as I pulled my lips off.

"Y-yes mommy, I want you to do this to me." He muffled and my hand repeated it's pace, him settling back into the ground as the tension spouting from his lower region had lessened at the pumping around him.

I bobbed my head down wrapping it around his dribbling cock, sucking him off while my hand gripped and twisted the base of it. My hair fell in front slightly blurring my vision though when I looked up, I could still see Ethan's glossy eyes. I moaned at the sight of him looking so helpless, the vibrations erupting a reaction from his throat.

He hadn't stopped moaning as he watched curious. This was just like he had seen in porn videos. Though even then, he had hardly jerked himself off. He was just a shy, nerdy virgin - just not so much when he was costumed.

"I-I'm gonna cum mommy." He mumbled in between groans, he was about to explode. Not just his cock. All of him. From his tomato red face, his trembling body.

I was wet but not wet enough. I pulled my mouth and hand from him as he mewled, beginning a protest about how I couldn't just give up and pull away before he came. His tip was cherry red, face twisted in anger until I shot him a look.

I took my hand away that was pinning his wrist as I used it to stabilize myself over his body, his eyes wandered my body as I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to him as I moved his hand to touch them. He was so shy about it, groping them slowly.

"I'm not wet enough baby. You'll have to use your tongue." I lifted from him temporarily, removing my pants and underwear as I placed my cunt onto his mouth. Grabbing at his hair, he began licking. It was messy, he wasn't a professional of course but the way he really was going in to get it all wet felt good.

I moaned out as he took me by his mouth, the slobbering even making a slimy glow on my thighs. I didn't want to sit on him too hard, that was until he found my clit. Riding him, now I was the one desperate for attention.

"You did such a good job baby" I said signaling I was wet enough now. When I shifted off he whimpered, though his bratty attitude was only for a second as I lowered myself onto his cock. He breathed heavy and even though I was not fully sunken onto him, he jolted up into me as I gripped his needy bucking hips.

"I'm doing the work you stupid whore, not you." I said through gritted teeth, faced with a muttered apology. I sunk down to his base and began to bounce, fucking myself on his cock as he whimpered louder than I'd heard.

He wasn't really thick but he was long, the feeling of him almost being in my stomach made me moan his name. He produced a soft grin, it didn't really matter if he was gonna die now. He got to lose his virginity, he wasn't the last one of the core four to be without-sex because of you.

"Look love, you're in my tummy. Aren't you?" I placed my hand over the lump that was now going in and out and he was unable to even speak out a response. His mouth open like a fish, only moans and groans were audible.

I felt the feeling build up in my stomach, Ethan stuttering to me how he was gonna come. I bounced on him faster as he played with my breats and then, I was milking him. His hot cum squirted inside me as I did the same, his noises errupting louder than mine.

"Good little Ethan." I shifted off him as he trembled, putting my clothes back on. It took him a few minutes before he was able to stand again, yet he still grinned. As he looked down to zip his pants, I reached for the knife in my back pocket.

Stab. Right through his head until I felt it reach his brains. My face now soaking in blood, while panties dripping in cum. Remember, this was to my advantage; not his.

[comet-forgot-you]

sleepless

anika kayoko x reader

summary: anika just cant stop herself, even when you’re right there

warnings: 18+ pls masturbation, fingering, smut, idk if theres more

a/n: help the nerves are nerving. pls do not repost for any reason ao3

it was late, you and anika having returned to the hotel room after spending the entire day at the beach. you had just fallen asleep and anika couldnt stop the thoughts of you that ran through her head no matter how hard she tried.

she could stop herself from thinking of you in that bathing suit that fit you so perfectly or of the way your hands felt on her body when she asked you to put sunscreen on her skin. god, just the thought had her clenching her thighs together.

she felt so perverted for thinking of her best friend like this. she knows she shouldnt, but she just cant stop the thoughts, and the more the thoughts came, the closer she was to just stuffing her hand down her pants to relieve herself.

she was laying on her side, thighs clenched as more images of you in your swimsuit popped up in her head. fuck. she lays on her back, looking over at your sleeping form. your eyes were closed, breathing even, thats all the confirmation was going to take before she stuffed her hands between her legs.

she lets out a shaky breath at just how wet she was. how wet she was because of you. her cheeks flushed. you were right there and she was just touching herself. she presses against her clit ever so slightly, her back arching as she stifles a moan. “f-fuck. wish you could see what you’ve done to me,” she whines. its barely audible and she snaps her head to look at you after she says it. you lay there motionless, still breathing evenly, eyes remaining closed.

she begins to circle her clit, hips lifting to meet her slow thrusts. “y/n,” she moans so quietly. her eyes flickering back to you only to be met with nothing. she would be so embarrassed if you woke up to see her like this. touching herself, moaning your name, god she doesnt think she could live through the embarrassment. but the thought of you catching her only made the ache between her legs grow and she continues her movements, circling her clit with added pressure. she trails a finger to her entrance.

“fuck, y/n, please,” she whispers. you think you’re dreaming. theres no way your best friend would be saying that, your eyes remain closed as you listen to anika’s pleas. you want it to be real, of course you do, but you stop yourself from making any movements. you wanted to see just how far she’d take it.

anika’s free hand grips the sheets, her movements feeling so good. she was close, and the closer she got the harder it was to keep quiet. “got me so worked up, y/n. need you so bad,” she mumbled.

you cant take it anymore. listening to her get herself off right next to you ignites something in you, something that itches to touch her and get her off. you move your hand to grip her wrist and anika freezes. you open your eyes and youre met with her wide brown ones. “oh, fuck. this isn’t what it looks-,” you pull her hand out of her pants before she can continue, bringing her fingers to your lips as your suck her wetness off of them.

anika thinks she might explode.

you do it so casually, she shudders when you pull her fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “its not? how sad, was really looking forward to helping you out,” you say, a feigned frown on your face. you drop her hand and roll to turn your back to her.

“wait, no,” anika tugs on your shoulder. “help me please, i need you so bad. please. need your help. please, i’ll do anything.” a smile tugs at your lips at her begging. you turn back to her, her cheeks were flushed and her bottom lip wobbled.

you let out a soft chuckle at her expression. you slip your hand into her underwear and press gently into her clit. she moans, bucking her hips up into you.

“oh my god, anika, you’re so wet! all of this just from the thought of me?” you tease. her cheeks heat up from embarrassment, she covers her face with her hands, trying to hide from your intense gaze. “dont hide now,” you say, tugging her hands away from her face with your free one. you tease her entrance, drawing a quiet plea from her.

“no, no teasing, please. can’t do it,” she whines.

“thought you said anything? were you lying or did i just mishear you?” anika groans at your reply, hating her earlier please. despite your tone, you push a finger into her and she lets out a high pitched moan. she rocks her hips as you finger her slowly. shes not sure she can get off with the pace you set so she grabs onto your wrist, silently begging for you to quicken the pace. you tsk her actions when you pick up the pace, adding another finger. she moans at the change, your palm rubbing up against her clit, she just feels so good.

“oh, fuck. feels so good, y/n,” she mumbles. she bucks her hips up into your hand. “m’ close,” she whispers. you continue with your pace, your only goal being to get her off.

“gonna cum for me?” anika nods her head frantically.

“mhm, can i? pretty please?” she looks at you with wide eyes, begging for a release. who are you to deny her of it when she looks so cute pleading like that?

“go on, pretty girl, cum for me,” a few strokes later, anika’s arching into you, her moans filling the room and you feel her walls fluttering around your fingers. “look at that. you did so good, hm?” your voice is soft. anika grips your wrist, soft thank yous leave her lips like a prayer. you move to take your hands out of her panties only to have her grip on your wrist tighten.

“nono,” she pants out. “just leave ‘em there. just for a bit, please?” it didn’t matter if it was a question or not, her tight grip wouldnt allow you to move evem of you tried. so you it there, hand shoved down her panties, moving your fingers in and out of her so slowly.

“just for you,” you mumble sleepily. anika lets put a satisfied sigh, tracing your wrist with her thumb to ground herself.

you both hoped and prayed the following morning wouldnt be uncomfortable.

[samsscream]

i need more Devyn/Anika stories from anyone she deserves more stories 😔 and if anyone makes her die i will cry and scream

[screamdream3828]

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

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

Warnings - violence, death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tatumrileyslover]

Nightmare’s Manifesto

About Me

I’m Saffron, I’m nineteen, and I have always loved horror movies, I’m in my first year of Uni, and I’m studying English and Drama. I’ve decided to try my hand at writing fics for my favourite fandoms :D

The Hunger Games Masterlist

Scream Masterlist

Requests

For now I’ll be writing for scream and the hunger games but send in requests for anything mentioned, there’s a chance I might not do the request but I’ll try my best,

I personally feel more comfortable writing in a Fem or GN perspective, I will be writing in the (y/n) style or without any name or characteristics inserted into the story

If sending in a request for a fic, you’d prefer a GN!Reader, just add in just GN! as Fem!Reader is my personal preference :) Also just a quick disclaimer for you horny freaks (aka also me) I am unable to write smut, i physically can’t do it. I might try my hand at it one day but that’s definitely not the type of thing I write, (but it’s almost all i read)

I always love getting fic ideas so send away any thoughts you have on your mind

DNI

If your homophobic, transphobic, racist, don’t like x readers, or my content, if you don’t like it just don’t read it simple as

[thatsgay-writes]

Addin Scream 6 to my requests list

[ethansluvbot]

ALL MINE | ANIKA KAYOKO

warnings: leads to smut?? other than that just fluff!

an: i literally see no anika imagines on here. i need to write for my fav girl :) also ILL START POSTING IM DOING ONLINE SCHOOL NOW

you open your eyes to the sight of a sleeping anika. it wasnt very uncommon for you guys to be together. after finally coming out to your family you spent most of your time together.

you scroll through you phone to see at least 20 messages from your friends. you sit up reading a few.

SAM :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N

TARA you’re finally older then me :(

CHAD party at the usual place, be there or i’ll come kidnap you :) see you soon!

QUINN HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!! wear your sluttiest dress tonight ;)

ETHAN hey y/n, it’s ethan :) have a great birthday 🫡

MINDY don’t trust ethan, love you!!!

you laughed at mindys message before turning off your phone. she really had something against ethan. ethan would never do anything horrible like this.

you turn over to see anika slowly waking up. as soon as she saw you she pulled you closer.

“happy birthday love! words can describe how happy i am to finally give you your present,” she winks at you.

“so why don’t you give me it?” you cock your head to the side watching anika get up. pulling your shirt up she drags her hand against your skin. you shiver at the feeling of the sudden contact.

after she admires your body she begins trail down to your pants. she looks up to you for reassurance that it’s okay. you nod at her excitedly but that isn’t enough for her.

“words baby.”

“please touch me anika,” you whine as you arch your back. she begins to unbutton your pants.

“i love you.”

[jazzyoranges]

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

All Mine

Tara Carpenter x gp!reader

Words: 2.8k

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

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

MINORS DNI!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”

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

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

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

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

“You have Aspirin laying around?”

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

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

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

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

“Missed me?”

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

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

“You? Study?” Tara scoffs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is this?”

“Notes, you need them”

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

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

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

“In my defense, Trout recently died”

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

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

“I really do wonder how you still have friends”

//-//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”

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

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

“Isn’t it god give me strength?”

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

“Point taken, but you still need a password”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kill yourself.”

//-//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what this is fucking about.”

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

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

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

“Only you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve got all night, love.”

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

[anikaluv]

JUST FOR PRACTICE —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)

❤︎︎ cw: cussing, nail biting, Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), Miles (e!42) teases reader a lil bit <3

❤︎︎ summary: Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you have a crush on Miles (e!1610) and Miles (e!42) suggests you make out with him for practice.

❤︎︎ w/c: 1.6k

❤︎︎ a/n: I was reading miles morales x reader fics then I thought of this and went “It would be so cool if someone wrote it”. Then I did, cause I’m a bitch who gets shit done. 😘

PART TWO EXTRA

You and Miles have been inseparable since y’all were born. You two seemed to be tied together like a knot. You could always fondly go back and look through memories of him holding your hand while leading you through forests, him sharing his PB&J’s with you during lunch time, and him protecting you numerous times from bullies as the years went by. He was always there for you.

So much that you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

Yet you were too scared to ruin the deep friendship you two have. Too terrified of the chance that everything you two had going to waste because of your feelings, so you kept to yourself.

Which leads you to the present day, you sit on Miles’ bed as he takes a shower before you start the study session you both had planned.

Nervously, you fidget with your fingers, eagerly awaiting his return. The truth is, you don't need these study sessions. As an all-A student, you grasp the subjects effortlessly. However, you seize any opportunity to spend time with Miles.

Your mind wonders as curious eyes scan his room and land on his sketchbook. Your instinctively get up and reach for it, not caring for the overstep of privacy because c’mon, you knew this guy before you knew how to walk.

Excitement courses through you as you eagerly flip through the pages, revealing beautiful sketches of family, sunflowers, among other things. However, as you reach the more recent pages, your heart starts to sink.

Gwanda, Miles' so-called friend who conveniently always seems to be "out of town," yet he never ceases to endlessly complement her and fills his sketchbook to the brim with pages of her. What's so extraordinary about her? You've known Miles since you both were starting to crawl, while she has only been in his life for a few months, and suddenly she's this incredible person?

With a heavy sigh, you set your sketchbook down, feeling your vision blur as you make your way back to sit on Miles' bed. Tears well up quickly as you bury your face in your hands, sobbing silently. Unfortunately, the sound of approaching footsteps awakens your senses. You hastily wipe your eyes with your sleeve, although it's already too late.

"Oh great, looks like la llorona (crybaby) is sobbing once more. What's the matter, ma?" Miles strolls in, his voice oozing with condescension. He leans against the doorway, owning a smug expression. You can't help but roll your eyes and let out an exasperated groan at the mere sight of him.

Myles Morales. The worst person you’ve ever met. You’ve always wondered how him and Miles are even related. Ever since you were little he’s been a stick up your ass. You would always go back and flinch through memories of him pulling your hair as you scream and cry, him destroying all of your brand new dolls because they “needed a makeover ” , and him notoriously bullying you numerous times mercilessly as the years went by. He was always there, annoying you.

You cross you arms and let out a exasperated huff as you turn away from him. “Don’t you have someone else to annoy Morales? I’m not in the mood.” Myles chuckles at your childish behavior and struts into the room to sit beside you.

He inspects your face, frowning at your red eyes and stuffy nose. “I’m serious, mami. Those pretty tears only look good on your face if I’m causing ‘em.“ Myles softly grabs your chin and moves your face towards his. He raised his fingers to softly wipe your tears as you look deeply into his eyes.

Your heart quickens yet instead you release the insult bubbling in your throat. "Thanks for your oh-so-worrisome concern, Morales," you retort, venom lacing your words. He smirks in response. “Anytime, princesa (princess). I’m serious though, you cryin’ cause of my brother again?” You nod slowly looking away from his pitying gaze.

You bite your nails as your eyes look around the room once more landing on Miles sketchbook. Pain flickers in your eyes, catching Myles' attention.

The realization settles in Myles which is showcased by his new scowl on his face. “Ah I see, Its cause of that lil’ white chick, right?” Your eyes widen at how Myles was able to guess it correctly, you nod again slowly and try to concentrate on breathing before you continue wailing. “I just don’t understand, what’s so special about her? Was I ever even special to him if I could be replaced so easily?” You clench your fists, digging your nails into the fabric of your jeans, scrunching them up as your lip quivers.

Myles sucks his teeth in annoyance, followed by a deep sigh that catches your attention. “Why don’t you just tell him this, ma? Bet that’ll make him realize what’s in front of him.” You quickly shake your head, rejecting the idea. "I can't. It's not that simple. If I confess how I truly feel, what if it ruins everything? I can't risk that," you explain anxiously. Myles rolls his eyes at your dramatic response.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?" he asks, testing the waters. There’s a different look in Myles eyes, they’re filled with mischief as he slowly scoots towards you.

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?" You answer your voice layered with curiosity at Myles newfound demeanor. You tilt your head in confusion, What was he planning?

A gasp escapes your lips as Myles firmly grabs you waist tightly. His big hands pull you against him harshly. Instantly his lips lock with yours, showcasing deep desire as his kisses you. Your eyes widen momentarily before you surrender, closing them gently and placing a hand on his chest.

You wrap your arms around Myles' neck, deepening the kiss, your tongues intertwining desperately. He tastes so sweet, like slightly burnt caramel. Your body molds into his, feeling the hard contours of his muscled yet lean chest beneath your palm as you press into him.

You let out a soft whine against his lips, the sound echoing with a mix of pleasure and longing. Your breaths become heavy, synchronized with the intensity of the moment. Your mind becomes fuzzy, confused how you got to this point.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?"

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?"

“Why not just practice the having the real thing wit me?” Myles watched you scoff at the idea and laughs softly.

“I’m serious, ma. C’mon, just for practice, it’ll only be fo a lil bit. Just imagine I’m him” Myles brings his face closer to yours making your noses brush against each other.

“It’ll only be for a sec right?”, you question Myles nods, sensing he’s winning you over. “Promise, mi alma (my soul)”

You nod your head, and that gave him everything he needed.

Now you have your arms wrapped around Miles neck, playing with his braids as he layers kisses across your collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Myles tugs at your shirt rising it up to lay his hand against your waist skin to skin. The heat from his hand placed on your waist shoots heat throughout your body.

You begin to sway, your strength ebbing away as your mind becomes blissfully hazy. Myles, ever attentive, keeps you steady, his hand resting firmly on your back while the other remains securely on your waist. He rises slightly, locking eyes with you, a playful chuckle escaping his lips as he delights in your slightly intoxicated-like state.

“C’mon, mi vida, you can’t be tired yet. I just got you.” he playfully teases, causing your face to twist with confusion. You lean your head into his shoulder leaving kisses along his neck.

Myles takes up your hand and interlocks it with his fingers. He tilts your face up to him. You look into his eyes and see something there, you just can’t tell what. He places kisses laced with adoration across your face, feeling like lighting sparks erupting across your skin.

“Mami, I haven’t always been the nicest to you, I admit that, but I also wanna admit that I-“

Right on cue, you once again hear the steps of someone walking towards the room. It must be Miles finishing his shower.

Your suddenly feel a wash of consciousness rush through your senses as you try to shuffle and fix your wrinkled clothing and correct your shriveled hair. Myles watches you and smirks at your attempt to clean up.

Miles soon steps into the room wearing a fresh set of clothes, “Sorry it took me so long, I got way into my shower playlist haha. You ready to sta-“ He eyes land on you and Myles, you watch as his face turns to confusion.

“Imma take that as my sign to leave” Myles gets up and heads to the doorway and starts to head out, before he turns his neck around to say one more thing. “I’ll see you around, ma. Let me know if you ever need more practice aight?”

EXTRA: You hurriedly shuffle to your backpack to go get your notebooks and supplies you usually use for your study sessions. As you do that Miles can’t help but watch as his brother slowly struts out the room pride written all over his face. Miles swore that as his twin left the room his could see a lipstick stain adorning Myles’ neck.

ENDING A/N: Thank you for reading this- Ion know if imma keep writing I just felt like making this at 2 am lol. Also please lmk if this is fast paced or not, that was on my mind while writing this whole thing. 💀 Love ya’ll babes <3

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[alyyybrooke]

wake up

anika kayoko x fem!reader

The sound of sirens blared from outside of the apartment complex. Finally. You looked down to the girl in your arms, her breathing shallow. The bleached white streaks of her hair were now tainted with sticky, crimson red. Her eyes were closed, and she was unresponsive. She didn’t have much time. Blood still steadily oozed out of her stomach, even with the pressure from your hands. You tried not to think about it, tried not to think about the fact that she might not survive.

Loud footsteps stormed through the hallways, and paramedics burst through the door. 

“Ma’am you have to let go.” a voice distantly said. But you didn’t want to. You needed to save her, you couldn’t let go, or she would die.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you off of her. It was Danny.

“No!” you screamed. “Let me go! I need to- I need to-” tears streaked down your face.

The paramedics formed a wall, effectively barricading you from her. Words of meaningless comfort spewed from their mouths, trying to reassure you that they knew what they were doing. 

“Y/N. It’ll be okay, alright? She’ll be okay, but they need to take her to a hospital,” Sam told you.

She opened her arms for a comforting hug, and you threw yourself in her embrace. The adrenaline was fading away, and the reality that Anika could die was sinking in. You sobbed uncontrollably as they rolled her away on a stretcher. Away from you.

“I need to- I need to go,” you mumbled before tearing yourself away from Sam. You sprinted down the dingy steps of the complex and raced to your car. Your friends tried to stop you, warned you it was too dangerous, that Ghostface could still be out there, but you didn’t care. You needed to make sure Anika was okay. 

The drive to the hospital was thankfully quick. You ran to the front desk, your shoulders heaving as you panted for breath. 

“I need- I need to see Anika,” you told the woman behind the desk.

Her eyes widened as she got a good look at you. Your hands and clothes were covered in Anika’s blood and dozens of bruises adorned your skin.

“My god. What the hell?” she asked incredulously. She stood up a little to get a better look at you.

“I’m fine. Just please- where is Anika? Anika Kayoko? She just got here. She-” Her eyes softened when you started to tear up again. “Please? I need to- need to be with her.”

“Well she was just rushed to the ER, and she’ll be in surgery for a while, so unfortunately you can’t see her until we get her results. You can wait outside her room if you’d like.”

❖  ❖  ❖

The wait was extremely long. You sat there for hours, leg jiggling nervously. Your phone was blowing up, undoubtedly your friends wondering where you were, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the girl in the room in front of you, hopefully getting better.

The sight of Anika on the ladder flashed in your head over and over again. The pitch black, eyeless sockets of Ghostface’s mask staring at you as they shook the ladder violently. The rattle of it as it banged against the window sill. The sobs of fear and pain from Anika. The blood on her hands smeared all over yours, making it extremely difficult to pull her across. You were just barely able to save her, before the ladder gave and toppled to the concrete below, a second later and Anika would have joined it. The thought of her falling to her death terrified you. It was a pure miracle that Anika made it across.

The door opened, startling you from your thoughts. The doctor who stepped outside looked grim. Your heart instantly sank.

“Are you Miss L/N?” he asked politely, holding up a clipboard. You nodded in fear. His next words would make or break you. Your heart pounded in your ears.

“The surgery went well…” you immediately let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “...but we had to put her in a coma, and it is uncertain when she’ll wake up.”

“Can I see her?” you asked softly. He nodded and smiled. “But, she lost a lot of blood. When she wakes up she’ll be very weak.”

He opened the door for you and your heart sank again. There she was, hooked up to dozens of machines. Her eyes were closed peacefully and she was tucked into the covers. The beeping of her heart monitor sounded steadily throughout the room, a pleasant reminder that she was alive. 

You sat in the chair next to her bed and took her hand, squeezing it softly. Your thumb brushed over her knuckles, and you fiddled with the rings on her fingers. Standing up, you pressed a light kiss to her forehead, then scooted your chair closer to her. Exhaustion was inevitably settling in your bones. You rested your head against her thigh, your eyelids growing heavy, and you slowly began to fall asleep. 

“Goodnight, Anika.”

❖  ❖  ❖

Sunlight shining directly in your eyes woke you up. For a moment, you forgot where you were. But the beeping of Anika’s monitor quickly grounded you. She was still asleep. Her breaths were calm and steady. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of missed calls and texts. Sighing, you pressed Tara’s contact info and called her.

She answered after the first ring. 

“Where the fuck have you been, Y/N?! We thought you were dead!” she shouted over the phone. You winced at the volume of her voice.

“Sorry. I’m in the hospital with Anika,” you mumbled, still rubbing exhaustion out of your eyes.

“So she’s okay?”

“Yeah. But she’s in a coma, so I don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

“Okay. Well we have a plan to get Ghostface. Are you gonna come?”

“No. I wanna stay with her.”

“Okay.”

“Be safe, Tar.”

“You too.”

You sighed and put your phone down, looking back at Anika. 

“Please wake up, my love,” you whispered. No response. “Please. Wake up,” you begged. Nothing.

You grabbed her hand and leaned into it, kissing each finger softly. About to press your lips to the back of her hand, you stopped when you felt her index finger twitch. You snapped your gaze to look at her face, desperately searching for any signs of movement. Nothing changed. Her eyes were still closed, the rise and fall of her chest consistent. But it was still a sign. Soon enough she would be awake. Smiling softly, you rubbed your hand along her forearm, and rested against her bed once more.

It was still early. Might as well get a few more hours of much needed sleep.

❖  ❖  ❖

It’s been two weeks since Anika’s finger twitched. Sam and Tara had fought and defeated the trio of Ghostfaces, each revealed identity surprising you more. You never really trusted Ethan, but you really thought that Quinn was dead.

You’ve visited Anika everyday, and every time you walked through the door to her room, your heart was filled with hope, only to be crushed again. Your friends visited her too, but not nearly as much as you. In fact they were more worried about you. Eating and sleeping was last on your list of priorities, and your mental health has all but depleted. The doctors at the hospital have given up on enforcing their visiting hour policy after you practically begged on your knees for them to let you stay. 

You’ve basically moved into the hospital. Every night you sat in that same chair beside her and slept, resting your head against her unmoving body. More often than not, you cried yourself to sleep. You missed Anika so much, it hurt. All you wanted was to curl up in her arms, to hear her soothing soft voice, to feel her skin against yours. Though she was literally right beside you, it seemed miles away and out of reach. 

And as if her being in a coma wasn’t enough, every time you close your eyes and rest, nightmares plague you. You had watched her die. Over and over again. You’d see her fall off the ladder. You’d see her stabbed to death. You’d even see Ghostface attacking you both in the hospital. It wasn’t impossible. It happened to Tara. All because of a stupid black and white mask. It was almost routine for you to startle yourself awake, gasping for air, a thick layer of sweat coating your whole body. And all you had for comfort was Anika’s lifeless body in the dark, empty hospital room, and her constant ringing heart monitor.

You hated the nightmares so much that you tried to avoid sleep entirely. Your diet now consists of one meal a day and two energy drinks. Now, as you sat beside her, your body was shaking with drug induced energy, and your eyelid twitches every few seconds. It’s been two days since you’ve slept. 

Hours went by. Your body began to slowly shut off on its own. You sighed and reached into your bag for another Red Bull. But your hand grasped nothing. 

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You could go out and buy more, but even the idea of driving all the way to the store was exhausting. 

One way or another, you would be sleeping tonight.

❖  ❖  ❖

You slowly woke up to the familiar sensation of your hair being combed. Nails scratched gently against your scalp, soft fingers threading tenderly through your hair. You figured it was Tara or Sam visiting you, trying to offer whatever comfort they could.

You groggily opened your eyes, expecting to see one of your friend’s faces, but instead you were met with someone else. Her.

Breath faltering, you rubbed your eyes to check if you were imagining things. But no, it was really her. Her lips were curled in a perfect smile, her eyes crinkling in joy as she gently stroked her thumb over your cheek.

“Hi,” she croaked weakly.

Tears instantly welled in your eyes, and you jumped out of the chair to get closer to her. You rested your forehead against hers and kissed her nose. 

“You’re finally awake,” you sobbed, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks. She quickly wiped them away.

“Please don’t cry,” she whispered. Her bottom lip came out in a pout, and her eyes saddened as she took in your appearance.

Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and dark circles lay beneath them. 

“What do you expect? You've been in a damn coma for two weeks.”

She giggled, then grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a much needed kiss. Both of your lips were severely chapped, and her breath was admittedly unpleasant, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that did was her lips on yours. You’ve craved this desperately. After two weeks of her unresponsiveness, she was finally awake. Finally back to you.

“I’m gonna call a nurse, okay?” you told her after pulling away.

The nurse checked all of her vitals and checked her healing surgery wounds, making sure she was recovering. Before she left she told you Anika could come home in a few days. 

“Do you want me to tell the group?” you asked Anika, approaching her bed. 

“Nah, not right now. Just come lay with me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine. Just come here.”

You smiled and carefully got into the hospital bed beside her. She rested her head on your chest and leaned into your embrace. You kissed her head in pure delight.

“Is it weird that I kinda wanna take a nap right now?”

She turned her head to look at you, waiting for your response, but it never came. You were already asleep. She laughed softly and pressed a kiss to your head. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

How Sam would would be as your girlfriend (Part 4)

One night while celebrating Christmas Eve Sam could not keep her eyes off you

You and Sam have kept the relationship between you and her private

And sam didnt wanna tell her sister Tara either

You were drinking a soda and put the can of Pepsi on the table on a napkin

Sam didnt wanna tell anyone else that you're her girlfriend because

She wants you all to herself

You saw the piano and sat down and started playing a song.

You sang a song you wrote about your girlfriend Sam and the

Fact that you and her gotta keep the relationship private but you dont want to so

After you sang the song everyone just looked at you

"Is it true Sam?" Tara asked. "Are you and (Y/n) are in a relationship?" Tara asked her sister.

Sam nodded. "Yeah".

Everyone looked at you for confirmation.

You nodded too. "I'm in love with Sam. I always have been since I first saw her". You said.

Sam smiled at her girlfriend.

And you smiled too at Sam

"Awwwww!!" Everyone said

"Sam! Why didn't you tell us that you had a girlfriend?" Tara asked. "I'm totally okay with it!"

Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"I dont have a problem with you being with (Y/n). She also makes a good cup of iced coffee". Said Chad.

"That's where me and Sam met". You said

Anika smiled. And so did Mindy

"I'm okay with you having a girlfriend. Love is love". Said Mindy.

"Awww you met Sam at work! That's cute!!' Anika said to you. "(Y/n) is a cutie Sam has good taste!" Anika said.

And everyone heard Quinn having sex with some guy

You giggled

"Well", said Ethan. "At least Quinn is sex positive".

"Or so she says!" You said jokingly.

Everyone laughed.

"That was a beautiful song by the way baby". Sam said to you

You smiled at your girlfgirlfriend Sam.

She kissed you in front of everyone and you kissed her back

Sam loves to hold you

You never wanna be out of Sams's arms

You're like a little kid when you're around Sam

You love to make grabby hands at Sam so she can hold you so tight

And when Sam does you have an amazing sleep

And no nightmares

When you Sam go shopping at the mall in the month of December

Sam buys you an early Christmas present

And you buy Sam an early Christmas present

Sam can never go a day without saying she loves you

Because

Shes so madly in love with you!!

And you always want her and need her so

You're so crazy about her and

You love to cuddle up on Sam

Because you feel so safe with her