#kirby reed fanfic

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Feeling Like I Never Should

read part II here

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker

summary: kirby is your best friend, which is why she knows you and charlie will never get together without a little outside help.

wc: 3077

warnings: fem!reader, inexperienced!reader, inexperienced!charlie, dom!kirby(?), cursing/swearing, descriptions of alcohol & alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie, virginity loss

a/n: this is kinda very kirby centered but for good reason

Kirby is your best friend, and as your best friend she knows exactly when you need a push. Especially when it comes to Charlie. She loved to make the two of you squirm, to tease, to torment, until you were both a mess. 

You like Charlie, maybe more than a friend should, but his obvious feelings for Kirby have stopped you from ever pursuing him as anything more than a friend. But Kirby knows something you don’t, that no matter how much she heckles or taunts Charlie, no one makes him squirm like you do. 

His logic isn’t half bad, feign interest in her so that you don’t suspect his feelings for you, but one thing the dweeb never considered is that you might reciprocate his feelings. It’d be cute how oblivious the two of you are if it wasn’t so pathetic. Both of you pining over the other, too afraid to make a move. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Kirby asks you, shutting your locker abruptly and startling you.

“Please stop doing that,” you groan, ever the unexpecting victim of Kirby’s jumpscares. 

“You know I can’t,” Kirby says, disregarding your request. “So, any special Friday night plans?” 

“I’m alone again this weekend, so probably just takeout and—” you begin to say, but Kirby interrupts you. 

“And a rager?” She suggests jokingly. 

“No,” you shoot down her idea quickly, even if she wasn’t being serious. “Charlie wants to come over to plan Stab-A-Thon and my sister left behind some werewolf trilogy so we’re probably gonna watch that,” you answer, bracing yourself for Kirby’s response. 

“Sounds like a hot date,” she says sarcastically, reveling in your involuntary embarrassed reactions.

“Shut up. Why are you asking?” You say, changing the subject. 

“Because Jill, Olivia, and I are going to a party and I thought I’d extend an invitation, but you have plans. So, invitation withdrawn,” she answers, a teasing lilt in her voice. 

“You’re just gonna end up watching guys fawn over Olivia and Jill spend the entire time on the couch with Trevor,” you tell her, knowing that inevitably she will show up at your house sometime after two in the morning, drunk off her ass and complaining about how lame the party was. 

“At least there’ll be some free booze. See you later!” Kirby says before walking away. 

It doesn’t take long for you and Charlie to plan Stab-A-Thon for the third year in a row, sharing Chinese takeout while going over location, equipment, and all the other small details of the club’s most notorious event. Pretty soon you’re both sprawled over your couch, dissecting the first movie that your sister described as a feminist cult classic, your legs resting comfortably over Charlie’s lap. 

“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby yells, interrupting the second movie, letting herself in with a copy of your house key that you gave her freshman year. “And I’m really drunk!”

“Is that Kirby?” Charlie asks when you pause the movie, confused. 

“Yeah, I guess she decided to bail on the party early,” you say, getting up to bring her to the den. 

“Ugh, you were right,” Kirby says when you meet her at your front door, struggling to take off her shoes. “Olivia left with some guy and Jill barely let go of Trevor’s arm. But I got this!” She says, kicking off her shoes and holding up a bottle of tequila. 

“I don’t think you need anymore of that, come on, I’ll get you some water,” you say, leading her to the living room. 

“Charlie! How’s the werewolf trilogy?” You hear Kirby ask while you go to the kitchen to get her water. 

“Basically a high-budget snuff film,” you catch the end of Charlie’s thoughts on the movie when you come back with a water bottle for Kirby. 

“Ooh, will it be brought up at the next club meeting?” Kirby asks, pulling your back to her chest when you join them on the couch, resting her chin over your shoulder. 

“Maybe,” Charlie says, taking a swig of the tequila Kirby must have given him while you were in the kitchen. 

“Drink some water, you need to sober up,” you tell Kirby, twisting in her hold to raise the now open water bottle to her lips. 

“And you need to loosen up,” Kirby says, drinking the water reluctantly. 

“Only if you drink some water,” you say, handing her the plastic bottle. 

“That’s my girl!” She cheers, drinking more water while you turn back around to face Charlie. 

Your fingers brush against Charlie’s when you take the tequila from him, lifting the heavy bottle to drink the unpleasant clear liquid. It burns as it goes down your throat, settling hot in your stomach, the heat seeping throughout your body. Your face scrunches at the bitter taste, and you already know Kirby’s gonna have something to say about that. 

“Aw, do you need a chaser?” She teases, wrapping her arms around your waist, empty water bottle dropped to the floor. 

“Something tells me you didn’t bring any,” you rasp, relinquishing the bottle back to Charlie. 

“It’s not so bad,” Charlie says after taking another drink.

“I’ve had better,” you say, nursing the bottle, keeping it away from Kirby as she playfully bites your shoulder. 

Without mixers, it’s not long before half the bottle is gone and you and Charlie are about equal to Kirby’s somewhat less intoxicated state. The movie is long forgotten, frozen at the end of the first act. The three of you are squished at one end of the couch, you’re slumped against Kirby, legs thrown over Charlie’s lap, listening to Kirby’s drunken rundown of the party she left and how she stole the bottle.

“Hold on, I gotta pee,” she says, pushing you off of her to run to the bathroom. 

“Sorry,” you say, hearing Charlie groan when you’re shoved onto his lap. 

“No, you’re fine,” he says, hoping you don’t realize the hard situation he’s in. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna finish the trilogy tonight,” you giggle, laying back where Kirby was seated. 

“Definitely not,” he says, hands nervously resting over your thighs.

“I’m back!” Kirby announces her return, and you sit up to let her return to her spot.

“That was fast,” you say, shifting halfway on Charlie’s lap, too distracted by Kirby to notice him throwing his head back, his hands just barely gripping your skin.

“God, you’re such a tease,” she says, pulling you off of his lap and towards her once she’s sat. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, relaxing into her hold.

“Look what you’re doing to him,” she says, redirecting your focus to Charlie. “He’s pitching a tent just from you crawling over him like a little minx.”

“That’s not—” he tries to deny it, face flushing from being called out, but Kirby cuts him off. 

“Are you gonna help him out with his problem or not?” She asks you, both you and Charlie shocked by her words. 

“D-Do you want me to help you?” You ask him, head fuzzy from the night’s turn of events.

“Yes,” Charlie answers, and as soon as the word leaves his lips Kirby is pushing you onto his lap. 

Your thighs straddle his hips, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders from being moved so abruptly. Looking between them, you’re unsure of what to do, but as your best friend, Kirby already knows of your lack of experience. She moves closer to the two of you, cupping your cheek and turning your head to face her. Leaning in, she presses her lips to yours, kissing you wantonly. You return the kiss, albeit a bit sloppily, lips parting when her tongue swipes at your bottom lip, licking into your mouth. She pulls away soon after, not wanting you to forget about Charlie.

“Kiss him like that,” she instructs you, turning your head back to face him. 

You lean in, goosebumps rising across your skin as a shiver tingles down your spine from his intent gaze, pupils dilated from lust and alcohol. Pressing your lips to his, you copy Kirby’s movements the best you can, kissing him sensuously. He kisses you back hungrily, as if he wished to devour you. When your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, he parts his lips just as you did for Kirby, and follows your lead as your tongue meets his. The makeout is messy, both of you new to the act, and Kirby takes the opportunity to move Charlie’s hands to your hips from where they rested on your thighs. 

“Move her however you like,” she whispers in his ear, giving him the go-ahead to grind you on his crotch. 

Charlie’s hands move your hips slowly, his own hips bucking up to meet yours as you whine into his mouth. He’s not quiet either, low moans escaping him at the lewd acts unfolding. Your nails scratch at the fabric of his flannel, supporting yourself with his shoulders as heat pools in your core. Despite the layers between the two of you, the friction is just enough for a wet patch to appear in your panties.

“Alright, calm down, greedy boy,” Kirby says, pulling you away from the kiss by your shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you finishing before the main event,” she teases, having heard the desperation in his voice as the two of you began to get lost in pleasure. 

“Be nice,” you tell her, the words slipping out without thought. 

“You want me to be nice?” She asks, her mouth stretching into a devious smile. “Come here,” she says, scooting to the edge of the couch, back to the armrest, where she sat when she first arrived. 

You make your way towards her, letting her flip you around to face Charlie when you get close, your back to her chest like before. Her fingers play with the hem of your top, soft lips brushing against your skin as she leans forward, whispering in your ear to lift your arms. You do as she says, arms rising above your head, and she pulls up your top, exposing you to Charlie. He’s watching attentively, you can feel his stare hardening when your bra comes into view, fabric lifting over your head and being thrown to the side. 

“Come closer, Charlie,” Kirby says, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, moving closer to the two of you, slotting himself between your legs. “Isn’t she pretty?” Kirby asks, fondling you over your bra, and your breath hitches from her actions. 

“Yes, she’s very pretty,” he says, voice low and airy. 

“Do you wanna play with her tits?” Kirby asks, pulling the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts. “Go ahead,” she says, when Charlie only responds with a nod.

His hands are surprisingly cold, a shock to your overheated skin. Kirby undoes your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and stripping you of the last garment on your upper body before placing her hands on top of Charlie’s. She guides his hands to be less gentle, and you watch through hooded lids as he lowers his head to your chest. 

His tongue flicks over your pert nipples, testing for your reaction, continuing when he hears your soft whines. Kirby pulls his hair back, giving you a better view as he mouths at your tits, licking and sucking your hardened buds, skin shining from his spit. She pulls him away from you harshly by his hair, holding him in place.

“If you wanna get your dick wet, you need to prep her,” Kirby says, letting go of him. “Take these off for her,” she instructs, snapping the waistband of your shorts and panties against you. 

You lift your hips so that he can pull your bottoms off, and he accidentally pulls you closer to him, your head sliding down to rest against Kirby’s stomach. She doesn’t say anything, watching him push your legs up to slide the last of your clothes off. You’ve got your thighs pressed together tightly, feeling vulnerable being the only one naked, but Kirby doesn’t allow that for long. She forces your legs apart, giving Charlie a clear view of your wet cunt. 

“This,” she says, one hand trailing down to spread your folds with two fingers. “Is her clit, play with it right and you both get a prize,” she continues, rubbing tight circles on the bud, making you mewl as your hips buck for more. “Be patient,” Kirby warns you, pulling her fingers away to hold your hips down, ignoring the whimper you let out from the loss of friction. 

Charlie’s fingers replace Kirby’s, messy circles leaving you breathless as you moan quietly. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you don’t see him moving down until his mouth meets your core. He licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the bud experimentally between his lips. You’re left keening from his actions, Kirby’s hands keeping your thighs from shutting around his head and hips rolling for more.

“Good boy,” Kirby coos from behind you, watching Charlie eat your pussy like a man starved. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. “Now stretch her hole with your fingers,” Kirby instructs, ignoring your hands gripping the wrist of her hand holding your hips down.

Charlie slides a finger in tentatively, stroking your walls gently. You’re a whiny mess, begging for more, sweet voice echoing through the room. He slips another finger in, your tight walls sucking him in greedily. His thick fingers prod deep inside you, massaging a spot that has your stomach twisting in pleasure.

“Charlie,” you moan his name, breathing heavy as he fucks you open with his fingers, face flushing in embarrassment when you hear your pussy squelching lewdly. 

“Is he making you feel good?” Kirby asks, and you nod quickly, thighs trembling as she holds your legs open. “Is he doing a good job?” She asks, enjoying the way you struggle to muster even a non-verbal response as you do your best to nod. “No, use your words, hon. Tell him how good he’s making you feel, how good of a job he’s doing,” she says, watching your glossy eyes meet Charlie’s. 

“Feels so good, Charlie,” you say between ragged breaths, mewling when he thrusts his fingers harder. “You’re doing such a good job!” You cry, ears ringing and gripping Kirby’s arm tighter as you begin to teeter over the edge. 

“Stop,” Kirby says, and you whine at the empty feeling when Charlie pulls his fingers out, your orgasm ruined. “Shh, don’t worry, love. You’ll get to come,” she reassures you, massaging your thighs. “Take your clothes off, Charlie,” she instructs him, and he wastes no time stripping. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he says, down to his boxers, slowly moving back to where he was between your legs.

“You don’t need one, you’re both virgins and she’s on the pill,” Kirby says, pushing him to sit back to cushion, moving you onto his lap. 

Your thighs shake when you straddle him this time, nothing separating the two of you now. His dick is pretty, pale with a pink, almost red, tip, shiny from leaking pre. He’s got a protruding vein on the underside, you lick your lips wishing you could trace it instead, a trimmed dark patch of curls trailing up. 

“Spit,” Kirby says, interrupting your thoughts, holding your hand up to your mouth. “Good girl,” she praises you when you let your saliva dribble into the palm of your hand. “You’re lucky,” Kirby says to you, wrapping your hand around Charlie’s dick. “To have such a pretty cock as your first,” she finishes, pumping your fist leisurely around him. 

The sight of Charlie is sinful, almost pornographic moans slipping past kiss-swollen lips. His hair is a little messy from Kirby’s rough handling, blue eyes glistening as he watches Kirby move your hand around him, hips desperately meeting yours for more. But Kirby reminds him who’s in charge, hand holding him in place just as she did you before stopping your movements altogether. 

“Now sit,” Kirby says, pulling your hips up and lining him up with your entrance.

Charlie’s hands hold onto your hips as you sink further down, thick head stretching your hole as you lower. It’s not as painful as so many of your friends had said when they told you about their first time, moreso uncomfortable as his shaft stretches you wider than his fingers prepared you for. Your mouth is open in a silent cry, gravity forcing you further down and it feels like you’re being split apart.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asks when you’re fully seated, hands kneading your hips comfortingly.

“Yeah,” you answer, getting used to the full feeling, gaze shifting to Kirby’s, a question in your eyes.

“Ride him,” Kirby says, hands on top of Charlie’s, guiding you up and down his cock. 

Your hands find themselves on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you’re bounced on his lap. You moan wantonly as the two of you move together, pleasure zinging through your bodies each time your hips slam down. Kirby removes her hands from Charlie’s, one instead softly tracing across your lower back as you lose yourself, trembling as he thrusts up to meet your movements. 

A string of expletives leave his mouth, a whispered groan as he no doubt nears his release. It’s cute, Kirby thinks, how desperate the two of you are to finish. You hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder, hands tugging at his hair as your hips struggle to keep up with his punishing pace, moaning incoherently into his skin. 

But Kirby can’t have that, so she sneaks a hand between your bodies, rubbing frantic circles on your clit. Your whole body tenses up, taut like a string, biting into Charlie’s shoulder to muffle your wail as your release sprays against his stomach and thighs. He fucks you through it, despite your walls tightening to push him out, hips jerking as he pulls you down one last time, coming inside you.

Kirby is your best friend, but even in her drunken state she can recognize that maybe that’s not a good enough excuse for what she did tonight. Driving you into Charlie’s arms just because she doesn’t have the balls to admit she’s in love with you is somehow worse than Charlie’s misdirection strategy. But that’s a problem for hungover Kirby, she thinks.

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Hallway Crush

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining

PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual

A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife

As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.

"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,

Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.

"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,

Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,

Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.

"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,

To which a return the favor with a middle finger.

"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,

Watching me walk away.

"Completely uninterested in your existence"

"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,

Unashamed of his delusion.

I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,

I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.

I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.

"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.

"Hi"

"Hi", she greeted sweetly,

I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.

"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,

"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"

"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,

Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.

"Thanks"

"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"

I hesitate for a moment.

"Well-"

"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"

"No!"

My suddeness catching her off-guard.

"I mean, I don't...have to study"

She raises her eyebrows at me.

"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"

"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,

Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.

"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"

"Yes", I replied,

Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.

"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,

Walking off.

Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.

~

The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.

Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.

Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.

Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-

"(Y/N)!"

Fuck, too late.

I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.

"Come on", she says over the loud music,

I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.

"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,

As I took a seat next to her.

"Of course not", I replied,

Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.

"You look really good", she says,

Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.

"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,

It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.

"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,

"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,

Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.

We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.

"Okay okay"

"Hm?"

"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,

Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.

"Sorry!", I exclaimed,

Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, you're just really funny"

She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.

"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,

Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.

"Ignore them"

I smile and discard of the used napkin.

"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,

"Sure"

We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.

"Want some?"

"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"

That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.

"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,

Pouring herself a new glass.

"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,

I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-

"(Y/N)?"

Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,

Leaning closer towards me.

"Nothing", I say,

She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.

"Are you sure?", she pressed on,

Taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.

Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.

It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.

Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.

"Finally", she whispered,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,

Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.

"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"

I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.

The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.

"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."

She gives me a worried expression.

"I've never...like..."

That's when it hit her.

"You're a virgin", she relaxes,

I nod shyly.

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,

"No, I am!", I say,

"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,

She cups my face.

"Do you want me to show you?"

I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.

"Yes...please", I pleaded,

"Okay", she smiles,

Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.

I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.

"God, you really are perfect", she praised,

As I grinned in excitement.

I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.

"Don't do that", she says,

Gently moving my head to face her.

"You don't have to hide anything from me"

She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.

Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.

Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.

"So good for me", she mumbled,

Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.

"Can I?", she questioned,

As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.

"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,

The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"Yes", I answer,

Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.

I could already feel my knees going weak.

"You taste so good", she praises.

Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.

Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.

"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,

Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.

That was all she needed to hear.

She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.

It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.

"Come here", she says,

Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.

"K-Kirby"

"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.

It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.

I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.

"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,

Making me giggle against her.

"Hey"

"Mm?"

"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"

"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,

About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.

"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,

"But for now, I was thinking..."

She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.

"Is that-"

"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,

Taking the strap on out.

"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"

I bite back a smile and look back up at her.

"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"

"I am", I cut off,

"I trust you"

She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.

"But...", I pull away,

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,

Making her laugh to herself.

I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.

She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.

She smiles and takes my hand.

"That makes the two of us", she smiles,

Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.

"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"

"I won't", I promised,

"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"

"I know. I trust you"

"Okay", she says,

Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.

She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.

"Don't do that", she whispers,

Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.

"It'll make it hurt", she warns,

"Deep slow breathes, baby"

I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.

"There she is", she praised.

She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

Once I was ready for more, I let her know.

"Y-You can move", I whine.

She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.

Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.

"So needy", she teased,

Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.

With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.

As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.

She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.

"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"

Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.

She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.

"Shhh", she comforted,

Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.

It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.

"Think you could spend the night?"

"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,

"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,

Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,

"No no no no no, you called me something"

"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,

"Well, don't you wanna be?"

"Yes!", I squeal,

Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.

"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,

Tucking my hair behind my ear.

Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Kirby Reed Masterlist

none yet!

[nicklesbam]

Hi I don’t know if you write poly but if you do could I request some Sam x Kirby x f reader smut please!

of course! I've never heard of this poly relationship, sounds like a lot of fun though. Mind you I haven't written smut in a long while and idk if it'll be good but enjoy

Tonight was movie night and you were with your two favorite girls. Your girlfriends Sam and kirby. You met them both while you were getting food and you couldn't tear your eyes away from them, it's been amazing ever since

"Y/n honey can you scoot a little closer" kirby asked politely. Y/n hummed and moved closer by a few inches but kirby wasn't satisfied

Kirby placed her hand on your hip and pulled y/n closer. Y/n giggled and turned to one of her two amazing girlfriends. She turned to Sam and waved at her to come closer also. Sam took the hint and moved to her girlfriends

While y/n was focused on the movie, Kirby turned to Sam and raised her brows. Sam scoffed out a laugh

"What?" Y/n turned to Sam. Sam smiled at her sweet girlfriend

"Nothing sweetheart" Sam grabbed her face and turned it to the TV. Y/n thought nothing of it and continued with their movie. Sam looked to kirby who was biting her lip, she nodded at the blonde as a 'yes'

"Honey, come sit on my lap" y/n smiled at kirby and immediately sat on her lap. Kirby smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek

"Good girl" y/n turned red at the phrase

"Keep watching, this is where it gets interesting" kirby points to the TV that now has y/n's attention. Sam moved and sat right next to them, placing her hand on y/n's thigh

Kirby moved some of her hair out of the way and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Y/n let out a tiny sigh. Sam started inching her hand up y/n's thigh until it was so close to her panty line

Y/n felt her need grow strong for the two of them. She tried refocusing on the movie but kirby started leaving little kisses everywhere on her neck. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes

"Something wrong baby?" Sam questioned with feigned innocence

"N-No, everything is fine" she smiled to her girlfriend, trying to stay calm and nor blow her cover

Y/n's need grew even more until she couldn't take it, she needed friction. Y/n started to move her hips back and forth on kirbys thigh. Kirby turned to Sam with a smirk

Kirby grabbed y/n's hips to still them

"What are you doing?" She questioned, trying to sound serious. Y/n froze, her cheeks turning red. Y/n stayed quiet and looked to Sam. Sam held y/ns cheek while y/n looked to her with pleading eyes

"Speak up honey" Sam told her, smoothing her thumb on y/n's cheek

"I- I want you" y/n looked between the two. Kirby smiled and pushed her on the end of the couch

"There was that so hard?" Kirby teased their girlfriend. Y/n blushed more at her girlfriends antics. She tried to cover her face but Sam took them away

"Don't cover that beautiful face" y/n smiled at the compliment. Sam leaned in and kissed her girlfriend while kirby started kissing up her neck to her jaw

Sam's kisses always felt so sensual, like she could kiss her forever and never come up for air. They pulled apart and y/n was in bliss already

Kirby turned her cheek towards her and their lips locked. Kirby's kisses always felt so exciting and electric, y/n couldn't get enough of it

While they were kissing Sam started to kiss her way down y/n's stomach. Sam unbuttoned y/n's shorts and tugged them down. Y/n already had her arousal showing through her panties

"Aww is this for us?" Sam asked while smirking. Y/n and kirby pulled apart and y/n nodded quickly. Sam licked a stripe up through her panties. Y/n whined wanting more. Kirby lifted the front of y/n's shirt

"No bra. You can prepared" kirby chuckled. Y/n sighed as her nipples hardened under the cool air

Kirby started sucking on it harshly. Y/n let out a soft moan. Sam tugged her panties off and started sucking on her clit. Y/n moaned and threw her head back. Sam started licking patterns on her clit

Y/n moved her hands to grab onto Sam's hair. Y/n tugged on her hair making Sam grunt

Kirby started to bite little marks onto y/n's breasts. Y/n started moaning louder. She turned to kirby

"I wanna taste you, please, I wanna taste you so bad" kirby smiled brightly

"How could i say no when you ask so nicely?" Kirby removed her shirt and started unbottoning her pants. Sam started licking y/n's hole

"Oh my God yes, please, please" y/n started begging for her not to stop. Kirby threw her pants across the room. She placed herself over y/n and moved her panties aside

As soon as kirby moved them y/n grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto y/n's face. Y/n started licking into her like a starved person

"Oh my God, yes baby. Doing so good f'me" kirby moaned pushing her hands through her girlfriends hair

Y/n started moaning into kirby, kirby couldn't help but lean over in ecstasy. Y/n felt the familiar feeling build up inside her. She had to pull away from kirby to breathe. She grabbed Sam's hair again

"I'm about to cum. Please make me cum, feels so good" y/n's voice got higher and her breaths quicker. She squeezed her eyes shut and held onto to Sam's head for support

Y/n felt herself cum while Sam keeps going. Her legs shaking and eyes rolled back. Sam pulled away

"You look so pretty, all a mess for me" Sam spoke. Y/n's juices all over her mouth and chin. Y/n took a second to breathe again

Y/n grabbed onto kirby's thighs and pulled her back down starting again. Kirby moaned in surprise. Sam stood up, taking her clothes off quickly. Kirby turned to her and motioned her over

Sam stood in front of Kirby as the girl leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hungry and rushed

Kirby pulled back and started to lick around Sam's nipple. Kirby moaned out when y/n had her so close to the edge

"Keeo going, like that" kirby had to hold the side of the couch for support as her breaths got shorter and her legs started shaking. Sam couldn't be more turned on from the sight of her two girlfriends cumming, their faces looked so lewd

As kirby came y/n started to lick and suck harder at her clit. Once kirby was done cumming y/n got up

"Your turn" y/n turned to Sam and grabbed her hand, leading her to lie down on the couch again. Y/n spread her legs apart and looked in awe at her body

Y/n's hand traveled up her thigh slowly. Sam squirmed in anticipation. Kirby got up and walked over to Sam, leaning over her shoulder to continue her work on Sam's breasts

Sam got distracted by kirby and that's when y/n saw the opportunity to dive in. Y/n started working furiously, Sam moaned out loud. Sam's hands traveled down to y/n's hair and started bucking her hips into the girl

"Thank you baby, so perfect for me. My perfect angel" she started mumbling out words almost incoherently. Y/n slowly moved one of her fingers in and Sam could not be any more in heaven. Y/n moved the finger at a fast pace

"Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me baby" she moaned out with her hips still bucking up. Y/n heard how her moans got louder and knew she was almost there

Y/n moved a second finger in and moved faster than before. Sam's hips wouldn't go down and her grip on y/n's hair would get tighter

She screwed her eyes shut tight as she felt that wave of ecstasy hit. Her moans came out almost pornagraphic. Y/n eased her pace down slowly to make her high last longer

Y/n didn't even notice kirby had left until she came back with a rags

"Need to clean yourselves up" she moved one of Sam's legs and cleaned her up. Sam whined from the sensitivity

Kirby went to y/n next and started cleaning her up. Y/n tried not to whine too much but her sensitivity eased up a bit

"What about you?" Y/n asked in a tired tone. Kirby smiled at her girlfriends worry

"I got myself cleaned up, thank you baby" she kisses her quickly before going to grab blankets

[andsoigotabutterfly]

-Save Me From Her - chapter 3

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: The past comes back to haunt, and it doesn't like the present.

a/n: Hai everybody! Sorry that this took this long to come out, but life has been lifing, and I needed to get a hold of my mental health and stuff like that. Anyways, enjoy!

warnings: amature writing, wounds, stabbing, Canon-typical violance, multiple POV's, mixed POV's, mass homocide, blood, blood, and more blood (also; not proofread. I will, but not yet. When I did, I will remove this. I just wanted to push this out as quick as possible.

“Lolly!”

Her voice was venomous as it echoed through the small room, shivering, and agitated.

“Come ‘ere…”

The voice disintegrated, everything in it becoming shadowy dust, blown away by the wind. Her voice faded as well, as it was taken over by a sound that cut through the very fabric of nature. A scream, loud, horrid, and filled with emotion. Filled with anger, with hate and rancor.

“She was screaming, shouting, and begging for it to end.” The voice sounded from the depths of darkness. “Yet you did nothing!”

Her face emerged from the dredge, emotionless. Her eyes like glass, her mouth ripped open, deep bruises across her features. Dead. Then her voice sounded again, the former emotions snuff from the words she spoke, replaced with sadness. She sounded bitter, heartbroken. Disappointed.

“We could have been happy Y/N. We could have been…”

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Tara was worried about you. Ever since you saw the note, you haven’t been the same. You acted like nothing happened, talked to the cops about the attack whilst soothing her quivering body. They asked about the dead body as well, which you gave the full truth about; that he attacked you two yesterday and that in his drunk state, you could fend him off. With her help you went through about what happened inside the building today, skipping over the personal parts of course.

Even though you kept a straight, composed face, even when you talked calmly, not a hint of trembling present in your voice, she could see through your façade. You were shaken to your core. She saw the slight flinch of your eyes when the name ‘Lolly’ came up, she felt the almost unnoticeable tightening of your grip around her whenever they asked about your wounds. The little motions your lips, your body, they all gave you away. She has never seen you like this. Scared. You weren’t whilst talking back to someone twice your size, not when you defended her yesterday from the drunk, not when you two fled for your lives today. Not when the knife was inches away from your face. Never

Yet now, you were. The reappearance of Ghostface by itself made Tara too, your state had only worsened hers. She was afraid for you. The worry she felt for you overwhelmed every other emotion that would rise in her. She felt like she needed to stay strong, for the both of you. Falling apart was not an option.

After the ambulance patched you up, the cops approached you once more.

“You’ll have to come with us so that we may pick up your statements at the precinct.”

Tara raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t we just tell you what happened?”

“Yes, but to officially record it, we need you to be at the station.”

“But-“ Tara started but your soft, gentle hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“Let’s follow the officers Tara” you said, looking at the young woman. You were composed and confident.

She huffed but gave in to you. “Can I call Sam from your phone please? I left mine in your apartment.”

“Here” you mumbled as you absentmindedly handed her yours from your back pocket.

As Tara started to dial in her sister’s number, she saw it was already saved. At the name she raised her brow again. “Who is ‘Geralt’?

“Oh, it’s her” you say, blushing a little. "It's from Witcher.

“I know, but why is this her name?” she asks, turning the screen towards you.

You shy away from her unwavering gaze, then press the call button and push her hand back towards her face. “Oh, no you won’t escape this-“ she starts but Sam is faster, as she immediately picks up the ringing phone. She hears her voice calling out for her from the other end of the line.

"Tara! I just saw the news. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm on my way and be there as fast as possib-" her unrelenting assault of words is cut off by Tara.

"Sam, calm down and take a breath. I'm uninjured, but Y/N got a nasty cut on her neck. The police want us to go down to the precinct to pick up our statements. Meet us there?"

"Yeah, sounds good! Be careful!"

"Off what? I'll be surrounded by cops for god's sake!"

"We both now that won't stop him" Sam said, voice low and mournful. Flashing memories of the hospital ran through Tara's mind for a second and sent a shiver down her spine. The dead cop, laying limp on the floor with an open throat, the pain and the fear coming back to her all of a sudden. Her senses numbed, not hearing Sam's voice on the other end of the line, the lights becoming blindingly bright, yet she couldn't close or avert her eyes. She was frozen in place, helpless just like when she was crawling away from her. From the one that said she would be always by her side. The one that said whatever the case, she would keep her safe. The one that said she loved her.

She flinched when she felt something touch her and snapped her head backwards. At your sight she calmed, only now noticing, and taking in her surroundings once again. "Okay Sam, I will. Bye" Tara managed to say, then hung up.

"She knew?" your voice was soft, so soft. Why were you this thoughtful with her always? It made her heartbeat faster, making her able to believe she could be normal again. But life always had a way to prove her wrong, doesn't it?

"By now all of the world could now" she gestured behind you, towards the police line where an army of reporters were lined up. You sighed as you noticed them. "We are gonna meet her at the station."

"Then let's get moving." Tara felt your hand on her back, nudging her gently to get to the police car.

You opened the door for her, then scrambled to the other side to do the same for yourself. When you got in and closed the car, the sounds of the outside vanished, a comfortable silence filling the space. The vehicle soundlessly rolled out to the road, the lights of the city blaring by the window that Tara's head was leaned against. The cops in front were chattering quietly, trying not to disturb you two.

The Carpenter felt odd. Out of place. Everything was calm. Nothing should be calm. Ghostface was back. He was here to bring her and her loved one’s pain, suffering, and death. Why her? Then she thought of the note. This wasn't about her. No, you knew what the name meant, it scared you. This wasn't about her she realized. This was about you. She rethought the attack, every little detail she could think of. She was the first one to get called, but that didn't mean much. All the time, he was staring at you with his dead eyes, always attacking you. She remembered the occasions where he could have wounded her, yet he was focused solely on you.

Tara looked over to your side of the backseats, taking in your features again. You were just as disturbed as her, deep in thought and uncomfortable. You would have looked cute if one didn't know about what had happened. Tara saw your pained gaze, could feel that your thoughts were eating you up inside and hated every moment of it. Your usual smile wasn't there to light her up. She missed your crinkling eyes that could melt the coldest frozen hearts, your witty jokes, that you would throw in the worst time possible. So, she tried to distract you.

"I want an answer" she demanded, looking at you with furrowed eyes. She surprised you with speaking up, that she could see. You looked at her, confused and unfocused. "I want an answer" she repeated. You clearly didn't know what she was talking about, but she needed you to get speaking so you wouldn't shut off again.

"What answer?" your voice full of confusion.

"The answer to my question" Tara said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes at her statement. "Which one Tara?"

"Why the hell is my sister saved in your phone as Geralt of Rivia?"

You reddened instantly, looking everywhere but her. "It was mainly meant to be a joke…"

"But?"

You gulped and glanced over to her a few times. She knew her unwavering gaze would brake your resistance, and it did. "Anika pointed out that he resembles some of his attributes." You say, still not looking at her.

"Like what?" Tara asked playfully. You looked like a child caught in the act of stealing cookies from the fridge. You swallowed again, clearly rethinking your life choices since the date of your birth. "Y/N, don't think that I'll let you off the hook this easily."

"She is strong, layered and protective besides being misunderstood and mistreated!" you blurted out, looking straight at her. Once you did, your eyes widened and went pale as a ghost. Tara could feel her smile widening to unimaginable lengths before bursting out in laughter. "I'm only telling the truth here! Don't laugh at me" you pouted. You looked so kissable.

"N- no it's not you it's just" she tried to say in between laughs. "It's just that it's so accurate. She would be fuming if she heard about this."

"And that's why she will never know!" So kissable.

"Oh, I don't know about that" she smirked. "My tongue is in a slippy mood these days…"

"No, Tara I'm serious!" you pleaded, face contorting in fear. "She would kill me! I have barely made it on her list of tolerated people! I don't want to end up-" she cut you off with her lips on yours. Your eyes widened for a moment, taking in what was happening, but she didn't give you enough time to fully comprehend it. She leaned back and watched your gaping face. After you finally shook off the surprise, you smirked at her. "Well, if I end up like this, I don't mind her knowing."

Tara rolled her eyes at you but the butterflies in her stomach rendered her silent. What exactly was this? You kissed her back, that surely meant you liked her too, right? She didn’t have much time to think because you leaned in to kiss her again, this time deepening it. You cupped her cheek with your right hand, whilst the left on found hold on her waist, gently rubbing circles under the fabric. When you had to separate for air, she pressed her forehead against yours, eyes locking with each other.

“I-“ Tara started, but stopped herself. The words she was about to speak didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel enough. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to think up something that would be better.

“I know” you said simply, caressing her face with your fingers. She opened her eyes again, and your heart started beating faster at the sight of them, full of hope and concern. “Me too.”

Your words made the swarm of butterflies in Tara’s stomach grow into a horde. “Since when?”

“Anika told me what you told Mindy” you said with a smirk. “That’s when I really started to hope for it to be true. I never fully believed it until know though.”

“You mean the time when they got together?” At your nod her face reddened. She then narrowed her eyes and leaned back. “Mindy is dead to me.”

“Oh, come on, they share everything between each other, and Anika could never stand my stare.”

“It was meant to be a secret!”

“If you want to blame someone, blame me for being a too good sister, from which the other can’t keep anything from!”

“Yeah, if anything you’re an idiot” she said, smiling.

“I might be” you leaned back too and smirked at her. “But I’m your idiot now.” Tara’s stomach churned in the most pleasurable way after hearing your words.

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The rest of the route went by in a blink of an eye. Tara and you had talked most of it through, and you were thankful of her for distracting you from your own thoughts. The note rocked you to your core. There were only a few people who could have known that nickname, but you didn’t see any of them capable of killing someone, let alone mutilate them afterwards. The only one died a year ago. She died a year ago.

When your thoughts would start to eat you up again the car stopped. The cops got out and helped you two leave the vehicle as well. You entered the building and were met with the familiar sight of the white walls and crowded office. You couldn’t remember how many days you spent here nagging and annoying your uncle. Yet he wasn’t here anymore, and the thought made you feel alone. Scared. Overwhelmed. Screaming, shouting, begging for it to end…

As if she read your mind, Tara grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with you. You looked down at her and smiled, reassuringly squeezing her hand. The cops started leading you two to what you liked to call; ‘interrogation chamber’ in your youth. Whenever you saw the cops bringing in perps in handcuffs, you would imagine how scary it must be for them. You would chase yourself into a corner of your mind where everything was scary and dark. Where she was still free. Still alive. Your only lifebelt being your uncle, who never failed to help you out of there. Now, the room you were closing in on didn’t seem so bad. It felt safe. Funny how time changes perspectives.

“Y/N?” you heard a familiar voice behind you. Not believing your ears your span around, searching for the source. “Y/N! Hey! How are you? What the hell are you doing here?” The source turned out to be a young man, with red hair and sparkling green eyes. Just like your uncle.

“I could ask you the same thing V.”

“Not even a greeting for your most humble cousin? I must say you’ve cha-“ he got cut off when you hugged him so tightly Tara was worried you might brake some bones. “There she is…” he said, wrapping his own hand around you.

“What happened? I thought you are stationed in Washington!”

“I got transferred here upon my request. Being a legacy of pa helped.”

“Kayoko, you two know each other?” one of the officers asked that were escorting you.

“Not intentionally” Vasco smirked and pushed your shoulder a little. You flinched from the pain. His eyes narrowed and without asking pushed the fabric of your shirt to the side, revealing the bloody bandage that was wrapped around the stitched wound. “What happened?” his voice got serious in an instant.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Me and Tara had been attacked in my apartment.” His eyes widened, suddenly gripping your bicep. “It was Ghostface. Now I’m involved in the homicide of a homeless drunk that also attacked us a day before and gave me this” you held up your arm. The wound narrowed since yesterday, yet it still itched and hurt. “Speaking truly, I was the aggressor that time, but that’s unimportant now.” You almost whispered the last sentence. He huffed and shook his head slightly.

“Just my luck” he shook his head. “The first serious case I get, and my family’s involved.”

“You lead the case?”

“No, Wayne does. You know, father’s old partner.” You nodded, as you did, in fact remember the graying man. “I’m in his team and for once, he didn’t put me in the backline.”

“Wayne as in Wayne Bailey?” Tara interrupted.

“How do you know him?” Vasco asked back.

“He’s the father of her roommate.”

“Quinn or E… Oh wait, no. His son is studying at Princton. So, you are Quinn’s roommate huh?”

“I thought her brother died…” Tara said.

“He did. Sorry, he had two siblings. I thought you would know this.”

“No, she never mentioned two” you said as well.

“Sorry to interrupt Kayoko, but we all have our jobs to do” a officer said. “After picking up their statements, you can have them back.”

“Of course, Stan. Apologies” he said and held his hands up.

Before you were lead away, you hugged him again and decided to throw the big ball into the game. “There was a note for me, pinned to the corpse” you whispered in his ear.

“How do you know it was for you?”

“It was meant for Lolly.”

When you pulled away, you saw his struck state. It looked like he froze down, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked at you “I’ll get to work then” he said, threw you a weak smile, and squeezed your shoulder again, before turning around and walking towards his place.

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You needed to wait a little for Bailey to arrive. He was at the scene and missed you there.

“Stan and Mitch are awfully efficient when they don’t need to be” he huffed as he greeted you warmly. He was just as bright and straight as he always used to, even if time had worn him out a little. With you, at least. Tara was a different world. You remembered how he first acted around you and found resemblance. They just needed to warm up to each other, you thought.

They didn’t. From the point he started picking up your statement, he gave her his coldest self. Sam got there in the middle of interrogation, and her being around didn’t help much either. She looked even more dishevelled than last time as she barged into the room, even though half the police force tried to deny her that. When Tara reassured them that she was with you two, they reluctantly let her stay.

You didn’t know whether Tara wanted to hide what you had from her, so you tried to keep the usual distance, but the young Carpenter was having none of it. Once she got a hold of your hand under the table, she wasn’t letting go. Sam clearly saw but didn’t say anything. The only reaction you saw from her, was the small, almost unnoticeable smile on her concerned face, which you took as a good sign.

You explained everything again to Bailey, this time a bit more calmly and provided more information. You described the attack, the phone call, leaving out some information about you and Tara again. Then came the nickname. The grey man tried to go into the depths, but you dodged every question as your father and uncle had thought you to. Noone besides our loved ones will know about this. The vow you made to them resounded in your head, and you never took yourself for a liar. Noone else needs to know. It just wasn’t necessary.

“Who could want to see you two dead?” he asked with a resigning voice, eyeing you and Tara.

“Cmon’ Bailey, you know me! I’m the most charming person in the world” you teased and leaned back, smirking.

“So, half the city. You?” she asked Tara.

Before answering she shook her head slightly. “Can’t think of anyone who’s still alive.”

“Yikes.” you and Bailey said in unison.

The door opened and Stan showed his head in the door. “FBI’s here, claiming jurisdiction.”

Bailey’s face contorted from confusion. “Where are they?”

He stood and left the room, you quickly following behind. No matter how much time you spent here, it could still surprise you. You have seen federal agents once or twice, but never when they claimed a case for themselves. You were interested, the Carpenter sisters following close behind you. Tara wouldn’t let go of your hand, gently squeezing it, so you couldn’t release it, which you wouldn’t, not even if the world was ending. Especially not if the world was ending.

Three doors later Stan opened a door, motioned inside. A woman stood from one of the chairs, blonde, painted shoulder length hair, combat boots and a black outfit with a black leather jacket. You couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but the woman showed her badge and Bailey clearly didn’t like her. A case was laid open on the table, your and Tara’s picture on top of it. The sisters were talking about something, but you didn’t listen, your eyes focusing on the photograph that was taken of the corpse. It looked weird. Not how it looked when you were there.

Your train of thoughts was disrupted by Sam, who just noticed who was inside. “Kirby?”

“Hey Sam” the blonde woman greeted her and squeezed herself past you and Bailey to hug her. “Tara, and you must be Y/N, right?”

“Your detective skills are impressive” you nodded.

“You are the FBI?” Sam asked.

“You guys know each other?” the graying man asked, after Kirby nodded.

“Yeah. We went to Woodsboro high together” the older Carpenter said. “She was a senior when I was a freshman.          “

“We share a certain history, yeah” Kirby agreed. “Look, I’m not trying to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest here, I just want to help” she had a sly smile plastered on her face. “I’ll show you mine” she said, still smiling. “Et cetera.”

You huffed at her words. This was one of the weakest jokes, you have heard today, yet it still made you smile. Kirby had this look of pure confidence and kindness, that made you calm. You looked down at Tara from the corner of your eye and saw her also hiding her grin with her left hand, the other one still holding onto yours.

Bailey scrunched his eyes, but gave in, sharing some information about your statement and about the attack. The woman nodded along, and once he was finished, spoke up. “I already knew about the circumstances of the attack. If we are to catch this maniac, we will have to work together.”

“Yeah, good luck with that!” Sam said, as her patience ran out. “We are getting out of town” to exercise her point, she grabbed Tara’s hand and started leaving the police station. Your heart clenched in a familiar uncomfortable way.

“No!” Tara pulled her hand back and stayed close by your side. “I’m not leaving her behind!” The pain eased a little at her words, yet your mind was screaming for her to leave.

“Also, I can’t let you do that” Bailey cut in. “I’m sorry, but your sister is a person of interest in a homicide. She can’t leave town until the matter is resolved.”

Sam looked at both in disbelief. At Tara because she wanted to stay in a place where a psycho was on the loose, hell bent on hurting her, and at Bailey because of how ridiculous his words have made her feel. There was a maniac on the loose, and they couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave because of the people that should try to do everything in their might to keep them safe. It was laughable really. When she wanted to word the thoughts that were circling in her head, the lights shut out.

The whole building went dead silent. The only source of light, being the streetlamps outdoors. You felt Tara leaning into you, her heartbeat fastening against your chest. You tightened your grip on her hand, and blinked, so your eyes would adjust to the darkness quicker. There was a hint of smoke in the air, but there was no logical explanation for it. It also smelled like smoke.

A pained scream echoed through the room. The scream of man. After a moment it turned into a growl, becoming ever more silent as something blocked the way of the sound. You heard Bailey and Kirby take out their guns, cocking them, just as all the other cops in the building. You snapped your head in every direction, but you still couldn’t see clearly, only the figures of people. The smoke in the room only got thicker.

A way too familiar voice resounded across the place, filling you with fear. His voice. “Did you miss me, Lolly?”

Another fading scream filled the room, but this time two shots followed it right after. The sound was deafening, and your ears started ringing. You could hear distant orders being barked out even though it came from right next to you, the figures of the two law enforcers disappearing from before you. A million thoughts were blaring through your mind, only some of them useful. Before you could do anything, you felt someone grab your hand and pull you with. After a moment you realised it was Sam, and stopped struggling against her, following her lead. But then she stopped in her tracks.

“No escape for you here, dear.” Ghostface spoke again, from right before you. You looked over Sam and saw him already stabbing towards her. You tried to pull her backwards, but it was too late. The knife sliced into her flesh, a pained groan leaving her mouth as she stumbled back. As you were still pulling her, a cop got between you and him, raising his gun. Three shots were fired, two of them clearly hitting him, but it was as if he didn’t even notice. He lunged forward at his shooter, opening his throat and chest with two precise and fast attacks.

You span around and ran the other way, the Carpenters by your side. The smoke had now filled the entire place, vision impaired. It helped that you had the building memorised by heart, as you took turn after turn. Shots were being fired and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of smoke and gunpowder, creating a metallic, hardly breathable atmosphere.

Then you tripped in something. As you fell, you let go of Tara’s hand and when you looked up, you couldn’t see her no more. You could hear her screaming your name, but you couldn’t answer, the smoke filling your lungs. Then you looked down at what you tripped in. Or as it turned out, who. It was a uniformed cop’s body, struggling for air. He had a stabbed wound in his gorge. Your hands were dripping of his blood, half your clothes soaking in it too. You didn’t know a human could have so much blood in their body, but when you looked around, you saw one more, with also as precise cuts as all the other victims you witnessed. All of them were stabbed at vital organs, or from where they would die in a few seconds or minutes. Not a second wasted.

“Oh, poor Y/N” he said in a condescending voice. “This must be pretty traumatic for you. I almost feel bad.” A hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back by it. “Almost” he whispered in your ear. There was a voice behind the modulator, that was familiar. Your heart skipped a beat after realisation hit you. But that couldn’t be possible. It just couldn’t!

You slumped back to the ground when she suddenly let go of your hair. You looked back behind you, seeing her figure falling onto her back. Another woman stood above you, and you could take out Sam’s boots. She grabbed you, pulled you up and started running, not even waiting for you to be able to catch your balance, just pulled you after her. She barged through a door, that led you to the Northern stairs, where Tara was waiting, tears running down her cheek. She was coughing hard, trying to swallow air desperately, yet she couldn’t. You looked at Sam for a moment, and after you saw one of her hands was occupied with a gun, you picked up Tara in your hands and started running down the stairs, three steps a time.

The ground floor looked similar in its form, but there was no smoke here. Bodies were scattered around the place, some of them civilians, some of them cops. All of them dead. You traced over the room, searching for a specific table, and once you found it ran towards it, leaning Tara against it.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing?!” Sam was trying her best not to snap at you.

“Tara’s going to suffocate if we don’t do something” you answered, opening drawer after drawer to find the item you were looking for. “To our “luck”, Private Alice always holds an inhaler at her desk in case her asthma ever comes back.” Sam accepted this, and turned towards the places Ghostface could come after you.

You found it in the fourth drawer and immediately turned towards the younger Carpenter. You aided her to take it in her mouth and pressed down a few times, just to be sure. She looked at you gratefully after. Her coughing died down slowly, and you helped her up. That’s when you noticed that everything was quiet. No shooting, no footsteps above you, nothing. Was everybody dead?

As to answer that question, the door of the staircase opened, and a very dishevelled looking Kirby stumbled into the room, followed by Bailey and two other cops. You sighed in relief when you saw Vasco in their group. The greying man barked out some orders, and Vasco and two others walked over to you, surrounding the three of you, whilst he and the rest of the cops marched out. Kirby joined him, her gun also raised, eyeing every corner before she disappeared behind a wall.

“Vasco, what the hell is going on?” you asked, suddenly feeling very weak.

“He jumped out a window, after we surrounded him” he said, very quiet. Why was he so quiet?

Then he threw you a glance. The glance, turned into a full-blown stare, his face horrified. You saw his mouth opening, but no notes hit your ear. Your side throbbed of pain, and you looked over to see, why. When you saw the opening that had been carved into you, you did nothing. Nothing else than stare at it, whilst feeling your vision darkening, and getting weaker and weaker. The floor came quicker than you could realise, why it was even getting closer. Suddenly you felt the floor hit you with all it’s might before everything became dark.

[tatumrileyslover]

Shattered Unity

[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]

Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.

Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff

34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.

Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.

"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"

Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.

"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her  to start going downstairs.

The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.

Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.

"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.

Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.

"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.

"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.

"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.

The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.

Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.

As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.

A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.

Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."

Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.

"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.

"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"

"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.

"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"

Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.

Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.

Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.

Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”

Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”

The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.

"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"

Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.

"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"

Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"

Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”

After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.

"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"

[sparklewrites1]

Underrated characters I think should have more fics:

Barbie (HOW IN THE WORLD HAVE I SEEN MOSTLY KEN FICS IN THE BARBIE X READER TAG???)

Liv Mckenzie (scream 5)

Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone)

Kirby reed. (Scream) (There's like 25 fics max about her)

Sidney Prescott (Scream)

JENTORRA (Antman: Quantumania) (THERES LITERALLY ONLY ONE FIC)

JENNIFER WALTERS (she hulk) (PLEASE YALL)

[nolovelingers]

scream 4 ,, v ,, vi masterlist. 𖤐

(^з^)-☆

ETHAN LANDRY ﹒ ✦ imagines

NOT TOO CLOSE ## plot : after being abandoned by chad at a party, ethan finds it to be worth it when he meets you for the first time and seems to be giving you some warning to stay away from him and the danger he brings. — // SFW !

NOW YOU DO ## PLOT : finding yourself woken in the middle of the night by a fire alarm, you were smart enough to grab a blanket. too bad the boy a few rooms over seemed to have forgotten to do the same; and he looks cold. — // SFW !

LEAP ## PLOT : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with ethan and tara; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

ethan as your boyfriend . . .

TARA CARPENTER ﹒ ✦ imagines

LEAP ## plot : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with tara and ethan; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

mindy as your girlfriend . . .

JILL ROBERTS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

CHARLIE WALKER ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

WES HICKS ﹒ ✦ imagines

TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ## plot : after years of hiding behind his feelings wes is finally ready to get you to admit whether you feel the same way or not. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

scream masterlist. 𖤐

(*´Д｀*)

BILLY LOOMIS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

STU MACHER ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

preferences — misc. 𖤐

(≧∀≦)

INCLUDES ALL CHARACTERS ABOVE ﹒ ✦

when they’re jealous . . . — includes chad & sidney + all other characters seen previously — // sfw !

MISCELLANEOUS﹒ ✦

incorrect scream texts ,, part two here . . .

©️nolovelingers 2023 & 2024

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 23

SECRET

Sam has a secret that she won't share... until she's forced to.

WARNING: contains teasing and vomiting (small paragraph - like 2 sentences.)

credits to @silliestgoosever for naming Gale's boyfriend (tysm! ♡)

The temperatures had peaked beyond the average for a summer in New York. It was approaching the beginning of August, and the highs were pushing 90℉ and soon to pass it. It was also close to the preparation for the college fall semester, which had Chad, Mindy, and Tara all experiencing mixed emotions about it. So, in favor of the rare, yet inescapable heat and a last hurrah for the summer, Kirby invited all survivors of the New York Ghostface terrors of 2023 over to her house. Since they had all become quote-unquote, “part of the same fucked-up family,” the FBI agent had moved up to New York to keep in close proximity to the others, in case anything happened. She had gotten a house in the suburbs that had a pool in the backyard, and during her recovery time off of work, she had spent her time fixing up the decking surrounding it to provide a nice place to entertain. 

It was perfect for today.

Under the afternoon sun, Mindy, Chad, Tara, and Gale’s recently acquired boyfriend, Joseph Zehrn, spent their time in the water. Joseph was also a journalist that was very good at his job, taking an interest in the Woodsboro murders as well as Gale’s work. He worked in Springville, Utah, working behind the scenes when the real-life Stab situations were active. He was liked by everyone, really, someone always talking of how loyal and family-oriented he was. And he surely blended himself into the survival family quickly, when he and Gale started dating. Most of the time, he acted like he was one of them, joking and interacting like he knew everything about them, and from a journalist standpoint, it was safe to say he did. However, he was heavy on teasing and didn’t know when to stop, which held him liable for crossing boundaries he shouldn’t.

One of the main things he and Gale had in common… crossing boundaries.

He was very playful with the twins and younger Carpenter, already spending hours talking and engaging in various pool activities with them. Gale was in and out of the pool as was Kirby, but Sam had been sitting on the swings off to the far left of the pool the entire time. No swimsuit, no intention of getting near the water, just in a white t-shirt and shorts, spending time by herself unless someone took a break from the water to sit out or dry off. She was waiting for Danny, who was still at work and said he would get there later. No one asked, because they figured she was waiting on him or just wasn’t interested in swimming because of other reasons. At least that’s what the females of the pack insinuated. All except Tara. Tara knew why her sister refused to swim. 

But where there was someone who knew the exact reason, there was always someone who didn’t and would push to find it out. And that was Joseph.

“You doing alright, Sam?” Kirby’s voice made Sam open her eyes from the relentless heat. She sat down next to her on the swing. “The heat getting to you?” she asked, on account of the younger’s face flushing red.

But Sam just shook her head. “I’m fine.” She let the other resituate her towel around her shoulders before continuing the gentle rock of the swing.

“Have you heard from Danny yet?”

Once again, she shook her head, then pulled out the water bottle that she kept beside her. “No, not yet,” she replied, before taking a sip. “He said he’d get off around 2 though.”

Kirby overlooked the 3 youngest attendees still swimming and diving beneath the pool’s surface, “Ah, so he should be on his way any minute now.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Before another conversation could start, Joseph’s dripping figure approached them. “What’s going on, Sam? You’re the only one that hasn’t been in the pool yet.” He gave her a friendly smile that didn’t coordinate very well with the notoriously gleam of mischief in his eye as he looked her up and down. “Don’t tell me you’re insecure. I don’t know how you could be with the kind of toned body I know you’ve got,” he teased.

Sam blinked at him, only able to give a subtle shake of her head, before Kirby jumped in.

“She’s waiting for her boyfriend.”

“Oh, is that it?” He was still looking at the younger one.

But this just made her grow hotter than she already was. It’s a good thing her face was already flushed, because if it wasn’t, it would’ve gotten that way no matter how much she wouldn’t want it to. And then that would just become another thing he could point out.

“Why not go swim with your sister?” Joseph pointed out Tara, who was sliding a pair of goggles over her eyes then disappeared beneath the water. “I thought she was the one you were glued to 24/7.”

“No, it’s not that,” she tried to defend herself.

“Is it that time of the month?”

Kirby could see how she grew flustered at that invasive question and stepped in again. “Okay, asshole, that’s a little too personal.” She said this in a lighthearted way though, so it wasn’t very insulting.

However, the man couldn’t take it any other way but playfully as he shrugged. “What? I’m just asking,” he chuckled.

Sam cut back in, fully capable of fighting her own fights, if that was what this was… “No, I’m not,” she nearly snapped. Then, she let her hackles fall, merely shifting with a small shrug as she went on, “I just… don’t want to.” And that was the truth.

The short one, at least…

Luckily, he nodded, seeming to finally take that as an answer. “Okay, okay…”

As he turned around to make his way inside, Sam looked over at Kirby. “Is he always like that?”

She nodded, “Pretty much.” She had been around Gale a lot more recently than the rest had been, so she had a good idea on who Joseph was by now. “I told Gale not to bring him, because he’ll likely just start trouble, but clearly…” she gestured her hand out to where the man disappeared, “she brought him anyway.”

A buzzing and vibration from her phone had the younger female glancing over to retrieve it. She observed the message lighting up her screen that made her divert the topic with: 

“Danny’s on his way.”

“Good,” Reed nodded, observing the 3 in the pool again, before she invited her own dismissal. “I’m gonna go grab a bite. Do you want anything or wanna come with?”

Sam shook her head, “No, I’m good.” And she was left alone again as the other walked away. 

However, 20 minutes later, she was called from her place on the shaded swing, when annoyed shouts from Mindy and Tara snapped her attention away from her phone.

“Way to go, dingus!”

“Come on, Chad, keep it in the pool! Go get it!”

Then Chad argued back, “No, that’s your ball, babe! It touched your fingertips. Remember the rule?”

Tara groaned and turned around to see the foam football sitting across the travertine. She judged retrieving it for a moment, before glancing over towards the swing. “Hey, Sam! Can you get the ball for me?” She pointed to it.

“Yeah,” her sister answered and set her phone down to carry out the task. The water swished, telling her that Tara swam away from the side and towards the waterfall coming over the backing rock wall on the other side. She circled the pillar to the covered decking and found the neon orange ball sitting next to a stack of towels. But the water must’ve outdone the sound of the back door opening and closing, because she didn’t know Joseph had come back out, until his voice was loud in her ears.

“Well, look who finally got off the swing!”

“I’m not chained to it,” she casually retorted as she leaned down to pick the football up. Then, she turned around to toss it back to Tara, who had to jump for it.

Joseph chuckled, “You sure act like it.” Now that he was right next to her, he could really see just how heat-stricken she was, especially with the white shirt she had on that complemented her red face. “Well, since you’re up, why not jump in real quick?” he further suggested with a nod towards the pool.

“I said I didn’t want to,” she answered, immediately getting defensive with him prying again.

He shrugged, “You look really hot—”

“Why are you so insistent on me going in the pool?” She finally challenged him. He wasn’t around any of them enough to act like he was, especially with how invasive he had been and was continuing to be. And if he pushed his luck anymore, she would make sure he didn’t get to be around them at all. “If I’m that hot, I’ll go inside. I don’t need to be in the water.”

At this sudden tension, the journalist pulled off a sarcastically offended look, “Alright, alright, take it easy, Sam. No need to get all worked-up, I just think it wouldn’t hurt for you to have some fun.” He gazed at her as if he knew her inside and out. He had studied all of them, after all, just like Gale had.

She just sighed and looked away, crossing her arms like she was biting her tongue from saying anything more. Damn, did she have a temper. Just like her father. But she didn’t bite as much as Billy did, especially when she was caught off guard. She needed to lighten up and cool off, so what was the harm in messing with her a little bit? Plus, if she wouldn’t say why she was being so resistant, the description of his job told him to find out. So, he went for it. He moved forward swiftly to pick her up bridal-style, which worked well for him.

Samantha’s heart skipped a beat as it jumped into her throat, her instinct having her arms come uncrossed to hold onto him. “What are you doing?” was the first thing her mind made her spit out.

Zehrn just seemed to take delight in his teasing antics as he started carrying her towards the pool’s edge. “Just gonna cool you and that temper off a bit,” he answered.

She didn’t know how she could become hotter than she already was, but somehow, she did. Her fight-or-flight cut deep, but the awkward position he had her in kept her from moving around too much. So, all that was left was to try and talk him out of it. “No, Joseph, put me down,” her growing fear kept her voice from projecting. She wanted to sound more assertive, like she had only seconds ago, but that was gone.

“I will! Right in the water.” If he were honest, he expected her to be heavier, considering her muscle, but he was able to carry her easily.

Sam whimpered, her dark eyes churning color with the blue liquid promising her demise. And as he took her closer to it, she found her voice. “No! Joseph, please! Let me go!” As much as she hated it, her chest started to burn, and it spread into her eyes, threatening to blind her with tears of fear.

Her raised and pitched vocals were enough to draw the attention of the trio in the pool, all not used to hearing her that way but immediately knowing it was the member that completed the Core Four.

“Dude, she doesn’t want to! Put her down,” Mindy called out, while Chad added on.

“Yeah, just leave her alone, man!”

Both of them were aware that Sam appeared to be scared, but it didn’t click that it was due to something other than being caught off guard or embarrassed. But Tara knew. And that’s why her voice came off the strongest and harshest as she barked.

“She told you no! Put her down!” It was like she spat fire, and both twins looked at her because of it.

However, Joseph still didn’t get it, not taking any of them seriously as he just laughed it off. “Oh, come on, Billy Loomis’ daughter isn’t scared of a little water, is she?” And then he let her go, her last attempt at objection completely void as she was released.

“No—!”

“Fuck you!” Tara hollered simultaneously with the joke he’d made, making Mindy finally speak up.

“Easy, T, it’s not that—” 

But the sound of her older sister’s body hitting the water and the sight of it disappearing had the youngest there completely deaf to all else, though she knew where those words were headed, and it was up to her to explain her quick judgment. “Sam can’t swim.” She lunged forward to dive beneath the surface.

“Shit!” Was the last thing she heard from Chad as the rushing of water flooded her hearing. She blinked through the chlorine, finding her sibling’s figure stirring up bubbles in her struggle to find air. Above, she could hear Mindy’s muffled shouts, probably directed at Joseph now that she knew what the real problem was. 

Tara grabbed hold of Sam and pulled her up, wrapping her arm around her waist to push her to the surface first. 

And when her head broke into fresh air, the older Carpenter gasped, immediately thrown into a coughing fit. 

“I got you, I got you. It’s okay.” The owner of the arms that held her spoke firmly but softly at the same time.

She didn’t even know who was helping her at the moment—out of the three that had witnessed it all—but whoever they were, she was grateful for them. She could feel the chlorine water she’d gulped down slosh like angry waves inside her. Her eyes, lungs, and muscles burned with the fight to survive. She could hear many people raising their voices, like they were fighting, but it was indistinct amongst the water clogging her ears. 

“Joseph!”

That one was clear as day. It was Gale’s voice. Served him right, she hoped Gale tore into him. She wanted to, herself, but she was completely overwhelmed, exposed, and she was sure if she didn’t stop coughing, she was going to throw up.

“Sam, are you okay?” Tara’s worried voice called out to her, but she couldn’t respond. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, get out of sight, to protect herself. So, that’s what she did.

Around her choking, the drowned victim clawed at the travertine and pushed herself up out of the water. By now, she was not only fighting for breath but was fighting back sobs. A thousand thoughts and no time to process or recall any of them had corrupted her into tears all at once, and with the amount of noise around her, she couldn’t seem to control anything. 

A secret had just been exposed, but it was never meant to be revealed like that.

“I was only messing with her!” Joseph objected to whatever Gale was saying to him. But then Tara answered.

“She can’t swim, you fucking asshole!”

“Tara! That’s enough, I’ve got it!” Gale warned.

“Calm down, babe,” Chad then tried to soothe.

But Sam didn’t spare anything or anyone a passing glance as she hurried to get to her feet and bolted inside. No towel, no caution, nothing. She ran past Gale and past Kirby as the FBI agent made her way outside to see what was going on, ducking into the now-ice-cold air conditioning and rushing into the bathroom in the hall to lock herself inside.

It was about 10 minutes of her sitting by herself on the rug on the bathroom floor, before she heard a knock at the door.

“Sam?”

Tara.

“Are you okay?”

Sam sniffled, swallowing back the drainage that remained in her throat. “I’m fine,” she croaked, still a little hoarse from her choking that eventually turned into a small vomiting episode. All the water she accidentally took in came back up, and she was still thanking her lucky stars that she made it to the toilet just in time to let it go.

“Can I come in?”

She hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anyone right now. Even Tara… Tara was the only one who knew about her not being able to swim. Neither of them had learned as kids, because they didn’t have a pool, nor did they ever go anywhere that required swimming. The younger of the two had been taught by Judy, Wes, and Amber—sometime after Sam had already left for good—when she had been invited to their house during the summer. Lack of that skill led Sam to be deathly afraid of drowning, which was why she never let herself be taught, even after all this time. “I…” She tugged the towel she had gotten for herself tighter around her shoulders and pulled her knees up closer to her chest, having removed her soaking shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks to leave her in nothing but her bra and underwear. “I’m sorry, Tara… I’d just rather be alone right now…” She wasn’t shivering anymore, but she was still cold, nonetheless.

“Danny’s here…”

Sam then bit her lip. Maybe she didn’t want to be alone after all…

She got up from the floor and unlocked the door, opening it to find Tara raising her eyes to meet her own. Then, she glanced to her left, where she found Danny’s gaze.

“Gale laid heavy into Joseph, so you don’t have to worry about him,” Tara informed. “He didn’t know you didn’t know how to swim.”

Of course, he didn’t. Nobody but Tara knew. However, the older Carpenter couldn’t take her eyes off of her boyfriend. Had he been there, none of that would’ve happened.

But she could tell that he wanted to have strong words with Joseph himself.

She must have been making a face that told him something, because he stepped forward as she did and met her with one arm around her back and the other guarding her head to hug her. It was only one-sided, for she was still holding the towel around her, but he knew she just needed that security from him right now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he spoke softly, while his hand caressed her wet hair. “Are you okay?”

Sam nodded without lifting her head from leaning against his shoulder. “Yeah…” Again, she started to fight back tears, the fear and humiliation still prominent in her emotions. “It was just a lot…” She felt him nod. 

“I know.”

After another moment, she pulled away and glanced over to Tara, who held her phone out. 

“I got your phone off the swing. I don’t know if you wanna go back out or…” She lowered her hand, when it was taken, then stood quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more to stop him…”

Her big sister shook her head, “You did fine. It’s not your fault. Thank you for helping me.”

She nodded, but she wasn’t convinced. “He’s waiting to apologize to you,” she moved on, knowing that dwelling on what she could’ve done wouldn’t fix anything. “So, whenever you’re ready, he’s outside.”

Sam sighed. She didn’t care about getting an apology. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to talk to him for the rest of the day, but she guessed that would be rather immature and petty of her. It just wasn’t her style to show weakness like she had. It felt out-of-character, even though there weren't any guidelines when it came to being human. “Okay…” she eventually nodded.

Danny brushed a thick strand of hair over her shoulder and tugged the hem of the towel a little farther over her chest. “I think we should get you in some dry clothes first,” he suggested.

“Kirby probably has some that you can borrow,” Tara then mentioned. She didn’t wait for a response before she already started to leave. “I’ll go ask.”

Once she disappeared out of the shadowed hallway, Danny pulled Samantha in to place a kiss on her forehead, which was still cool from the water. “Why didn’t you tell him you couldn’t swim?” he whispered.

“Because… it wasn’t his business,” she replied.

“He might’ve not done it, if you told him.”

“It’s not easy for me to let go of a secret.”

Sam seemed to be the queen of secrets. Hell, she even kept their relationship a secret for months. And that made him pull a small smile.

“Yeah, that’s not a secret.”

i'm not really happy with this one tbh. it would've been better to have this for a personal story i think. I had a different way of this scenario being handled that i could've done but oh well… i hope y'all still like it and if not then i know what NOT to do next time lolol

p.s if you're reading my story "The Wolves of Woodsboro", there will be a part in an upcoming chapter about how Sam overcomes not being able to swim. it's a little similar but not in the same way it's done and how it ends. idk how to say it but the point is that if u read that chapter when i post it and u think "uhh wtf why are u writing something like this again", i speak my peace here ;)

All my best! ♡ - parker

[carpentergirl]

A Few More Minutes

Sam and Tara get trapped by Ghostface... Probably not the best time for Tara to have an Asthma Attack.

Author’s notes: I was inspired by @autism-swagger post about Tara’s asthma in scream 6 kinda outlined this.

This is my first time writing so idk if its anything people will like so good luck ig.

I probably dragged this out too much.

Just Sam and Tara being well Sam and Tara. 

Word count: 3871

: )

Sam and Tara had left their apartment rather early in the morning. More like Sam had a plan to get out of the house before Tara woke up. But in usual Samantha Carpenter style things never went as planned and Tara was miraculously up already and Sam acquired her presence anyway.

She didn’t mind her company of course, she just didn’t want to pull Tara down the path she was heading. But Tara being well- Tara would not take no for an answer and rushed to get ready.

Moving to New York was not the fresh start Sam had hoped it would be, Rather her reputation or persevered reputation preceded her to the big city where everyone had their opinions. Some were sympathetic to the young woman who had tragically been caught up in a legacy bestowed upon by her estranged father who died before she was even born. While others believed that Sam was Billy reincarnated and was meant to finish what he had started all those years ago, much believing in the story that Richie and Amber had tried to create.

Sam knew little to nothing about her father besides of course the conspiracy and movies about him. That wasn’t enough for her. Of course she didn't set out to miraculously find out he was a great guy and was just misunderstood as most cliche villains would be- she knew that wasn’t the truth. Her father was no villain, he was true evil but despite that and even if she hated to admit it- he was still a prominent part of her and she was desperate for some identity outside of ghostface.

Tara during the transition was- well, again, Tara. She didn’t say much about moving. She didn’t say much about anything as a matter of fact. She was just happy to once again be with her sister. After basically fending for herself ever since Sam left she was having a hard time adjusting to having a helicopter parent. She would never admit it but having Sam be there for her, especially when she didn’t want her to be, was something she could never find the words to thank her for. Tara didn’t deal too much with her past in the new city. She didn’t want to live in the past. It was too painful to remember the town of Woodborough. Everything she had gone through and all before the ghostface attacks. She’d rather forget it all. Some people were curious but rarely cruel, or maybe she never gave them the chance to be, Tara avoided people like the plague. The only time you would find Tara in any social situation is if she was about 3 shots too gone which is what led to Sam’s alleged stalking.

But at the end of the day Tara would always be with Sam, as long as Sam would have her of course.

Even with that being said Tara found it extremely difficult to be blindly led by her older sister into a psycho’s lair. Yes, Tara knew she asked for this when she volunteered herself as Sam’s companion for the day and yes Tara could at any point leave and go back to the safety of their apartment but she’s made it this far right?

“I don’t know, maybe we should go back home?” Tara sheepishly suggested her feet planted firmly on the sidewalk outside the abandoned movie theater. She knew why they were there, she knew Sam wanted answers, she just wished the answers didn't have to be so creepy.

“T, I told you not to come, I’ll call Kirby to come and get-” “No. You’re not going alone.” The girls bantered walking up to the entrance.

The lair was exactly the same as the first time they were there. When Gale had brought them looking for insight on who the newest masked freaks were. To no avail, it was just a ganky collection of Ghostface memorable. Pieces from the killers and victims. An unsettling tomb of whatever screwed up legacy Billy had started.

Tara knew Sam had been itching to come back, alone, she saw the way Sam gawked at her father’s robe, the knife he had used to murder people. She saw Sam’s need for answers and Tara knew she didn’t understand and she knew couldn’t understand which is why she didn’t want to get in between Sam and the answers she was looking for.

They crept their way through the shrine and Tara started to get uneasy. Everything about this gave her the untimely shiver of impending doom. It was almost as if every step brought her closer to the end of her being. She slid her hands over the display cases filled with bloody artifacts to some infamous murders and innocent victims, who, just as herself, had been brutally attacked. She was surprised that nothing of hers ended up behind the glass walls to be shown off like a trophy.

At the head of the room were the costumes, the same ones that made Tara shutter at the sight of even if it was nothing more than a costume at a party. Her eyes fell on Amber’s. Someone who had not crossed the oh so complicated mind of Tara Carpenter in a long time. A weighted rope had wrapped itself tightly around Tara’s heart and given into gravity. She didn’t want to think about Amber, the worst part of Woodsborough.

She noticed Sam in the center once again examining her father’s robe, she just couldn’t understand any of this, and quite frankly she didn't want to. It was becoming all too much for Tara.

“Sam, I don't feel well.” she said taking two puffs of her rescue inhaler, cursing herself for not using her orange one earlier in the morning, the one that prevented asthma attacks.

“Okay, Just a few more minutes and we'll get out of here.” Sam said concern glistening in her eyes but she was too close to turn around now- surly tara would be fine if they stuck around for a few minutes more.

Tara nodded, agreeing that a few more minutes wouldn’t kill her, she walked around the theater trying to find more theatrical attributes rather than the homicidal ones she was far too familiar with. She wandered past the wretched museum into the old concessions rooms looking at the abandoned candy trying to pinpoint a possible year of extinction for the theater.

She ran her fingers through the dust again causing her to cough again. Tara should’ve known better than to be stirring up dust when she was already at a  disadvantage for the day.

The youngest Carpenter had been looking at an old movie’s reel, trying to make sense of the little pictures in the frame holding them up to the light. She heard something behind her fall and she jumped to attention slowly turning around. To see absolutely nothing.

I'm losing my mind. Tara thought to herself, after all the shit she’s been through, she thinks it finally got to her.

And got to her it indeed did. The next time Tara heard a suspicious noise she once again contributed it to her new found psychosis and hallucinations. Until it was no longer a hallucination she could write off but instead a menacing Ghostface who had grabbed her from behind.

Tara let out an ungodly scream before laying a blow to the reaper’s stomach with her elbow and kicking at their knee. In which she was freed enough to take a running start and right into Sam’s arms.

The two  Carpenter sisters now found themselves one again being chased down by a robed figure. They raced to navigate the halls of the abandoned movie theater trying to escape.

Tara was not faring well to begin with and definitely not now with this whole running situation. She miserably tried to keep up with Sam running- stumbling was more like it. Her breathing was unsteady, panic glistened over her as she tried to keep up. While they had only been running a few minutes her anxiety coming face to face with a reaper once again was an accelerant for disaster and was taking a toll on her.

“Sam” the younger sister gasped, reaching out for the taller girl “I-”  Tara coughed.

Sam turned to the smaller girl chopping her step, Tara was hunched down at the waist, hands on her knees as she tried to stabilize her breathing.

This was all her own fault Tara thought to herself, if she wasn’t so instant on going then she would’ve remembered her inhaler this morning. Then again if she hadn’t been there then Sam would’ve been with Ghostface alone and without warning.

Everything burned. Her lips were dry and her mouth felt chalky, usually meaning it was time for an inhaler dose and possibly even something stronger. Her throat was on fire as if it was trying to burn a way to breathe for her. Sam grabbed her wrist pulling the girl with her as she heard the clatter of Ghost Face getting closer to them.

The next time the girls came to a stop was about 20 seconds later when Sam felt the tug of Tara hitting the ground, before she had only felt the staggering of the smaller girl which was enough for her to keep Tara in tow.

“Tara!” Sam yelled for her attention as the youngest carpenter grasped at her chest in a desperate attempt to let air in.

“T, calm down. You gotta try to calm down.” Sam rubbed circles into the girl's back while trying to pull her back up and failing Tara’s legs struggling to support her.

“You can’t out run me forever” Tara’s eyes found her sister’s, filled with tears and pure fear across her face. For the first time Sam was really forced to take in her appearance. Her lips tinted white with sweaty glistening skin over the color she had lost making her look ghostly.

Sam tugged Tara up yet again, this time taking the little breath she had left. She had to do something, there was no way Sam would let GhostFace get to Tara. Forcing the smaller girl to her feet and starting running once again, as fast as she possibly could she was basically dragging the girl who could only be heard by the rapsiness of her gasps. Then she spotted it, the storage room in which she had earlier caught Chad and Tara in successfully cockblocking them… again. She basically threw the younger girl in the room and barricaded the door with a shelving unit. Surveying it for anything useful as a means for defense with no luck.

Tara’s face had taken on an unnatural tone. She choked on her coughs. No matter how hard she tried she simply could not get air in. It seemed impossible.

Her mind was panicked. She could not go out like this. So miserably choking on her own inability to properly breathe. She could not die running from the fool who thought it was a good idea to dress up as her ex girlfriend, her sister’s father, a complete psycho.

She did not survive Amber’s attack to die like this. She did make this far to die because she couldn’t remember one day’s dose of medication. She couldn’t die. She wasn’t ready.

“Your inhaler” Sam questioned as Tara hadn’t already thought of that. Sam patted her pockets and then checked  the younger girl’s she knew Tara just had. She watched her put it in her pocket. She never left her house without it. And the extra one was in Sam’s backpack- of course the one she had tossed at the sound of Tara encountering Ghostface. Sam’s face dropped as she realized the inhaler simply wasn’t there, she grabbed her phone to use as a flashlight hoping it had just fallen out when she pushed the younger girl in. No such luck.

The stutter in Tara’s chest caught Sam’s attention again. Making her give up hope on the inhaler and resort to an escape plan. She pulled out her phone once again and found the previous texting chat.

Core Four

Sam: Trapped in the theater, Ghostface has us pinned in the storage closet.

Chad: We’re two blocks away, Mindy is on the phone with 911

Sam: Tara is bad- Asthma Attack- please hurry

Sam breathed a few moments of relief before the shuddering of her sister demanded her attention.

“Okay Tara, hold on a few more minutes.” Sam cooed, pulling her in close.

Sam could hear Ghostface clattering around in the halls looking for his next victims.

“Tara, Tara, Tara..” The voice menaced.

“Making me pick up after you, did your mother not teach you to pick up after yourself- oh right.” Tara was barely able to keep the focus on anything but her desperate need for air. She barely even processed what the menace was taunting her for.

Sam tried to keep Tara calm as the threats got louder.

“Well, at least I know you won’t get very far.” He threatened. Almost as if on cue Tara had let out a violent cough causing her body to shake. Sam quickly covered her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sound and not give away their location.

Tara was fading in and out; she could only see the outlines of the things around her, and her ears started to ring on top of the pounding of her heart instead of processing the sounds around her. SHe felt the strong arms around her body and the hands covering her mouth. She needed air and these hands in her way were not productive.

Sam cringed at her primal impulse to pull her arms away from her face.

The innate instinct to protect her airway.

Sam only held her tighter stiffening up against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Sam kept whispering in her sister’s ear as she clawed at her. She felt Tara’s heart on her forearm, beating so hard it threatened to burst out of her chest and the way Tara’s breaths were pulling on her palms erratically and the exhaled air making them feel sweaty.

All Sam could do was cry.

She never wanted to hurt Tara, She wanted nothing more than to let her go and comfort her, but she knew if she did that they’d be moments from discovery and they were at a disadvantage.

I’m so sorry was all she could say before it was a blubbering mess.

A few more seconds had passed Tara weakly pried and then dropped her arms to her sides. Her head dropped back into Sam’s shoulders and Sam felt the smaller girl’s weight fall into her. She slowly slid down the wall now sitting with Tara hoisted up between her legs. Slowly moving her hands away from Tara’s face and pulled her in closer, putting her head to her chest- hoping she would still hear her heart. Which she did. She noticed her blood-tinged lips and Sam’s hands. She sobbed as Tara continued to take uneven breaths and let out quiet gasps.

“I’m so sorry baby girl.” The guilt ate at her. It was a normal occurrence for Sam- knowing that all of this had happened because of her, if she had never found that diary, if she had never confronted her mom, if she never mentioned her real father then Tara would not be suffering the way she was.

They wouldn’t be stuck in a supply closet of a freak’s shrine of psychos.

“Oh Samantha, you thought you could hide from me.” Ghostface teased and was extremely close to the sound of it. Oh how badly she needed the others right now, there was no way to get out, and no way to protect Tara.

She heard the crunch of plastic outside the door “Oops” Ghostface muttered undoubtedly crushing the younger girl’s inhaler that he had discovered earlier. Sam slowly slid out from under Tara gently lowering her to the ground. She grabbed the rod she had found in the room earlier, it wasn’t much of anything, mostly likely a discarded mop or broomstick. But it was a last-ditch effort for Sam to defend herself. She positioned herself on the other side of the door waiting for the menace to step in.

She heard the doorknob jingle. Still blocked by the shelves.

Sam was panicking. Her ears started ringing and all she could do was prepare herself for yet another dance with the devil. She tried to remain focused on the now pushing door; it wasn't until the shelf was knocked over that Sam was zoned in and swung her “weapon”.

“Woah,” he said, catching the rod before it made contact with him.

“This is- um Inventive,” he said finally entering the room. Sweaty.

“Chad?” Sam questioned coming down from the adrenaline that had instinctively been released in her system.

She rushed over to Tara.

“Is he gone?” She questions pulling Tara’s limp body up from the ground and struggling to support her.

“I think so.” Chad said, quick to help Sam pick Tara up.

He reached for his pocket uncovering an orange inhaler. Which Tara clearly hadn’t used this morning if Chad had it. She looked down and saw the blue one crushed to pieces in the hall and shook her head.

“It’s too late for that- we have to get her to a hospital.” Sam rushed him out the door. Mindy came running up to them.

“There’s no one here” She huffed out trying to catch her breath and for the first time Sam had heard the sirens all around the building. The police must’ve scared them off so she tried to rationalize.

Chad carried Tara bridal style out of the building and straight to the stretcher. Tara was ghostly white and her lips started to tint blue. Chad shuddered at how lifeless she felt in his arms.

Sam dodged the police and reporters who had gathered around asking her what had happened.

She hopped into the ambulance as the paramedics worked on his sister urgently.

Sam sat impatiently in the waiting room of the ER. Chad and Mindy there, somehow Kirby and Gale also made it there. Honestly it was all a haze to Sam.

“Tara Carpenter.” The Doctor called out to the room of eagerly waiting family members, Sam was up in an instant.

“I'm her sister.” She begged the Doctor for him to say that Tara was okay.

“Tara went into respiratory distress earlier, as a result of her asthma, luckily we don’t believe she suffered any permanent damage to her brain and she shouldn’t have any long lasting effects but we definitely want to keep her overnight to be sure. Just a few more minutes and we could’ve been having a very different conversation.” The doctor explained. A wave of relief washed over the group. This wasn’t Tara’s first close call but it was definitely the closest in a long time.

“But the blood” Sam mentioned to the doctor, as she raised her hands as proof. “X-rays are clear, just some popped capillaries from all the coughing.” He added placing a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulders.

The older girl rushed to Tara’s room, her sister set up a heart monitor and oxygen though she was steadily breathing again. Sam stood frozen at the foot of her bed. Kirby made her way into the room leaving the others in the hallway.

“Sam…” She started. “She’s okay. You saved her.”

“I didn’t fucking save her Kirby, I almost killed her.” Sam shook her head. Her palms striking her temples. Still stained with some of Tara’s blood.

“I put my hands over her mouth. I could feel her fighting me. I suffocated her.” Sam cried, pulling her hands into view.

“You did not suffocate her, you saved her. You did what you had to do to save her.” Kirby pulled Sam’s hands down and held them. She pulled her into her arms hearing what had happened in that room for the first time.

Kirby had basically adopted the Carpenter duo as her own, she made them her responsibility even if they all liked to pretend that Sam and Tara had everything under control.

It was easy for Kirby to come in and help. It was easy for Sam to let herself go in the agent’s presence. It was even easier for Tara to relate to Kirby and accept the advice that she would offer even if it was the same advice Sam would suggest- It must’ve sounded different coming from the older girl.

“She didn’t even want to be there, she asked me to leave and I- I made her stay” Sam continued to cry into her ‘older sisters’ chest.

It wasn’t long until Sam composed herself and put on her brave face for the rest of the group and they all gathered around in Tara’s room. Sam next to her bed of course rubbed circles into the smallest girl’s hand.

Tara had regained some color, still much paler than her usual complexion, but better than before. Her lips were once again pink and she had lost the gleam of sweat. All to the group's relief.

No one dared to leave even as the early hours of the morning threatened to trap them in the hospital.

Soon the silence was broken by Chad offering himself to get chips and snacks from the vending machines which he would later regret because

A) he used all of his cash

and B) Girls are too ‘particular’.

The group shared jokes and conversations trying to move on from the earlier events and living more in the moments they were all together. They had grown quite the roar almost as if they were in the sister’s apartment and it was a casual Friday night. Arguing over what M&M flavor tasted the best with Sam reluctant to admit she thought they all tasted the same because- well didn’t they?

First there was a cough. It came from the smallest member of the group. They all stopped mid debate, assessing the situation. They watched as she stirred in her bed sitting up frantically and coughing “SAM” she yelled between her coughs.

“Tara” Sam grabbed her. “It’s okay, breathe, you’re alright” Sam cooed.

Tara took in her environment no longer in a dark dusty theater but rather in a bright antiseptic room surrounded by the worried faces of her friends, Family.

She took a deep breath in, she was sore but it didn’t burn, she was able to breath without a fight. She relaxed into Sam’s touch.

“Jesus christ I never want to do that again.” She chuckled. After a pause of her remembering the earlier events. Everyone laughed.

“Glad to see you’re doing better.” Kirby grabbed the girl’s knee in support.

They continued the night moving onto the next candy flavor they could debate about. After of course Tara added that the blue M&M is the best tasting one. And Sam could not have been more grateful to hear such ridiculous words come out of her mouth. They were okay, Sam prayed to stay like this at least for a few more minutes.

[thesirbyagenda]

Baking Lessons

In which Kirby tries (and fails) to make breakfast for her girlfriend:

Kirby frantically runs through the cluttered Carpenter kitchen. 

It was a quiet Sunday morning in New York, and just minutes before, Kirby had been peacefully asleep next to Sam. Now, she was up and about, ready to make this the best Sunday ever.

Cooking, let alone baking, has never been Kirby's strong suit. Why make a meal when Trader Joe's sold microwaveable ones?  had been her motto. But that was for her. 

Sam... Sam deserved better than her microwave meals. She had been through so much, attacks, family troubles, addiction. What did such an incredible woman do to deserve such a shitty predicament. She deserved way more than the best breakfast ever, but this was at least a start.

So there Kirby was, looking at a recipe for blueberry pancakes on her phone, mixing together all of the ingredients. It feels like the second she's fixed one problem, another comes up.

"Wait... this recipe only makes like, three pancakes, I gotta double it," she realizes, "how much do I have to add?" God she's making such a mess. These pancakes better be good.

Sunday was Sam's only day off work, so she usually took advantage of being able to sleep in. This gave Kirby extra time, which if she wanted this to work, she would definitely need.

Somewhere in the mayhem of re-opening the bag of flour, Kirby hears a loud crashing sound. Fuck. She turns around to find a bowl shattered on the floor. Luckily it wasn't her pancakes. The blonde makes quick work cleaning up the mess she's created. It's not her first time cleaning up this kind of mess.

Once the glass is disposed of, she resumes on the pancakes. 

"Time for blueberries," she smiles to herself, "see, this isn't that hard, Kirby."

Turning on the stove, Kirby pours the pancake batter into the pan, hoping for the best.

"Morning," Kirby hears a voice yawn behind her. She turns around to see her girlfriend in a tank top, revealing her muscles. God how did she get someone so beautiful.

"Good morning gorgeous," she smiles, "what are you doing out of bed this early?"

"Some crashing noise woke me up, what are you doing in here?"

"I was trying to make you breakfast," she admits.

"You can cook?" the taller girl asks incredulously.

"Of course I can," the blonde lies, "see, I know exactly what I'm doing!" She tries to flip the pancake, barely succeeding only to realize that the side she just cooked was burnt to a crisp.

"You were saying," she ruffles Kirby's short blonde hair.

"Okay, you've caught me. I have no idea what I'm doing," she confesses.

"Let me help you," the taller girl smiles takes the spatula from her girlfriend before leaning down to kiss her nose.

"First of all," she starts, "you are so adorable to try and do this for me. I'm so lucky to have someone like you."

 Kirby blushes at the compliment, "Thank you, cutie."

"Second of all, you should not have the stove heat up this high," she continues, "not unless you want burnt slab for breakfast. Also, you should usually put oil or butter on the bottom of the pan unless it's one of those fancy non-stick ones."

"Good to know," Kirby makes a mental note, and turns down the stove setting and grabs some butter, setting the whole stick down on the pan.

"No, silly, not that much butter, just enough to lightly coat the pan," Sam giggles. 

"Oh," Kirby hides her face in embarrassment. She takes the butter out of the pan, cutting it up into smaller pieces, "is this a good amount?" Sam nodded approvingly. Kirby takes one of the pieces and lightly sets it down on the pan.

Sam pours some batter into the pan, "okay, so you're gonna wait for a few minutes before you flip it." Kirby nods understandingly. 

When time comes to flip the pancake, Kirby struggles immensely. She fumbles with the spatula, "how does it get under that?" she wonders aloud.

"Here, let me help," Sam puts her hand on Kirby's, sending shivers down the shorter girl's back. Carefully, Sam guides her girlfriend through the motions of flipping a pancake.

"See," she says, "it looks great!"

"Yeah! I'm so glad."

"I don't even get a 'thank you'?" Sam teases.

Kirby spins around to face Sam, keeping their hands connected. She cups Sam's cheek, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Is that a good enough thank you?"

"I guess," Sam rolls her eyes.

"Oh my god, get a room!" Tara groans, going back into her room.

"Since when were you here?" Kirby asks.

"I live here, and neither of you are quiet."

"Jeez okay, get some sleep, Junior Carpenter," Kirby laughs.

Once the first pancake is done, Kirby starts on the second. It takes her a while to get the hang of it, but with Sam next to her, helping her through the process, it's a lot less overwhelming.

 Sam gets a plate of pancakes and brings them to the table, Kirby behind her.

"Thank you for making me breakfast, baby," Sam kisses Kirby's forehead before sitting down herself.

The taller girl takes one bite before looking her girlfriend dead in the eyes, "Kirby, did you use salt instead of sugar?"

[slxsherr]

Bizarre Love Triangle

part II of Feeling Like I Never Should

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker

summary: kirby is so much more than just your best friend.

wc: 1661

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, degradation, praise, ffm threesome (?), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, throuple

a/n: sorry this took so long please enjoy!!!

Kirby is your best friend, but recently she’s realized she likes you more than a friend should. She’s been avoiding you and Charlie, too afraid to make things weird between the three of you, unknowingly making things weirder. 

“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby calls as she enters your house, drunk off her ass after another lame party. 

But you’re not anywhere to be found. Your house is usually empty, your parents aren’t home much, but usually you’re on the couch watching something. Since she’s met you, your house has been her home away from home.

Tired and drunk, she makes her way to your room. You’re not there either, and she quickly scrolls through her contacts to find your number. She puts you on speaker, clumsily taking off her clothes to crawl into your bed. 

“Hello?” Your tired voice crackles over the line. 

“Where are you?” Kirby asks, her voice whinier than intended. 

“I’m at Charlie’s. Why?” Your voice a whisper now. 

“Because you’re not home and I just left a party,” she answers, patting the empty space beside her where your body usually is. 

“Are you at my house?”

“Yes, I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you,” she says, turning over to face away from the empty space in your bed. 

“I love you too,” you say, hanging up. 

You don’t get home as early as you thought you would. Charlie kept you longer than you anticipated, and by the time you get home, Kirby is already gone. She doesn’t answer your texts until after you get out of the shower, letting you know you can come over.

Just like Kirby feels comfortable waltzing into your house unannounced, you walk into hers using a spare key she gave you. Her parents are at home about as much as yours are, which isn’t much. Probably why the two of you gravitate towards each other so much.

“Kirby?” You call, making your way towards her room. 

“Yeah?” She answers from her bed. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask, joining her on the bed. 

“Mm, not great,” she says, which you expected since she forgets to drink water and take aspirin after drinking. 

“That’s what you get, party animal,” you tease, wrapping your arms around her when she moves to embrace you. 

“If Charlie didn’t steal you away from me I wouldn’t be hurting so much,” she says, her serious tone revealing the underlying meaning. 

“Don’t blame him,” you say, and she can hear the frown in your voice. 

“Has he even taken you out on a date?” She asks, holding you tighter to her. 

“Yes, he took me to see Paranormal Activity 3,” you answer matter-of-factly. 

“How romantic,” she remarks sarcastically. 

“If you’re just gonna insult my boyfriend–” you begin to say. 

“Your boyfriend?” Kirby interrupts you, surprised by the label. 

“I’m leaving,” you say, moving out of her hold and off the bed. 

“No, don’t leave,” she says, moving after you. 

“No, Kirby. You don’t get to ignore me and Charlie after a night like that, then call me drunk because you showed up to my house and for once I wasn’t there,” you say, leaving her room before she can respond. 

Charlie’s hair is soft, a surprise since you know for a fact the only products he uses are drugstore shampoo and conditioner. His head rests on your stomach, allowing you to play with his hair as the two of you watch some classics. The way he talks about the effects, the slasher backstories, and the behind the scenes stories reminds you of your movie nights with Kirby.

“Babe?” Charlie asks in a soft voice. 

“Hm?” You respond with a hum. 

“Are you tired? Wanna go to bed?” He asks, checking on you. 

“No, just spaced out a bit I guess,” you say, hands still messing with his hair.

“Have you talked to Kirby?” He asks, turning over so that he can face you. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs when you answer with a sour expression on your face. 

“I don’t get how she can be so dense,” you say with a sigh. 

“Love makes you stupid I guess,” he jokes. 

“Does that make me stupid?” You laugh. 

“Extremely,” he says, moving up to kiss you.

Charlie knows there’s something between you and Kirby, even before the intimate night the three of you shared. It confused him, because you treated him just as you treated Kirby, and Kirby treated him just like she treated you. It hurt both of you when she began to distance herself, and the two of you only had each other to turn to. 

Kirby hates that she can’t bring herself to make things right between you. She throws herself into Jill and Olivia’s bullshit, hoping their mundane, heteronormative boy troubles will distract her from you and Charlie. But she still can’t bring herself to skip Stab-A-Thon. Olivia, and Jill and Trevor are going anyway, it’d be weird if she didn’t go too. 

It’s a big turnout, the most popular Cinema Club event of the year, crowds of intoxicated teens waiting for the movies to start. She watches you and Charlie throughout the night, following the two of you up to the hayloft towards the end of the first movie. After some liquid courage, she feels brave enough to confront the two of you. 

She’s not sure why she expected something different, following you both to the somewhat secluded space. But she didn’t expect to see you on your knees with Charlie’s cock down your throat. Her body moves before she realizes, mouth speaking words she hadn’t even thought. 

“You are such a slut,” she says, her hand landing on Charlie’s shoulder as she stops beside the two of you, startling you both. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she says when your head stops bobbing. “Keep going, good girl,” she praises, her hand moving to the back of your head to set a rhythm for you. 

“You know, you’re really lucky Charlie,” Kirby says, her grip tightening on his shoulder. “Most guys’ don’t have such easy cocksluts for a girlfriend, barely ever get blowjobs,” she says over his whimpers, moving your head faster.

“She’s not a slut,” he says, voice breathy as Kirby continues to move your mouth on him like a toy. 

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she coos, meeting your teary eyes. “But just look at her,” she says, turning his head down to watch the drool spill out the sides of your mouth and onto your exposed cleavage, his eyes trailing lower to see the hand not holding his thigh under your skirt, touching yourself over your panties. 

“Fuck,” Charlie whines, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

“You gonna cum?” Kirby asks, taunting him. 

“Uh-huh,” he moans, hands grabbing your head as Kirby continues controlling your movements.

“Go ahead, cum down her throat. Make her swallow it all,” she says, holding your head still as his hips move on their own, chasing his release. 

Tears stream down your face as you gag around his cock, the tip bruising the back of your throat, nails scratching his thighs from the force. You do your best to swallow it all, but some spills out the sides of your mouth, following the trail of drool down to your tits. Finally, they let you go, watching your pretty face relax from the facefuck you just received. 

“Pretty girl, come here,” Kirby instructs, patting her thigh as she sits on a bale of hay.

You crawl over to her on your hands and knees, too weak to stand. Charlie sits on the floor next to her, his head laying against the outside of her thigh, watching you straddle her thigh. She tucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband, exposing your damp panties. 

“Poor thing,” she says with faux sympathy, rocking your hips back and forth. “Bet you wish he was fucking your cunt instead.”

“Please!” You cry, holding onto her forearms when she bounces you on her thigh, your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and the denim of her jeans euphorically.

“Shh, don’t wanna get caught, do you?” She says, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you moving at a steady rhythm. “Charlie, play with her tits,” she says, watching you bite your knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet.

“So beautiful,” he praises, pulling your top and bra down to expose your chest. “Fucking perfect,” he says, cupping your breasts, tweaking your nipples, and kneading the flesh. 

Your belly flares with heat, grinding your slick cunt against Kirby’s thigh in desperation. She’s moving your hips forcefully, holding you tighter as you attempt to move on your own as you approach your orgasm. Your hands cup her jawline gently, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as you reach your high, your moans muffled by her mouth. 

“Feel better?” She asks, watching your thighs twitch as you ride out your orgasm. 

“No,” you whine, dropping your head to avoid her gaze. 

“No?” She echoes your answer, surprised. 

“How can she feel better when you’re just gonna ignore us tomorrow?” Charlie asks, massaging your shaking legs. 

“I won’t–” Kirby begins to say. 

“If you just want to fool around, that’s fine,” you interrupt her. “But this will be the last time, because I love you and I can’t keep doing this if you expect there to be no strings attached.” 

“You love me? But you and Charlie–” she tries to say. 

“Think three’s a party,” Charlie interrupts her this time. 

“So, do you wanna be our girlfriend?” You ask, holding Charlie’s hand for reassurance. 

“Gladly,” she answers, wrapping her arms around you when you lunge forward to hug her. 

“Can I?” You ask, tracing the button of her jeans when you separate. 

“Sure,” she says, watching you strip her bottom half and settle between her thighs, Charlie slowly moving behind you.

[fanficsformyfaves]

So Sweet

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Dom!Kirby, Sub!Reader, Fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mentions of Murders and Police Investigation

PREFACE: Reader is Kirby's fiancé and an old friend of Sam's from when she worked with her at the bowling alley in Modesto. Once she found out about the Ghostface attacks in New York, she had to go and make sure Sam and Tara were okay

A/N: Texts are Colored and in Bold!

Flashbacks in Italics!

She is my newest hyper fixation, so, enjoy <3

"Sam?", I call out,

Making her turn towards me. Once I made sure it was actually her, my shoulders' finally drop in relief.

"Oh my god", I whisper to myself,

Before walking up and pulling her into a hug.

"I was so worried. We practically sped all the way here"

"You didn't need to come all this way", she says

"Are you kidding me? Once I heard about the case from my fiancé, I just packed a bag and hopped in her car", I reassured,

Pulling away, as she sighs.

"You're my friend, Sam. I had to make sure you were okay"

She smiles and looks down at her feet.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it"

Just then, her eyebrows raise in confusion whilst looking back up at me.

"Wait...fiancé?"

That's when I realized I never got to tell her.

"I guess life's gotten away from me. Yeah, I'm getting married"

"No fucking way"

I couldn't help, but laugh at her surprised expression.

"To who?!"

"Well-"

"Baby!", a familiar voice calls out,

We both look behind us and there she was. Despite being together for years, she never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

Kirby and I met when I moved to Atlanta in pursuit of a better job than the one I had in Modesto. I was at the grocery store, checking out the ingredients I was gonna use for dinner, when the cashier swiped my card.

"Sorry, ma'am, but this card was declined", she let me know,

"Oh, um, could you try it again?"

"Of course"

She tries the card once more and sure enough, we ran into the same problem.

"It's still declined"

"I got it", a woman answered,

I turn around and it felt like I got the wind knocked out of me. There weren't enough words to describe just how beautiful she was. From the greens and blues in her eyes to the rosy pink lips and soft blonde hair...she was something straight out of a movie.

I eventually snap out of the lavender haze that was consuming me with each passing moment and go to stop her.

"Oh no, please, I couldn't-"

"I insist", she interrupts,

Swiping her own card. Not only was she breathtaking, but her heart was just as perfect. I smile to myself and take my now-bagged groceries. We made our way outside to the parking lot and she walks me to my car.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way", I introduce shyly,

"Kirby", she grinned,

"Is there anyway I could repay you?"

"Well...you could take my number, as a thank you"

I let out a laugh, before realizing she was being serious.

"Oh! Um, sure", I reply,

Getting my phone out. She takes it and starts putting in her number. Was this really happening? If this was all just a dream and I wake up right now, I'll be so pissed. Once we had each other’s contacts saved, I slid my phone back into my pocket.

"Maybe next time, you'll forget your wallet at a gas station and I can ask you out for dinner", she jokes,

Handing me back my phone.

Her sense of humor was only one of the many things that made me fall for her. We spent the next few months just flirting and getting to know each other. We would meet for dinners, coffee and even horror movie marathons at each other's houses.

One habit I picked up since I met her was looking forward to the sweet little morning texts she'd send me.

Kirby<3: Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well

And every time, without fail, I would squeal into my pillow like a child.

Me: Good morning! I did, hope you did too. Are we still on for binging the Conjuring movies?

Kirby<3: Are you kidding?

Just then she sends me a photo of the snacks, drinks and an infinite amount of candy.

Kirby<3: I've got them all in chronological order! I'm just waiting for you to bring your fine ass over here

It didn't take long for us to become official.

It happened one night, after one of our little rendezvous. There we were. Laying in her bed, sweaty and out of breath. Our limbs tangled together, holding me tight against her bare skin.

"You are amazing", I exhale,

As I attempted to catch my breath.

"I know", she joked,

Pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder and causing a soft chuckle to escape me.

"You know what I've been thinking about?", she questioned,

"Hm?"

"...How much I love you"

It was as if time came to a screeching halt, the moment those words left her lips. Afraid that this was all just a figment of my imagination, I hesitantly turn to face her.

"What?"

Maybe I was just hearing things. She laughs and gently caresses the apple of my cheek, like I was a piece of glass she was too scared to break.

"I love you, (Y/N)", she repeats,

Leaning in to kiss me once more. Little did I know that this night was the beginning of the rest of our lives together.

When Sam realized who it was walking towards us, her jaw drops in shock.

"Kirby?”

“Surprise!”, she greeted,

Putting an arm around the small of my waist, before I turn my head to meet her kiss.

“Wait, when did this happen?”, she questioned,

“About six months ago”, Kirby answered,

As I smiled at her.

“I’m so happy for you guys, really. It’s so good to see you again”

“It’s good to see you, too…I mean…better circumstances would’ve been nicer, but-”

Samantha tilts her head and shrugs in agreement.

"How are you and Tara holding up?", I asked,

"Holding up", she replied,

Looking back at her sister and friends.

"A friend of mine who works at the Plaza booked you guys a suite. You'll have extra security there", Kirby informs,

"Kirby-", Sam goes to argue

"Don't bother saying no", I interrupt,

Knowing Kirby wouldn't let Sam and the rest to fend for themselves out here.

"This is your safety, Samantha. You shouldn't risk it, especially with that psycho's targets on your backs", she explained,

Gesturing to her sister and friends, who were now approaching us.

"Kirby, this Mindy and Chad. Their friends of ours from Woodsboro", Sam introduced,

"Great, even more people to add to our suspect list", the young woman replied,

"I'm sorry?", I asked,

Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, this whole thing is obviously someone staging another stab movie, so...that makes you two the newest characters to look out for", she explained,

Before I could question any further, Kirby decided to reply instead.

"She's right"

"What?", I turn to my fiancé,

"That's a fair observation. Good to know we have another horror movie fan in our midst, could never have too many", she reassured,

I shake my head playfully. After making sure everyone was okay, the car we ordered to take them to the plaza shows up.

"That's your ride. Sam, you have our numbers"

She nods.

"Just let us know when you make it there safe. The Airbnb we're staying at is right across the street, if you need anything", I bid goodbye,

"Thank you", she smiles,

Before following her friends into the car.

~

Later that evening, we got back to the apartment after Kirby was done doing whatever else she needed to do at the at the police station.

"I am beat", she exhales,

Flopping onto the couch.

"You're telling me", I replied,

Joining her and laying against her chest, as she held me close to kiss the top of my head.

"I can't believe we're actually getting married"

"Yeah", I chuckle,

Kissing the forearms that were wrapped around me. We spend a few moments laying in the comforting silence, when she decided to speak once more.

"How tired are you?"

"A little tired", I turn to face her,

"What's up?"

That's when I notice the smirk on her face and immediately knew why she asked.

"Oh"

She giggles, before leaning in to kiss me. Despite how many we've shared, each kiss was only more exciting than the last. I flip onto my front and straddle the expanse of her thighs. Her hands making their way up my hips and settling around my waist to hold me where she wanted.

Her lips eventually trail past my cheeks and down to my neck. Marking my skin with one hickey after the other.

She slightly pulls away, while her fingers tug at the bottom of my shirt, almost as if to ask if she could take it off. The day I say no to that question was the day I'd officially lost my mind.

I nod and she pulls it off over my head, leaving me in just a black bralette.

“Good fucking god”, she praised,

Causing a delicious chill to run up my spine. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she reaches behind me and undoes my bra, before letting it fall down my arms. My top half was now left completely exposed to the draft in the apartment, which was made apparent by my buds immediately hardening at the cool air.

She pulls me in closer and wraps her lips around one, while the fingers on her free hand began to pinch and roll the other. There was no stopping the onslaught of whines and pleading moans that were escaping me.

I lean into her touch, as each hum she made against me caused vibrations to travel down to my core, only causing me to grow wetter and needier for what she had planned next. My hips began to grind against hers, granting me some kind of friction to alleviate the growing ache between my legs.

"How long has it been?", she mumbled against my breast,

"Too long", I exhale,

Getting back on my feet, allowing her to unbutton my jeans and drag it down to my ankles. I hastily step out of them, before straddling her once more.

She then lays me down and her lips make their way down my chest and stomach, till she was finally where I needed her. Her fingers wrap around the waistband of my underwear and slides them off of me, prior to being thrown across the room.

She parts my legs and takes a moment to admire the mess she was making out of me.

"So fucking good", she whispered,

Before nipping at my inner thighs and making them tighten around her head, to which she throws them over her shoulders and pulls me in even closer. Finally having had enough with teasing me, she dives right in. Her tongue licking up all of the arousal, as I gasp at the contact.

"Mmm, my sweet girl", she hums,

Sucking at my clit. She knew just what to do to drive me up the wall and have me begging for more.

Kirby always went on and on about the way I tasted. She said that if she had it her way, my legs would be over her shoulders all day long.

I could be do anything, like washing the dishes and she would just turn me around, get on her knees, spread mine apart and just dive right in. Once she'd gotten her fix, she would just get back up, kiss me and move on like she didn't just have me screaming and shaking.

Her fingers start rubbing up and down my slit, only adding onto the pleasure that was already consuming me.

She finally slips her digits into me and they immediately press against my g-spot. A gasp fleeing out of me as a result. It didn't take long, before she picked up momentum and was ramming into me faster and harder.

"Fuck, yes!", I whined,

Grabbing onto her golden locks for dear life.

She didn't let up once.

"You taste so fucking good", she cooed,

Swallowing me whole like I was the last thing she would ever have again. The familiar knot in my stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

"Don't stop!", I cry out,

"Don't plan on it", she teased,

Before continuing her ministrations on me. Her fingers repeatedly hitting my sweet spot every time she plunged into me, as my walls clenched around them like a vice. I knew it was only a matter of time before I-

"You're close, aren't you? Be good for me, baby, let me fucking have it"

That was all I needed to hear. I came with a screaming moan and let myself go all over her welcoming mouth. Once she was done swallowing the mess I made, she licked me up clean, causing a whine to escape me from the overstimulation. I was always so sensitive and she knew that. So it came as no surprise to me, when she giggled at my reaction.

Finally coming up for air, Kirby then pressed her swollen lips against mine.

"Can you taste yourself?", she mumbled with a smirk,

I nod and she pulls away.

"Think you can handle one more?", she questioned,

"I brought your favorite toy", she added,

Rubbing circles onto my sides with her thumbs. How on earth could I say no to that? I nod, still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm that I just had.

"I need to hear you say it, baby", she says,

"Yes, please", I shyly answer,

She chuckles and leaves me with a kiss to the cheek, before hurrying off towards the bedroom. She then comes back with the strap and places it on the edge of the couch.

I got back on my feet and helped her out of her clothes, as we continued making out. I get her top, pants, bra and thong off and no matter how many times I've seen her naked, I was always left speechless at how beautiful she was. Every dip and curve making my mouth water from how badly I needed her.

"Just to let you know, a picture would last longer", she teased,

"Oh, shut up"

She laughs, stepping into the harness, as I helped secure her into it. I lay back down and she gets in between my legs, wrapping them around her waist. She grabs the base and drags the tip up and down my slit, causing my hips to buck up against hers.

"Someone's excited", she exhaled against my ear,

Dragging her tongue against the tender point behind it.

Finally having had enough with the torture, she pushes the toy into me in one swift thrust. A surprised gasp escaping me as a result.

She began pounding into my needy cunt with such need, it felt like the couch was squeaking against the floor.

"God, you're tight", she mumbled,

Struggling against the firm grip I had on the toy, whilst burying her face in my neck, littering my skin with hickeys and bite marks.

The climax I hit not too long ago still rendered me sensitive, so, I was already on the verge of having another orgasm, only this one was growing more intense than the last one due to me being overstimulated.

By this time, the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The sounds of my pathetic cries and our skins slapping against each other echoing throughout the halls.

I wouldn't have been surprised if we got a noise complaint by tomorrow morning.

"Does that feel good, baby? Did you miss this as much as I did?", she groans,

Ramming even harder and faster into g-spot.

"Yes! I'm so fucking close!", I scream between my moans,

"Do it for me. Cum"

The knot in my stomach snaps and comes undone, as I cried out one final time.

My body immediately goes limp, allowing Kirby to gently pull out, causing me to whine at the sudden emptiness. She always made me feel so deliciously full.

Once she rids herself of the toy, she scooped me up into her arms and lays me on top of her bare chest, before grabbing the blanket to shield us against the apartment's cool draft.

"That was...wow", I exhale.

My mind still reeling from the euphoric state it was just consumed by. She chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"God, I love you", she says,

"I love you too", I replied,

Looking back up at her in awe. She leans down and presses another one of her kisses to my eager lips.

"So sweet", she smiles.

Let's just say I spent the rest of the night returning the favor.

[axinite25]

"how do you process your feelings?"

Me:

[f1nalgirlz]

masterlist♡

key:

smut - ☆

angst - ✧

fluff - ♡

not smut but not fluff either - ✿

ship content - ☾

Scream franchise:

Charlie Walker-

sleep overs are fun! ☆☆☆

i need you. ☆☆☆

pokerface ☆☆☆

pokerface 3 ✧✧✧

mask kink ☆☆☆

horror movies ☆☆☆

Charlie's so hot

Charlie's so hot 2 ☆☆☆

desperation ☆☆☆

best friends brother(headcannons) ✿✿✿

music taste (headcannons) ✿✿✿

Mommy Kink

Kirby Reed-

pokerface ☆☆☆

pokerface 2 ☆☆☆

pokerface 3 ✧✧✧

Jill Roberts-

Stu Macher-

Billy Loomis-

Mindy Meeks Martin-

Chad Meeks Martin-

Sam Carpenter-

Ethan Landry-

Rory characters (minus Charlie)

Clyde (Electrick Children)-

wanna smoke? ✿✿✿

brother's best friend ✿✿✿

Mommy Kink

Dan Cooper (Intruders)-

stormy night ☆☆☆

Valentines ♡♡♡

Mommy Kink

R!euronymous (Lords of Chaos)-

argument -> sex ☆☆☆

Mommy Kink

Jack Thurlow (Jack goes Home)-

Valentineseve ☆☆☆

Mommy Kink

Creepypasta:

Tobias Rogers/Ticci Toby-

Eyeless Jack-

Laughing Jack-

Jeff the killer-

Saltburn:

Farleigh Start-

Venetia Catton-

Felix Catton-

Only Friends:

Sand-

Ray-

Sandray/Raysand-

Topmew-

what i'm most likely to write:

This will be updated and changed around semi-often but i felt like i needed to organize my account before it was too big of a hassle to do so.

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[fandomlovingtransgirl32]

I feel like Kirby would know about Sam's and Tara's relationship

I can totally see that. I wonder how she would have found out. But given the fact she's an FBI agent, she probably just noticed how Sam and Tara give each other literal heart eyes & the constant touching.