#richie kirsch x y/n

[suicidalslasher]

𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧   𝙎𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙇. + 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙆.

Once again, have no idea how to end stories. Yall should know this by now. Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy this :)  There isn’t that much smut, it’s more dialogue than anything but... do hope you enjoy it, regardless.    

WARNINGS:  Non-con, dark themes, slight abuse, oral receiving and oral giving (both male on female and female on male.) Threesome between two brothers  so ig incest..?? (but also not REALLY!! I figured I’d tag that still, though. Basically both brothers love the girl. lol.) Female!Reader. She/Her pronouns used. 

(Y/N) occasionally had a distinct feeling that someone was watching her. She always dismissed it, assuming that since she lived in a big city and felt that way only because she was paranoid. Surely at some point someone was going to be staring at her.  It was the city and people often had wandering eyes. When she turned around as that feeling grew stronger, her paranoia thickening, nobody appeared to be returning her gaze and she'd be there, in the middle of the sidewalk, feeling foolish by her fear.  

But for some strange reason, it was worse today. Her fear only seemed to intensify, making her feel more terrified despite her best efforts to block out her silly thoughts about it.  (Y/N) was walking back home from a late shift at her job. It was already past midnight, and the streets were eerily quiet.  Only a few cars were in sight. Other than that the town was empty, almost as if it was a ghost town. She felt that familiar feeling of being watched again, and this time, it was stronger than ever before. Her heart began to race, and she quickened her pace, hoping to make it home without incident. (Y/N) tried her best to calm herself down, whispering soft reassuring words under her breath with each step she took.

  As she turned a corner, she saw a shadowy figure standing under a streetlight, watching her intently. 

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, her body going cold as tried to make out who it was, but it was too dark to see their face. She began to walk faster, this time in the opposite direction,  but the figure seemed to be following her. She could hear their footsteps behind her.

(Y/N)'s mind raced with fear and uncertainty. Was this person following her on purpose?  Did they mean to harm her? She couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence.

 Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel her palms getting clammy. Sweat had even began to pool on her forehead, sticking to her skin as she walked faster, her breathing heavy and ragged as she quickened her pace.

Suddenly, the foot steps grew louder and with her bottom lip tugged in-between her teeth, she takes a shaky breath before she spins around to face the figure. In the dim light, she could make out the silhouette of a tall man, dressed in a black cloak,  pulled low over his face. 

As he lifted his face, however, she gasps when she realizes it's none other than Ghostface himself. Whether it was a copy-cat or the actual legitimate one... the fear remained, nonetheless. 

The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end and she stumbled back as she muttered: "What do you want?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The man stepped closer to her, and (Y/N) shook with fear as he came closer to her. 

"You," he whispered, his voice low and menacing... not only that but it was disoriented, almost staticky.  There was no way that was his real voice. (Y/N) tried to back away, but the man was quick to reach forward her, grabbing her wrist as he pulled her towards him. She struggled to break free, but his grip was too strong and she was far too weak. "Let go of me!" she screamed, feeling a surge of adrenaline run through her veins. But the man only laughed, and pushed her roughly against a nearby wall. (Y/N) winced as the impact with the wall jarred her body, and she struggled to catch her breath. She looked up at the man with fear in her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. The man leaned in close to her, his voice husky and seductive. "Don't fight it," he whispered. "You know you want this." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock and disgust. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man was a monster, and she needed to get away from him. Summoning all her strength, she kicked him in the shin and twisted her wrist free from his grasp. Then she turned and ran as fast as she could down the dark alleyway. Behind her, she could hear the man cursing and chasing after her, but she didn't look back. She just ran, her heart pounding in her chest, until she felt the cool night air of the city on her face. Breathless and shaking, (Y/N) collapsed onto the sidewalk. She looked around, trying to get her bearings and figure out where she was. She had been so focused on getting away from the man that she hadn't been paying any attention to her surroundings. As she caught her breath, (Y/N) took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had always known that there were dangerous people in the city, but she had never expected to be attacked like that. With a shiver, (Y/N) got back to her feet and started walking. She needed to find a safe place to go, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts and figure out what to do next. As she walked, (Y/N) felt a wave of anger and determination wash over her. She wasn't going to let that man get away with what he had done. She would report him to the police and make sure that she was brought to justice. With a new sense of purpose, (Y/N) walked on, her mind racing with plans and ideas. As she turned around the next corner, however, her heart skipped a beat when she saw him again. How had he gotten there so quickly?! He was leaning against the wall and once he notices her, he waves the knife clasped between his gloved hand in the air. (Y/N)'s anger then turned back to fear and concern.  How did he find her? How did he get to her again so quickly, so fast and sudden? She quickly turned around and started to run back the way she came, feeling him hot on her heels. But she wasn't fast enough. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair and the next thing she knows,  she's being yanked to the ground, her face scraping against the concrete. The man stood over her, the mask still perfectly wrapped around his face. She couldn't see his eyes but she knew he was looking at her with a nasty, cold glare. She could practically feel it. 

"You really thought you could get away from me?" he sneered, that haunting voice sending shivers up and down her spine. "You should have known better than to mess with me, sweetie." (Y/N) tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back towards him. She felt his gloved hands on her body, tearing at her clothes. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed for help, but no one came to her aid. The man laughed at her desperation and leaned in closer, even through the mask she could feel the warmth of his breath against her face. "You're mine now," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I want with you." (Y/N)'s  heart raced as she struggled against his grip, but it was no use. The man was too strong. Before he could really do anything, though, there's a voice coming from down the alley.   "Hey, there! What are you doing?" the voice asked.  She couldn't believe it. She was going to be saved. Tears of happiness and gratitude swelled in her eyes. However, as the stranger crept closer, she realizes that the man wasn't there to save her. 

Not only that but she's seen this man before... she actually had dated him, once upon a time ago. Her eyes grow wide and it feels as though everything seemed to stop. Time, the beating of her heart, even the sounds of the city had gone deaf in her ears. All she can muster out is; "Richie?" Her ex-boyfriend, Richie, stood before her with a sly smile on his face.  This was not happening. Her mind was nonstop racing, the same as her heart. 

Richie  Kirsch was dead. 

He had gotten killed back in Woodsboro when it was announced he had been the Ghostface killer. And yet... he stood in front of her, very much alive and breathing. She had always known that he was bad news, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined him to be involved in something like this.  

How he even was able to get away with such an act, murder nonetheless, was questionable. How he was able to fake his own death as well.... question after question popped up in her head. He had never been the smartest guy around, if she were honest...  So, how he was able to pull such a stunt was... very much surprising. "Long time no see, babe," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's a shame we had to meet this way, though." She shuddered at the cold, hard look in his eyes. This was not the same man she had once loved. He was dangerous, and she knew that she was in trouble. "What do you want from me, Richie?"  (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He crouched down, getting on the floor with her as  his breath hit against her face, hot against her skin as he spoke.  

"I want you, my dear," he said. "We both do."  Richie then motioned for  the  hooded figure to reveal himself. The  stranger chuckles deeply as he stood up, Richie  taking over his position to hold (Y/N) down. The stranger then drops the cloak at his feet and as he rips his mask off,  revealing  himself as Ethan. 

Ethan was not only one of her best friends but he had also worked with her at the local coffee shop, too. Ethan turned to (Y/N), a devilish smirk on his own face.

 "Surprised, bestie?"   "H-How...? What?"   "Meet my baby brother, (Y/N)." Richie smiled, the grin growing even more sinister and his eyes grew even more dark. (Y/N) couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would burst out of her chest. She had always known Ethan as the sweet and caring guy who would do anything for her, but she had never imagined him in this light. "Don't be scared, my love," Richie  whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.  "We just want to show you a good time." She tried to push him away, but his grip on her tightened. "You wouldn't want to make us angry, now would you?" "Please, guys, this is not right," she managed to say, her voice breaking as she croaked out her words.  "We're not going to hurt you, (Y/N). We just want to have some fun." Ethan reassured. "Just me and my big brother here." He smiled.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that she was trapped. The two men had her cornered and she didn't know how to escape. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind racing with thoughts of what they might do to her. The answer was obvious.  Richie leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. "Relax, baby. We'll make it worth your while." He reassured. "Don't you remember the good times we shared? How good you felt wrapped around my cock? How wet your cunt always got when I'd shove my cock deep inside of you? Don't you want that now? Don't you miss it? Don't you miss me? Don't lie, (Y/N)..." Ritchie said with an eyeroll. "I know you still think about me when you fuck yourself at night." This last piece of information was what did it. (Y/N) felt her face burn as redness coated her cheeks. Richie smirked, knowing he was right. "There's the (Y/L/N) I know and love." He cooed.  At the words, her body shivered. She felt her cheeks heat up as something in her stomach twisted. Feeling a rumble deep in her lower stomach, she realized she was hungry again. Her body still craved him like it craved air.  "Please..." She whimpered. "Please don't do this..." She begged. "Don't hurt me..." Richie let out a little laugh as his hand moved up to her cheek, the way he had done earlier. He brushes his thumb across her skin before he places his thumb across her lower lip, letting himself into her hot and warm mouth, brushing his digit across her tongue.

 "Baby, we're not going to hurt you...." He repeated in a reassuring manner as he then pressed his lips to her forehead. "Unless you want us to..." He whispered into her hair. He then took his finger out of her mouth before he looked at her with such hunger and fire and before he can stop himself, he's crashing his lips onto hers. In a daze of lust, (Y/N) couldn't help but kiss him back. She let out a soft moan against his mouth as his kiss became more urgent and demanding. Her body was reacting to him like it always had. His tongue swirled and danced against hers, his breath hot and heavy against her face. 

All of this was so fucked up.. all of this was so wrong but.. if that were the case, how come it felt so... so awfully right? As the kiss deepened, (Y/N) remembered Ethan. She broke away from Richie's kiss and turned around to find Ethan standing behind them, that same smirk on his face only deepening as he chuckled and gave a small wave to her.  Her heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. She was about to be taken by two men,  brothers no less, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.... 

Part of her also didn't want to stop them. Not anymore.. not since she knows who it was behind the masks. As dangerous as they were, there was part of her that knew they weren't going to hurt her.  

 "Come in. Let's get her back to the apartment."   Ethan said. Richie nodded as he stood up, taking (Y/N) with him.  *~* The moment they get her back to her apartment and as soon as the doors open, they're both dragging her toward her bedroom. As soon as they get there, Richie is pushing her to the bed, Ethan quick to follow.  (Y/N) tries to resist but her body feels heavy and unresponsive. She's in a haze, barely able to make out their faces as they loom over her. 

There was so much going on, so many feelings overwhelming her.  Richie pins her down while Ethan pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "What are you doing?" (Y/N) slurs, her words barely coherent. "Taking control," Ethan answers, his voice low and dangerous. "You've been acting out of line, (Y/N). Especially with what happened back there. You need to be punished." Before she can protest, Ethan snaps the cold metal around her wrists, chaining her to the bedpost. (Y/N) struggles to break free but the restraints hold her down, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Richie watches from the sidelines, his intense gaze fixated on her. "What do you wish to do now, little brother?"  Richie asks, his voice eager. "Now we teach her a lesson," Ethan declares, his eyes darkening with lust. "She needs to learn who's in charge." Ethan's hands then slide down her sides, (Y/N) closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the sensations. She felt her clothes being stripped away, leaving her skin exposed to their hungry gazes. Their hands were rough and demanding as they explored every inch of her body. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she craved their touch. It was like a drug that she couldn't get enough of. Their mouths were everywhere, kissing, licking, and biting every part of her, and she loved it.  Ethan leans in to kiss her passionately while Richie pulls her underwear off, the last remaining bit of clothes that she had on.  She moans into Ethan's mouth as he runs his hands all over her body, caressing her curves and making her shiver in anticipation. 

Richie, on the other hand, wastes no time in getting rid of his clothes and positioning himself between her legs. (Y/N) arches her back as Richie's tongue flicks over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ethan takes this opportunity to pull down his pants and offer his hard cock to her, which she eagerly takes into her mouth. She hadn't ever expected the night to end like this...   With her ex boyfriend who she thought was deceased and with her best friend who... somehow was hiding the fact he had been related to her dead boyfriend.  

But... she wasn't regretting it. She never did think she could love two people at the same time before but in this moment, she realizes she could and she did. (Y/N) still loved Richie (even despite his cruel and gruesome past) and she had also previously been questioning her feelings towards her best friend.

 She had came to the realization in this very moment that yes, she was in love with him as well.    "You're ours." Richie said as he lifted his head above from where he sat in-between her legs. His chin was drenched with her juices and his lips were swollen and red. He pinched her clit, making her squeak in response. "You belong to us, is that clear?" He said as he pressed his thumb and forefinger  harder against her cunt.   She nodded, due to the fact she couldn't quite do anything with an entire cock in her mouth.

 "I think that's a 'yes'." Ethan said with a chuckle. Richie grinned in response. 

 "I guess now the plan is just to make her 'scream', huh?"  Ethan rolled his eyes in reply to his brother's cheesy comment but he then nodded. "Let's." 

[ghqstfqce]

Richie y tn comprometidos y ethan celoso de esta decisión

♰ ¿Celoso? Chica, esta a nada de saltar sobre esa mesa y estrangular a su estúpido hermano, eras suya, no debió llegar tan lejos sinceramente.

♰ Antes podría haberse sentido mal por estos pensamientos, pero ahora solo desea que ojala hubieran terminado en una de esas tantas peleas que tú y Richie tuvieron. Si él te hubiera consolado quizás habrían terminado.

♰ No importa que Quinn le lance miradas de advertencia desde el otro lado de la mesa, su expresión de mierda no va a desaparecer de ahora en adelante, ese debería ser él y no Richie.

♰ Él debería ser quien te compro un hermoso anillo y quien tendría que presumirte ante su familia como logro atrapar a la chica más linda del mundo, no Richie.

♰ "Prometo que no te quitaré a tu hermano, Richie te sigue queriendo y yo también te quiero Ethan, eres mi hermano ahora, no?".

♰ Oh dulce (T/N), no le podría importar menos que le quites a Richie, por él podría irse al diablo, él te quería a ti. No esperaba que cuando le dijeras que lo querías fuera en estas circunstancias, es una mierda.

Por su puesto que Richie vio a través de toda su fachada de mierda. Por lo menos obtuvo el suficiente cerebro para notar cuando alguien estaba sobre su pareja.

Richie siempre lo había visto de fondo, como miraba con adoración a (T/N), como sería el primero en saltar en su ayuda si Richie no respondía a tiempo, sabía donde acababan las pequeñas cosas perdidas de (T/N) en la casa Kirsch o escuchar los pequeños discursos de Ethan para confesarte lo que sentía.

Así que no fue una sorpresa que bajo la idea de consolar a Ethan lo sacara del restaurante para platicar con su hermanito pequeño. La sonrisa y el abrazo lateral fraternal desaparecieron solo estuvieron fuera de la vista, y en su lugar Ethan fue empujado con fuerza contra la pared en el callejón junto al restaurante.

— Deje pasar este amor de cachorro porque pensé que eras tú siendo solo un adolescente tonto, pero esta mierda debe acabar ya.

— ¿Esta mierda? ¿Mis sentimientos por (T/N) son una mierda? ¿Entonces que son los tuyos?

Eso pareció ser lo correcto a decir aunque se sintiera tan bien, porque lo siguiente que supo fue que Richie tenía su mano alrededor del cuello de Ethan y su puño levantado.

— Vamos, hazlo, muestrale a (T/N) quien eres, idiota.

Richie lo soltó, pero no sin antes estrellar con fuerza la cabeza de Ethan contra la pared. Sabría que fue lo suficientemente fuerte para dejar una marca roja, pero no para sangrar.

— No sabes una mierda sobre lo que siento por (T/N), solo eres un pequeño niño obsesionado con la primer persona que te trato con decencia, tan paté...

Fue el turno de Ethan de atacar, sabía que en cualquier momento podrías salir y verlos montar esta escena, pero no podía permitir que Richie hablara de esa forma de ti y tus actos amorosos hacia él, sabía que no era verdad. Te amaba porque tú también parecías amarlo a él, no? No podría dejar que mancillaran su relación de esta forma.

— ¡Chicos! ¿¡Qué significa esto!?

Su padre, claro que saldría en su búsqueda. Podría imaginarlo pidiéndole a Quinn cuidarte mientras él iba a buscarlos, como si supiera lo que estaba sucediendo y no quisiera exponerte. Siempre al rescate de Richie.

Sabiendo que no se iría hasta que estuvieran lejos del otro, Ethan soltó a Richie con molestia para después avanzar fuera del sucio callejón y pasar al lado de su padre.

Sabía que no podría nunca mirar a los ojos a Richie y felicitarlo, pero por ti podría fingir un poco y felicitarte, no tenias la culpa de acabar en manoa de un idiota como su hermano.

[jazzyoranges]

Sam carpenter x reader with the song birds of a feather by Billie eilish maybe friends to lovers

Birds of a Feather

Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sam are best friends. until you aren’t

Words: 8k

A/n: ok we kinda went off script with this one but i’d describe this as friends to lovers with a few bumps. is friends to not friends to lovers a trope?

A/n 2: i have something to confess. i’ve never seen scream 5. that might be very evident in this

Warnings: intoxication, usage of drugs, Richie Kirsch, Sam deals with some hard shit, crying, ghostface aftermath, not a warning but Tara is a cutie, mention of a dead parent, maybe ooc sam cause i’ve never written for her and probably should’ve made a less lengthy fic so i could get a feel for her character but wtv 🤷‍♀️

“Hey- What the heck! What was that for, Sam!?” The young boy yells when Sam pushes him off the swing

“You jerk broke my friend’s crayons. She really liked them!” Sam points a finger at the boy, who’s now dusting himself off

“Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” He smiles a wicked grin. At least, what would be considered wicked in kindergarten

“I’ll never let you on the swings again!”

“I don’t see your name written on it!”

“That’s cause you’re stupid and can’t read!”

Tears well up in the young boys eyes. He blinks them away, running to tell on the teacher him and Sam share. Sam didn’t care, he deserved the insults anyways

“Sammy? What did you do to Carlos?” You run up to Sam, who’s glaring at the back of Carlos’ head from her seat on the swing

“I pushed him. He broke the crayons your dad gave you!” The Carpenter pulls you into a hug, not wanting to let go

“I know he did Sammy, but it’s not nice to push people” You reciprocate the hug, pulling back a bit to see Sam’s face and how her forehead was wrinkled with her eyebrows furrowed. You thought she was cute like one of your stuffed animals

“It’s not nice to break something that doesn’t belong to you! I did it because he was mean to you”

“You’re going to get in trouble! Mrs. Poppy doesn’t know you were trying to protect me”

“Then I’ll tell her, and Carlos will get in trouble too”

“Samantha Carpenter.” Your teacher’s voice was stern. Nothing like the sweet teacher you were used to. You backed away from Sam’s hug but you don’t go far. You hold her tiny hand with your own and make sure to stay close, rubbing her hand in hopes of comfort

“Is it true you pushed Carlos off the swings and said some mean things?”

“Yeah, but he was being mean to (Y/n) first! He broke her new crayons her dad got her! Mrs. Poppy, (Y/n) was really sad” Your dad couldn’t get you many new things due to being a single father. Especially new school supplies. Usually you’d reuse the crayons you didn’t lose or break from previous years or borrow some of Sam’s

On most days you took the bus home with Sam while your dad was off working his ass off to get you dinner every night. Your dad and Sam’s dad were good friends so Mr and Mrs. Carpenter didn’t mind taking care of you until your dad was able to pick you up from their house. Luckily you two lived in the same neighborhood. Some days you thought all of the stars aligned for you and Sam to be friends

“Is this true?” Your teacher shoots a look at the boy next to her. While your teacher was the nicest woman you ever met, she had a deadly glare. You were happy you weren’t on the receiving end of that stare

“N-No…”

“Carlos if I find out you’re lying, you’re going to be sharing the same punishment as Sam.” Mrs. Poppy seems to calm down a bit, entering her nice teacher mode once again

“F-Fine! I did break her crayons” Carlos pouts, crossing his arms

“Thank you for telling the truth, but what you did was wrong. You also did something wrong, Sam. Instead of pushing Carlos off the swing, you could’ve told me and I would have taken care of it” Your teacher bends down to look at the two kids in the eyes

“Sorry, Mrs. Poppy” Sam and Carlos say in unison

“Thank you, you two. I know you two are good kids and know what’s right”

Your teacher leaves with Carlos next to her and you can hear her faintly ask why the boy broke your crayons in the first place

“I like having you as a friend, Sammy” You hug the girl, who’s long since stopped swinging

“I like having you as a friend too, (Y/n)!” Sam beams. Her smile was one of your favorite things ever

“Can we play house?”

“Yeah! I’ll bring my bear next time so she can be our baby!”

//-//

“I can’t believe you can name your sister!” You were over at Sam’s house a few months after her baby sister was born. You didn’t know what to call Sam’s little sister considering… she didn’t really have a name. It was up to Sam to pick a name but of course she was a Carpenter, wanting the best name for her sister. As a result, her baby sister had no name

Until today, that is. Sam was finally making a decision today

“I don’t know what her name is going to be yet” Sam reaches out a finger to her baby sister who happily grabs onto it with curiosity

“She likes you a lot, huh?”

“She knows I’m her sister”

“Maybe I could help you come up with a name! What’s your favorite letter?”

“I like the first letter of your name but I don’t want it to be that! I need to think of something different”

“I know you’ll think of a wonderful name, darling.” Sam’s mom strokes her on the head as she rocks the small baby in her arms

“Do you have another favorite letter?” You ask

“Uh… I like T?”

“What about Triceratops!” You giggle

“Her name can’t be Triceratops, silly!” Sam smiles

“Tennis?”

“(Y/n), those aren’t names” The now older Carpenter giggles along with you

“What about Taylor? Oh! There’s a girl in our class named Thalia?”

“I want it to be different, though! I like those names but Tara needs to be special.” Sam’s eyes go wide in surprise. Maybe her brain just knew her baby sister was supposed to be named Tara

“Tara?” You repeat. “That’s a pretty name! Hi little Tara!” You wave at the baby in her mom’s arms

“Is this official? Is Tara your choice, Sam?”

“Yeah! Tara is a nice name. She looks like her name would be Tara”

“She does, doesn’t she? Such a pretty name you chose, Sam. Honey, come here! We have our daughter’s name!” Mrs. Carpenter yells for her husband

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sam smile so wide before

//-//

“Hey, Sam?”

“What’s up?”

“Aren’t you scared of middle school?“

“No, why would I be? Middle school should be scared of me” That was your Sam alright. The most fearless person you knew. As far as you knew, she was scared of absolutely nothing. Not even the dark. Which is why you were reluctant to stay outside on your trampoline after sunset. Which is also why you were curled next to Sam as she pointed out all the different stars

“What if we stop being friends?”

“Don’t be stupid, (Y/n)” The Carpenter pinches your cheek and you yelp while giggling, shoving her hand away

“If we stop being friends, which we won’t, I promise I’ll let you have all of my stuffed animals”

“Woah, really?”

“Yes, really

“Every single one of them?”

“Yes, every single one of them” Sam rolls her eyes

“Even Ghostie?” Ghostie was the panda stuffed animal you got Sam for her eighth birthday. Technically your dad bought it for her but you picked it out

“What! You’re not supposed to take a gift back, I like Ghostie”

“Well, you can give me all of your stuffed animals and I’ll just give Ghostie back to you”

“That makes no sense, why wouldn’t you just let me keep it?”

“Cause then you wouldn’t have given me all of your stuffed animals and kept your promise”

“You’re weird, (Y/n)”

“Hey, so are you! That’s why we’re friends”

“Yeah, I guess so” Sam giggles

The sliding door to your house opens and both you and Sam turn to look who’s there. It’s your dad

“Hey, girls! Sam, your parents are leaving now. Best you go with them, eh?”

“Okay! Thank you, Mr. (Y/l/n)” The Carpenter waves to your dad

“Wait, let me go with you inside! It’s scary out here”

//-//

“Sam! What if we get caught out here?” Your words held concern but you couldn’t stop laughing as Sam dragged you under the bleachers

“Shhh! They’re gonna catch us!” The Carpenter put a hand over your mouth and put one over hers so she’d also stop laughing when both of you sat down on the underside of the bleachers where the grass was

Both you and Sam were currently in seventh grade but there was an eighth grade couple that was constantly terrorizing the younger kids. Sam being Sam, she wanted to end their reign.

How did she want to end their reign? By breaking the two up. Sam slipped a note in both of their lockers about meeting to break up during one of their classes, causing both of them to skip. Your job was to lead a teacher to their meetup and if everything went right, then they would be successfully broken up and in detention.

Both of you hear footsteps and see the couple at the meetup spot. The teacher wasn’t far away, all you had to do was rile him up a little and run away. Did you feel a little bad? Maybe. But in your defense the couple was always making out in the hallways and made everyone passing by uncomfortable. For gods sake, it was middle school! Not high school

You and Sam were far enough away you couldn’t hear them but their body language was enough for the both of you to understand. Your plan was going perfectly. You and Sam were more the vigilante type, not the heroes or the villains

The couple exchanged pointed looks and flailing arms, hopefully arguing about the note. You and Sam wrote… not the nicest things in there

The teacher eventually arrives out of breath but the couple is too busy yelling each other to notice how he’s standing over them. He looks to clear his throat and to their horror, they stop fighting. Success!

“Yes! We did it!” Sam says a little too loudly from the position you two were in. Their heads turn in your direction and you know you’re caught when the teacher stars walking towards you two

“Hey! What’re you two doing there under the bleachers?” His ragged voice yells

Shit.

//-//

“Sam? What’s wrong?” You run to the Carpenter, who’s outside under a tree eating her lunch. Usually she’d wait for you but today seemed different

“Get away from me, (Y/n).”

“Sam, don’t be like that. You know me, you can tell me what’s wrong.” You and Sam didn’t share too many classes in eighth grade. Even then, your friendship still didn’t seem to falter. You’d still hang out after school and help each other study. Sam lashing out at you was never really a problem you two had

“No! You don’t know anything.” Sam shoves you away when you try to put your hand on her shoulder. “You’re useless.”

“Sam, you don’t mean that. Please just tell me what’s wrong?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t understand anything.”

“Yes I do! We always talk to each other, Sammy. Even if I’m not going to understand, I can still listen”

“Don’t say that stupid name.”

“I thought you liked Sammy?”

“See, that’s the thing with you! You’re always so stuck in the past. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“You’re not being very nice right now”

“Yeah? Well you can deal with it.” The last thing you expect Sam to do is push you onto the ground into a patch of dirt.

“We’re done. I’m not your friend anymore.”

“Sam- we can talk about this” Tears pool in your eyes. You try to get up but all that happens is a crawl

“We can’t. You’re weak and pathetic and can’t do anything without me.”

Sam doesn’t look back when you say her name through tears. Sam doesn’t look back when she hears a few laughs and whispers directed at you. Sam doesn’t look back.

//-//

“Heyyyyy (Y/n)!” Sam’s voice slurs over the phone. It was almost one in the morning, what the hell was this girl doing? Not to mention this is the first time she’s even talked to you since middle school. And yet, you still answered without hesitation. Damn you really needed to grow a backbone

“Sam? What’s going on?”

“Nothingggggg whut’re y’doin?”

“I was trying to go to sleep then you called me. Where are you?”

“Why’d y’wanna know? You’re not my momma!”

“Are you drunk? Sam, you’re underage!”

“No fun… I’m wif my friends! We at a partayyy!”

“Whose house are you at?” Grabbing your keys, you race to the door. Your dad was asleep and you only had your learners permit but you couldn’t just hang up on your Sam like that.

“Uh… Tristan? He’s in our uh… what class is he in?”

“Math. Tristan from math, got it” You knew where he lived. You tutored the guy as requested by his parents but he paid you more money to stop coming to his house than his parents did for your tutoring business. How could you say no to free money?

Thankfully he wasn’t far. Thank god for that, you weren’t one to drive at night

You go faster than you hope but luckily you don’t get pulled over. You really didn’t want to go to overnight jail and face your dad the next morning but surely he would understand the circumstances you were in. He knew you, he knew Sam, he knew the devotion.

At least that’s what you told yourself on the way to Tristan’s house

You could hear the house blasting bad music from about four blocks away. It was a wonder how the police hadn’t shown up yet. Unless he paid off them too. You wouldn’t put it past the guy

Were you invited? No. But in all the movies you’ve watched - said movies being Mean Girls - random people just showed up and nobody cared enough to kick them out. So you walked up to the door like you were invited and instantly started looking for Sam

The music was so loud you could feel it in your lungs and couldn’t hear your thoughts. You couldn’t imagine this was the scene Sam was willing to put herself in but then again you hadn’t talked to her in years. Maybe under all those layers she was a party animal at heart

You internally laugh at the thought. Like hell Sam’s actually a party animal

After a bit you find Sam snorting some drug that probably shared the name with a sexually transmitted disease. Grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, you drag her out of the house while her friends groan and call you a party pooper.

“Hey! Wh- what’s wrong wif you!?”

“We’re going home, Sam. I’m taking you home”

“No! T-Tara can’t see me. Wanna go somewhere else…” Sam struggles against your grip. She’s always been stronger than you but in her intoxicated state you could probably carry her like a sack of potatoes if you tried hard enough

“Fine, I’ll take you to my house. You can spend the night”

“Noooo, wanna party…”

“We’re going home, Sam.”

In all of your years of friendship with Sam, she’s never seen you so stern before. The Carpenter keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the car ride.

After lots of trial and error, you eventually get Sam out of your car and into your bedroom with much difficulty. Thankfully your dad was the heaviest sleeper you knew. You search for a shirt and shorts that fit Sam, ignoring her protests of not wanting to sleep

Against your better judgment, you now have your intoxicated ex-best friend in your bed as her sobriety was nowhere to be found

“Why did you call me, Sam? Even in your state I know you couldn’t do that on accident”

“Ugh, friends made me. Wan’ me t’call my first crush”

“What?” You’re taken aback. Did you hear her correctly?

“Tired… m’sleepy”

You sigh, bringing your hand to Sam’s face to stroke her cheek. Your heart breaks when the older Carpenter leans into your hand like a touch starved cat. You wished things would go back to normal but Sam was stubborn. She wouldn’t let you in no matter how many times you tried.

“Go to sleep, Sam. I hope I’ll see you in the morning” You’re only met with small snores

You wanted to hate Sam. You wanted to hate Sam with all your heart for pushing you away and not even looking at her sister anymore

You wanted to hate Samantha Carpenter so badly but you couldn’t

//-//

It’s nine thirty in the morning when you hear a knock at your door. It was a Saturday. Who the hell was up this early? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out your hair with your hands, you begrudgingly walk downstairs to the door. Your dad was at work already and usually you weren’t up at this hour

Looking through the peephole, you don’t expect to see Tara Carpenter in tears at your door.

“Hey what happened, sweetheart?” You bend down to meet Tara’s eyes. They were red and puffy, evidently showing she was crying a lot. And a lot before she got to you

“S-Sam, she-“ Your heart broke when Tara couldn’t let out even a few words without hiccuping and sniffling

“You can tell me later, darling. How about we drink some juice and you can tell me what’s happening, yeah?”

“No! S-Sam’s…” There seemed to be a never ending amount of tears flowing. “She’s gone, (Y/n). She’s gone and she’s gone for good.” Tara runs into your arms, staining your shirt with her tears.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“M-Mom said Sam left a-and isn’t coming back…” Your heart breaks when Tara’s breathing gets quicker and isn’t able to catch her breath

You pick up the younger Carpenter, taking her to your couch. Tara’s on your lap and you’re holding her just like her mom probably did when she was born. It was something your dad always did, even when you got older. Sometimes people just needed to be babied no matter how old they were.

So you start rocking Tara. She’s holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive and you move her ear to your heart. Placing her head under your chin, you hum a tune that was familiar to you. A lullaby your mom always sung to you before she died

You kiss Tara’s forehead with tears in your eyes. You saw how Sam changed and you couldn’t help her. You knew this day was going to come and you couldn’t stop it. But how could you?

When Sam looked at you with such hatred and anger, you’d wonder if she was still the same Sam that pushed Carlos because he broke your new crayons. When you saw her high out of her mind with people that didn’t care about her, you’d wonder if she was the same Sam that watched the stars with you on your trampoline. When you looked at Sam all you could see was what you two were. Was your Sam even still in there there?

You felt disgusted with yourself. You could’ve done something and yet you did nothing.

You’d never see best friend again and Tara would only remember her sister as hateful and unloving. Memories of Sam would go sour until you only had Tara and Tara only had you as a reminder of who Sam used to be.

When the younger Carpenter sees you also crying, she somehow manages to hug you tighter than she already has. What a lovely girl Tara was.

“A-Are you okay, (Y/n)?” The brunette says in a small voice

“Can I be honest with you, Tara?” You earn a nod from the small girl

“No. I’m not okay. But you know what? I’ve got you and you got me. Thank you for telling me.”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Mom says she isn’t coming back. Sam didn’t talk to me a lot but I miss her.”

“You’ve got such a big heart, Tara. Did you know that? Please don’t ever lose it for me.”

“Will Sam come back?”

Your breath hitches and for a second you’re left without words in your throat and without knowledge about the future.

“Yes… she’ll come back. Sam just doesn’t know it yet.”

Tara’s mom comes storming in a second later with an out of breath angry expression that slowly softens when she sees how her daughter is nestled in your arms

“Tara, you can’t just run away like that. You made me so scared, you know I can’t run as fast as you” Her mom presses a kiss to her forehead

“I had to tell (Y/n), Mom! She’s Sam’s best friend and she deserved to know”

Her mom brought a hand to Tara’s face to wipe a few stray tears. With her other, she placed on your shoulder with a small nod. Sam was gone. She was gone for good.

//-//

Sam spends her first night away from home in her car in a neighborhood she didn’t recognize. The first night Sam leaves, she holds Ghostie in her arms and hopes it’s enough to keep her safe.

//-//

“You’re hiding something”

“What?” You and Tara always hung out ever since Sam left. Her mom hasn’t been the same since her husband walked out. You offered to be one of Tara’s caretakers to help her mom with the load of being a single mother without Sam or her husband’s support

Your dad wasn’t home very often but every now and again he’d give you random tips on how to raise a teenager. At least, tips he used when he raised you. At first he was skeptical of you taking on the role of caretaker at such a young age but when you employed Tara to use her puppy eyes, it was a losing battle for him.

So Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Tara was all yours. You’ve been doing this since you turned eighteen and could confidently drive without being nervous at all. Also mostly because you couldn’t be her guardian in the eyes of the law under eighteen

There was a void in Tara’s heart and while you couldn’t fully replace her sister, the least you could do was be there. Which is how you knew something was up when she started picking at one of the things she loved so dearly. Your cooking.

“I know you’re hiding something, squirt”

“You’re crazy, I’m not hiding anything” Tara scoffs

“Hey, I’m not decades older than you. I know when you’re lying” You hated pulling the ‘I used to be your age’ card but now you’re realizing how effective it is when you’re only six or seven years older than Tara

Tara throws her head back, groaning in what seems to be frustration and covering her face. You can’t hold back your snicker. The younger Carpenter was always one for theatrics

“You don’t have to tell me but I could really help you, you know? With how super knowledgeable I am, as you know”

“Knowledgeable my ass, you didn’t know your microwave had a popcorn button until I told you”

“In my defense, I heard you’re not even supposed to use the popcorn button for popcorn”

“Then why is it called a popcorn button?”

“I dunno. Maybe the same reason why Greenland is called Greenland”

“What?”

“Deception. The guy who found Greenland named it that cause he wanted more people to come over. I bet he was lonely”

“Why do you know that?” Tara says in between laughs

“No clue, but we’re getting off topic!” You smile. “The point is, you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep secrets from me.” You reach over to pinch Tara’s cheek and she tries to swat your hand away, ultimately failing. “Well, big secrets. If you cheated on a test or something I don’t care that much”

“Thanks, (Y/n)”

“No problemo, squirt”

So now you were back to silently eating dinner except for your TV playing some sitcom Tara liked. You could handle the quietness. Even if Tara didn’t want to tell you, at least she knew you were there to listen. That’s all that mattered

“(Y/n), I think I like a girl.”

//-//

“What was Sam like?” Tara says out of the blue. “I was thirteen when she left but she didn’t really talk to me. What was she like… before that?”

It was another weekend night that consisted of spending time with Tara. The question catches you off guard

“I don’t think you’d believe me, squirt”

“Well I wanna know anyways. Even if i believe it or not”

“Did you know Sam named you?”

“She did?”

“Yeah, Sam named you Tara. You were unnamed for a while before she came up with anything.”

“Mom said she was mean. Is that true?”

“I mean yeah, but not entirely. When you’re friends with Sam, she’d be the nicest person you’ve ever met. Hell, she’d probably kill for anyone she loved. But when someone messed with a person she loved, nothing could stop her from making her loved one feel better”

“I wish I could’ve experienced it.”

“Trust me, you did. You just don’t remember it. One time when you were little, a kid that was around Sam’s age at time pushed you into the mud at the playground and Sam was furious” You laugh

“You cried and Sam could hear you from where we were playing soccer. She found him and kicked his ass so hard he crawled back to his mommy so we took you and booked it out of there”

“She did that?” Tara covers her mouth laughing, failing to cover it up

“I remember it like it was yesterday, squirt. Sam gave you a piggy back ride and you were giggling the entire time we ran home.”

//-//

“Fuck, Tara! Shit, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay? Oh my god, of course you’re not okay.” You barged into Tara’s hospital room without any concern of who else was in there. You took her face in your hands and scanned for anything wrong until you brought her into a bone crushing hug. “Sorry, stupid question. Holy shit I’m so happy you’re alive, squirt. I am never letting you out of my sight again. Okay maybe in the future I will, but the future is not now! Right now I’m never leaving you again.”

“You’re such a fighter, you know that? Holy shit you must’ve been so scared. Tara you’re the strongest person I know, did you know that?” There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You don’t even notice there are other people in the room.

“Deep breaths, (Y/n). I’m okay. Look, I’m right here” Tara takes one of your hands and puts it against her heart. Your eyes can’t hold in your tears any longer. When you cried, you rambled. Tara was ready for the storm.

“Fuck you’re such a sweet girl, Tara. Even when you’re lying in a hospital bed you care about me. I don’t know what monster would do this to you! He obviously doesn’t know what a blessing to this world you are. Please promise you’ll never let anyone stop you from being the beautiful sweet girl you are.”

There it was.

You felt a hand rub your back and your arm. You assumed it was Tara. Until you heard a hum that wasn’t Tara’s. Until you realized this person had rough hands. And oddly smelt like…

“Sam?” Your head whips around

“Hey, (Y/n). I… I missed you.”

“Sam?” You let go for a second and bring your hand to her face. Not in a cute or romantic holding-her-cheek-way, no, you pinch at her cheeks and nose with a questioning look. You poke at Sam’s forehead and nose, still probably in disbelief. Yeah, you were still her (Y/n).

“Please don’t tell me both of you are dead and I’m actually in a psych ward and this is all a dream” You whisper and you can hear Tara laugh behind you

“No, this is all very real.” Sam smiles, taking your hand off her face and gently putting it back by your side. Your eyes go wide and you whip around to look back at the younger Carpenter

“Tara, can I take my attention off you for a second? Will you be okay?” You whisper, knowing damn well Sam could hear you

“Yeah I’ll be okay, (Y/n). Go hug Sam.”

You press a kiss against Tara’s hairline and immediately after, launch into Sam’s arms. Tara could feel it again, you were going to start crying and rambling.

“Sam, I can’t believe you’re here! Well of course you’re here. I always knew you’d come back! I knew you wanted to come back. I don’t know why you left, but I hope you achieved your goal and came back because you missed us. Also I’m really mad at you but for the sake of time we can discuss that at a later time.”

There it was.

“You two are close, huh?” You don’t notice there’s a man with curly hair in the room and you raise an eyebrow at Sam

“Yeah, very close” You say

“Sorry, I should introduce you two. (Y/n), this is my boyfriend Richie. Richie, this is (Y/n). My…” Fuck. Sam couldn’t just say you were her best friend after all these years. After she made your life shit, was she even allowed to call you her friend? What if-

“Best friend. Happy to meet you, Richie”

“Likewise” He smiles. There’s a pang of a certain emotion in your chest you can’t quite place

“Well, I’ll be going now. Feel better soon, Tara” Richie waves at the younger Carpenter and gives Sam a kiss before he leaves Tara’s hospital room

“Do you know if my friends are visiting soon?” Tara asks you. Sam doesn’t know how to feel when she sees Tara treating you more like a sister than her. She knew it was wrong. Sam had no right to be treated like a sister after she just up and left all those years ago

“Amber told me she was getting some of your things from her house. The twins are coming over right now, okay? I think you’ll feel better when you see them”

Sam felt like an alien watching you and Tara talk. Watching you two was like watching everything she’s missed. Sam missed almost all of Tara’s high school experience. Arguably one of the most important times to have an older sister. She shouldn’t have been jealous. She wasn’t allowed to be jealous after all she did to you and Tara

“How’re you feeling right now? Anything I need to tell the doctors?”

“No, I’m feeling okay”

“Hey, can I talk to you outside, (Y/n)?” Sam says almost above a whisper

“Yeah, of course.” You turn to face Tara as you walk out her room. “See you in a second, squirt. Don’t run away” The brunette rolls her eyes at your words

“Guess I owe you all my stuffed animals, huh?”

“You still remember that?” You raise an eyebrow at the girl

“I do. I owe you an explanation, don’t I?”

“An explanation would be appreciated” You weren’t mad at Sam per se, just very very very disappointed. Mostly at yourself for letting her leave

“You remember when I yelled at you that day in middle school? I said I didn’t want to talk to you or be your friend anymore? It’s not an excuse, but I have an explanation.”

You nod along to Sam’s story, listening close

“The night before I yelled at you, I found out my dad wasn’t really my dad. I was going through my mom’s diaries I found in the attic and it was the worst thing I’ve ever done. I.. I found out I was-“ Sam doesn’t realize she’s crying until she chokes on her words and your expression falters. Sam remembers you were always good at comforting people

She’d always get bruises and scrapes when she was younger but you were always there to make her feel better. Fuck, she can’t remember why she would ever leave you. You were the perfect best friend. Always an inviting smile and open arms that were ready for hugs. The only one that stuck with Sam through whatever happened.

Sam was at her lowest of lows when you picked her up that night during the party. She remembers wondering why she’d put you so much pain and worry. She smoothed out the wrinkles on your forehead while you were asleep and felt guilty she was probably the cause of them. That night when you picked up Sam from that party and you had your arms wrapped around her, Sam asked herself why she would ever push you away. She loved everything about you. She loved you.

In her drunken state she remembers wanting to fade away into your memory. At least then you’d remember the Sam that played tag with you and not the one that snorted or drank away her pain. It was the same night she decided to leave everything behind. She decided to leave you behind

But Sam was selfish. She wanted you to tell her not to go. To come back into your arms and for you to tell her everything would be okay. That it didn’t matter she was the bastard child of a serial killer. It wasn’t her fault her dad left. Reassuring her you and Tara would love Sam the same. In a perfect world Sam would’ve still been Tara’s sister and you would’ve been her-

“Hey, look at me. You don’t have to tell me. If this is hurting you so much then I understand why you wanted to run away. What matters is that you came back. You’re strong for that” You pull Sam into your arms, letting her cry into the side of your neck.

Sam didn’t have the heart or the voice to tell you it wasn’t the story making her cry. She feared her voice would fail her and drive you away again. Sam would tell you why she left later

But right now, Sam was happy to be able to bask in your arms once again.

//-//

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Mhm?” You and Sam were back at your house getting some things Tara wanted

She requested the teddy bear Amber got her for her birthday, a blanket from her bed, and something better than hospital food. You decided to whip up something quick and simple you knew Tara liked. Frozen orange chicken from the store and fried rice

“I think I can tell you about why I left now.”

“Are you sure? I’m not gonna force you to tell me if it hurts so much to say, Sam”

“No, you of all people deserve to know. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the same person that said all those horrible things to you and just never talked to you again without explanation.”

“Hey, don’t worry about all that. It’s in the past now and I know you’ve changed. I forgive you-“

“No, (Y/n). You can’t forgive me. You can’t make excuses for me and talk to me like we’re best friends again when I ignored you because I was mad at myself and- and-“ Sam chokes on her words and can’t hide it when you glance at her.

“Oh, Sam…”

“No, you can’t forgive me yet. I betrayed your trust. You can’t forgive me.”

“Sam, I accepted your apology when I saw you in Tara’s hospital room. Whatever you were going to say, I already knew I’d forgive you all the same.”

“Stop saying that, (Y/n). You don’t always have to be nice, you can be mad too.”

“But it’s true, Sam. If I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at myself for not fighting for you harder”

“How can you still look at me even when I left you. Years of friendship, all down the drain because I couldn’t handle being the bastard child of a serial killer that broke her family apart.” You turn off the heat to your stove, walking over to where Sam was curled into herself and sitting near the bottom of the staircase

Taking a seat next to her, you drape your arm around her shoulders and attempt to get her to rest her head on your shoulder. Sam doesn’t let you and fights back.

“Samantha Carpenter, you have been gone for five years. One-thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, not including leap day. You aren’t allowed to push me away again. If you really want to say sorry, you can start by letting me in.” You take on a faux-mad tone and it seems to work

Slowly, the older Carpenter leans into your shoulder with a sigh. She makes herself comfortable and looks at you through her eyelids. It was weird. Five years out of Woodsboro and four years away from you, yet you still opened up your arms like nothings changed. It was odd. You were odd.

“What’re you thinking about?” You’ve always had a knack for reading Sam’s mind. Whenever she got quiet and her heart looked like it slowed, she was probably thinking

“You.”

“What about me?”

“How I don’t get you”

“What don’t you get about me?”

“I haven’t talked to you in nine years, I show up unannounced, and you’re still acting like we’re best friends even after all this time. I can’t tell if you’re the nicest or weirdest person ever.”

“Can’t I be both?” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. You realize it doesn’t work when Sam shies away from your gaze

“Well, I can be honest. I think it’s because I’m selfish.” That makes Sam look at you again so you decide to keep going

“Of course I’m… disappointed you broke up our friendship and you left without telling me and left your sister and I to believe you were never coming back,” The older Carpenter winces at your words but you don’t let her stop looking at you. Even as you avoid eye contact and place your gaze somewhere else.

“But there’s a part of me that wants everything to go back to normal. I know we’re going to have to talk about it. About us and about why, but right now I think what we need to do is be there for Tara. She’s in the hospital after being attacked by a serial killer and the last thing she needs is her older sister and her best friend fighting. We can do all the yelling and crying and screaming later.”

Taking a breath in, you look back at Sam who’s already looking at you. I’m makes your heart flutter in a way you don’t understand.

“And maybe that’s my excuse. Maybe I never want to cry or yell or scream at you. Maybe I’m putting off the inevitable because I don’t want you to leave again. Maybe Tara is my excuse for not being mad at you. Maybe I’m holding out hope for someone that doesn’t exist anymore. We’re different people than when we were in middle school. I don’t want to cling to a person that doesn’t exist anymore yet here I am, clinging to someone that doesn’t exist like she’s my lifeline. But in all honesty, I don’t think I could stay mad at you for too long. Even if I tried.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” There’s a silence that passes between you two. You can’t tell if it’s awkward or comfortable silence. You hope it’s the latter

“Do you get me a little more?”

“Well, not entirely. But I think it’s a step.”

“Yeah. Steps are good, aren’t they? Keep you healthy.” Sam smiles at your stupid joke.

You don’t miss how Sam still reminds you of looking like one of your old stuffed animals.

“What was Tara like?”

“What do you mean?” The question catches you off guard. The Carpenter sisters seemed to have that in common

“I missed a lot of her life. What was she like?”

“I don’t think she’s changed a lot. Tara is a sweet girl, she’s got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart in her body.”

“But that’s probably not what you’re asking. Tara was… distraught when you left.” You pick your words carefully. “She ran away from her mom just to tell me you left. She said I deserved to know since I was your best friend. It took a while for her to want to let go of me me. It’s when I knew I just couldn’t let her stay like that forever”

You shakily sigh before continuing. You’d have to acknowledge the elephant in the room eventually and you decided it was going to be now. “I know I’m not her real sister. I hope you’ll forgive me for taking a role that was supposed to-“

“Are you kidding?” Sam quickly cuts you off when she registers what you’re saying. “If anything, I’m happy it was you.” The Carpenter lifts her head up from your shoulder to look at you. To really look at you. “I know she has a good person to look up to. I’m happy you two are close.”

You’re about to respond when your ringtone goes off. The same ringtone you had in high school. Some Evanescence song you remember religiously listening to in school blasts from your phone. Usually it was Tara who found it embarrassing when you had to answer it in public but this time it was you with the reddened cheeks. Scrambling to find your phone in your pocket, you pull it out to see it’s Tara calling you

“Hey squirt. What’s up?”

“Are you guys going to hurry up anytime soon? I’m starving”

“Yeah we’re leaving just now don’t worry about it”

“Okay but my stomach is currently eating itself”

“You’ll live. I’ll see you soon, yeah? Don’t go running anywhere”

“At least I don’t run jokes into the ground until they’re dead… pun not intended”

“Hah! Proof you’re taking after me whether you like it or not”

“Whatever, I’ll see you soon. Run red lights if you have to”

“You got it, boss. See you soon” You pocket your phone, getting up from where you’re sitting. Offering Sam your hand, she takes it and you help her up too

“C’mon, our little girl’s hungry. That’s something you should know, she’s got an appetite the size of an elephant and a metabolism as fast as a cheetah” You smile, putting Tara’s food in a lunchbox you had in a random cabinet somewhere

Sam doesn’t trust her voice to do anything but break so she laughs at your comment and you both leave your house

Sam thinks our little girl has a good ring to it.

//-//

“Oh my god. Tara? Sam?” You narrowly avoided the police yelling at you to get away and the caution tape that prevented you from coming any closer. What used to be a house that held fond memories had been replaced with one that only caused you worry. You couldn’t lose both Tara and Sam. You couldn’t lose your favorite girls.

Sam texted you to come over to Amber’s house. That it was a Ghostface emergency and the speed in which you jumped in your car rivaled The Flash himself

“(Y/n)!” Sam’s voice. You run to the sound, dodging and weaving through the paramedics and police officers telling you to leave

Sam finds you with bags under your eyes and your hair a mess. It looked like you were in your sleepwear. Even though you were just in a band tee and plaid pajama pants, Sam feels the need to wipe the blood off her face and clothes to look a little presentable. You always had that effect for some reason

“Sam.” You breathe a sigh of relief, running into her arms. Your choked sobs reach her ears and it’s the saddest sound she’s ever heard. Sam squeezes you tighter. Maybe if she did she’d never want to leave again

“You’re back and you almost left me again. Don’t you know how mad I would be if you died?” Pulling back, you put both of your hands on Sam’s cheeks like you did so many years ago. “You- you-“

“Hey, shh… I’m here. I’m here, sweetie. See? I’m here and I’m never leaving again.” Sam leans her forehead against yours, putting your hands around her waist so she could wipe the tears away from your face.

“I’m here, yeah? We won. They’re gone now, (Y/n).”

“How’re you sure?”

“They’re dead. Both of the Ghostfaces are dead.”

Sam leans in, awfully close for someone who’s just your best friend. Your mind instantly goes to her boyfriend. You know what’s about to happen so you back away, a little weary. The Carpenter furrows her eyebrows looking a little sad, oddly resembling a kicked puppy.

“What about Ric-?”

“Don’t say his name, it’ll ruin your perfect mouth” Sam cups your cheek, running her face over your bottom lip

You have to fight your body to not get hot at her words and actions. “Yeah but- he’s kind of your boyfriend. Where is he?”

“Ex-boyfriend actually. He’s dead, I killed him.”

“Oh. Am I right for assuming that’s a god thing?”

“Very good. He was one of the Ghostfaces”

“One of? Who’s the other?”

“I think Tara should be the one to tell you”

“Well, I didn’t like Richie to begin with. He gave me an odd feeling”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Sam leans in closer to you, a ghost of a kiss hanging in the air waiting to be taken. Sam smiles against your breath and for a fraction of a second you think your heart has stopped beating.

“He got to kiss you before I did.” Something snaps in Sam when you kiss her. A craving she’s always had, a certain desire finally being filled, or maybe even her dreams coming true.

You hold Sam like she’s about to leave again, pulling her impossibly close. You’re never letting her go again. It’s Sam who pulls away first. She’s out of breath but you lean in to steal more kisses before she smiles against your lips and it’s an image you never want to forget.

“Please, you two have to stop doing this.” You whisper, your eyes going wide. “Where’s Tara?” You pull away from Sam, whipping your head around like it’s going to help you find her quicker

“C’mon, she’s over here. Be careful, don’t squeeze her too hard”

“I’m going to squeeze that girl until she knows how much I love her.”

“You might break one of her ribs, darling”

“Squirt, you’re alive!” You run to Tara as her head whips in your direction. You can feel tears pool in your eyes once again and you’re okay with letting them go.

“(Y/n), I was so scared. A-Amber she- she tried to kill me.”

“What? Amber? Amber as in, your girlfriend?” You say shocked, taking Tara’s face in your hands to look at her

“A-Amber and Richie, they-“

“How about we tell (Y/n) what happened later? We need to make sure everyone is okay, including ourselves. (Y/n) can wait, right?”

“Oh I can wait alright. I’m the best at waiting. You can tell me about it when you’re feeling better”

One of the paramedics call over the Carpenter sisters and by proximity, you tag along. A man is ushering them in an ambulance and you’re also about to hop in before he stops you

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but we can’t let you into the ambulance. We don’t have enough space.”

“That is my little girl and that is my girlfriend. I will either be running every single red light, hang on the top of this ambulance, or so forgive me god for what I’m going to do.”

“O-Of course, Ma’am. You can ride in the ambulance.”

“Thank you, sir. You made a good decision today” You pat his shoulder, taking your seat near Sam. You sling an arm around Sam’s shoulders and reach out to hold Tara’s hand.

“Girlfriend, huh?” Tara weakly smiles, looking between you and her sister.

[darkfemininenergy]

LET’S PLAY THAT GAME ━ ethan landry

pairing: gf!ethan x fem!reader

warning: smut, ghostface phone call, dom!ethan, sub!reader, fingering, rough sex, choking, ropes, spit kink, fingers sucking, dirty talk, gloves kink.

author’s note: english is not my first language, and also my first time writing smut so i hope it’ll be good. if you have any request, let me know !

YOU’D COME HOME from the gym an hour ago, the only classes you had were this morning and you were grateful to have the whole afternoon off for once. you'd had lunch with mindy at noon and then decided to take her home, since the ghostface attacks had hit new york, following the 4 survivors of woodsboro, you didn't want the young meeks martin to go home alone, even in the middle of the day, who knows what might happen, especially when you knew who her uncle was.

now you were in your kitchen after a nice shower, in the background as sound of « how to get away with murder », one of your favorite tv shows, mindy found it quite ironic since you were in a law major.

you were cooking dinner quietly after a bit of studying, standing in front of the hob, dressed in a short, tight-fitting black top and gray shorts, your phone at your side as you wrote to the young meeks martin, who was confiding in you about her feelings for anika.

and that's when your phone began to vibrate, thinking it was mindy, a slight smile appeared on your lips before you grabbed your phone, but this smile slowly disappeared in your face due to what appeared on your screen: unkown caller.

a bad feeling began to take hold of you as, paranoid as you were, you looked around you at the knives just inches from you, spotting the largest of them.

you then answered the phone, adrenalin coursing through your body.

- hello ?

the sound of the oil against the frying pan camouflaged the sound of your series in the living room, as you added spices, waiting for an answer from your interlocutor, the wait was heavy.

- hello, y/n, replied the deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

ghostface.

a shiver ran down your spine, and your body froze, paralyzed as you realized the obvious: you were part of the group of friends of the survivors of the 2022 attacks.

you turned off the gas, stopped cooking. And clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

- well, go ahead, i’m wainting for the “what's your favorite scary movie ?” part.

you tried not to show any signs of fear, but inside you were terrified, imagining yourself already dead on your kitchen floor, but you knew you didn't have time to think about it and passed your index finger between the various knives on the rack in front of you, leaning slightly over the worktop.

the only response you got was a little laugh of amusement, mixed with a hint of sadism, from the killer, and it made your blood run cold.

- you're a bold one, aren't you? now, i think that i'm really going to enjoy this.

- fuck you.

-but you're also a very pretty one... he said with a seductive tone, too bad that i have to correct that filthy mouth of yours, he finished with a voice full of brutality, as if your insult had made him angry.

his change of mood startled you, and you immediately straightened up, then nervously tapped the surface of your kitchen with your freshly manicured nails.

- what do you want ? you asked, trying not to show how scared your voice sounded.

he hums slowly, as if he's thinking, and you can feel the goosebumps on your skin.

- that's a good question... what do i want... ? i want to play a game.

your heart was starting to race, so without thinking any further, you grabbed the largest knife and suddenly turned around with dynamism, all your senses now activated.

- do you want to play a game, y/n ? the modulated voice asked you.

- go to hell, i’m not going to play any of your sick game, you replied brutally.

- you look cute with that knife, tell me, what are you going to do with it, sweetheart ? stab me ? he teased.

you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it drived you insane as well as the pet name, your grip on your knife was starting to tighten.

- where are you, asshole ? you spat hatefully.

you started to look from left to right, if anyone else could see you through your window, they'd think you were crazy to get so agitated, you leaned over to look towards the right exit which led to the hallway of your apartment, before returning to the kitchen which overlooked your living room.

you put your phone on the worktop behind your hob not far from your fridge, and activated the speakerphone to leave the call and type in the police number before he even answered.

- oh i wouldn't try to call the police if i were you, y/n, it'd be a real shame for mindy and anika to pay the consequences of your stupid actions.

your fingers stopped typing on your screen, not only because of the threat, but also because a detail had caught your attention, how did he know i was going to call the police ?

- h-how.... you began before cutting yourself off, can you see me?

he was sniggering again, and you were really beginning to hate that horribly creepy sound. you swallowed that awful lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking properly and waited for an answer.

- of course i can see you. i must admit that you look good in those, a little bit short though, does your boyfriend know you carry around in your apartment like that, y/n ?

panic-stricken, you hung up, and what a grave mistake you'd made, dropping your phone onto the wooden surface, you clutched the edge of it as if your body were threatening to collapse and you were looking for something to lean on. but then you pulled yourself together and grabbed your phone, never letting go of the knife you'd armed yourself with.

you moved towards the large window in your living room and pulled back the curtain slightly to see if anyone was outside watching you, since your kitchen was connected to the living room and, above all, open, with no door separating them.

but you couldn't see anything suspicious, only the horrible traffic jams of the city that never sleeps and people minding their own business down your street. you weren't the least bit reassured, certainly not, you had no idea where he could see you and you were terrified of it.

then you let out a groan of surprise when your phone started vibrating in your hand again, except this time it wasn't a call but a notification from an unknown number, it was a video.

your hands began to shake as you huffed and puffed to regain your composure, naively hoping to regain an ounce of control over the situation. once you'd opened your phone and clicked on the video, you saw mindy and anika on it, kissing on a sofa, the video had been taken from outside through your window and you pursed your lower lip, anxious, but starting to get angry that ghostface wasn't just threatening you, but also your friends, after everything mindy already endured because of that stupid mask.

and then, another call, again. you stared at your screen for a few seconds, looked around your living room and swallowed, grabbed your tv remote to turn it off, a silence falling over every room in the apartment when you finally accepted the call as you peered into every corner of the room, your stomach burning with fear.

- hang up again and i'll rip their heads off and send them in a box at your door ! shouted the killer menacingly and violently.

the violence of his threat burned your eyes, but you were able to swallow back your tears. you were sure he could feel your panic through the phone.

- not them, don't hurt them, s-stop it, i’ll do anything, i-i promise, you cried, afraid that something might happen to your friends.

- good girl, you see how easy things are going when you start obeying ? his voice softened, but you could still hear the amusement in it that told you he loved what was happening, that he loved scaring you.

despite the fear, the nickname he'd used triggered a reaction you'd never have suspected: a wave of heat spread through your body, even between your legs, and you suddenly felt ashamed.

- now, let's play that game. have you ever heard of hot and cold ?

you simply nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears, knife still sharp in hand.

- words, pretty girl.

another heat wave.

- y-yeah, yes, i have.

- perfect. you want to know where i am, right ? then come and find me. go on.

you frowned, apprehensive about the objective behind this game, especially apprehensive about the moment when you were going to meet him.

- and then, if i find you, what will happen ?

- find me and you'll see, answered mischievously ghostface.

a new silence, neither of you speaking, the silence was heavy for you. you took two steps forward, and turned to look behind you again, the fact of not knowing where he was disturbed you and increased your degree of fear.

- are you scared, sweet thing ? he continued to mock, knowing he had the upper hand.

- shut the fuck up motherfucker, you're gonna pay for all of this, you grumbled in between.

- oh, really? i’m waiting then, he sneered, and you were willing to bet he was smiling.

his words only provoked you and you walked out of the living room, realizing that he couldn't be there, you were surprised to realize that you actually started looking for him, now angry at the way he was openly mocking you. you opened the bathroom door, peering in after turning on the light.

- cold.

you immediately left the room, closed the door and stepped into the corridor, which this time led to your bedroom. but before you got close to it, your steps slowed down, as you became more reluctant to head towards this part of the apartment, what if he was inside ?

- why are you slowing down ? maybe I'm inside.

- fuck it, you muttered.

you continued to hold your knife, getting ready to use it, when you arrived at the door to your room and opened it, you went in, and looked all around, near your desk, in the nooks and crannies, then your gaze fell back on your wardrobe, which was closed.

- are you in there ? you asked, your breath catching.

you heard his breathing through the phone become more erratic, and that's all you could hear as you held it to your ear.

- open it.

without further hesitation, you grabbed both wrists of your wardrobe and suddenly opened them, brandishing your knife in your face the next second.

but surprisingly, he wasn't there, so you straightened up and let your arm fall back down your body, then brought the phone up to your ear to hear your interlocutor, who seemed to love playing with your mind and emotions. he started laughing again, and the more he did it, the more it annoyed you than it frightened you now.

- no, i'm not there sweetheart, i was just messing with you.

- asshole, wanting to play a game without even knowing how to play it, you laughed bittersweetly.

you could sense that he wasn't happy with your answer, maybe even angry, but in any case, he didn't show it and decided to restart the game.

- you're getting colder, keep looking.

since you'd gone in the opposite direction and weren't getting any closer, you decided to return to the area you'd been in when you received the bloody call, retracing your steps, finding yourself in the hallway where your bathroom was once again.

- you're still cold.

you sighed in annoyance, but kept on walking, and when you passed the bathroom door you'd already looked in.

- warm, he warned you, and his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

the further you went, the more your heart pounded to the point where that was all you could hear now. now you were back in your living room, you couldn't make any sense of the situation, you must have misunderstood his directions, he couldn't be there.

- you're getting warmer, good, very good sweetheart, you're almost there.

and yet, the praise almost made you blush again, you felt butterflies in your stomach and snapped inwardly as you remembered who you were on the phone with.

slightly frustrated by the flirtatious tone, you began to hold your knife out in front of you, preparing yourself better in case you found him.

as well as being frustrated, you were in total bewilderment, you had no idea where he could be, he kept messing with your head and he was very good at it.

he definitely wasn't in the kitchen, nor in the living room, not even towards the entrance, since you'd glanced around.

- keep looking, y/n, it'd be a shame if i find you first, wouldn't it ? tormented ghostface.

you held back from insulting him once more, avoided the living room areas you'd already looked at, and moved towards the only corridor on the opposite side of the apartment where you hadn't glanced.

and to do this, you had to pass through the corridor to your left leading to the front door, when you passed this door, and moved into the unlit corridor where in one of the doors lay your washing machine and other belongings, he spoke again.

- you don't want to turn colder again, don't you ? now, turn around.

paranoid, you thought he was right behind you, so you quickly turned around and took a big step back, the knife right in front of you, your arm raised, and you let out an expletive when you couldn't see anyone again. He was definitely playing with your mind and you'd had enough. You could feel the frustration heating your blood.

you made the choice not to pay any more attention to your footsteps, beginning to believe that he had lied to you and wasn't even near you, that this was just to scare you.

- warm.

but then you stopped, and that's how you noticed you were near the entrance hall. no, it couldn't be.

you headed in that direction, advancing slowly, cold sweat beginning to take refuge on your forehead.

- warmer.

shit. shit. shit.

you noticed the cupboard embedded in the wall a metre from the landing, and realized he was probably here. I'd have heard him, the kitchen's right next door. you had no idea what was going on.

- very very warm, he whispered.

your trembling hand came to rest on the wrist of the hall cupboard, hesitantly, you didn't open it immediately, feeling your breathing quicken.

in a split second, you brought your other hand to the cabinet and jerked it open. but nothing, absolutely nothing.

- fucking bastard, you growled.

you sighed, and slammed the wardrobe doors shut, the sound echoing throughout the apartment after this act of anger and you could hear him laughing in your ear.

pissed off, you returned to the kitchen to the very same spot where you had decided to call the police, still holding your weapon in your hand which was now on the kitchen counter facing the living room.

- now you're boiling.

you held your phone so tightly in your hand that you could have crushed it. you didn't know whether your hands were shaking with fear or anger, or both.

- i’m done with that shit, you growled again, if you want me, come and get me.

- want you in which way, darling ? don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed.

- w-what ?

and just then, you saw a shadow with a very tall figure forming right in front of you.

you immediately dropped your phone from your hands, about to turn and brandish your knife to stab him, but a large gloved hand pressed against your mouth and an imposing body slammed you against the surface.

your scream was then muffled by the hand over your mouth, and your knife was snatched from your other hand, panic instantly seizing you after your weapon was snatched from you, you tried to fight back by reaching behind him with your hands, but his free hand had no trouble grabbing both your wrists and pinning them behind your back.

- i told you it'd be a shame if i find you first, he said mockingly.

the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, you kept squirming in all directions and your screams kept choking against your attacker's glove. then you felt them, your hands bound by ropes.

ropes that burned your wrists, he had to take his hand away from his mouth to bind your hands, and you couldn't control the rhythm of your breathing.

- no no no no no, you protested, naively trying to free yourself from the ropes.

just then, you felt his hips push you against the counter again and his hand slid down your back to force you against the surface, bended you over, he towered over you.

- p-please, please let me go, you tried not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, but your voice betrayed your fear.

- where's that attitude you were giving me earlier, hm ?

- i-i’m sorry, you let your forehead hit the cold surface of the counter, your eyes closed.

- you look so good like that, he murmured under his breath, bended over, begging for me, better than i have imagined.

a new complaint came from the back of your throat, and you started to struggle again, unconsciously moving your hips to push him away. then you felt something against you, something hard, then you heard him growl.

your mouth fell open in astonishment, you must surely have heard wrong, you thought. then you continued to rub your hips against him, your two bodies pressed together, and suddenly his left hand grabbed your hip to immobilize you.

an amused smile spread across your lips, contradicting the tears in your eyes.

- does this turn you on ? do i'm turning you on mr. ghostface ? you said in a playful tone.

- shut up, i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, spat the killer.

a groan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, feeling all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice making you feel things you shouldn't feel.

a moan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, you felt all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice made you feel things you shouldn't feel.

quickly, he removed your shorts followed by your underwear, leaving you almost naked apart from your black top, your wet intimacy exposed to the cool apartment air sending a shiver down your spine and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together.

- uh uh, none of that, open those legs for me, he said, slapping one of your thighs.

aware of the extent of your desire between your legs, you spread them slowly and slightly, enough for him to slip his hand in.

his fingers began to tease your crotch, you were about to open your mouth to express your desire, but closed it when his fingers moved to brush over her clit. you breathed deeply and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers gently beginning to knead at your clit and press against your entrance.

you took a shaky breath, clenching down around the finger gently as it was pushed in up to the second knuckle.

you moaned happily, your hips pressing forward. your hips swayed further as he began to move his fingers slowly. his fingers moved in and out of her slowly. then he gently curled them as he moved them, smiling at the cry he drew from you. his thumb gently massaged your clit, and you arched your back silently asking for more.

- you like that, huh ?

you nodded positively, moaning softly, your lip still between your teeth.

- come on, what did i told you earlier, sweetheart ?

words.

- f-fuck, y-yes.

- yes what ? while curling his fingers inside of you.

- yes, yes i-i like that.

he was starting to pick up his pace, you could hear his breathing jerking in turn, getting harder and harder by the pretty sounds you were making and the way you were moving your hips against him. although he'd been using a fairly gentle rhythm, now he was thrusting his fingers into you harder and harder, going even deeper.

causing moans that you could no longer control, especially when he added another finger, unconsciously, you closed your legs once more against the sensation that invaded you, but his other hand forced you to keep them spread for him.

even if you wanted to deny him access to your legs by closing them, you couldn't, his grip was too strong for you to move, it would probably leave a mark later.

when his fingers reached that spot inside you, you tilted your head back, eyes closed. he took advantage of your position to lean towards you, so that his fingers were deep inside you, and your belly was completely pressed into the countertop surface, as were your hips.

he grabbed your jaw to force you to open your eyes and tilt your head back even further, causing you to arch your back even more to the point of slight pain, and with your hands tied behind your back, it wasn't easy, so when you did, you fell into the big, intimidating black eyes of his mask.

but the idea of him fucking you in his ghostface costume, mask and gloves made you wetter, it was so wrong.

you gave him those doe eyes, and he swore he could have cum right now just from the look you were giving him. you half-opened your mouth as if to let out another moan, but nothing came out.

his thumb moved to your lower lip, his hand still gripping your jaw. his other hand continued to penetrate you roughly, but you still wanted more. he could read the desire on your face, in your eyes.

- what's the matter, pretty girl ? do you want my cock instead ?

you nod eagerly.

- please, i w-want it so bad.

the position you were in meant you couldn't breathe properly, your back arched, your head back as you stared into the big black eyes of the ghost mask.

his thumb pressed your clitoris just right, in a delicious way that brought back that exquisite sensation in your lower belly. but suddenly he withdrew his hand, feeling you suddenly empty, you let out a whine.

but he quickly silenced you by pushing the two fingers inside you into your mouth, his other hand controlling your movements through your jaw and forcing you to take his fingers covered in your juices.

- that's it, taste yourself, take those fingers right down your throat, whispered ghostface.

you felt your taste on his two fingers deposited on your tongue, you closed your mouth to suck greedily on his fingers that he pushed deep into your throat, creating new tears in the corner of your eyes and causing you a gag that seemed to satisfy him.

his fingers were so deep in your throat that your saliva was starting to drip down the corner of your mouth.

His hand that held your jaw withdrew from it, you felt the trace of the fabric of his gloves burn your jaw in the absence of his hand, then just after, you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling just behind you.

claiming only his fingers or his cock inside of you again, you moved your hips back, and felt the brutal material of his jeans, and then, from his underwear, you could especially feel his erection that was right against your ass.

you tried to speak, but with his fingers in your throat and the taste of your wetness on your tongue, those sounds were muffled, but you knew he'd heard you because he pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, making you feel a little dizzy.

as he let out a muffled moan against the movement of your hips against him, he in turn thrust against you, feeling your clitoris swell with excitement.

then, a few seconds later, unexpectedly, without any warning from him, you felt his tip right in front of your entrance and quickly, he penetrated you brutally, knocking the wind out of your lungs, causing you to scream due to the impact.

- did i go in too fast ? he laughed, tilting his head to one side, his voice still modified by the modulator.

he started to thrust in and out of you at a pace that made you see stars. his fingers left your throat, and you took a deep breath of air, you were suffocating, and yet his index finger remained between your mouth and your teeth, understanding what he wanted you to do, you bit the material of his glove, allowing him to slide his hand out, removing his glove for him, letting go of the glove in your mouth, you could then observe his hand.

large and covered with veins. You could almost recognize his hand. Your pussy was throbbing and the harsh thrusts didn't help.

suddenly, his hand grabbed the back of your neck and tilted you forward, pushing your chest against the surface where you rested your cheek. it felt so good, you could hear him growling behind you and your whole body wanted to submit to him. his thrusts pushed your belly against the counter, his hips slammed into your buttocks.

for support, he grabbed the ropes he'd tightened around your hands, still holding your neck to make sure you didn't move, you were his to fuck.

you tried to straighten up, but his grip prevented you, so you tried to look over your shoulder, and just seeing him fucking you could make you cum on the spot, his tall figure, the mask, him dominating you.

the erotic sound of his cock thrusting into you filled the room and mingled with your moans and grunts.

- harder, please fuck me harder, you begged, letting your forehead fall back against the counter, eyes closed.

- you want me to fuck you harder ? he said playfully, fine then, i’ll fuck you harder.

he did as you asked, but first by slowing down his thrusts, you then let out some moans as you arched your back, but then he thrust more brutally, deeper into you, all the while being fast. you opened your mouth in pleasure, before going back to biting your lip.

his bare hand grabs your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little or no time to adjust as he drives deep into you.

he pulls you back, using his grip on your wrists as your pussy tightens around his cock under his thrusts.

after a few more strokes that made you feel disoriented to the point where it was hard to keep your eyes open. a small noise near you caught your attention, you reopened your eyes breathing hard, and noticed the ghostface mask right next to you, he'd just pulled it off. your eyes widened in astonishment.

- taking it so well, hm whore ? he said in a taunting tone, the modulator was off, god, you feel amazing, he moaned.

and you recognized that voice.

- e-ethan ?

you couldn't see him, but he was smiling and pounding into you, his curly hair falling back on his forehead with a little sweat on his temples.

without you expecting it, his hand on the back of your neck slid down your throat to pull you back to his torso, your hands tied behind your back making the position slightly uncomfortable, but when you let your head fall below his shoulder to look up at him, you forgot the discomfort.

you couldn't believe it, ethan, the shy, dorky guy you were so close to.

- hi baby, surprised ? he smirked devilishly.

- i- you tried to speak, but another of his blows triggered a soft moan.

he laughed again, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened in pleasure. he tightened his hand around your neck enough to reduce the air passing through to your lungs, and again he felt you tighten around him.

- look at you, what a little slut. you look so pretty with my hand around your throat.

wanting to look at him, you opened your eyes again, your eyes met and you noticed how dark his gaze was as I'd never seen it before. his hand on your hip began to rub your clit deliciously while he was thrusting in you.

he leaned over and placed his lips against yours to kiss you passionately, not giving you a chance to breathe, you kissed him back without hesitation, which made him smile.

when the kiss ended and you parted, you looked up at him again, his hand still around your neck. you let out at surprised gasp when he forced you to bend over once more, removing his hand from your throat to move it into your hair, which he grabbed to pull you back.

you found yourself in the same position as before, your back curved and your head tilted back. you could see him, but instead of the ghostface mask, you saw ethan's angelic face, who wasn't actually so angelic.

his grip on your hair made you groan, and you'd never have suspected this dominance from mindy's number one suspect.

- open your mouth.

damn.

you opened your mouth as he asked, tongue out, with a doe eyed gaze that made him growl. he leaned closer and spat into your mouth.

- swallow it.

and you did. you swallowed without replying under his eager gaze. you stuck out your tongue to prove it, god, you were sure you looked so dirty like that. his gloveless hand found its way to your cheek, and he patted it before caressing it with a delicacy that contradicted the brutality of his strokes that made you stammer.

- that’s it. you’re being very good baby.

the praise pushed you to give him a fucked up smile. the more time passed, the more you felt that knock in your lower belly. you were close,and ethan could feel it too by the way you tightened around him.

- s-shit, e-ethan, i’m close.

- i know, baby, cum for me.

with his hand pulling your hair tighter so he could get a better view of your face to see you cum, before long, you were cumming and felt your legs trembling under the intensity, and when you came, you let out the prettiest sound without worrying whether your neighbors heard you or not.

he let go of your hair, and both his hands bestially gripped your hips, he was close too, you felt overstimulated but you knew he was going to cum soon so you

let him use you. he muttered "fuck" under his breath, and cummed as he sank deep inside you, stopping his thrusts to stay deep inside you. he tilted his head back, his adam's apple perfectly visible and you didn't have to look at him to know he must be incredibly beautiful like that.

[getmeoutofhell]

Hotel room headcanons with GF group

A/n: i know it’s not much but bear with me 🤞🏾

warnings: them. they are the warning.

-let’s start with the basics

-all HELL would break loose

-arguing about who they want in their room for like 30 fucking minutes

-roman telling them to shut up like 50 times

-roman chooses which hotel we would stay at before we even leave the house

-you’d probably stay at something fancy and nice

-depending on who you choose the stay with, you’ll be fine for the night

-ethan would probably want you to stay with him

-he totally doesn’t have a crush on you or anything (🌝)

-charlie would probably stay with mickey

-both are crazy asf

-you’d probably stay with ethan at the end of the ‘argument’ everyone had in the car

-billy and stu are in a room together (wow that’s a shocker!)

-you guys would probably all chill in one hotel room until y’all get sleepy and head to y’all’s own

-basically like amber and quinn would throw a party in their hotel room and invite everyone to come

-loud asf all of them

-definitely got noice complaints about 14 times from the people around them

-i just feel like stu would want to play spin the bottle for some reason

-the older GF (debbie, bailey) are not allowed to come to the party

-for reasons ofc

-DEFINITELY would play truth or dare i just know it

-roman would mostly pick truth if y’all play it

-oh my gosh y’all would probably also play 7 minutes in heaven i promise you

-pillow fights!!!

-stu starts them

-definitely drinking involved

-hopefully you enjoy your night <3

a/n: as i said this isn’t much, but i still hope you enjoyed!!

[kittyamore0]

Hi can I have an Ethan x fem reader carpenter sister.Her and Ethan have a complicated relationship.Because of what happened in scream 5 how her first boyfriend died she is afraid to love Ethan.He is all sad and thinks she hates him because of how distant she has become.now let’s pretend Ethan was in the apartment scene when they are attacked.The reader decided to jump in front of him and gets stabbed.Later on in the ambulance Ethan is crying to her because she almost died asking her why she would do that.She confesses how she really feels about him.( I requested this from a different author so please do feel pressured to do it quickly thank you)

A/N: Sam is going to be in this and Richie is going to have a brother who was the reader's boyfriend. His name is Rylie!

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FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

RATING: SFW

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

POV: 2nd person

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my work!

CW: Murder, attempted murder, stabbing, attacking, shouting/screaming, usage of a knife, blood/bleeding

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Ethan thought you hated him, did you? You were also so quiet towards him, distant, scared, sad...was it his fault? Did he do something wrong? If so, what was it? His actions, thoughts, looks? How can he make you feel better?

It wasn't him. You were just...scared. After Rylie, your first boyfriend, you've been scared to get too attached to Ethan, but you did. Now, you'd have to stay distant, but you didn't want the same thing happening to Ethan, no...you wanted him to live, and thrive, to not face what Rylie did.

You could've told him. Oh, how much you wanted too, but you also clamped up around Ethan, flashbacks from Rylie, tears in your eyes, heart both pacing and dropping. You couldn't go through with it.

Until, the night where you, Ethan, Tara, and everyone else were attacked by Ghostface, after he 'killed' Quinn.

"God, say something more positive!" Anika cried out, making Ghostface charge right at her. She screamed and hit Ghostface by his shoulders, while he just held her down.

"Get off of her!" Ethan bashed a vase over Ghostface's head, making him fly off of Anika. Ghostface caught himself before swiftly turning towards Ethan, lifting his knife. "No, no, no, no..." You mumbled.

"No!" Ethan barley had no time to react before you crashed into Ethan, making him fall and hit his knee on the floor. Ghostface target changed from Ethan to you without his knowledge or consent.

Ghostface stabbed you in the stomach, but paused when he realized his knife wasn't in Ethan, but...you.

Ethan stared in horror at the sight before his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was.

Sam threw a lamp at the back of Ghostface head. He stumbled to the left of you. Mindy used her foot to kick him to the side. You screamed in pain when his knife was forced out of you.

Ethan grabbed and hugged your body, pulling you away from the scene when Ghostface was occupied with Anika, Sam, and Mindy. Ghostface hadn't noticed you both escaped from the crime scene either.

Ethan sets you down once you both made it out of the apartment and was far enough for harm to take a while to set, with tears streaming down his face.

You coughed harsh, spitting up blood, as black took over your vision. "Hey, hey...[Name?], [Name?!]" Ethan shook you. "Goddammit, stay with me! [Name!], please!"

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Police sirens buzzed your ears, setting your brain in alert. You slowly opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings. Ethan was sobbing, hovering over you. "Ethan...?"

He lifted his head in surprise, sighing in relief and smiling when he saw you awake. "You're alive...!" You lazily smiled back. His smile dropped just a few seconds after.

"Why...why did you do do that, dont you ha hate me...?" Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "No, no...Ethan, I dont hate you. I never did hate you..." Ethan stared at you, a perplexed look on his face. "You were so...distant..." He sobbed. "I know, i know...I...I didn't want to get attached to you because i was scared you were going to die or get hurt like Rylie did..." Ethan's mouth was now slightly agape. That was the reason...?

"But I...I ended up falling in love with you, and I dont regret it..." You smiled and chuckled, in pain. "I was going to tell you, that I was scared something was going to happen to you, and thats why i was so...on edge," you coughed, tasting the bitter blood. "I never meant to make it seem like i hated you, Ethan. I love you..." Ethan sniffled and softly hugged you.

"I love you too..." He whispered. He raised his hand and flicked your forehead, as you hissed in pain. "Ow, what was that for?!" You huffed. "you could've died!" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

Ethan gently ran his thumb over the stinging spot he flicked, he then swooped down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. You smiled.

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[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Richie Kirsch Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,hair playing, kissing,teasing,holding, cuddling,arm over your shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Violence, yelling,pain,silent treatment, ties you up,force feeding, starving, spanking

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

7 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Dominant

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Sweets,food,pillows,blankets,weapons,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His threats,his angry moments, his jealous moments, teasing,his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Glares at anyone who goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Painful

L=Language (What is their love language)

Physical touch and quality time

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get what you want)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Babe,baby,sweetie,hunny,sweetheart, angel, cutie, doll, love, darling, beautiful, princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He'd go on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'd catch you before you can

S=Stalking (How good are thru at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Sadistic,manipulative,delusional,obsessive,possessive,stalker, jealous, overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Likes the game

V=Vine (How soul is they feel if you fought back)

Fights you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeds you, ties you up,holds you,spends time with you, manipulates you

X=Xray (How much do they hide from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you in his arms

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Sam Carpenter as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 29)

Loves that you know how to play the piano

She can tell when you’re moody but she loves you anyway

She can tell when you’re annoyed but she loves you anyway

When you heard she broke up with Richie just to be with you he was okay with it actually

He could see how much she loves you and she fell for you first but you honestly fell harder for Sam

So the night before Christmas Eve you wrote this song about Richie and Sam

Because Richie annoyed you (jokingly) about your crush on Sam and it annoyed you so much you wanted to kill him

And Richie saying Sam is someone who’s sexually available for you when you wear that dress she likes (he says to tease you) it makes you wanna kill him even more

So during Christmas Eve everyone did some karaoke and laughed at Richie for singing so bad and doing the robot dance

And Sam didn’t wanna go because she’s too shy which means it’s your turn

“Okay, your turn (Y/n)!” Richie said to you. You walked over to the piano and began playing it and you started to sing.

You sang a cover of the song It ends tonight by All American Rejects mixed with your own song lyrics

”Wow”. Sam whispered. “Y/n that was beautiful”. She said. She smiled.

”Aww Sammy you mean that?” You asked.

”Yes I do”. Said Sam. And she went for it and kissed you and you kissed her back. “I love you”. Sam said to you. “God I love you. So much. I have for quite some time”. Said Sam.

You smiled. “Oh Sammy. I love you so much. My god you’re beautiful. And kind. And smart. Sam-“

And she cut you off “(Y/n) will you be my girlfriend?” Sam asked you.

”Yes!! Yes a million times!!” You said.

“Woooo!!” Everyone said.

When she’s sleeping she loves to curl up all around you with her arm on you

Shes super protective and you love it because Sam is yours and yours only

[livingdreams97]

Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 4)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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Tara's POV

A chill runs down my spine as the name and photo lights up the screen of my sister's phone. The memory of his sadistic laughter as he tried to kill my sister and his voice filling the first floor of Amber's house as he recounted his plan chills me.

Richie Kirsch.

Tara: How the fuck..?- I leave the question hanging in the air without understanding how it is possible.

Sam: I didn't get to delete the contact. - she answers without taking her eyes off the phone. - They're using your number. - she says simply.

Tara: Don't answer, let it ring.- I tell her when I see her thumb move towards the green button.

My sister ignores me and decides to answer the call. She quickly puts the phone to her ear and looks around the dark and almost desolate street.

Sam: Who is it? - she asks seriously. - Think very seriously about whether you really want to do this, because the last two who tried ended up dead. - she says with venom in her voice and I look between my sister's angry face and my boyfriend's confused one.

Y/n: Tara.- he calls me in a whisper and when I look at him he gestures with his head in front of us.

I look where he is pointing, seeing a figure dressed in dark clothing with a hood and walking towards us looking like he is talking on the phone.

I give my sister a quick push, alerting her to the person approaching us. My boyfriend stands in front of us in a projective manner, but the guy walks past us calmly, looking at us strangely.

Sam: So what? You protect us now? - she asks the person on the other end of the line. - Don't believe everything they say on the internet, asshole. - she insults him venomously. - You watch yours. - she threatens him.

Not a second later, I feel an arm go around my shoulders and wrap around my neck. I open my eyes in fear, seeing a knife and Ghostface's mask next to my face.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims, moving quickly and grabbing the knife arm, preventing me from being stabbed with it.

I take advantage of the moment and throw my elbow back, hitting ghostface in the face and with the help of my sister we push him to the ground.

Sam: Run!- she tells us, standing behind me and pushing me forward.

We run down the sidewalk, calling for help and seeing Ghostface already standing up running behind us. We turn to the right and see a bodega that we enter without hesitation.

Sam: You have to help us.- she asks the guy from the store at the same time as me.

Tara: Help, please!- I ask as soon as we approach the counter. -You have to call the police, there's a man outside who's n...- I desperately ask the store worker, ignoring the customers and being interrupted by the doorbell.

Ghostface enters the store and walks calmly towards us, without any hurry while we walk backwards.

XY: Any problems, ghost? - a man asks ghostface, standing in front of him.

The guy doesn't have time to react, before ghostafece moves quickly and stabs him several times in the stomach. Another man tries to separate him from the victim, receiving a stab in the side of the neck and being thrown to the side as if he was nothing.

We walk backwards, watching as he walks towards us at a leisurely pace, causing panic inside me.

Shopman: Hey! - he calls and quickly shoots Ghostface with the shotgun. -Go to the back room.- he tells us after coming out from behind the counter and seeing that the person he shot is no longer there.

The three of us quickly move to the door on our left side, attempting to open the back room door and realizing that it is locked.

Tara: Keys, we need the keys.- I say after running back to the hallway and getting the shopman's attention.

He grabs the keys that he has tied to his waist, trying to untie them and give them to me. But before he can let go of the keys, Ghostface appears and before we know it the clerk is already on the ground with a gunshot wound to the face.

Y/n: Fuck.- he whispers, impressed by what he just saw.

Sam: Hide.- she whispers to us, pulling us both through the corridors of the bodega.

The three of us crouch down, trying not to be seen by the killer and to be able to escape. We stay still, trying to listen for any noise so we can know where our attacker is.

By some miracle, we hear the sound of a package being stepped on where it had been when it had killed the owner of the bodega. We barely move a few centimeters before a shot is heard and the glass of the refrigerators behind us explodes.

Y/n: Shit.- he whispers barely perceptibly, causing me to look back and see him with blood on his arm and hand.

But before I can approach him or say anything, the sound of another gunshot fills the warehouse and several things from the shelves fall on top of us.

Sam: Come on.- says rushing us so we can move quickly.

We hide across one of the hallways, trying to hide as best as possible, the three of us stuck together. Sam grabs a can from the floor as quietly as possible and throws it away from us.

The noise the can makes when it falls to the ground causes Ghostface to walk towards the noise and we take advantage of it to move.

But as luck would have it, one of the glass pieces on the floor makes a noise and we freeze. The store falls completely silent for a few seconds, except for the background music.

Before we know it, the three of us have pushed a shelf over Ghostface and run out of the store. As soon as we cross the door, two police cars pull up in front of us and we turn back toward the store.

I notice that the door to the back room is now open and the mask the killer was wearing is now on the floor of the cellar.

I look at my sister, watching as the police enter the warehouse and search for the murderer.

Paramedic: Are you okay? - I hear someone ask us and I turn to see a paramedic approaching us.

Sam: Yes, thank you.- he answers with a small grimace.

Tara: Y/n needs his arm looked at.- I tell her quickly, turning to my boyfriend and seeing the blood stain the forearm of his shirt.

The paramedic takes my boyfriend to the ambulance, where they begin to treat him and heal the cuts on his arm and hand.

I look at my sister, worried about what is about to come and guilty for having brought Y/n into this whole thing.

POV Your

We have been in an interrogation room for more than half an hour, with rather unpleasant images scattered on the table and without knowing when they will let us go.

Tara is leaning on the table between her sister and me, her eyes closed and completely silent. Sam on the other hand is leaning back in the chair, with her arms crossed over her chest and a tired expression on her face.

I, on the other hand, have my back leaning against my chair and my head thrown back looking at the ceiling, completely exhausted and bored of waiting.

A while later, the door to the room opens and Detective Bailey enters. From what Tara told me when we arrived, he is the father of her roommate Quinn.

Bailey: This was found next to the body, on the floor at the crime scene.- he tells us, showing a Ghostface mask in an evidence bag and leaving it on the table. -The DNA says it belongs to someone named Richie Kirsch. Does that ring a bell?- he asks, looking at the three of us.

Sam: That sounds familiar to us, yes.- she answers in a somewhat vague way.

Tara: Whoever attacked us was wearing a different mask.- she tells the detective. -More battered, like an older one.- she explains in a simple way.

Bailey: I have to ask.- he begins, clearing his throat. -Do you have any alibi for today?- he asks us and my girlfriend is the first to respond.

Tara: I was at a party with friends and Y/n was with me too.- she answers and I nod confirming the alibi.

Sam: And I was in therapy, I can give you his contact and he'll confirm it to you.- she answers, making the detective write something on a piece of paper. -And then I saw Tara and the rest at the party, where I tased Y/n.- she finishes telling her alibi and I can see how the detective looks at me surprised.

I just make a face frowning my lips, remembering the moment and feeling my body shudder at the painful memory of the moment.

Tara places her hand on my thigh, leaving a light squeeze there and offering me a slight smile at the memory of what her sister has done.

Bailey: And that was before or after this? - he asks, searching for something on his phone and playing a video in which someone threw a soda at her.

Sam: Before.- she answers simply.

Tara: As you can see, we have been accompanied at all times. - she points out to make it clear that we have nothing to do with anything that has happened.

Sam: So our friend's father happens to be in charge of the case? - she says with some curiosity and distrust due to the coincidence.

Bailey: It's a small world, isn't it? - he shakes his head slightly. - Well, actually, the colleague who was going to take charge of the case offered it to me because it involved Quinn, but I can give it back to you if you feel uncomfortable - he assures the three of us, but at no time does he take his eyes off the eldest of the three.

Y/n: Well, I would feel more comfortable if you returned the case.- I commented, crossing my arms, earning a dirty look from the detective. -Don't take it personally, it's just that I don't know you and I don't think it's appropriate. Besides, isn't it illegal to participate or lead an investigation in which a family member is involved?- I asked him without stopping looking into his eyes.

Bailey: It's okay, because I'm going to be objective at all times.- he assures me firmly, but I can see that he's annoyed by the slight tremor in his right eyebrow.

Y/n: I'm not saying that you can't be objective in case that your daughter turns out to be a suspect, but the law says one thing and that is; no agent can participate in a case when any member of the close family is involved in said case.- I remind him raising an eyebrow. -Or is that not so?- I ask him tilting my head to the side.

Bailey: Yes it is.- he agrees with me, pressing his lips together in clear annoyance. -But in this case there won't be any problem, because I can vouch for Quinn not been involved and that she is innocent.- he assures the three of us, but from what I see I'm not the only one who doesn't completely trust what he says.

Y/n: And who would vouch for you? - I ask him with a slight smile, amused by the reactions I'm getting from the detective and the gestures he's making to keep from exploding.

Bailey: Any of my colleagues can do it.- he replies between his teeth. -So if you want me to return the case, it's up to you.- he repeats again, ignoring that I don't agree and looking at the brunette.

Sam: Okay.- she nods without being very convinced and I look at her shaking my head.

There is something I don't like about this man, he has a weird vibe and is not at all sincere. Besides, coincidences are a thing and this is a clear case of abuse of power.

Bailey: Okay.- he nods with a slight smile taking out another envelope. -If the man who attacked you stole your ID and left it next to the body, it's probably someone close to you.- he assures her leaving the evidence bag with Sam's ID full of blood in front of the owner. -Since when do you know your friends?- he asks mainly directed to the sisters.

Tara: We moved here for the summer semester with Mindy and Chad about six months ago. So Quinn, Ethan, Anika and Y/n have been friends ever since then or so.- she replies giving me a smile when she says my name and I return it.

Bailey: Well, I think I can rule out Quinn and that's one less we have to worry about.- he assures us causing the three of us to look at each other.

Y/n: If that's the case, I canvouch for Tara and Sam, which means two fewer people.- I refute his reasoning. -And Tara and Sam can rule out Chad and Mindy, which would mean two more people less; according to your reasoning. Plus I would expect Tara to also rule me out for being her boyfriend, which only leaves us with two possible suspects.- I commented, looking at him with some superiority when I noticed the slight tremor of his eyelid.

The girls look at me in surprise at what I just said, receiving a slight nod from Sam and a proud smile from my girlfriend.

The detective falls silent, watching me and taking a deep breath before speaking again.

Bailey: Do either of you have anyone who wants to attack you? - he asks the question directed at the Carpenter sisters, ignoring my comment completely.

Tara: No one who is still alive.- she answers after thinking about it for a few seconds.

Bailey: Wow.- he says surprised by the response of the shortest of all those present.

The four's attention moves to the door, when an agent opens it and leans inside the interrogation room.

Agent: The FBI, they say they have jurisdiction over the case.- he informs the detective, who gets up from his seat and leaves the place, closing the door behind him.

The three of us stayed silent for a few moments, during which we all let out tired sighs.

Y/n: I'm going to say it because I'm sure the three of us thought it.- I whisper, breaking the silence and turning my body towards the sisters. -Don't you find this whole situation a little strange?- I ask them, looking towards the door over my shoulder.

Tara: What do you mean? - she asks me confused and looking at her sister for support.

Y/n: I mean, Bailey is insisting on Quinn's innocence too much without giving any reason other than the fact that she's his daughter.- I begin to explain and the eldest of the sisters nods in agreement. -Besides, when he asked if we felt uncomfortable with him taking the case, I said that I preferred another detective and he ignored me because I didn't say what he wanted to hear.- I point out, looking towards the door again.

Tara: But is it true that since he is Quinn's father he can't participate in the case? - she asks me with sincere interest.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod. -If someone higher position than him finds out, they could open a file on him for participating and having access to privileged information, since you could manipulate evidence or alter the course of the investigation. They could also take away his badge and prohibit him from working as an agent again depending on the type of investigation.- I explain it in the simplest way possible so that they both understand.

Sam: Wait.- she says, getting my attention. -How do you know all this?- she asks me with confusion and interest.

Tara: Y/n is studying to be a lawyer.- she answers on my behalf, provoking a surprised and impressed reaction from her older sister at the information.

Sam: But I thought you met in class? - she asks, completely lost.

On the way from the winery to the police station in the police car we had some time to talk. Sam gave me the third degree, asking about my family, how Tara and I met, and about our relationship.

So you could say that's what her little sister has been hiding from her since she met me six months ago in our introduction to production class.

Y/n: And we did it.- I assure her with a smile. -I took the introduction to production class to earn extra credits.- I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

Sam: So you don't trust him either? - she asks me, referring to her roommate's father.

Y/n: Not at all, and the way he tried to remove his daughter from the list of suspects, I don't trust her completely either.- I answer.

Sam: At least we agree that Bailey is not someone to be trusted.- she assures and both her sister and I nod in agreement with what he says.

Tara: And Quinn? - she asks looking at her sister and me.

Sam: Let's keep some distance from her, but we'll continue acting as usual with her.- she answers her sister and she nods in response. -Now let's get out of here and go home.- she tells us getting up from the chair and I do the same.

My girlfriend interlaces her right hand with my good hand that is not bandaged, before starting to walk behind her sister and me behind both of them.

Sam: Kirby?- she asks, stopping next to an open room where Quinn's father and a familiar-looking short-haired blonde girl are.

Kirby: Hello Sam.- she greets her back leaving the room with a slight smile and hugging her.

Sam: But what..?- she asks with evident confusion returning the hug.

Kirby: Tara.- greets my girlfriend and gives me a quick look, making me shake my head discreetly.

Sam: You're the FBI? - she asks the blonde in disbelief, receiving a nod in response.

Bailey: Do you know each other? - he asks with some frustration in his voice, looking between the two older women.

Sam: Yes.- she answers looking between the two agents. -We went to Woodsboro High Toghether. She was a senior when I started.- she explains simply.

Kirby: We have something in common, yes.- she confirms with a slightly lost look. -Look, I don't want us to measure who has the largest jurisdiction, I just want to help. I'll scratch your back, etc.- she says to Agent Bailey, handing him some documents and I bite my lip to hold back my laughter.

Tara: Don't laugh.- she whispers to me when she sees my face, giving me a light punch in the stomach with her elbow and giving me a dirty look.

Bailey: Good.- she nods, receiving more documents from a police officer. -Thank you.- he thanks, looking at the bag with the Ghostface mask. -The mask was left in the store. There are traces of DNA from two individuals: Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both already deceased.- he reads what is written on the mask and I look at the blonde quickly, feeling a phantom pain in my back.

Kirby: The masked killers of 2011.- she says receiving the mask and giving me a subtle look. -Charlie Walker did this to me.- she explains lifting her shirt a little so the scars on her side are visible. -That's why I'm interested in these cases.- she explains lowering the edge of her shirt. -Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?- she asks the girls directly.

Tara: No.- she immediately denies, since the one the murderer was wearing when he attacked us was older and worn out.

Bailey: So, he leaves them on purpose.- he announces looking at the FBI agent.

Kirby: Whoever is behind this has studied previous killers who came before.- she says, looking at the mask in her hand.- Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line.- she says, looking at the one mentioned.

Sam: Okay, good luck with that.- he says to both agents. -We're leaving town.- she says, looking at her sister, and the two of them start walking, with me being pulled slightly by my girlfriend's intertwined hand.

Bailey: I'm sorry, but that's not possible.- he denies causing the three of us to stop and look at the two police officers. -You three are persons of interest on a double homicide, so you can't leave New York.- he tells the three of us and I glare at him.

Tara: Are you serious? - she asks the older agent, letting go of my hand and taking a step towards him.

Kirby: He's right.- she supports with a lost look. -But if we work together...- she begins to say looking at the oldest of the Carpenters.

Sam: Let's go.- she says to her sister and the two of them walk away.

I stand still for a few seconds, watching Kirby and trying to have a mental conversation with her. She gives me a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

Tara: Y/n!- I hear her calling me, so I make a face at the agents and run to where my girlfriend and sister are.

The three of us walk in complete silence, with Sam in the lead and me behind, keeping Tara between us. As soon as we walk through the doors of the police station, we see a group of reporters who, as soon as they see the sisters leave, approach and start asking questions.

Sam glances at me quickly, motioning me towards the group and then to her sister. I nod as I walk over to my girlfriend and pull her against my chest and quickly walk behind her sister through the reporters.

Gale: Gale Weathers, Channel 4.- I hear behind me and my body immediately freezes. -Do you think you're the reason Ghostface has come to the Big Apple?- she asks the Carpenters.

Y/n: Shit.- I mumbled through my teeth, closing my eyes tightly for a few seconds.

I stand still with my back to her, not wanting her to see me and recognize me. But out of the corner of my eye I can see Sam making a sudden movement, so I turn with my eyes wide open and watch as Gale dodges a punch.

Gale: Nice try, sweete, but i´ve done this dance before.- she replies proudly before his eyes stray from Sam for a few seconds. -Y/n.- she whispers in surprise when she sees me.

But the reporter doesn't have time to say anything else, as my girlfriend's fist hits her left cheek with force and turns her face.

Everyone around us exclaims in surprise at the blow. Gale turns around holding his cheek and looking at my girlfriend completely shocked by the blow.

Tara: Don't even come near us.- she threatens, grabbing my hand again and pulling us away from the reporters.

Gale: Are you still mad at me? - I hear her ask behind us.

Sam: You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened and then you wrote it. - she reproaches her with obvious annoyance.

Gale: Come on!- she exclaims exasperatedly. - Someone was going to write about it! It's my job. - she argues defensively.

Tara: I hear you couldn´t sell the movie rights- she reproaches her with an impassive face.

Gale: It´s... it´s all about true crime limited series these days.- she tells my girlfriend in response to her attack.

Sam: After everything we've been through together.- she reproaches the reporter. - What would Dewey think? - she asks her maliciously and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Sam, you've gone too far, that's not the point.- I tell her with some annoyance at the use of the reporter's late ex-husband who died last year.

Gale: Don't worry, Y/n.- she tells me, causing me to grimace. -That was a low blow.- she reproaches the eldest Carpenter.

Sam: So is your book.- she reproaches her back taking a step towards her. -You called me "unstable" and "a born killer."- she reproaches her lowering her voice.

Gale: That´s taken out of context - defends herself, trying to lighten the mood.

Sam: It's a literal quote. - she reminds her annoyed by the description.

Tara: You don´t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us? - she asks her with a certain accusatory tone.

Sam:Come on.- she tells us starting to walk towards one of the taxis.

Gale: Hey, I talked to Sidney.- she says causing the girls to stop and look at her.

Tara: She's not coming here, is she? - she asks with some uncertainty.

Gale: No.- she shakes her head. -She sends her love, but she is going to a safe place with Mark and the kids.- she explains, reassuring the sisters. -She deserves to have her happy ending.- she assures with a certain sparkle in her eyes.

Sam: On that much, we agree.- she says to end the conversation, turning around and opening the taxi door to get in.

Gale: Hey, I want to catch this fucker as much as you do.- she says as she approaches the car.

Tara: Maybe.- she says before getting into the taxi. -Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away.- she attacks her to get into the vehicle with her sister.

Y/n: Call you later?- I ask in a whisper, receiving a slight nod from the reporter and with that I get in the car as well.

The driver starts the car, at the same time I close the door and put on my seatbelt.

We started to move towards the sisters apartment, or at least that's what I concluded. Sam's intention was to go home and pack her suitcase. Plus, the rest of their group will probably still be in their apartment and want to know what happened.

Tara: I have a question.- she says after a few moments of silence, drawing both her sister's attention and mine. -How did Gale know your name?- she asks me, looking me straight in the eyes.

I swallow heavily, looking at the intense look my girlfriend is giving me and the tension building inside the cab.

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Holaaaa, podrías hacer un one shot o algo de cómo sería la vida entre Richie y “t/n” después de que sobrevivieran al ataque (richie y “t/n” eran ghostface) y mataran a Sam y Tara?

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖 (𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤)

Pairing | Richie Kirsch x Freeman ! Reader

TW | Angustia. Relación tóxica, creo. Algo de obscenidad. Agresión entre la pareja principal, nada gráfico. Final abierto, ni feliz ni triste, quizás solo resignación. Muerte pasada de personajes. Minors DNI.

WA | 854

AN | Realmente lo estuve pensando y esto es lo único que se me ocurrió, así que siéntete libre de hacerme otra solicitud si esto no te agrada:(.

Les dijeron que se tomaran su tiempo de descanso y especialmente a ti, que seguiste “luchando contra las malas Sam y Tara” por defenderte a ti y a tu novio, heridas como esas no sanaban de la noche a la mañana y aun así, Richie decidió que no importaba, aún tenías algo de lucha en ti. Podías sentir sus manos recorrer tu cuerpo con toda la emoción de los sucesos de noches anteriores y aunque trataba de ser delicado con tus zonas heridas, el afecto sería tanto que presionaría el lugar incorrecto en momentos.

Aun así, no te negaste, también te sentías emocionada y habías extrañado demasiado a tu novio estos últimos días en los que tuvo que seguir a Sam y sus amigos, amigos de los cuales formaba parte tu hermana, tu hermana muerta, Amber. Enviaste esos pensamientos al fondo de tu mente y te concentraste en Richie, en Richie que siempre estuvo ahí, en Richie y sus caricias entusiastas, en el cuerpo de Richie sobre el tuyo y sus placenteros movimientos, Dios, extrañabas a Richie.

Debió ser el primer llamado de atención, como tu dulce y atento Richie paso del novio ideal al hombre concentrado en la fama que tenías ahora y no tú, ustedes. Creíste que sería suficiente acabar con Sam, Sidney y Gale, que posiblemente después se retirarían del centro de atención y vivirían su vida tranquila, viendo una renovada franquicia de Stab. Pero no, conforme más reporteros y productores se acercaban a ustedes, más podrías ver como ese Richie que conocías se desvanecía o quizás nunca existió, susurraría tu mente.

— Estoy tan cansada–. La mirada confundida en su rostro te decía como las discusiones pasadas eran fácilmente olvidadas, mientras tú te consumes en tus pensamientos.

— ¿Por qué no vas a la cama a descansar?

La cama, solo otra cama de hotel ya que esto era tu vida ahora, ir de hotel en hotel siguiendo cada nueva oportunidad que les presentaban y sin la incapacidad de tener un lugar que puedas llamar tuyo. A veces pensarías en que pudiste asesinar a Richie en la casa Matcher hace un año, que debiste hacerlo y acabar con todo este circo en el que se habían transformado los asesinatos en Woodsboro, pero los callarías rápidamente, aún tenían solución, no?

— No, Richie, estoy cansada de todo esto, este espectáculo en el que metiste nuestra relación.

— No sé de qué hablas, estamos haciendo lo que dijimos que haría…

— ¿¡Dijimos!? ¿Cuando dije una mierda? Eras tu el pequeño patético obsesi…

Antes de que te dieras cuenta estabas siendo sujetada contra el sillón en la habitación y un Richie visiblemente muy molesto sobre ti. Sabías que podías contra él, unos pocos movimientos y lo tendrías sobre su culo idiota, pero decidiste jugar a la victima y ver hasta donde llegaría. Fingiendo desesperación pusiste tus manos sobre las suyas, tratando de hacer el esfuerzo de separarlo de ti y tu cuello, aunque tus movimientos eran débiles, él seguía presionando y tu decepción solo daba paso a tu deseo de golpearlo.

— Mira lo que me haces hacer, cariño, esto no somos nosotros, verdad? No, claro que no, somos la pareja que pasó por el infierno y volvió, no esta horrible idea que estás creando.

No sonaba enojado, pero sí lo suficientemente rabioso y desesperado mientras hablaba, sus palabras solo te hacían ver como tu Richie desapareció hace un tiempo, pero con el infierno si permitirías que este idiota se creyera con el poder de dominarte. Cansada de esta posición, moviste tu rodilla contra su entrepierna con la fuerza suficiente para hacerlo retraer sus manos y concentrarse en el dolor creciente, aprovechando el momento rodeaste sus caderas con tus piernas y lo volteaste para estar por encima de él.

— Re-aclaremos algo, Richie Kirsch. Vuelve a intentar este truco conmigo y te convertiré en el próximo villano, si?

Aun con dolor residual en él te miraba con ira y obvias ganas de regresar la agresión, pero habiendo conocido al hombre demasiado a fondo como para asesinar juntos, sujetaste sus manos por encima de su cabeza con una de las tuyas y sacando el cuchillo que siempre traerías encima tuyo lo pusiste contra su cuello.

— ¿Nos entendemos?

No respondió, no verbalmente, solo te miro de arriba abajo con cierta apreciación antes de que asintiera varias veces y te diera su sonrisa más incómoda. Esperando un gesto más artificial, estabas por preguntar qué le pasaba, hasta que fuiste consciente de la posición en la que se encontraban y el muy evidente bulto que sentías contra tu trasero. Un poco confundida no dudaste en restregar tus glúteos contra su erección vestida, viendo como se esforzaba por no gemir y mientras llevabas tu coño igualmente vestido contra dicha erección no pudiste evitar sonreír con burla.

— Oh, Richie, ¿te gusta que te maltraten, cariño?

Sabías que las cosas no mejorarían de la noche a la mañana, pero debías poder ejercer el suficiente control hasta que esto acabara y pudieras abandonar este “barco” que se hundía desde aquella noche en Woodsboro o por lo menos pudieras controlar a Richie y su necesidad de ponerlos ante las cámaras.

[auras-moonstone]

mad woman — ethan landry

word count: 937.

based on: mad woman by taylor swift.

pairing: gf!ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

summary: y/n lost her sister at the hands of tara, so she joins forces with the kirsch family. and on her path of vengeance, she finds herself falling for ethan.

author’s note: soo this is my first post, i was listening to folklore and when this song started i just got inspired. i’m planning on making a small series about this!

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Y/N JUST COULDN’T STAND the way Tara moved on with her life while she had to bare with the pain of having lost her sister. Amber and Y/N were supposed to go to Blackmore University and become film students together, they were supposed to go to frat parties, study together, graduate together—live the whole college experience together. Tara Carpenter took that away from them, and Y/N was going to make her pay.

She had to fake niceties with the youngest Carpenter. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, right? She must have been a great actress because Tara absolutely adored Y/N. In fact, everyone in the group adored her. Her facade of the sweet, innocent and kind girl made her have everyone in the palm of her hand.

It hadn’t always been like that, she used to be a really pure soul. But seeing the mutilated burned body of your sister can drive you into madness. And that is what Y/N became: a mad woman seeking for revenge.

Ethan Landry saw right through her act. He could see her eyes turn dark when she looked at Tara, how her fist clenched at the sound of her voice, the fake sweet smile she gave to her supposed best friend. And Y/N saw right through Ethan too. She couldn’t exactly say what was wrong with him, but something just felt off. And Y/N was determined to find out what Ethan hid behind those puppy brown eyes.

“Hey, Ethan” she called him as they left Econ.

“Hey” he greeted her surprised. They never talked much, just exchanged a few friendly words when the group gathered around.

“I just wanted to ask you something, you can totally say no, but I was wondering if you could help me prepare for Econ’s exam? I really don’t understand the last topic” she asked.

“Yeah, sure. I have one more class but if you can wait for me, we can go to my dorm after that” he suggested.

“Yes, no problem”

Nodding, the curly haired boy walked to his next class, leaving the girl standing in the hall with a smile of satisfaction. She could pass Econ with no problem at all, but she needed to find out more about the boy. Checking his room must give her some answers.

“Do you want something to drink?” the boy asked her after an hour of studying.

Perfect opportunity, the girl thought “Yes please, water is fine”.

“I’ll be right back”

Water didn’t require much preparation so she only had a few minutes. Careful as to not make any noise, the girl wandered around the room, looking inside drawers, under papers, textbooks, school bag, but nothing. There was only one more place to check, so she prayed as she walked towards the wardrobe.

Her fingers touched something in between his shirts, and she pulled it out. She let out a gasp, not only because of what the picture showed her, but also because she was roughly pushed against the door of the wardrobe.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Ethan asked harshly. His eyes weren’t soft as usual, instead they reflected anger and darkness. He looked down at her hand, seeing what she was holding and sighed “Why couldn’t you mind your own business, sweetheart?”.

“Well, it was a stupid place to hide that, Landry… or should I say Kirsch?” the girl asked. He looked at her confused. She wasn’t scared or angry, she just smiled victorious. “Are you going to let me go? Because it usually takes at least one date for me to let someone choke me”.

Ethan widened his eyes and turned red as he let go of her neck “Why aren’t you freaking out, trying to warn Sam and Tara?”.

“Why would I do that?” she laughed. “So, you are Richie’s brother? And Quinn’s? And Bailey is your father? Wow, that’s a shocker, I did not see that coming”

“Yes…” he said unsure. He had no idea what was going on. “Not going to lie, I’m very confused right now”

“Oh, right, sorry. I guess I have never been properly introduced. I am Y/N Freeman” she smiled.

“You are… you are Amber’s sister?” he asked, mouth agape.

Y/N nodded. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you and your family are here, that you and your sister casually roomed with Sam, Tara and Chad. So, you have a plan, don’t you?”

“No” he said quickly.

Y/N rolled her eyes “You need lying classes, Kirsch. Come on, tell me”.

Ethan sighed “I don’t know if my family would appreciate me spilling out our plan, sorry”.

“What if I ask them to include me? Do you think they will let me?” she asked him.

“You want in?” he asked surprised.

“I have wanted to make Tara pay for a long time, but it’s not something I can do alone. I can be useful, I mean, the group trusts me. So what do you say?”

“I can’t guarantee you anything, but I’ll try to convince them”

“Thank you” she said with a smile of appreciation. “And please hide that picture better, for god’s sake”.

“Don’t tell me what to do”

“What are you, five?” she rolled her eyes, gathering her things.

“You are leaving?” he asked, disappointed.

Y/N raised her eyebrows “I just wanted to find out what you were hiding, I don’t really need help with Econ”.

“Wait, what? So you wasted a whole hour of my life?”

“Because you had such a social life, Ethan” she said sarcastically.

“Fuck you” he scoffed.

“Maybe another time, I have things to do now. See you around, Landry” she winked before leaving the apartment. Suddenly, Y/N was ten times more interesting in Ethan’s eyes.

[livlaughloveluke]

Hiiii can I request Ethan x Reader of a best friends brother trope where Quinn and reader are bestfriends but reader has a thing for her brother and they go on vacation and reader goes with them and like they stay in a cabin and reader and Ethan confess there and like they have a small make out sesh there and Quinn walks in and says something like “I knew it” Tyy 💗💗

𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a vacation in the mountains leads to a new relationship (non!ghostface ethan, but still siblings with quinn and richie)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: make out sesh!

𝐚/𝐧: first post in a LONG time. sorry babes!! life has been a little chaotic recently, but hopefully i can start posting at least once a week now. requests are being filled, sorry its taken me so long. feel free to request more, and hope you enjoy the story!💗

you shoved the tightly packed shirt into your already stuffed suitcase before attempting to close it. you used all of your force to keep it together while zipping it up, and once it was finally complete you sighed from relief. you had spent the last three hours packing for this ski trip you were going on with your close friend, and lets just say you were excited for the wrong reasons.

your childhood best friend, quinn, would be attending with her younger brother ethan. her parents finally trusted their kids to use their second house up in the mountains, by themselves. richie was not interested, and since you were like another child to them, you were immediately invited. quinn was a few years older than you, so her brother was around your age. there one issue however. 

you had been madly in love with ethan since the both of you were twelve years old. when he hair was still straight, and his teeth still crooked. his recent “glow up” only added to your liking of the boy.

him and his older sister barged into your room after you had finished packing, and you quickly brought them into a hug. you wrapped your arms around quinn’s waist for a short and sweet embrace, then letting go for the other sibling. you stood on your tallest tiptoes as you reached your arms to rest around his neck, holding him for an appropriate time before dropping your hands and stepping back.

you greeted them with warm welcomes, and after a little chatting, you loaded your bags into their car and set off for the long journey.

the extensive ride was filled with laughter and music, along with quiet snores as the sun set. quinn spent the first few hours driving, then ethan, and then what was supposed to be you. however, when ethan saw your body curled up in the back seat snoozing away, he battled his exhaustion and kept driving.

“you sure you don’t want y/n to take a turn? i’m sure she wouldn’t mind waking up for you.” his sister asked, and he ignored her suggestive tone. 

“yeah, seriously i don’t mind.” he replied, eyes focused on the road, blushing at the lingering smell of your signature perfume. quinn gives him a weird look, before shrugging it off. she knew.

after waking up, you swiftly switched places with ethan so he could rest. both of the kirsch siblings were fast asleep when you pulled into the driveway a few hours later. the brunette boy slowly woke up as the car came to a halt, curls messy and some attached by sweat to his forehead. 

you gave him a smile, his chapped lips returning the action with a genuine grin. you sighed and braced yourself to wake up the feisty sister, scared of what she might do when you shook her awake. it turns out she would snap at you like a freshly lit firecracker, for she was upset you ruined her… spicy dream. 

you slammed the trunk shut after grabbing the final suitcase, carrying the large bags to the porch. you looked back at quinn, who threw you the keys to the house, and you easily unlocked the door. 

“i call master bedroom!” quinn exclaimed, before dropping her luggage and running down the hallway. there was two bedrooms, one a lot larger and containing a king sized bed, and the other one had two twin beds, both tightly packed into the cramped space. 

“damn it!” you groan out. you and ethan carry your stuff into the other room, and you plop face down onto the comfortable bed. even with your power nap on the drive, you still felt exhausted. 

“you okay?” you hear from ethan, his voice sounding muffled due to the position you were in. you lifted and turned your head to him, letting out an exasperated sigh. you the see the gorgeous behind him, which consisted of huge mountains covered in powdery white snow. not to mention, on the porch was a large blue hot tub.

“holy shit! you have a hot tub?!” you perk up, excited due to your new found discovery.

“you didn’t know? i though you said you brought a swimsuit..” he asked, tilting his head slightly, a smile on his confused face.

“I didn’t know i would actually get to use it! i just like to be prepared.” you say, lifting up your   packed suitcase and placing it on your bed so you can unpack.

“i’ll heat it up so we can use it after dinner.”

he replies, going to grab his luggage do he could also unpack.

the sun began to set, the sky stained with gorgeous pinks and yellows behind the tall mountains. quinn decided to doordash a pizza from the closest restaurant, since all the house had was snacks that had been brought and acquired on the road trip.  

you ate the delicious food, talking about anything and everything with the two siblings. laughs echoed throughout the walls of the cabin as you chatted with thrm. 

“me and y/n were going to hop in the hot tub after this, wanna join?” ethan asks his sister, and she looks at him with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“i’m okay, you guys can go ahead.” she responds, trying her hardest to suffocate her giggles. you and ethan give each other a weird look, questioning what she was planning. you shrugged it off before going to change.

the swimsuit you wore complimented you perfectly, hugging all of the right places. not to mention, the blue hues enhanced your already beautiful features. you stepped out of the bathroom, eyes finding ethan who was wearing his trunks, scrolling through instagram on his bed. the sound of the door opening caused him to glance your way, and he grew a a shade of red upon seeing you.

“you look.. good.” he stutters out, trying to hide his nervousness. you thank him before opening the sliding glass door that led to the back patio. he followed behind like a lost puppy. 

the warmth of the water was a great contrast to the cold, crisp air. you talked to him for what felt like hours, opening your heart up to him. 

you subconsciously grew closer to him, now realizing that you were less than a foot away from him. 

“so.. how are things with your boyfriend? mike, right?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the close proximity you shared. 

“oh, we broke up a couple months ago. i think my heart belongs to someone else.” 

ethan quickly apologized for bringing him up, although he didn’t ignore your last sentence.

“what about you? any special someone in your life?” you say.

“nope, no one new. like you, i think my heart is distracted by someone else.” he responds, looking into your eyes. you gravitate even closer to him, eyes still locked with his.

“i’m not reading this wrong, am i?” you ask, praying he really did want to do this. 

“nope.” he replies, before placing his lips on yours. you passionately kiss back, his warm skin glazing across yours. he then pulls apart, looking at you to make sure everything is okay.

you smile at him before grabbing the back of his head, gently pulling him in. your lips fit together perfectly, and he carefully places his hands on your thighs. you gently run your fingers through his hair while you continue to kiss him. the heat from the water mixing with the fresh mountain air created a steamy atmosphere, adding to the fervid sensation. 

unfortunately, your make out session was quickly interrupted by a careless sister. the door slid open, quinn obliviously walking out. 

“y/n, i need your opinion on this dress-“ she said, now looking up from her phone to see two shocked teenagers. quinn freaked out at the sight of her brothers spit coating your lips.

“ew! i mean.. yay? i’m just gonna go back inside..” she states, backing up into the warmth of the cabin. she closes the door, and you and ethan glance at each other, unsure of what to do. a shout coming from the house sent you and the boy into a fit of laughter.

“i knew it!” 

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[caarpenters]

POISON

amber freeman x reader based on this request.

summary: the only one that can have you is amber.

rating: mature so minors DNI. beneath the cut there is unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessive behavior, and jealousy-fueled murder.

word count: 1,188 words

© caarpenters 2023

Wes Hicks vexed Amber Freeman more than she cared to admit. Not because of his borderline concerning level of paranoia. Not because of his deep-seated motherly issues. Not because of his horridly box-dyed blonde hair. Not even because of his deep attachment to her friend, Tara Carpenter. No, her vexation toward Wes could be traced back to one thing and one thing only: you, Y/N L/N. As of late, Wes had grown close to you, too close. He trailed after you like a dog with a bone, happily taking any scrap of attention you threw his way. For a time, his antics had been annoying, nothing more. Eventually, though, you began to inadvertently entertain those antics, to entertain him under the belief that he treated you the same way he did the rest of your friend group. You seemingly did not notice that the only friend he walked to and from class was you. You did not notice how whenever he stole a hug, he lingered just a moment too long, soaking in your warmth and taking in your all too sweet smell through his nostrils. Amber noticed, though. She noticed it all, and it sparked an anger within her that she had not known herself capable of. 

Because you were hers. You had always been hers. Her friend, her steadying force, her person. You were the first person she had met when her family moved to Woodsboro all those years ago. She had been out playing in her yard, messing around with her collection of Chucky dolls, when you had ridden up on your rickety old bike and offered her the brightest smile she had ever seen, a smile that had rivaled the sun in intensity. You had asked to play with her Tiffany doll, the bride of Chucky, and that alone had been enough for her to know in her bones that you two were well-suited. Most children your age had frowned upon the dolls, deeming them creepy, but not you. You adored them, treating them with as much care as Barbie dolls or action figures were treated. 

From that day, you and Amber had been thick as thieves, being one half of the other, which was why she could not tolerate Wes trying to weasel his way between the two of you. How would she handle him? Well, a more sane person would have likely come off with a lie, would have spread gossip meant to sully his name and ruin your perception of him.  You were so good, though, so forgiving, so mere gossip would not be enough. Perhaps that was why when Richie Kirsch proposed a dark, blood-bathed plan to recreate the 1990s Woodsboro killings, she agreed without hesitation or regret. If pushed for her motive, she would without a doubt chalk it up to her love of the Stab franchise. She knew it is not that simple, though, for when Richie proposed his list of victims, she wasted no time in adding Wes to the list. C'mon, Richie. It'll add shock value. He's the son of a legacy character, after all, she had pointed out, even though Judy Hicks could hardly be considered as such. She had, in Amber's opinion, contributed little, the same way that her son had. Richie had thought her important, though, for he had agreed and added him to the list of victims.

That was why now, Amber waited outside of the Hicks residence, donning the typical Ghostface costume. The black material of the robe felt hot against her skin, itchy, but the knife felt right in her hand, its hold so comfortable that it felt as though it was made for her. From the shadows of the porch, she waited, anticipation strumming wildly through her veins. Richie was on the phone now, no doubt, luring Judy back to the house. She could put up a fight, could try her best to preserve her son’s life force, but her efforts would be for naught; her son had sealed his own fate when he had tried to take you, to steal you from Amber. Did he really think that she would sit idly by and let it happen? No, it was not in her nature to do so. To take such a profound loss sitting down was weak, and she was not weak, not when it came to you.

When Judy pulled into the driveway and ran up to the front door, her face a storm of fear, Amber jumped out, emerging from the shadows like a harbinger of death. And oh, what a perfect harbinger she was, for she mercilessly stabbed Judy, delivering upon her one devastating slash after the other. It was a wonder that she had ever become the sheriff of Woodsboro, because she went down easy, so easy. 

Her son went down even easier.

After slaying Judy, Amber left her lying there in a river of her own blood to be found. That was exactly what Wes did, for as if sensing something was amiss, he pulled open the front door of the house and was met by a most horrid sight: the lifeless, cut-up body of the woman who had given him life, who had cared for him when no one else had. Unbidden, a grief-stricken cry tore its way out of his throat as he threw the door closed, trying to prevent the killer from getting in. Little did he know that Amber was already in the house, watching him, waiting. He leant against the doorframe, wheezing from a mixture of pain and fear. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” became a litany, the only words he seemed capable of . . . until Amber came out, her knife poised, aiming for his neck. In an act of pure desperation, his hands flew out, catching hold of the knife before it could make contact with his neck. “Fuck you,” he gasped as they struggled, fighting for control of the knife. He was distressed, willing to do whatever it took to survive, but she – she was incensed, rage incarnate. Months of pent-up vexation and jealousy came out, giving her the strength to win, to gain back control. This saw the knife plunging into his neck, immediately stealing away his breath and drawing out his scarlet blood. “No, fuck you,” she snapped, her tones cold as ice. The voice, it was her own, not that of Ghostface. “Now, die like the pussy you are.”

And he did . . . It was oh so satisfying to Amber.

Wes’ death seemed to hit you hard, to cause great pain to overcome you, which was why Amber stayed loyally by your side, doing everything she could to ensure that you were okay, that her actions did not break you. Little did she know that you took notice whenever she snuck away, believing herself to be discreet. You knew what she had done, but could not bring yourself to care all that much. Wes held no true place in your heart, after all, not the way that she did. And, perhaps, deep down, you knew that his murder, unlike the others, had been personal . . .

i HC amber as a child's play stan. idk why, it just makes sense, so here's a bonus fact: one year, for halloween, y/n and amber wear matching chucky and tiffany costumes. you can decide who wears which.

ALSO i know richie killed wes, but i changed it for the sake of this one-shot.

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Ghostface killers texting with y/n part 2!!

This is for @randymeeksistheloml

Summary: basically leaving off from last chapter. Enjoy! 🤗 part 1: chat

Warnings: Ethan gets in a argument with Billy/cussing

Roman: what did I just come back to?

Y/n: don’t worry about it. It’s just them being weird as usual

Amber: Ethan’s such a L 😭😭

Y/n: imma add him back

Quinn: why? You like my brother or something 🤨

Y/n: what? No I just wanna add him back lol

Quinn: yeah sureeeee

*y/n adds Ethan back in the chat*

Amber: aww you added him back

Y/n: 😐

Ethan: why am I back in here?

Y/n: because I added you back lmao

Ethan: oh thank you y/n ❣️

Quinn: OH?!?! Now do you believe me y/n?? 🤨

Stu: 👀👀👀

Billy: maybe E won’t be a virgin sissy no more

Amber: LMAOOO

Y/n: replying to quinn: wdym?? He literally just said thanks. Y’all really getting on my nerves. Dead ass.

Y/n: replying to billy: bro wtf

Ethan: replying to billy: wtf are you talking about?? Stfu

Billy: little bro don’t start with me

Amber: fight fight fight!!

Quinn: lemme get the popcorn 🍿

Y/n: oh shit…

Ethan: replying to billy: no because your weird for saying that. You need to stfu

Mickey: holy shit what’s going on

Roman: right I just got out the shower and all I hear is my phone dinging

Quinn: @ Richie you need to see this

Richie: see what?

Richie: replying to billy: 😂😂😂

Billy: replying to Ethan: make me bitch boy

Stu: uh oh 😰

Ethan: piss off

Y/n: everyone chill out please.

Billy: No this virgin boy mad he gets no play. He ain’t gonna do shit

Billy: @ Ethan, ain’t this you?

Amber: LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Y/n: oh my fucking gosh…

Amber: BRO GOT CLAPPED 💀

Ethan: @ amber: bitch ain’t this you?

Y/n: 💀

Ethan: and billy bob, ain’t this you?

Quinn: BAHAHAHAH

Amber: replying to ethan: 🖕🏻

Amber: you just mad y/n doesn’t want you

Roman: hey can y’all stfu, imm tryna watch this movie and y’all keep interrupting

Mickey: this shit is so fucking funny

Billy: replying to Ethan: make sure to lock your windows tonight bitch boy

Billy: replying to Quinn: it’s not that damn funny

Quinn: yes it is

*ethan left the chat*

Billy: bitch

Stu: guys, why are we fighting?? 🥺

Billy: Stu shut the hell up

Stu: where’s Charlie??? He barley texts in here. Also billy stop being mean to me 😔

Jill replying to Roman: you can literally turn your phone notifications off dummy

Amber: where the hell you come from?

Roman: don’t start with me Jill. I’m not in the mood

Jill: replying to amber: I’ve just been enjoying reading y’all going back and forth

Quinn: weirdo.

Jill: what bitch?

Charlie: hey y’all…wtf has happened while I was gone?

Roman: a bunch clearly. Where have you been?? I was trying to call you all damn day charlie. It’s your turn to do the dishes

Charlie: chill I was with my friend. You know the one I went on a date with?

Stu: are you gonna tell us who it is yet?? 👀

Charlie: no

Billy: bro just tell us

Y/n: y’all he doesn’t have to if he don’t want to

Stu: why do you care y/n? Sus

Billy: no damn way you just said the word sus

Amber: anyways, where are we heading to next week?

Quinn replying to billy: lmaoo 😭

Y/n: were supposed to be going on a trip to Hawaii

Charlie: yeah

Roman: oh yeah the trip. I’m driving. Also please put Mickey in the damn back of the van.

Mickey: why do I have to be in the back

Roman: because you’re very aggravating sometimes and I can’t have that while I’m driving

Quinn: I’m so excited for the trip. Also who’s buying the snacks for the road???

Billy: make Ethan’s ass do it

Y/n: lol I’m buying snacks for the road

Richie: where am I sitting in the van? Don’t put me by Quinn. I still remember that piece of melted candy I had stuck on me all those years ago from her

Quinn: dramatic

Y/n: how about you guys come over and we can all watch a movie and order pizza? Just stop arguing about every damn thing

Billy: I’m not going around that virgin sissy

Stu: y/n can I got to the store with you when you get the snacks? 🤗

Y/n: ofc!! 😊

I hope you enjoyed this!! I plan on writing headcanons and maybe a whole fic about you and the group all on a road trip to Hawaii. Send in questions, I like them. 🤭

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𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: you’re in a franchise now

warnings: descriptions of violence, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i didn’t really know how to end this but i tried my best. i also added a few references to the older scream movies, so see if you can spot them :)

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002. he’s back (man behind the mask) - alice cooper

‘he’s back, the man behind the mask.’

You stood in shock. Eyes focused on the backdoor of the store, swinging backwards and forwards. Not quite believing ghostface was in there with you, Tara and Sam. 

“It’s happening again.” Tara trembled against your side. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” you repeated, turning to face the younger Carpenter, “you're okay.”

“But-”

“Don't do that. You're okay.” You said softly, rubbing your hands up and down her arms.

You kept your gaze on Tara, watching as she processed what just happened. Pulling her against you, she rested her head on your chest.

You placed your chin on the top of her head, looking over at Sam, a tint of worry and fear glistening in your eyes.

The three of you were quickly ushered into a cop car, each of you sitting in the back with Tara in the middle, trying to get as close to you as she could. 

The journey to the police station was quiet, the dull noise of the radio breaking the silence. You had your head resting against the window, a million thoughts running around in your mind.

You couldn't help it but your mind kept going back to the call you had gotten from ghostface. What did they mean by they wanted to see you suffer? Was it you they wanted to kill? Or was it someone else? 

And most important of all. How did they know your secret?

All whilst those thoughts were at the forefront of your mind, Tara leaned her head on your shoulder. Your fingers gently brushed over her knuckles before tracing the scar on her hand, only stopping when the car came to a halt at the station. 

The three of you were let out of the back of the cop car and led into a room where pictures of the crime scene littered over the table. You sat to Tara’s left whilst Sam sat to her right, each of you tired after the events in the store.

You were just about to start a conversation when Detective Bailey walked in the room. He sat on the chair in front of you three and looked at you intently.

“This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene.” Bailey said, throwing a ghostface mask on the table. “The dna said it belonged to someone called Richie Kirsch.”

Sam snapped her head up at the name, a look of confusion written on her face. 

“Does that ring a bell?” Bailey asked, making you look between Tara and Sam, the both of them shocked at the name drop.

“We’re familiar with him.” Sam replied, her face not showing any emotion.

“The one that attacked us had a different mask on.” Tara said, turning to look at Bailey. “It's kinda more beat up, like it's older.” 

“I gotta ask, do you have alibis from earlier tonight?” Bailey questioned, nodding to what Tara had said.

“I was at a party with my friends.” Tara said, leaning back in her chair.

“And you, y/n?” Bailey asked, looking at you with a smile, one that was far from friendly.

“I was at the party too.” You shrugged, looking straight into his eyes.

“I was at my therapists,” Sam cut in, “I can give you his information. You can call and check if you want. Then I met Tara and y/n at that party. Where I tased someone… Unrelated.”

“Was that before or after this?” Bailey wondered, sounding a little irritated as he moved his gaze off you and onto the older Carpenter showing a video on his phone of Sam pushing the woman from earlier.

“Before.” Sam said.

“The point is, we were with someone the whole night.” You said, becoming very tired of the questioning. 

“So, our roommate's dad just happened to pull our case.” Sam stated, not believing that was entirely true.

“That would be a crazy coincidence right?” Bailey replied.

“Yeah.” 

“The detective who had the case, he offered it to me because it involves Quinn. But I can totally give it back if you're uncomfortable. It’s up to you.”

Sam looked at Tara, the younger girl didn't seem to mind so Sam took her judgement and replied.

“It’s fine.”

“So if the man who attacked you did steal your licence and planted it next to the body. Then it will probably be somebody close to you.” Bailey said, causing Sam to look a little dejected. “How long have you known your friends?”

“Well we moved here with Mindy, Chad and y/n for summer semester like six months ago.” Tara said, looking at you. “So Quinn, Ethan, Anika all since then.” 

“I think I can vouch for Quinn so that's one less we have to worry about.” Bailey said. “Do the three of you have anyone that might wanna target you?”

You let out a huffed laugh as you saw Sam roll her eyes with an exasperated look on her face.

“Not anyone who’s still alive.” Tara said, shaking her head.

“Yikes.” Bailey commented with raised eyebrows.

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, running a hand down your face.

Suddenly the door opened behind Bailey and an officer came in. 

“The fbi is here, they need jurisdiction.” The man said.

“Where are they?” Bailey questioned, shooting up from his seat to follow the police officer.

“Jesus christ.” You muttered, leaning back on your chair, head tilting up to look at the ceiling.

“I’ve never known you to be so quiet.” Tara teased, smacking you on the stomach.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, holding onto your stomach.

“Oh come on, I didn't hit you that hard.” Tara chuckled.

“You did, I think you broke something.” You joked, continuing your dramatics.

“Come on, you two. We’re leaving.” Sam said abruptly, getting up from her chair.

“Wait what?” You said, very confused as Tara dragged you out of your chair by your arm. “Where are we going?”

“I don't know, just follow my sister.” Tara answered, pulling you along beside her.

As you walked side by side with Tara and Sam, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Slowly pulling out your phone, you made sure to check the number this time. 

Stopping in your tracks, you immediately knew who was calling you. Due to your abrupt halt, Sam and Tara were looking at you with confused glances.

“You okay, y/n?” Tara questioned, eyes scanning your face for any signs of emotion however it was completely blank.

“Uh, yeah.” You said, clearing your throat with a small cough. You looked up from your phone and at the younger Carpenter. “I’ve just got to take this call.”

“We’ll wait here for you.” Sam smiled. 

“It’s no problem, you go on, I'll catch up.” 

With reluctant nods, Sam and Tara walked away from you. Your finger hovered over the answer button and just as it was about to go to voicemail you picked it up.

“Hello again, y/n.”

“You know, you are starting to really piss me off.” You answered, kicking the ground by your feet.

“Now, now, that’s not a nice way to greet someone, is it?” They replied, causing you to practically hear their smirk.

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Let me try that again. Hey, ghostface, how’s it going?”

“That’s better.”

“Okay, cut the bullshit. What do you want?” You snapped, moving to lean your back against a nearby wall.

“How about a little trip down memory lane?”

“And what could you possibly know about my past?”

“Everything.”

“Huh, funny.” You scoffed, looking around you, making sure no one could hear your conversation.

“You don't believe me, do you?”

“Why should I?”

“One of your old friends is right around the corner.” They said, ignoring your question.

“One of my old friends?”

“Yes. Now I'm sure you remember the night.”

“What night?”

“Two-thousand and eleven was a wonderful year, wasn't it?” They asked rhetorically, ignoring you once again.

“For some.” You shrugged.

“Not for you though, was it?”

“Depends.”

“Poor nine year old y/n.” 

“Okay, I am sick of your shit. Stop fucking around and tell me what you know.” You said loudly, pushing yourself off the wall and into the middle of the hallway.

“You miss her don’t you? I mean she was your sister after all. Even if she did turn out to be a murderer.”

“Fuck you.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, so vulgar.” They exclaimed.

“Keep my sister’s name out of your mouth.”

“Well, I haven't even said her name yet, have I? What was it again? I can't seem to remember it.” They teased, sending shivers up your spine. “Was it Jamie? No, that doesn't seem right. Jenny, still no. Oh I know.”

“Oh do you now?” You asked sarcastically.

“Jill.” 

All of a sudden everything in your body went cold. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your breath got caught in your throat.

You couldn't think of a reply, your brain replaying that night in your head. 

“Ooh, I know everything about you y/n.”

Before you could think of a response the line went dead and you were left standing in an empty police station hallway, your thoughts running over a million miles an hour.

You let out a shaky breath, placing your phone back in your pocket before making your way to where Sam and Tara walked off to.

As you rounded a corner, you saw Sam and Tara talking with Bailey as well as someone you thought you wouldn't see ever again.

“Kirby?” You muttered, stepping into view.

“Y/n?” She replied, shock evident on her face.

“You guys know each other?” Sam questioned, looking between you two.

“Yeah, we…” Kirby trailed off, still in a little shock. 

“It's a long story.” You said, sending Kirby a smile.

Kirby let out a small chuckle before walking towards you and engulfing you in a hug.

As you caught up with Kirby, a police officer came up to the five of you and handed Bailey some paperwork along with a second ghostface mask. 

“He left this mask at the bodega, dna traces of two individuals; Charlie Walker, Jill Roberts. Both deceased.”

As Jill’s name was mentioned, Kirby felt your body go stiff in her arms. She rubbed a soothing hand along your arm before detaching herself from you.

“Ghostface killers of two-thousand and eleven. Charlie Walker gave me this.” Kirby said as she lifted up her shirt to show a scar of where she had been stabbed in the abdomen. “Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?”

“No.” Tara replied, as she and her sister shook their heads together, you however were still stuck in a trance.

“So he’s leaving them on purpose.” Bailey stated.

“Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before.” Kirby added. “Maybe he believes Sam’s the latest in the long line.”

Once Kirby finished her sentence, she moved her gaze back onto you. Although Sam and Tara didn’t know you were related to Jill, Kirby did. 

If ghostface was going after Sam, then that meant they were also going to come for you.

Oh how you wished what Kirby said was wrong. 

“Yeah, goodluck with that.” Sam said, sarcasm present in her tone. “We’re getting out of town.” 

Sam walked past Bailey and Kirby, Tara following behind. The younger Carpenter grabbed onto your hand and she pulled you along too. 

“I’m sorry but that’s not possible.” Bailey said, causing the three of you to turn back around.

“And why is that?” You questioned, feeling your temper rise and your patience completely dissipate from your body. 

“The three of you are each persons of interest to a double homicide so you’re not allowed to leave town, sorry.”

“Are you serious?” Tara asked, not believing what he said.

“How am I involved?” You wondered.

“He’s right.” Kirby nodded. “But, if we work together-”

“We’re going.” Sam cut her off pulling you and Tara along with her. With one last look at Kirby, you were pulled away from her and towards the exit of the station.

Sam led the three of you out of the police station with purpose and slammed open the doors to the outside. You were met with a hoard of news reporters bombarding you all with questions. 

Sam walked ahead of you and Tara, pushing her way through the reporters while you wrapped a protective arm around Tara’s shoulders, pulling her into you as the two of you stayed close behind Sam.

Each question, name drop and sentence thrown at the three of you were ignored apart from one voice that stuck out. 

“Gale Weathers, Channel Four.”

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.” You muttered, turning around to face the woman.

“Do you three think you’re the reason that the ghostface killer has come to the big apple?” Gale questioned, her gaze focusing on you for a moment longer, softening slightly.

Sam scoffed, pretending to turn around only for her to throw a punch at Gale. The older woman dodged the attempt as everyone gasped at what they just saw.

“Nice try sweety but I've done this dance before.” Gale said smugly but her last word was cut off as another hand came swinging towards her face. This time she didn’t have time to dodge and a right hook was sent to her cheek.

You looked at Tara in pure shock, a smile taking over your features. 

“Stay away from us.” Tara threatened as she walked away, you and Sam following her with proud glances.

“Are you really still mad at me?” Gale questioned, following after the three of you.

“You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened.” Sam said, turning to face the woman with anger. “And then you wrote a book about what happened!”

“Oh come on.” Gale sighed. “Somebody was gonna write about it. It’s what I do.”

“I heard you couldn't sell the movie rights.” Tara cut in, a deadly look on her face.

“It's all about true crime limited series these days.” Gale responded with an eye roll.

“After everything we went through together.” Sam shook her head. “What would Dewey think?” 

“That's a low blow.” Gale said, and you let out a small whistle of agreement.

“Your book was a low blow.” Sam rebutted. “You called me unstable and a born killer.”

“That’s taken out of context.”

“That's literally a quote.” You pointed out, sending a smile to Gale which turned out more like a grimace.

“You don't think what you wrote has something to do with what's happening to us?” Tara exclaimed.

“Come on.” You said, pulling both Carpenters to a parked up taxi.

“I talked to Sidney.” Gale said, causing the three of you to stop in your tracks once again.

You sighed to yourself, looking up at the sky, wondering what else this woman could possibly say.

“She’s not coming here is she?” Tara asked, worry laced in her tone.

“No.” Gale shook her head. “She sends her love but she’s taking the kids and Mark someplace safe. She deserves to have her happy ending.”

“And that much we agree.” Sam said before opening the back door to the taxi and getting in. 

You held the door open for Tara waiting for her to get in but Gale spoke up again.

“Hey I want to catch this fucker as much as you do.” Gale said, raising her voice a little.

“Maybe.” Tara shrugged. “Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away.”

Tara gave the woman one last look before getting into the taxi.

“Did you get all that on film?” You smirked, pointing to the multiple cameras behind Gale. 

Gale looked at you with an irritated glint to her eye causing you to chuckle. Just as you were about to get in the taxi, Gale called out your name.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” She pleaded. 

You let out a small sigh, looking back at Tara. She gave you a small nod and you promised to only be a few minutes.

“What’s going on, Gale?” You questioned, a hand rubbing your forehead.

“H-how are you feeling?” Gale wondered.

“How am I feeling?” You repeated, sarcasm laced in your voice. “Since when did you care?”

“Sidney has been asking about you.”

“Then why couldn’t she just contact me?” You scoffed.

“She's trying to keep a low profile and-”

“And texting me will blow her cover? Bullshit, she’s my cousin.”

“Look, y/n. you’ve been through this twice-”

“So what? I was nine the first time! Nine!” You said, raising your voice. “That doesn’t mean I'm used to it by now!”

“I know I just-”

“My own sister stabbed me! That will do something to a person. Especially a child.”

“I want to be there for you, y/n.” Gale said softly.

“Look, Gale.” You started, a long sigh spilled from your lips. “I don’t think I can go through this again.”

“I know, this is my sixth time and it feels like the first.”

“I’m scared, Gale. I’m so scared.” You whispered, your bottom lip quivering.

“I’d think you were a psycho if you weren’t.” Gale said, letting out a wet chuckle as tears fell from her own eyes.

“They know.” You said, wiping your eyes. “They know about Jill.”

“Maybe it’s time to tell your friends. Before Ghostface does.”

“Maybe, I’ll think about it. Just not yet.”

“Okay.”

“I uh- I have to go.” You mumbled, looking back at Tara and Sam in the taxi, the younger girl giving you a worried glance as she spotted the tear marks on your face.

“Yeah, okay. You have my number so call me. I’ll always pick up.”

“Will do.” You smiled, moving your hand to squeeze hers before backing away and into the taxi.

You closed the car door with one last look at Gale, the taxi driver drove off.

“Nice punch by the way.” You teased Tara, using your elbow to nudge her side.

“Shut up.” Tara mumbled, locking her arm with yours as she rested her head against your shoulder, her fingers intertwined with yours.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, looking down at the smaller girl leaning against your side.

“We’re going to the park to meet up with everyone.” Tara replied.

“No doubt it will entail one of Mindy’s rants.” You said, causing Tara and Sam to chuckle.

“Probably.”

“Actually, I'll put a bet on that. Five dollars Mindy brings up us being in a sequel or something.”

“No chance, I'd like to keep my money.” Tara said, patting a hand on your thigh.

“You're no fun.” You sighed.

The rest of the ride to the park was filled with jokes and laughter, despite what had happened the night before. Before you knew it, the taxi driver had stopped and the three of you were getting out.

It didn't take long for you to find your friends and after you greeted everybody, you sat down beside Tara, in between her and Ethan. The only person who wasn’t sitting down was Mindy, who stood in front of you all.

“Okay nerds, listen up.” Mindy said, clapping her hands above her head to gain everyone's attention. “As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time… it's fine, okay.”

“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath earning an elbow to the ribs from tara.

“The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.” Mindy continued.

“Called it.” You whispered in Tara's ear, the girl trying to keep the corners of her mouth from turning into a smile.

“Um- what's a requel?” Anika questioned, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked up at her girlfriend.

“You're beautiful sweetie.” Mindy said, pointing to the girl with her hands. “Let’s hold questions till the end.”

“Stab took place in Woodsboro, Stab Two took place in college.” Sam spoke up.

“So do you think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara asked, looking up at Mindy.

“That is one possibility.” Mindy nodded. “Heroes now in college, check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or the body count. Check, check and check.”

“I don't like this.” Ethan said, shaking his head before looking away.

“But it can't just be about Stab Two.” Mindy said, ignoring Ethan as she continued to explain her point.

“Why not?” Tara wondered, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked up to Mindy once again.

“It makes sense if this were just a sequel.” Mindy explained. “But we're not in a sequel because nobody just makes sequels anymore. We’re in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.”

“I had a feeling.” Sam sighed, looking to the ground.

“Is this making sense to you?” You questioned, leaning towards Ethan who shook his head. “Okay at least it's not just me.”

“Rule one!” Mindy said loudly as she started to pace around. “Everything is bigger than last time! Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count, longer chases, shootouts, beheadings. You gotta top what happened before to keep people coming back.” 

“Beheadings?” Chad asked, looking up from his notebook and at his sister.

“Beheadings.” Mindy confirmed, nodding her head. “Rule two, whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations, if the killers last time were whiny, snowflake, film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.”

“Has she breathed yet?” You mumbled to the two next to you, Ethan letting out a quiet snort of laughter whilst Tara shook her head with a small smile gracing her lips.

“And rule three, no one is safe.” Mindy said, calming down a little. “Legacy characters are cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bit for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby, oh and that isn’t even the worst part!”

“This is the part where she tells us the worst part.” Chad said, looking up from his notebook only for a second.

"The worst part is, franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an ip. Which means, main characters are completely expendable now too, Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, I mean even Luke Skywalker, all die so that their franchises can live on." Mindy ranted. "That means it's just not the friend group, any of us can go at any time. Especially Sam and Tara.”

“Well that’s just brilliant then, isn’t it.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, glancing over to Tara who was already looking at you.

"W-wait, any of us?" Ethan asked as he looked up at Mindy who nodded. "Does- am I in the friend group?"

"Yeah".

"Am I like one of the targets of-”

“Mhm.”

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

You almost choked on your own spit, leaning forward as Tara patted your back, looking at the boy with a laugh.

Mindy looked away for a moment, a grimace on her face. "That was...a weird overshare. But it brings us to our current suspects, Ethan, the shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky.”

Ethan shook his head as Mindy took a step up to him. "Okay, wait, why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?"

"Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could've fixed it to get in next to us.” Mindy stated and Ethan just rolled his eyes before slumping back while Mindy turned to look at Quinn.

"Quinn, the slutty roommate, a horror movie classic.”

"Sex positive, but thank you?" Quinn said, tilting her head.

Mindy just hummed before turning back to look at Tara and Sam. "How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?"

"I answered their ad online?"

"Okay! Say no more! You've already implicated yourself enough!" Mindy yelled. 

"It was an anonymous ad, Mindy. And you know we vetted her plus her dad's a cop-" Tara said, looking at Mindy as she defended her roommate.

"And that makes it more likely that she's the killer because having a cop dad is a great cover, do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?"

"Is she always like this?" Quinn asked, leaning forward as she spoke to Sam, the older Carpenter shrugging as her response.

"Anika.” Mindy smiled, walking over to her girlfriend who blew her a kiss, Mindy doing the same to her before looking at her more seriously. "Never trust the love interest.” 

“Okay, so...we have our rules. And we have our suspects.” Sam said, wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Wait, wait.” Ethan interrupted, looking up at Mindy. "What about you guys?"

"I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro.” Mindy said, crossing her arms as she looked at the boy. 

"Agreed.” Chad smiled, pointing his pencil at Mindy. 

"Um, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?" Quinn remarked, shaking her head. 

Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, or the thing you got from the killings made you thirsty for more? I mean, to be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are-"

"Don't you fucking dare!" Tara snapped at the boy.

“Let’s not go there, buddy.” You said, patting him on the shoulder, a little too harshly making Ethan let out a small wince at the action.

"Okay.” Anika nodded, sitting up straighter. "She's right, though. I mean, face facts, if we're all suspects, you're all suspects.”

Mindy just crossed her arms as she thought about those words for a moment not knowing how to reply.

“Okay, I'm leaving now.” You said, slapping your hands to your knees before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Tara questioned, looking up at you.

“Probably to kill someone.” Ethan muttered under his breath.

“Funny.” You replied sarcastically, staring the boy down. “I was going to get some food for later.”

“I’ll come with you.” Tara said, standing up quickly.

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled. “Anyone else want to come?” 

“Might as well.” Mindy shrugged.

“Anika, do you want to come?” You asked, looking at the girl still sitting down.

“No, it’s all good, I'll meet you later.” She replied with a smile.

“Anyone else?” You asked once more but everyone shook their heads and you gave them a nod of acknowledgement. “Guess it’s just us three.”

“Cool, we’ll see you in a bit.” Mindy said, giving her girlfriend a kiss before walking off with you and Tara.

“Be careful.” The three of you heard Sam’s voice come from behind you and you saw how Tara rolled her eyes at her sister.

“She’s just looking out for you because she loves you, y’know.” You chuckled, nudging Tara with your elbow.

“Clearly Chad doesn't care about me.” Mindy said, seeing as Chad didn’t say anything to her before she left.

“Alright, enough about siblings, last one to the store is a rotten egg.” You said quickly before you ran off ahead of your two friends.

“Child. They are a literal child.” Tara mumbled, shaking her head.

“You’re still going to run though, aren’t you.” Mindy said, speeding up a little.

“Of course.” Tara chuckled.

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Yandere Richie Kirsch headcanoes- STAB Obsession

Richie Kirsch yandere headcanoes by Creepyyanderegirl

*Richie is dominant

*Richie is an insane,possessive and obsessive yandere

*Richies love language is quality time

*Richie is 100% a yandere

*Richie uses beautiful,darling and love as his pet names

*Richie is always touching you 24/7

*He really is not at all comforting

*No kids

*Richie waits 2 years before proposing

*You make the meals together

*Richie is straight

*CRAZY SMALL LIFE

*Richie likes the idea of a movie night as his dream date specially STAB

*Richie uses spanking as his punishment

*Riches favorite spot to kiss you is your thighs

*Richie is a very brutal and ruthless killer

Richie Kirsch-" You are mine forever darling."