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Paring(s): JJ maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Request- John b's little sister grew up with JJ. Both boys are protective of her but when John B and Sarah leave on the boat, she only has JJ. She realizes she has feelings for him, not knowing he feels the same.

Authors note: I decided I could give you guys a sprinkle of fluff and slight smut after the last two pieces! This takes place at the beginning of season 2 where they believe Sarah and John b are dead.

Also, someone complained about the length of my pieces. I know they’re long but it’s just my writing style. I like for the readers to feel what the main character is feeling. If the length bothers you, then don’t read it!

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Angry.

That’s how I felt.

At myself. At my dad. At John B.

When we first lost our dad, it didn’t feel real. I waited outside on the steps of the chateu hoping to see him come back on his boat. Suddenly, hours turned to days which turned into months and the hope that filled my chest shrank bit by bit until I no longer sat outside.

Instead, John B and I did what we could. After successfully evading CPS, we decided it was best to lay low. That was the thing about us, we always managed to make the best out of a shitty situation because let’s face it, being born on the cut was shitty situation after shitty situation.

Unfortunately, it felt like the stress had finally caught up to me. Being surrounded by unfamiliar people caused a bitter sense of panic to fill my very core. My anxiety had amplified tenfold as the once out going girl became completely sheltered.

It was safer that way. At least, if I isolated myself, losing someone else won’t hurt as bad as this. Because as long as I had my brother, everything else was manageable.

Losing my dad was tough, almost impossible but at least I had John B.

Until, I didn’t.

It didn’t hit me until I saw the boat capsize with my brother and Sarah in it. I was truly an orphan, in every sense of the word.

My knees had given out as every emotion crashed into my body like a violent tsunami. A silent scream leaving my body as I could no longer hold myself up.

Familiar arms caught me just as I was about to hit the floor, the rain pounded into my skin like thousands of needles. As I drew in a sharp breath, my voice impossible to find, a delicate smell of sex wax and salt filled my nose.

JJ.

“Please breathe. I need you to take a b-breath,” He pleaded, his voice shook in obvious grief. He had just lost his brother too.

I couldn’t seem to do what he was asking. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for this nightmare to end, but thought after thought slammed into my head repeatedly. My chest squeezed tightly, so tight that I began to claw at it, desperate to relieve the tension.

Yet, nothing seemed to work. I could see him now, his image blurred due to the tears falling from my eyes. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear anything.

My fingers slowly started to cramp due to the lack of oxygen from my inability to calm down. The tidal wave known as anxiety pulled me deep, my vision slowly becoming black before my unconscious body falls limp in the arms of my brother’s best friend.

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I hated this sign.

My eyes glared at the makeshift headstone my friends made for Sarah and John B that was carved into the tree.

It served as another reminder that my brother left me.

I’ve become close friends with anger and sadness.

Our friends tried to give me a sense of stability and normalcy, one that I’ve been lacking since the moment our dad died. Kie always stopped by bringing left overs from her parent’s restaurant. Pope would help me with my homework and go over scholarship options. I knew he was trying to help me plan for the future, but we both knew he was the only one that could really get out. I welcomed the distraction and tried to enjoy the small bubble I’ve created for myself.

And then, there was JJ.

JJ was special.

He all but moved in to the chateau, never leaving me alone in my thoughts for too long. He took up a serving job at some kook club to feed us and always brought me with him. I would sit in a small corner throughout, his shifts and enjoy his company.

In a way, I think it was for him just as much as it was for me. We had both bonded over the loss of my brother and it caused an invisible string to tether us together in a way that almost felt intimate.

I blew out a breath.

Standing up, I wiped off the dirt from my thighs and flexed my hands. JJ was on his way to pick me up and take me to the annual bonfire here on the island.

When he asked me, my first reaction was an immediate no. I had avoided going near large groups of people since they believed my brother to be a murder, therefore, making me guilty by association. Just the thought of surrounding myself around those people made my skin itch.

But I also knew that we were both desperate to feel the closest thing to normal that we could find.

What he didn’t know was that feeling of normalcy could only be achieved when he was with me. Breathing was easier when he was with me, living was easier.

The familiar sound of a bike engine caused my stomach to flutter with nerves.

“You ready?”

Inhaling deeply, I turned around to see JJ leaning against his bike looking every bit as handsome as the first time I laid eyes on him. He was grinning, something he reserved just for me, with a toothpick on one side.

If he was here, then I’d be able to do anything.

“I go where you go.”

JJ’s blue eyes shined at my words. He shot me his infamous smirk that nearly caused the butterflies in my stomach to erupt.

“You got that right. Get on the bike, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

My brain was my biggest enemy. It had a tendency to disrupt whatever sense of peace I had and destroy it with every self sabotaging thought I’ve ever had.

In this case, my brain wanted to know just how many girls sat there before me.

Noticing my hesitation, JJ raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “What’s up?”

“I just don’t want to get cooties from all the girls you let on this thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “Get your ass on the bike.”

My feet moved towards the bike as I mumbled under my breath. Stopping in front of him, JJ brushes some loose strands of my hair out of my face before grabbing the helmet that was on the seat.

I reached for it but JJ shoved my hands away, shooting me a flat look. Huffing, I stood there as JJ placed the helmet on my head, tightening the strap under my chin.

“Why do I have to wear a helmet and you don’t?”

“Because you matter.” His response was immediate.

Speechless, I said nothing more as he continued with the unnecessary pampering before he finally let me on the bike. Revving the engine, JJ kicks up the stand before reaching behind and grabbing my arm, settling it around his waist. He tapped my thigh twice to signal we were going and we took off.

I clung to his body, watching as the greenery blurred into one large mass, my thoughts doing the same.

You matter.

You matter.

You matter.

But what did that mean? What did it mean to him? What did I mean to him?

Because, I knew exactly what he meant to me.

There were small moments we shared. Our eye contact would stay on each other for a beat too long or his hands would linger just a minute longer than normal.

I knew, at least for me, our friendship had reached a very blurred line. My feelings for him seemed to consume me but I couldn’t tell how he felt. No one ever could, JJ didn’t let them.

He would say things like this that would completely throw me out of the loop. So we settled into a routine, one that resembled a relationship yet we weren’t in one.

The familiar cackle of the fire and shouts of excitement signaled that we were close to the party. Unease leaked into my bloodstream as I flexed my fingers into JJ’s shirt, the nerves sky rocketing.

JJ parked next to some truck but my focus was broken. My eyes jumped all over, taking in the scene all while trying to remind myself to breathe. People were shot gunning while others were playing beer pong, kooks and pouges alike.

Everyone was laughing and smiling, but it all seemed foreign to me. This was what I used to do, when things weren’t as complicated and dark as they were now. It felt almost wrong to go dancing and drinking when my life was in shambles.

A small touch to my wrist pulled me out of my thoughts as I turned to face JJ. A look of concern painted his face as he pressed his fingers against my wrist, checking my pulse.

“JJ, I’m fine.” I said exasperated but secretly, I adored how he took care of me. It made me feel like to him, I was different than all the other girls.

I just couldn’t decipher if he took care of me out of obligation to John B or because he actually cared for me.

He picked up this habit after I passed out in his arms. JJ always brushed his fingers against the inside of my wrist, just to double check that I wasn’t going to pass out again.

My anxiety was yet another monster I had to tackle after I lost John B and JJ was the only one that could calm me down. He weighed me down like an anchor.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his fingers lifting my chin causing my eyes to meet his.

His gaze ran over every inch of my face before a small satisfied smile played his lips.

“Do you believe me now?”

JJ shot me a wink, before cupping my face gently. “I’ll be back with tequila, don’t move.”

A small laugh left my mouth. “JJ, I don’t hang out with anyone else.”

“I’m all you can handle anyways, baby.”

My stomach dipped at the term of endearment. Laughing it off, I shooed him away and within seconds people were calling out his name, tugging him into their groups.

He seemed relax—happy even—to be surrounded by familiar people that I’m sure made him feel normal. I wanted him to have that, god, did I want him to have that.

So I ignored the nausea that nipped at my throat and spent the next five minutes looking around, hoping to spot Pope or Kie with no luck.

JJ deserved some time that didn’t involve watching me.

Only, I didn’t expect him to disappear for the rest of the night.

Hours later, I pushed passed the sweaty, overheated bodies as the bass of the music trembled through the air rattling my chest. The mass of bodies caused a layer of sweat to cover my body the further I went into the crowd. Intense rap music was being blasted instantly getting a reaction by the drug induced people around me.

Just by a simple sweep of the overcrowded property, I gave it a solid half hour before the cops showed up.

A large figure stumbled into me, beer sloshing onto my top. I gasped, stepping back slightly wincing at the cold liquid dripping down my stomach.

"Sorry," He slurred before stumbling back into the mosh pit of raging teens.

A familiar laugh rang out and almost immediately my body reacted to it. It was odd. After years of hearing his voice and his laugh, you would think I'd have gotten used to it by now, but no.

The effect he had on my body left me stunned.

My eyes were drawn to him instantly. I blocked everything else out.

His head was tilted back as he belted out another laugh. JJ was leaning against a wall with a hand holding a beer bottle loosely and the other moving as he spoke animatedly to the group that surrounded him.

His sun touched skin complimented his bright blue orbs that shined with a child-like wonder. JJ’s golden colored locks were thick and fell into a messy heap on his head, loose strands brushing against his forehead.

The black cut muscle tee he wore displayed every muscle as he continued to move his arms to accompany his storytelling.

JJ Maybank was a sight for sore eyes.

He was still talking rapidly when he glanced up and locked eyes with mine. JJ’s ocean eyes shined as he shot me a megawatt smile nearly sending me to my knees. He stopped mid-conversation and motioned for me to come over, his eyes once again gleaming with a unspoken level of affection.

I remained frozen. Sometimes this happened. I got overwhelmed by just how much I needed him.

JJ managed to knock me off my feet a solid five times a day. Each time welcomed even more than the last.

He bit his lip, stopping a smile as he bid his friends goodbye and began walking over to where I stood, running a hand through his hair messily.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say when a manicured hand rested itself on his stomach, stopping him in his tracks.

“Haven’t see you in awhile. Where ya been?”

Stacey Williams had this thing about her.

What it was, I couldn’t say, but it was enough for JJ to keep going back for more. She was the only other girl in his life that he gave a fraction of his attention to.

That fact alone made me nervous.

Just walk away, JJ. Please just walk away.

Instead, he took a seat next to her and shot her smile that was reserved for me.

People stumble between us, blocking my view but I could still hear them conversing.

“You know me, Steis. I’m here, I’m there. Just doin’ me.”

She let out a giggle causing me to roll my eyes. He’s really not that funny.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. I figured, tonight you could come over and we could talk.”

My stomach tied itself in knots at the silence on his end. It was almost like he was contemplating going.

“I -I can’t tonight. I came with John b’s sister.”

I winced. That’s all I was to him?

I could see Stacey lean forward and slip her hand along the open slit of his muscle tee. “She follows you around like a lost puppy, JJ. It’s almost sad if it wasn’t so weird.”

I saw him shake his head. “It’s not like that, we’re both just dealing with everything the best way we can.”

Stacey rolled her eyes before she took a sip of her drink, “JJ, your hot but please tell me you’re not that blind. The girl is basically in love with you.”

Judging by the way JJ froze, I now knew that I misjudged every interaction we’ve had to this point. He didn’t even notice how I felt.

“What-I mean-no. She’s just a girl that needs help. I mean, come on. She’s just John B’s sister.”

The only thing more humiliating than finding out the person you want doesn’t want you, is finding out they were only there for you because of an obligation.

I wasn’t special to him. I was just John B’s little sister.

I think another part of me died right there, because yet again, I have lost another person I loved.

But this time, he wasn’t gone, no—he was right in front of me, but he might as well have been a million miles away or six feet under.

Eavesdropping is the quickest way to a broken heart. Words not meant for your ears strike your heart in a brutal assault until nothing remained.

Finally, the crowd that separated us moved and I stood there stupidly staring at him.

Feeling the weight of my gaze, JJ turned his head and his eyes widened before settling into a look of guilt.

I tore my gaze off of him and looked at her. The smug smile she wore told me she intended for me to hear what he had said.

My face heated, and I glanced down at the drink in my hand. How could I be so fucking stupid?

Ignoring the sickening twists in my stomach, I tossed back the strong liquor in my cup. The burning trail the tequila left is the feeling I decided to focus on.

Spinning around, my eyes searched for another cooler, desperate to keep the burning feeling going.

“Shit-Wait,” I could hear JJ shouting for me but I kept moving.

Finding a handle of tequila, I flicked the top off and took a pull. The bitter burn fell over my body with a fuzzy warmth.

JJ knocks the bottle out of my hand.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Since when do you drink like that?” He asked.

“Go away, JJ. I don’t need you to babysit me anymore.”

“Listen, if this is about what I said-“

“You’re free, JJ,” my voice trembled with pain,” You don’t need to waste any more of your time on me.”

I grabbed a red solo cup, sniffing the contents, and just as I was about to chug it back, his hand slaps it out of my own.

“Will you stop fucking drinking that-“ JJ’s baby blues narrowed as he growled at me.

“What are you, my dad? You’re taking this baby sitting gig a little too seriously.”

It was, then I noticed how many eyes were on us. The music was still blasting, but no one was dancing.

My breathing picked up at the sudden attention. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand to distract my body from the ever growing panic that plagued my body.

JJ’s eye clock in on my nervous tic causing his glare to soften. A figure approaching pulled my focus off of him.

Topper strides over with a drink in his hand and a lazy smile. “Hey man-“

“Top, your wearing sandals bro. Step off.”

“I’m just saying man, she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

JJ’s eyes darkened as a threatening smile slowly graced his lips. “Wanna run that by me again?”

“I forgot that you pouges are missing a couple brain cells,” Topper lolled his head to the side and shot me a wink, “Since you’re clearly a bit slow, I’ll spell it out for you. She. Doesn’t. Want. To. Talk. To. You.”

“I dont remember you being this cocky with a gun to your head.” The words were spoken softly but the threat was clear.

A storm brewed in JJ’s eyes as the bright blue was replaced by something much darker.

My heart jumped at his tone and the look in his eyes made me swallow hard. Disgust filled me as heat began to build between my legs forcing me to press my thighs together.

Hands up on surrender, Topper shot me a look before heading back to his friends. JJ’s eyes stayed on him for a beat ensuring that he wouldn’t come back.

When he was satisfied, JJ moved towards me in quick strides making me yelp in surprise.

His ring covered hand grasped my upper arm and tugged me back to his bike. I shrugged out of his hold and crossed my arms across my chest, hoping it’ll keep a safe distance between the two of us.

I couldn’t think clearly when he was close.

“Listen-“

“No thanks.”

“If you would just-“

“Go away.”

“Can you please stop acting-“

“Why don’t you go back to Stacy? I’m sure she’d find this conversation enlightening.” I spat, shoving his reaching hands away.

“I dont want to talk to Sta-“

“Are you sure? You seemed to have a lot to say be-“

“Jesus Christ, would you just shut up?” JJ shouted with his hands in his hair.

My mouth opened and closed in shock.

“You’re the most frustrating person on this fucking island.” He growled, shaking his head in false amusement.

“Then why are you still talking to me?”

“Because it’s you.”

Throwing my hands up in defeat, I let out a bleak laugh. “What does that even mean? Stop pretending you care. Stop pretending to be my-“

“I wasn’t pretending.” He shook his head, the blue orbs pleading for me to understand,”Stacey was just saying shit to get a reaction-“

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He stopped talking and stared at me, almost confused.

My body trembled slightly with nerves as I prepared to finally expose every bit of my heart to the blue eyed boy in front of me.

“What she said—about how I feel about you. She was right. Anybody with two fucking eyes can see how I feel about you, except for you.”

I furiously wiped my eyes stop the tears from falling. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

“But now I know you only see me as John B’s little sister. It’s just humiliating that you chose to say that to Stacey instead of me.”

I was going to throw up. My stomach churned and swayed but I swallowed down the urge.

JJ let out a harsh sound, “I feel fucking guilty, okay? I feel guilty that I don’t see you the way I should. John B was my best friend and now I’m falling for his sister? It’s eating at me.”

“Then leave-“

“Shut up,” He snapped. “You’ve already got to say what you wanted. It’s my turn.”

My throat tightened as I braced myself for his confession.

“I look at you and I have to stop myself from kissing you even though it’s all I can think about.”

His eye contact seared into my very soul. I could feel it pierce my pounding heart.

“So you aren’t the only one that feels something.”

My heart was in my throat as I processed his words.

“But you said-“

“I lied.” He cut me off with a shrug and advanced towards me, clearly fed up with the distance I placed between us.

In a last ditched effort, I put up my hands to stop him in his tracks. I needed to think. I needed to breathe.

“Don’t touch me.” The plea itself was weak at best.

At the sound of my sob, JJ ignores my demand, and shoves my hands away, despite my weak attempt to keep him out of my space.

Instantly, his fingers curl themselves along my wrist and take note of my pulse. He let out a distressed sound from what I can only assume is the pounding of my pulse and whispers soothing words.

Taking in gulps of air, he slowly counts me down to a manageable pace of breathing. My shaking slowly begins to subside and my very focus is just on him.

Resting his forehead on mine, JJ whispers pleadingly, “Please stop crying.”

Another kiss lands on my nose. “I’m sorry.”

His request along with his sweet pleadings, causes my defenses to crumble down. Another sob tears from my chest as I relax into his embrace.

“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, brushing my tears away with his thumb.

“Then why did you say it?” My words were soft, barely a whisper.

“Because she’s not important enough to know how I feel.”

Our eyes were glued to each other, a deep unknown longing singeing us together.

“You said I was just some girl.”

JJ tilted my head up, his fingers trailing softly along my bottom lip, “I meant my girl.”

“I have a lot of baggage,” I gave him one more shot at leaving.

“Good thing I have a truck.”

“But she-“

He shook his head, leaning down so there’s just a sliver of space between our lips, so close that we were inhaling each others breaths.

“You’re the only one I want.”

JJ bent down, his arms circling themselves directly below my ass, and picked me up causing me to shout out in surprise.

My hands curled onto each of his arms, my stomach fluttering at the flex of his muscles. He set me on the seat of the bike, his large calloused hands gripped my upper thighs tightly sending a wave of heat right to my core.

JJ’s half lidded eyes dart between my gaze and my lips. “Tell me to stop.”

The words never crossed my lips.

He let out a sound of satisfaction, tugging my legs open to stand in between them.

His ring covered fingers danced along the strands of my hair before nesting themselves at the root, gripping the nape tightly, "You’re mine.”

Heat instantly swarmed my belly as I drastically tried to collect my thoughts. My lips trembled as he hovered over me, his figure towering over my small frame.

JJ swiped his tongue along my parted lips before biting gently. Instantly, my body jolted forward and we were chest to chest, perfectly aligned.

My grip on his biceps tightened as I tremble with anticipation.

Finally, he pressed his lips to mine, slowly guiding our kiss. Gripping my hair tighter, he tilts my head sliding his tongue inside.

A small whimper escaped my lips causing a groan to erupt from him. Almost lazily, he pulled back slightly and pulled my bottom lip into his, sucking softly.

White hot lust seared itself into my blood. I let out a whine and pushed myself up, pressing my lips to his, desperate for another taste of JJ.

My blood was pounding in my ears as I tugged him closer. Almost lazily, I teased his mouth open and slid my tongue inside. Humming with desire, I gently sucked on his tongue causing him to flex his grip on my thighs.

JJ pulled back giving me the opportunity to catch my breath. His fingertips left a heated trail along my face as he caressed every inch.

He shook his head, laughing to himself softly,” It’s you. It’s always been you.”

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I love sassy JJ. Sorry for the delayed upload, I got into a car accident and am just now starting to get better:)

Please let me know what you think!! Next piece will be yummy smut with Rafe

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Just one more? Please?

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x gn!reader

SUMMARY: You need to leave your boyfriends dorm to study but he doesn’t want you to go! :(

WARNINGS: nothing but fluff! enjoy <3

You were hanging out with your boyfriend in his dorm. You had been trying to leave for about 10 minutes but he didn’t want you to go. “Ethan, I love you I reaally do but I have to go” you said while trying to walk away for the 15th time. You had a really hard test to study for and you needed a good grade on it. As much as you would rather be with him, you couldn’t fail this it was important. “I can help you study!” he said while grabbing on your waist. He was sitting on the edge of the bed while you were standing up facing him.

“You know we wouldn’t get anything done.” You don’t think he heard you as he was too busy lifting your shirt a little bit to pepper kisses to your stomach. You softly grabbed his hair and lifted his head to look at you. “What, why’d you do that?” he said with his puppy dog eyes looking at you with a confused expression. “You’re proving my point, eth” you said smiling. “I just wanna spend time with you, we haven’t gotten to hang out lately.” It was true, he had been really busy with school and so were you with trying to balance out your school work and a job.

“I know and I promise I will make it up to you” you told him while kissing the top of his head. As you turned to leave again, barely even walking away he stood back up. He picked you up by your waist and plopped you on the bed, while he laid next to you. Well, really it was almost on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head in the crook of your neck. “Ethan this is actually the exact opposite of what I was trying to tell you.”

You tried sounding a little stern but couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. He saw your smile and his own formed across his face. “You love it, don’t pretend.” You scoffed “Yes, but that’s not the point! I need to pass this exam.” Maybe if you told him again, he’d be reasonable. “And you will! You’re smart enough so just lay here with me, please?” And that’s when a absolutely brilliant plan graced your mind. “Okay, fine.” He perked up at this, “Really?!” he said with a little smile on his face. “Really” you said while nodding.

So you did, you laid there for a while. It was comfortable you will admit, and honestly the more you laid there the more you didn’t want to leave. But you decided to give your bright idea a shot anyways. Your hands that were originally playing with his hair now crept along his sides. “What are you doi-“ you cut him off by tickling him. “Nonono stop stop- Y/N!” His laughter echoing across the empty dorm. God he was so pretty you couldn’t help but adore him. You stopped and that’s when you made a run for it.

“OH YOU LITTLE-“ he said while you were laughing running out of the room, heading straight for the front door. He ended up catching up to you since he was faster and pinning you to the door. “Hi.” You said with a smile and faux innocence. “Hi, you fucking gremlin” he said before kissing you. You smiled into the kiss. Maybe you didn’t have to study? No, you definitely did but he was just so addicting. So you stayed, just for a little! Small kisses ending up with longer ones, they were still soft and slow but passionate and loving. Your hands returning back to their place in his hair while his were on your waist.

“I love you” you murmured against his lips. He smiled widely “I love you too.” “I really do have to go though” you told him while breaking the kiss. He pouted at this, granted you weren’t happy with it either, you wish you could stay with him forever. “Just one more kiss? Please?” He almost whispered it. “One.” you said, with both of you grinning like idiots you both leaned in and kissed. It was filled with nothing but love. After he broke the kiss he put his forehead to yours. “Text me later?” he asked with a soft tone. “Of course” you smiled while grabbing his hand. You put it up to yours and intertwined them.

After sharing a small moment he pulled apart from you and you left. After saying goodbye he shut the door and put his back to it. A bright smile adorning his face while he played back the moments that just occurred. He was so in love with you.

AAA SORRY THIS IS SHORT AND SWEET!! I do hope you liked it though!! I’m currently working on two chad requests so hopefully I can knock those out tonight and tmr, love u all! :)

[happ1est]

Staying over at chads and Ethan’s dorm

Fem!reader

could be read as male or gn ur choice!

No spoilers!!

Sitting on the couch in Ethan and Chads dorm with Ethan laying on your chest just scrolling through TikTok’s is basically what your life consists of. Chads in the kitchen getting water because Tara blew him off for a self-care night with Sam, love that! So now your basically on lockdown from doing anything with your boyfriend staring intently at your phone when a random airdrop comes in accepting it you read the name "CHAD QUIT AIR DROPPING ME SHIT" you could hear his stupid water spill and a laugh following right after "Jesus Christ" Ethan whispers making you giggle. After a few minutes Chad comes waddling back into the living room with an obvious freshly filled cup of water taking a sip you looked up "did you know the water your drinking could be older than the solar system" choking on his water for a minute, he quickly composed himself: "Why do you have to spit out the stupidest facts, dude?" You laughed back at his remark and looked back at your phone just to have water poured on your head

“Hah, very funny, Chad."

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MONSTER UNDER OUR BED

Summary: after the serial killings of Woodsboro in 2022, your mental state continues to deteriorate to a hellish place that you can no longer be pulled from. Instead of running from the monsters from your nightmares, you become one to keep the evil at bay.

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x reader, Sam Carpenter x black!reader

Warnings: cursing, descriptions of violence and gore, mental instability, if you saw Scream VI … you’ll be fine reading this.

Word Count: 2.7k

*CONTAINS HEAVY SCREAM VI SPOILERS*

***

Things had gone too far.

Things had heavily gone too far and you knew there was no turning back from what you had done. From who you had become in the wake of the tragedies from the year before.

New York was a new beginning. A way for you and Sam and Tara and the Meeks-Martin twins to finally have some normalcy after being stabbed and hunted like animals.

The counselor Sam found for you guys was helpful for a couple of months. The meds she prescribed kept the nightmares to a minimum before they completely disappeared. You felt like you could breathe again, like the world wasn’t so scary anymore and you could begin to heal and move on.

That is … until Gale Weathers began her press tour for her new book detailing the murders that Richie Kirsh and Amber Freeman committed. Their presence in Woodsboro not being the only highlight of her book, but your proximity to Sam and Richie as well.

Sam told you not to read it. That Gale would spew lies and use your names to stay relevant just like she had done with Sydney for years. You wanted to listen to her, truly you did, but the curiosity got the better of you. You took the subway to the nearest bookstore and purchased it the day it released.

Page after page your eyes wandered at the words.

You wanted to be mad. To even think of suing Gale for using your name and trauma to drum up book sales and possibly another movie deal like she had done in the 90s.

You wanted to place blame on her for your mental relapse … but you couldn’t. You couldn’t shake the sick feeling of taking Sam to that party where she met Richie in Modesto. You started this, Richie being in her life was your fault.

You couldn’t be mad at Gale for telling the truth, your truth.

“Y/N?” You snapped your head, facing Sam’s direction as her brows furrowed. She stared at you with those beautiful big eyes, concerned you were on the main stage of the abandoned theater with no weapon. “Why are you up there?”

You turned back to the naked mannequin. The Ghostface robe and hood of Roman Bridger was still missing, the only robe not present of the nine Ghostface killers spanning from the 90s to present day. He was the only killer who worked alone, his resentment and frustrations fueled on not being accepted. Not being loved by the person he wanted to be loved by. To think that he started all of this madness, directed Billy and Stu to create this franchise of chaos … it seemed almost poetic that his robe was gone.

“Do you think that this plan will work?” You asked, walking away from the stage and meeting her at the wooden steps.

So badly did you want to tell her that you knew the truth. It wasn’t hard to discover that Quinn and Detective Bailey were related to Richie, especially when they believed that nobody was smart enough to discover their secret—so they were sloppy in how they handled things. As soon as Quinn let it slip that her brother died in a “car accident” you decided to do some digging. The dates and details that she disclosed didn’t add up with anything reported or in the news. With her dad being a cop, you knew there would be a case or news clipping of something connecting the two.

Ethan took you by surprise, but, when you thought back on his behavior and his interest in Tara it all clicked. The Kirsh boys had sick obsessions with the Carpenter sisters.

“All I can do is hope for the best.” She gave you a weak smile, hints of fear flickering on her face but she hid it well. You looked down, that feeling of malevolence creeping into your stomach as you thought of what you would have to do to Quinn and her family. How much you wanted to kill them. “Hey,”

Sam grabbed your hand softly, her black polished fingers interlocking with yours. “I know you were hurt badly last year and I understand this is scary.” She comforted you, while it was nice to hear … it was too late.

Richie stabbed you three times in Stu Macher’s home. One in the leg, one in the back, and one in the ribs where he uttered his last words to you. “You see how easy it was for her to fuck me over you? You will always live in my shadow, Y/N.”

Sam’s phone rang loudly in the theater. Bringing you back to focus on the shrine of evidence and memorabilia that highlighted the fuckers that came before you. She began talking to the Detective on the phone, giving you a chance to slip away while Chad and Tara were distracted with each other.

That’s how things should have been with you and Sam, a blossoming relationship where you could keep each other safe and from harm. What a shame it was to find Danny from across the hall had become her new comfort.

That is … until a visit from Ghostface sent him to the county morgue.

The plan was never to kill people and become the monster under the bed. But the more and more threats that stepped in your way, the more you realized that you needed to step up. You needed to give people a reason to be scared of you for once, and maybe, just maybe they would stop fucking with you.

Maybe you could finally keep Sam safe.

You knew you had about five minutes before Detective Bailey and his mentally ill family of two, formerly three, would come barreling in thinking you would be a helpless victim. As if they would be continuing one of Richie’s shitty films.

They had no clue they were guest starring in your movie. Your extended cut that ends with their guts on the ground and you getting the girl. You’d finally win and have nothing to fear anymore.

You ducked off into a secret room, donning Roman’s robe and grabbing his knife. You laced up your Doc Marten boots, tying them tight so when you stomped Detective Bailey’s face in for fucking with Sam, your boots would stay in place. The voice modulator was situated in your pocket along with your phone on silent, buzzing with texts from Sam asking where you were.

Quinn and Ethan had arrived and began wreaking havoc on Sam, Tara, and Chad. With a quickness in your step, you found yourself in the theater lobby, Chad laying on the floor as blood gushed from his wounds. The Ghostfaces cleaned their knives in sync, too focused on Sam and Tara to hear you creeping behind them.

With steady hands you sliced behind the knee of one of them before stabbing the arm of the other. You couldn’t tell who was who, all you knew was that you caused harm. The Carpenter sisters took their moment to escape, questions plaguing their mind as they tried to figure out a safe place to go.

The killers were stunned for only a few seconds but that was all you needed to flee the scene and return to the main stage. They lost you when their father arrived, telling them to head into the shrine and not taking a second to hear what they were trying to say about another killer running around.

Their ever so long monologues about their idiot dead brother and his sick obsessions with Stab films and Billy fucking Loomis, was boring to say the least. The audacity of them to be upset with Sam for defending herself was insane. Richie wasn’t even a good killer, he made Amber do all of the work because he was too pussy to do so until the end. When he stabbed you and stabbed Sam. Taking away parts of your soul you’d never find again.

Not only was Richie a fucking man baby but he was like twenty five dating an eighteen year old … legal, still weird.

God, watching Sam run her knife into him twenty two times was enough to make you fall in love with her if you hadn’t already.

Their unmasking was uneventful. Just like Richie, they couldn’t be original in their killing styles. This revenge plot had been done in the 90s when Sydney was hunted down by Nancy Loomis when Syd was in college. How fucking unoriginal. If Mindy were here she would be so annoyed.

“Oh, Detective Bailey….” You taunted with the voice modulator. Speaker systems were hooked up around the theater by you, connected via your phone using Bluetooth. You took threatening steps on the main stage, watching as everyone’s attention turned toward you. “Didn’t the academy teach you to clear a room?”

“What the fuck?!” Ethan screamed, his smile quickly turning to a frown as he held his arm. You chuckled realizing Quinn was the one who got sliced behind the knee.

“We told you there was another one, Dad!” Quinn yelled. “Another fucking copycat, kill him.” She demanded, waving her knife in your direction.

Your steps were slow and haunting. “Him?” You laughed. Fear was eliminated from your body as you took command, you were the top fucking dog around here and nothing would control your fear. Not anymore. “Hi, Sam. Tara.” You nodded at the girls. Walking past Kirby who laid on the floor still breathing but wounded.

You knew help was on the way, you called them before emerging, knowing a bloodbath was going to commence with the blood being on your hands.

Two bullets were fired into your chest, the Kevlar of your bulletproof vest absorbing them. The shock of being hit should have made you stumble or knock you back but the adrenaline coursing through your veins kept you moving. “Clearly you didn’t watch your sons movies.” You hissed. “You’re supposed to aim for the head.”

You took your mask off, not the original that Roman wore but a store bought version, tossing it on the ground as a devilish smile emerged on your lips. “I wasn’t able to get revenge for what Richie did to me … but torturing his shitty family will be a close second.”

Detective Bailey tried shooting again, his gun out of bullets. In frustration, Quinn lunged at you, making Tara hit her in the face with a brick and knocking her to the ground. Sam was stunned staring at you, being pulled away by her sister as you turned to Ethan. The boy tried stabbing you, distracted from the girls running away.

Ethan leaned over a glass display, swiping at you messily. “Maybe if you got laid you wouldn’t be so damn angry.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him into you before tugging a fist full of his curly hair and slamming his face into the glass repeatedly. You threw him to the ground and focused on Quinn, who to your dismay was gone along with her father.

You looked up at the balcony, Sam and Tara tiptoeing around the railing to escape on the other side. You bolted for the nearest door connected to the stairs, seeing Quinn approach the balcony to kill them. “Let me go, Sam.” You heard Tara say. “I’ll be okay … let me go.”

“I’ve always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!” Ethan laughed, cuts on his face from the glass that clearly did not stop him. You should have slit his throat but you weren’t thinking.

Sam passed her sister the knife before letting her go, the smaller sister dropping and jamming the knife into Ethan’s mouth. Quinn stood in front of you in horror. Her eyes wide that Sam had a gun pointed at her forehead. “Looks like you’re down another brother.” She smiled, firing the gun and killing the redhead.

You heard the door creak behind you and immediately ducked off into a corner. Detective Bailey arrived just in time to see his daughter laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. In a sloppy fit of rage he tried running after Sam but you snuck behind him, pushing him off of the balcony and his body smashing into another glass case.

Sam stopped in her tracks, letting out a scream at seeing you emerge. “Stay away from me.” She yelled.

“It’s me, Sam.” You said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never do anything to hurt you, you gotta believe me.”

She shook her head. “How can I believe anything you say when you wear that?!” Sam huffed. “Like it’s something to be proud of.”

“I did all of this for you…for us.” You argued, tossing your sweat hair back and out of your face. “Do you think being scared of every little fucking thing that goes bump in the night is fun? It’s exhausting, Sam, it’s goddamn exhausting and I’m tired of being the helpless victim. I’m reminded of that every time I’m in the shower and see these scars.”

You stepped closer to her, heart breaking as she took a step back. Your boot pressed on Quinn’s face, her jaw cracking under the pressure.

“So you became the monster? The thing that goes bump in the night?” She repeated, gears turning in her head as she processes what’s happening. “Ethan and Quinn were with us when Danny was killed … and Bailey was at the station, you … it was you.”

“Do you really think it’s smart to have a boyfriend right now?” You asked softly. Tears prickling your eyes as she was visibly scared of you. “Danny didn’t know shit about us, about what we went through. How could someone like that protect you when he couldn’t even protect himself?”

“You’re fucking insane, Y/N!”

You shook your head violently. “I’m in love with you, Sam! And I’ve heard it makes people do crazy things.” You pointed the knife at her, not with the intent to kill, with the intention of getting your point across. “And don’t give me those cutesy eyes like you’re shocked, you knew I fucking loved you ever since that time I was drunk and kissed you.”

“You said it was an accident.” She stumbled on her words, the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. “That you had too much to drink—”

“The way I loathed Richie before we knew he was a psycho killer should have been enough evidence for you, Sweetheart.” You growled. It wasn’t going to throw you off of your game. Couples got into arguments all the time. “When you told me who your Dad was I didn’t care. I didn’t go watch all the Stab movies and obsess over them. I didn’t push you away, even when you tried to push away from me. I love you, Sam. Even when you didn’t love yourself.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” She asked breathlessly.

You shook your head. “Because I rather not have you be with me than lose you completely from my life.” You motioned down towards the ground floor. “You have a few minutes before he wakes up.” You gestured towards the unconscious detective. “I know there’s a part of you that wants your revenge and you deserve it.” You smile.

Sam stood still. Shell shocked by everything that was happening around her. She knew she missed the signs, the evidence that you were also Ghostface. But you were Y/N, her bestfriend, she never believed that you could do something like this … be this thing that terrified the both of you. Be capable of murder in this capacity.

You gently touched her face with your glove, cupping her cheek as you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Show him what happens when you fuck with Sam Carpenter.” You whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished. I’ll tell you everything, Sam.”

You smiled, leaving the Carpenter sisters in the theater and letting them go because you knew they could defend themselves. While your heart pounded from the come down of adrenaline, it still skipped a beat at the fact that you were still alive.

Sam had a chance to kill you and she didn’t take it …

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REFLECTION OF YOU

Summary: The Ghostface shrine proves to be too much for you as you see your sister, Jill Roberts', evidence for the first time in ten years.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of trauma, violence

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x reader, Mindy Meeks-Martin x reader, Core Four x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Let me know if you’d like a part two !

***

Sydney told you this was going to happen.

She warned you last year outside of Stu Macher's house while you cried in her arms.

It had happened to her for decades and now she was finally having her happy ending, an ending that you wondered if you would ever see for yourself. With each beat of your heart you feared that it would be your last.

A hand brushed against your arm, bringing you back to focus on your surroundings. The sounds of everyone's footsteps and whispers flooding your ears. You turned to your left, seeing Tara give you a comforting look. Everyone here had experience with Ghostface killers, their own trauma they dealt with on the daily, but this was something you had been running from for over a decade now.

And it never got easier.

"She shouldn't be here for this." Mindy said, looking at her brother for confirmation.

You snapped your head in their direction. "I'm fine." You countered, trying to convince them and yourself that you would be able to handle this.

Standing in the warehouse sent you back in time to 2011. Even the air in the room smelled like Woodsboro, reminded you of a place you once were able to call home.

Life had never been kind to you. Things at "home" were never stable, never healthy, and Jill knew that. She would always let you sneak over to her room when your parents became too much to bear, perks of being next door neighbors you thought.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months that you stayed at the Roberts home. Jill's mother, Kate, made sure you had everything you needed. Taking you in seemed like the proper thing to do since your parents were clearly neglecting you. Honestly, she felt that you completed their family and Jill adored the idea of having a little sister.

It didn't matter to her that you were so much younger than she was, she enjoyed having you around and looking up to her and her friends. You being in Jill's life and so dependent on her gave her a taste of that fame—that idolization that she so desperately craved. Once she had your attention she wanted more and she knew exactly how to get it.

She wanted it bad enough that she stabbed you a multitude of times to be inches away from death. Leaving a permanent white scar on your cheek from the last slice of her knife. The other scars were able to be covered by clothes, but, you still felt naked with them on.

Friends and family didn't matter to Jill when she could have fans. Her little sister didn't matter anymore and that's something that always stuck with you.

You were eight and the youngest person that Ghostface attempted to kill, that brought you notoriety that you never asked for.

Letting people in was not a choice after that. Your parents came back around, using your situation as a way for them to achieve local fame by having you do interviews and press junkets until you were old enough to have it all stop. They even signed a book deal with Gale, allowing for your story to be told for a percentage of her sales.

Once you were sixteen the media had moved on completely from Ghostface and you finally felt like you could breathe again. Like that part of your life was over now.

You were in high school, the same age as Jill when she died. You had a friend group of people that loved and supported you. Protected your every move, especially Halloween when the purchase in Ghostface masks would skyrocket in Woodsboro.

Things were returning to normal for you, you had peace--until you got the call that your best friend, Tara, had been stabbed.

Turns out being a reflection of Jill Robert's was a hot topic in STAB fan chat rooms. You were a celebrity to them, theories about you spilling online about how you would live up to her name. When you grew older and the time was right, you'd take up her mantle. You'd finish everything that she and Charlie Walker started. After last year, the theories and fans only grew more wicked. Suspecting you and Sam partnered up, being influenced so heavily by the murderers in your lives.

The fans didn't bother you as much anymore as you expected, growing up in that toxic online culture had desensitized you. You told Sam it would die down eventually and she would hopefully be able to return to a state of normalcy.

You hated that she had to go through this because of her father.

"Hey kid," A voice said next to you, bringing you into a side hug. The group had dispersed, looking around the warehouse at evidence and relics from all of the murders. You stood on the top of the platform, not even beginning to look at the memories of what you had been through. "We can take a step outside if you need some air." Kirby Reed gave you a small smile.

You hadn't seen her in years. After Amber and Richie she reached to check how you were doing but you barely spoke, you didn't want to talk to anyone about it. Reverting back to that shell that you had been in after Jill's death.

"I..." You took a deep breath, stopping your hands from shaking uncontrollably. "I need to be here. I need to see this."

Kirby nodded, getting out of your way and watching carefully as your eyes flickered between the different displays and glass cases. The group watched you intently, all in their own little corners. Your mind had been the most affected by all of this, you never had the chance to have a childhood and this was now your third run in with Ghostface in over ten years. Everyone was expecting for you to crumble.

“I’m sorry for everything you all have gone through.” Detective Bailey said behind you.

You stood in front of the display, eyes stuck on the dark red spot on Jill's flannel. Her favorite flannel that you loved to borrow from her. "Is that ..." Ethan appeared next to you, not even startling you at his sudden emergence.

"That’s my blood." You nodded.

Hot tears pooled in your eyes, what you once cried over sadness had now formed into anger. You were a kid, you loved Jill, and her appreciation for you was littering your body with scars that made you self-conscious whenever you were intimate with someone.

Those same scars burning on your body right now.

With a shaky hand you reached for the material, fingers rubbing against the clothing as you were mentally transported to that night. You could smell the blood in your nose, your body returning to the state of shock it was in all those years ago.

"Y/N?" Chad asked. Standing in front of you, mere feet away from Jill's display.

"Sixteen times." You breathed. Wiping your tears angrily, returning your hands to your sides. "I've been stabbed sixteen times and Jill did fourteen of those by herself, happily." Your body hunched over, sobs raking your body as you lost composure. "Why the fuck am I still here? I'm not surviving this again."

Chad and Sam were beside you within a split second, sending Ethan away from your personal space. "I. Am. Fine!" You held a hand up, shielding them away from you. With another sob you stood up, catching your breath and rubbing your face. "I've dealt with this shit for twelve years. I'm tired of running." You stared at them.

"We just want to protect you, Y/N." Sam said softly. "You take care of us, we take care of you. That's how this works."

You nodded, sticking your hands into your jean pockets. You felt bad for yelling at them, they didn't deserve it. Chad engulfed you in his arms, rubbing your back as you settled into him. He was the closest thing to a brother that you would ever have, he knew exactly what you needed in a moment like this. "I'm sorry I just ... it fucking sucks knowing you're about to die." You shrugged, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hey!" Mindy shouted over in your direction.

"Keep her over there!" Tara replied, the two girls looking down at a glass display case.

You furrowed your brows, slipping out of Chad's grip. Sam grabbed your arm, trying to keep you where it was safe. Whatever Mindy and Tara had seen would send you in a downward spiral. One that they feared you would not be able to come back from. The last time something like that happened you didn't leave your room for a month and barely ate.

You removed yourself from her grip. "I'm not running anymore, Sam." You shook your head. The two of them let you go, knowing that there was nothing they could do to stop you. If Chad would have picked you up and removed you from the room it would only cause a rift between you and your core group. "Let me see it!"

"I really don't think this is a good idea." Tara shook her head violently, trying to block whatever it was from your view.

Mindy went to place her hands on your shoulders, to which you dodged, weaving behind her and placing yourself at the glass case. "Y/N!" She warned.

Shining against the inner lights of the display was an array of photos detailing your crime scene. Your blood splattered on the concrete of the back patio, lining the area where your body was laid out before the paramedics came to get you.

A few of the photos were also from you in the hospital. One of them being your recovery in your room—stitches all along your stomach, sides, and breast. You were unconscious, doctors not knowing if you would ever wake up. All that time you only had three visitors: Sydney, Gale, and Dewey. They were your family.

Your hand rested against the glass as you processed what you saw.

"I told you to keep her over there." Tara scowled at Chad. "She should have gone her whole life without seeing that."

Sam shook her head. "We can't stop her from doing this."

"She was eight when this started." Mindy sighed. "How much longer can we protect her? Protect ourselves?"

You turned around, watching your friends stare at you. Chest rising and falling quickly as exasperation coursed through you. "I was stupid for thinking I could have a happy ending." You choked out. "But, if I'm going out this time ... I'm fighting the fuck back. I'm not a kid anymore."

Your phone rang, vibrating from your back pocket. Snatching it from your pocket you saw an unknown number dying for your attention. Reading “Maybe: Richie Kirsch” below the call screen. You threw your phone across the room, smashing the screen into tiny pieces.

This is a game you weren’t going to play.

You walked away from the group, heading for a secluded area where you could get peace and quiet for a moment. Eyes cutting over to the display of robes on the main stage, your gaze locked in on Jill's mannequin.

It was time to stop running ... it was your turn to put an end to this.

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Because I Liked A Boy

Summary: You were now at the top of Ethan's kill list all because you liked a boy.

Warnings: slut shaming, virgin shaming (is that a thing? did I make that up?), mentions of smut, sexual detailings, angst, major scream vi spoilers

Pairings: Ethan Landry x black!reader, Ethan Landry x reader, Chad Meeks Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks Martin x reader

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Fighting back did not seem like an option.

You wanted to just crawl on the floor and give up right then and there. Any future you could have after this didn't matter because Chad wouldn't be with you.

Oh my god ... Chad.

How does one continue with their life after watching someone they grew to love be butchered in front of them? You shouldn't have witnessed it. You wished you never saw him die. You knew it would haunt you every time you closed your eyes. Unless you died. Dying seemed like a nice alternative.

Fighting back did not seem like an option.

But Sam and Tara weren't going to let you go out like this. "Take this." Tara shoved a brick into your hands, nearly falling from your grasp, but she caught it. "Y/N, please. Please you gotta be strong you gotta listen to me." Tara shook your shoulders.

You were in such a state of shock that the only thing you could focus on was crying. Slow tears rolling down your flushed and sweaty cheeks. "I-I .." You stuttered. Jumping at the door slamming, black robes coming into view.

"We have your back." Sam chimed in, holding her brick up and ready to attack at the figure emerging. "We won't let anything happen to you."

You took the brick from Tara's hand, giving her a small nod. The three of you stood in a triangle formation, a Ghostface killer stationed in front of each of you. There were three of them this time around and you felt like you wanted to throw up all over your shoes.

"Come on, Motherfucker!" Tara shouted, frustration evident in her scratchy voice.

The killer in front of you lunged, slicing your arm before you hit them with a brick in the chest. You grabbed your arm, hissing as the blood pooled around your fingers. Angrily he walked away from you and met up with the others.

Detective Bailey stood in the center, proud of everything that he had accomplished with his team of psychos.

There was a ringing in your ears as he spoke, part of you trying to focus and the other half wanting to be with Chad. Sam and Tara were right, you needed to be strong, you needed to be a fighter. Quinn was revealed as a killer, causing tears in your eyes because you believed she was truly dead.

Bailey looked to his left, the last killer pulling off their mask and a tuft of brown curls exposed who the assailant was. Your stomach dropped, the brick falling from your hand as you covered your mouth. A scream begging to be let out but you stopped it.

Ethan Landry, your best friend, had a hand in the deaths of your friends and boyfriend.

The boy smiled at you almost as if he were laughing. Taunting you for what he had done. "Hi, Y/N." He smirked. "Looks like Mindy was right, it really was easy to juke the roommate lottery." Ethan laughed.

"E-Ethan ... no." You shook your head, a lump in your throat forming.

The person you were supposed to trust. The guy that had wiped your tears when you missed home or were frustrated with school. The person you shared so many jokes and secrets with. He was fully unrecognizable in front of you.

And that broke your heart even more.

"Now you see me, Pretty Girl." He grinned, teeth exposed as he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. "All I had to do to get close to Sam and Tara, was roommate with a self absorbed jock literally named Chad." Ethan scoffed. "It was bad enough he had a crush on you, then you had to go and fuck him. God it felt good to kill him!"

You tilted your head in confusion. "You .. you did all of this because I liked a boy?" You asked, looking to Sam and Tara for answers that they couldn't give. Were you the reason that Chad was killed? Because your best friend had feelings for you?

"No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing." Ethan walked near a glass display case, the fixture being the only thing keeping him from you in this moment. "They're still not getting it!" He laughed, looking over at his family. "Sam has to pay for the murders in Woodsboro. Chad was a bonus."

"Sam didn't kill anyone." Tara turned in his direction, quick to defend her sister.

Quinn emerged next to you and Sam, her knife pointed at you both. "You fucking liar, yes she did!" She screamed.

"I didn't kill anyone! I defended myself." Sam protested, stepping closer to the girl, the brick in her tight grip.

"You dumb bitch!" Quinn snarled. "You killed our brother!" The heaviest weight hit you in your chest. Realization dawned on you instantly and you shared a look with Tara. "Now they get it."

It all goes back to Woodsboro. Sydney and Gale warned you that this might happen. That the pattern of terror they had been running from for decades would continue, with you and your friends taking over the role of prey.

"And he fucking deserved it." You snapped, turning your head at Quinn. A sharp pain kisses your cheek and you hissed, blood trickling down your face from where she sliced you.

She smiled viscously. “That’s for breaking my brother’s heart.”

Ethan shouted at his sister. “I said don’t touch her.” He proclaimed, eyes dark as they flickered from his sister to you. “I wish you would have gave me a chance. I could have protected you from all of this, saved you even.”

"Your heart's pretty fragile if never getting your dick wet sent you into a spiral like this." In a split second decision you dipped to the floor, picking up your brick and throwing it in Ethan‘s direction. He nearly ducked the object, rage spreading over his face as he growled at you like a wild animal. “Run!” You shouted to Sam and Tara.

The Carpenter sisters were able to flee up towards the second story balcony, followed by Quinn and Detective Bailey. You were left with Ethan on the ground floor. His teeth biting his plump lips as he stared you down.

“We would have been perfect together, Y/N.” He smiled, stalking closer in his big black boots. “We had the same humor, same interests, it was hard hiding all of this from you because you’re so smart.” He motioned around him.

You took careful steps back, surveying the area to find any means of escape or a weapon. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?” You asked, ignoring his comments.

“Because as soon as Chad came into the picture, it’s like I didn’t matter. I never existed to you…” His lips curled into a frown. The glistening of his knife catching the light and drawing your attention. “All those nights you snuck into our dorm ... I never heard moans like that from anyone. Didn't know you were such a slut, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “I never knew you were a pathetic bitch but look where we are now.” You shrugged. “Following in your brothers footsteps, how embarrassing.”

In a second, Ethan was in front of you. His gloved hand wrapped around your throat, his knife in the other, hovering over your chest. “Does this feel good, Baby?” He asked. Lips nearly brushing against your cheek as he spoke. “Tell me you’re not fucking soaked.” He whispered in your ear.

You faught against his body, his arms not letting up from pinning you against the wall. His fingers squeezed around your throat tighter and tighter to where you couldn’t speak. No weapons were in arms reach, the only thing you could think to do made your stomach turn.

Turning your head to meet his, you kissed Ethan on his soft lips. You could feel his body tense underneath your touch. Ethan had never been kissed, never had luck with girls, and he so desperately wanted things with you to be different. His guard was down, allowing you to snake your hands through his brown curls as he rested his knifed hand along your back.

You wrapped his hair around your fingers, pulling tightly on his head and away from you. Before he could react you collided heads, instantly regretting it upon feeling lightheaded by the impact. It temporarily stunned him and gave you enough time to kick him in his chest, sending him flying back into a display case.

Ethan’s knife flew out of his hand, landing on the ground with a thud. A shot rang out from the balcony with Sam holding the gun. Quinn’s body dropped immediately and you started laughing. “Damn, another sibling dead. That sucks.”

“Fuck you!” In a fit of rage Ethan attempted to kick your stomach, frustrated when you ducked underneath his foot and picked up his missing knife. As you stood up, you planted the blade into his stomach and tore upwards. Cutting through his belly button and dragging the knife until you reached his ribs.

“I’m sure you dreamt about it.” You retorted, looking into his eyes when he dropped to his knees. You took the knife out, blood splattering all over your face and clothes. You straddled his dying body, holding the knife tightly in your hand. "This is the closest you'll ever get to me again.”

Ethan sputtered blood out of his mouth. "You feel so good on top of me, Baby." He choked out. "It's too late for me to be your first love, but I know you'll never forget me."

"Die a fucking virgin!"

You sliced his throat open, watching the crimson flow out of his body and get soaked up by his black robe. Your hands shook terribly. Stomach turning as your snapped back to the reality of your life. With malevolence you dug the knife into Ethan's chest, stabbing him repeatedly enough to break his ribs in three different places.

His brown glossy eyes stared back at you. Guttural screams escaped your mouth as his blood splashed over your face and arms and chest. You held the knife above your head once more, ready to plunge it into his body but you were halted.

"He's dead!" Tara screamed. She held your hands close to hers, trying to stop your trembling. You snapped your head in her direction, wide eyes full of confusion and worry. "They're all dead. We're safe, Y/N."

She nodded towards the front of the warehouse, policemen and Sam's boyfriend, Danny, emerging onto the scene. You dropped the knife, blood seeping into your skin and completely covering you. "He was my best friend..." You trailed off.

"I know." Tara rubbed your back gently. "I know he was."

You took a shaky breath. "I-I've never killed anyone before, T." You stuttered.

"Trust me, we're gonna get a shit ton of therapy after this." She comforted you.

Tara held your hand tightly as you both met Sam outside of the warehouse. The younger Carpenter took you to a nearby ambulance, the workers asking where you were hurt and examining the bruising on your throat. Asking you where you had been injured enough to bleed like this.

"It's not my blood." You said, staring at the floor. Adrenaline still pumping within your veins. Completely forgetting you were cut on your arm.

"Male survivor identified. African-American male, appears to be in his early twenties, significant trauma to his torso."

Your head snapped up at the first responders voice on the nearby walkie-talkie. You pushed the lady off of you, cleaning the slice on your cheek could wait. Breaking out of the ambulance, you looked around you, eyes locking in on your boyfriends body being rolled on the gurney.

"Chad." You breathed, resting your hand on his arm. He was warm. He was alive after everything he had been through, all of Ethan's attempts to destroy your happiness had failed. You smiled at Sam and Tara who stood on the other side of him. "Can't believe we fucking survived this again."

You took the oxygen mask off of his face, kissing him deeply and cupping his cheek. Upon Chad's coughing you stopped and placed the mask back onto his face. "Sorry, you kinda need that."

[lorimnnn]

drabblessss

no because imagine Ethan having the dorkiest college crush on you ever, and nobody realises how fucking obsessed he is. they just think he’s being cute. but he’s so frustrated with himself, because he has no idea how to talk to you, how to begin to even do more than look at you in the eye for more than a second. how to come up to you and compliment how you look instead of just memorising every subtle detail of your face to save up for his dreams, and waking up fucking heartbroken because each and every time, he’s forced to remember why they’re not real. because he’s shy and has no game.

and that’s just by day.

he starts sitting next to you more, high off the scent of your perfume. Stealing little things like your pen or something and keeping it all in one drawer in his room, and soon his little collection turns more sinister, less innocent. starts breaking into your dorm and stealing your panties, grinding into them at night, soiling them beyond repair until they’re no more recognisable than a soaked rag. can’t you imagine it? him holding it against his nose, each inhale just more and more intoxicating and not enough. not ever. and each time he goes to break in  when his supply runs short, he wears his ghostface mask just in case, like it will hide him, like it will make it easier to escape if you ever catch him.

ha. he thinks he’s being so slick.

but the icing on the cake?

you’ve known the entire time.

in fact, you’ve been watching him too. let’s say you’re even a tiny bit psycho yourself. everybody thinks you’re sweet and cute and quiet but you’re a watcher. you’re a stalker. you’ve watched him with rapt interest since day one and nobody has known how you’ve literally salviated over the way he moves, peeping throug his windows when he’s getting dressed and distantly following him after class, studying his routine. his friends. how he acts. somehow it’s never occurred to you that he may like you until you catch him stealing your panties. and one day you walk in on him going through your dirty laundry, trying to decide on his favourite pair when something smacks into his sizes. it’s a pair of panties. and when he turns around, terrified, there’s just you. staring at him shyly like you didn’t just fling your panties at him, all innocent and cute like you’re flirting with someone for the first time, no better than he is. 

“thought you might need a new pair.”

[cerealzzz]

You were lying on Ethan's bed, chad was not there during the weekend for your greatest pleasure. You're on your phone scrolling on tiktok, while Ethan is spooning behind you, looking over your shoulder to see tiktok too.

Your Ass rubs against his cock and He takes advantage of the position to stick you a little closer and place a few kisses on the back of your neck. You feel his erection grow and decide to run your hand down your back to caress him through his jogging, you hear him sigh heavily and pull on his pants to deliver his hard and hot dick.

"what are you doing ?" He whispers, looking a little surprised. You quickly take off your panties and stick your already wet pussy against him.

"Cockwarming baby"

He bites his lip and comes to put his big hand on your hip before sinking into you, you moan as you feel his thick member fill you and after a time of adaptation you no longer move. He caresses your belly with his fingertips, and you continue to watch tiktok. After a while you feel Ethan kicking inside you, you groan in surprise before laughing.

"You're not supposed to do that"

"sorry i slipped" He laughs and starts again. "Oops again"

“ethaaaan”

You laugh and he stops, deep down he was frustrated, shit he was into you, and you were so wet, he just wanted to fuck you. So he waits until you're focused on the videos again before moving back into you.

"stop it..." you complained, while breathing heavily from the pleasure, He doesn’t even listen to you and continues his deep movements in you.

“please please please.. Ethan”

"fuck how do you want me to stop when you seem to be begging me to continue"

He moans and squeezes your hips between his fingers, you end up letting go, you wanted it so badly. He pushes his hips against your Ass, while you bite down on your pillowcase to silence your moans. he bites your shoulder moaning in turn, he continues to sink into you ever deeper until you cum. Your phone had ended up on the ground, the program had drifted into something much better.

[ghostlyaerobics1984]

Several times You Were Suspected, and the One Time You Weren’t. (SCREAM VI SPOILERS)

Summary: Reader is a newbie in the core-four friend group and according to the rules, they are a suspect. Reader keeps conveniently showing up at the murder scenes, and a seed of doubt becomes implanted in the others’ minds leaving them to believe Reader is Ghostface. Reader is innocent, but they don’t know that.

Word Count: 8,511

Pairings: Gn!Reader x Tara, Male!Reader x Tara

Author’s note: The reader is male since there is a SIGNIFICANT lack of male reader fanfics, but could be read as gender neutral if you try hard enough. Slight proofread because I got lazy.

You rushed over to Sam’s apartment as soon as you could. Slamming the SUV door shut, you jogged over to the ambulance where you were met with the distressed faces of Chad, Mindy, Tara, and Sam.

“What the fuck?” You shoot a glance at Ethan, catching the end of his excuse for an alibi. He appeared to be flustered.

“I saw it on the news.” There was genuine concern in your voice. “I can’t believe this happened.” Your eyes began to water because you had been close with Quinn and it hurt knowing she was gone. Forever.

You didn’t miss the way the four survivors from Woodsboro exchanged skeptical looks with each other and refused to initiate a conversation with you.

You were taken aback. Their suspicion was fair, but it hurt to be looked at that way. Like you were capable of killing them in cold blood. “Y-You don’t think I did this?”

In an attempt to clear your name, you said, “I loved Quinn. She was my best friend. Why the fuck would I kill her? Or kill Anika?”

You stopped yourself, at the risk of sounding hysterical.

“Doesn’t matter if you were best friends.” Mindy replied, very clearly glaring at you. “That still gives you motive. Maybe you were spurred on by jealousy.”

You scoffed and silently pleaded for the others to back you up. No one did. 

Ethan shuffled awkwardly. Chad and Tara refused to meet your gaze, and Sam was staring at you in a way you’d never seen before.

“Speaking of motive, where were you last night?” Mindy asked with narrowed eyes.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you.

You stuttered nervously. “I was in the dorm. You know, where I’m living.” 

The last part came out meaner than you initially intended.

“Hmm,” Mindy shook her head, pressing her lips together. Her eyes scanned around the ambulance from where she sat, then they were on you again. “How convenient, y/n. That you were at the college dorm when none of us were there to corroborate your alibi. You just moved at the top of my suspect list.”

You wanted to be angry, but you found yourself understanding why they were reacting this way.

Least you could do was divert some of the attention away from you. “Fair enough, but I don’t think you should rule out Ethan, either.”

Ethan faced you sharply, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Why would you say that?!”

“I mean, a school excuse? Really? It’s almost the same as mine.” You retorted, resisting the urge to snicker at his slowly reddening face.

“I was taking the—!”

“We’re not ruling anyone out.” Sam interjected, her voice determined. “Y/n’s right, I don’t think it’s smart to point the finger at one person. Even if they are highly suspicious.” 

You chose to ignore her patronizing tone. “Yeah, I’ll take that.”

“Just stay the fuck away from us.” Chad held his hand up as if signaling for a stop. Then he added, “Both of you.”

“Wait,” You said desperately, taking a small step forward. “Is there a way I can prove myself? Please. I mean, haven’t you been wrong about your theories, Mindy?”

Everyone went silent. 

That couldn’t be a good indication for you. You held your breath, expecting to hear a pin drop.

“Yeah.” Mindy whispered under her breath quietly. You almost missed it, too.

“Yes, as in, I can prove myself?” You pressed on, hopeful.

“No.” Your heart sank. “Yes, as in, I was wrong at pointing out the killer before.”

“Well, at least y/n is wanting to clear their name.” Tara finally spoke after letting her friends do the talking without her. “Same can’t be said for the other present suspect.” A jab at Ethan.

Ethan struggled to argue his case, which you couldn’t help but smile at. Maybe you would be able to gain your friends’ trust back after all.

“I think we should give him a chance.” You caught Tara gazing at you. A slight smile teased her lips.

Was she on your side? Or not? You weren’t sure.

Chad gave her a questioning look. They stared at each other for so long, you began to wonder if something was going on between them.

“Alright, fine.” Chad relented. He threw his head back dramatically and sighed.

After witnessing Tara punch the famous, annoying reporter Gale Weathers, you were all led to a creepy area she had found through “Investigative journalism”.

And by all, was you, Ethan, Quinn’s cop dad, Sam, Tara, Kirby, and Gale.

“Jesus.” You managed to speak past your shock while traipsing and observing the displays that contained collectives from every ghostface killing.

Tara was walking ahead of you at a slow pace. She was assigned to watch you, and Chad was in charge of Ethan. So you weren’t allowed to stray away from her or the group. 

Fine by you, because you weren’t the killer, or one of the killers. You learned from Mindy that there could be multiple. 

You noticed Tara staring at a particular display. Her fingers traced the glass carefully. 

You could tell from the way her fingers traced the display for too long that seeing all of this was causing her emotional distress.

You noticed a picture of a girl. Amber, you think. Tara must have suffered through so much because of her.

“Hey…” You said softly, bumping your shoulder against hers in a lighthearted manner and catching her attention.

“So, you and Chad?” You leaned on the display, your stomach pressed against the glass. “Are you guys a thing or…” 

You trailed off, hoping she would fill in the blanks for you.

“We aren’t.” She answered a little too fast, but didn’t give anything more than that.

You let out a puff of air, feeling disappointed. You wished her response was convincing enough.

It was obvious that you were bummed and she regarded you with amusement. “Why do you care?”

“Because I like you.” The confession spilled easily from your mouth. “No bullshit. I really like you, Tara.”

You were scared to see her expression because you knew that it could end in rejection. Especially a beautiful girl like Tara, she probably had lots of men and women that were lined up to date her.

You were attracted to her attitude and her pretend carefree behavior, which she used as a coping mechanism due to traumatic events.

The dangers from her past and what was happening in the present didn’t deter you. You wanted her in spite of the fact that she was a victim of murderous attacks.

She deserved to be loved and treated respectfully.

But since you were currently the most suspected out of the group… you didn’t stand a chance.

“For the record,” Tara started off; You prepared for your feelings to be crushed. “I believe you.” 

That got you turning your head to face her. Tara wasn’t pitying you, or angry. Her reaction wasn’t at all like you had expected. She was being calm.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You do?” 

“About you being in love, not the serial killer part.” She had a halfhearted grin on her face. 

Tara was teasing you. Well, you were 90% sure she wasn’t serious about the murderer accusation.

You decided to play along.

You leaned in closer to her, dropping your voice to a low whisper as you spoke in her ear. “Doesn’t that excite you? A potential psychotic killer only having the hots for you?”

You trailed your fingers up her arm for effect. You didn’t miss the shift in her eyes. 

How they became half-lidded and how they definitely weren’t directed at your eyes anymore, but at your lips.

The energy surrounding the two of you seemed to change also. It became static and… very warm.

Your cheeks were starting to feel hot. 

Tara shuffled closer to you, and you followed. The both of you waited on the other to make a move.

You swallowed nervously; Tara let her eyes fall to watch your throat bob. 

When she didn’t change her mind or make the choice to walk away, you swiftly closed the gap and connected your lips with hers.

You anticipated that Tara would eventually push away from you and laugh because this interaction between the two of you was an elaborate prank all along.

She didn’t. You weren’t being duped.

Tara Carpenter was kissing you and her lips were so, so soft.

You had absentmindedly placed your hands on her hips and pressed her front against yours, while simultaneously slipping your tongue in her mouth.

You heard Tara try to stifle her gasp, and fail at doing so. 

You had to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss because you didn’t want the moment to end too soon.

You were warm and tingly all over; your heartbeat thrummed against your chest. You were getting wrapped up in the excitement of the moment.

Just as you dreaded, it was cut short. You were startled by a strong arm gripping your shoulder.

Tara looked up, in a daze, when you were suddenly jerked away from her. She wore a confused expression on her face.

“Keep your dirty hands off her, Ghostface.” Chad jabbed a threatening finger in your chest.

He got into your face, and it was very jarring. You were genuinely scared for your well-being, and your life-long streak of no broken bones.

Like a hungry snake preying on an unsuspecting mouse, his hands latched onto your throat. The force of his grip had you raised a few inches from the ground. “What are you planning?”

“Chad, stop.” Tara protested, annoyed.

“Put y/n down.” Mindy groaned. “Seriously, this is not the time for your alpha complex.”

He wasn’t squeezing tight enough to strangle you, but it was still uncomfortable to breathe. 

Your eyes were wide in fear. Chad didn’t let you go. 

You weren’t earning any sympathy points from him, especially since you most likely took the woman he’s had eyes for.

“Okay, put them down right now. Or I shoot.” Kirby deadpanned. “I’m not kidding.”

This is it. You were going to die at the hands of a condescending jock. Not the ending you thought would ever happen, but what could you do?

You drew in a shallow breath and let your eyes flutter close. Something felt heavy in your pocket. Without alarming Chad, you sneaked your hand inside to figure out what the object was.

Your fingers grazed the hilt of a knife, your chest tightening when you realized what it was. You needed to keep your breathing under control, even while Chad had his hands around your throat, or you would give your predicament away and be in tremendous trouble with the group.

You didn't have a knife on you before you entered the abandoned shrine building, so who pinned it on you? And without anyone catching them?

The longer you stressed about the knife and the longer Chad was proving to be a hostile threat, the more you considered stabbing him.

You gaped in horror as the thought crossed your mind. You were just stressed out, that's all. Not a reason to impulsively lash out.

But he was threatening your life...

You were sure Chad's pissed-off face would be forever implanted in your memory when Kirby called out, "Alright, I'm counting to three!"

Chad dropped you before she could reach number three. You thankfully hit the floor on both feet, but being the asshole, Chad shoved you with brute force and knocked you off balance.

You were sent tumbling backward over a display, letting out a yelp as your head slammed against a wall.

"Oh my fucking god." That was either Mindy or Sam.

You couldn't tell black from blue; Your head swam and you were pretty sure you weren't imagining the warm liquid trickling down the back of your neck.

A dark shadow rose above you. You craned your neck up to see everyone in the group staring down at you with worry. Minus Chad because he obviously wasn't sorry.

"Shit." Tara crouched down in front of you. "Come on. I'll help you walk out of here." She extended her hand.

You blinked blearily and grabbed her hand. You fought back a wave of nausea as you were pulled up to your feet. Tara intertwined her fingers with yours, which put a smile on your face.

The two of you started to walk in sync.

Someone slung an arm around your shoulder. Mindy.

"To show you my condolences for the actions of my idiot brother," Mindy declared aloud so everyone could hear. "You have officially been moved down my suspect list."

"I appreciate it." You offered a weak grin, and she returned it.

"What do we do next?" Tara asked after approaching Kirby with you in tow.

Kirby's eyes seemed to glint with mischievous intent. "I have something in mind."

You needed to get rid of that knife as soon as possible.

"Distracting the killer on a phone call while tracing him from a van?" Mindy sighed in disbelief. "In a public space with a crowd of people?"

No one dared to interrupt her rambling; Kirby was working on a computer, Ethan worked on a bag of chips, and Chad was laying back.

"This is exactly how our uncle Randy died in the sequel!"

"Just relax." Kirby tried to assuage her. "I know what I'm doing."

"The killer is going to conveniently hang up right before you can trace his location," Mindy smirked, dissing Kirby's police skills.

"I can complete a trace in 15 seconds," Kirby replied with as much sass.

Mindy's face turned serious. "Oh, carry on."

Tara and Sam were being used as bait to keep the killer occupied on the phone call.

"Trying to lure me to a public area with a bunch of cops watching?" Ghostface laughed eerily while Sam listened on the other end. Tara stuck by her side. "I've seen this before and I'm one step ahead of you."

"Wait, where is that pinging?" Mindy asked, leaning over Kirby's shoulder to observe the map on the screen. There was a pulsing dot pinpointing Ghostface's current location.

"That's..." She recoiled.

"Gale!"

You took a taxi from the hospital to Gale Weather's apartment. One quick google search, and it was easy to find out where she lived.

Your injury had been stitched up; a white gauge was wrapped around your head. You weren't technically dismissed from the hospital, but you had a terrible feeling in your gut that Gale was in danger.

You assumed everyone else remained in a group since you last saw them, but you didn't know if anyone was looking out for Gale.

You rushed your ass into the elevator of her building and jabbed your thumb into the button to go to the top floor. "Come on, come on."

The elevator seemed to move at an infuriatingly slow pace, which didn't help your nerves. You paced around as the elevator kept rising. "What if I'm too late?" You mumbled to yourself.

You didn't have time to dwell on your anxiety because the elevator doors were opening, and you darted the hell out of there.

"Gale!" You screamed at the top of your lungs while running through the hall. You caught a glimpse of open doors and sounds of struggle followed from inside.

Heart beating heavily in your chest, you turned into the room without slowing down. You soon stopped when you took in the sight of the destroyed room, and the masked figure barreling your way.

A shrill shriek escaped from your lips as you tried to dodge. Ghostface's knife slashed your cheek as you did so. You fell on your side, groaning.

The masked killer fled into the hallway and disappeared; you weren't being targeted. Yet.

You sat up once you heard soft groans that didn't belong to you. Your eyes searched the room frantically until you spotted the person you came to save.

Gale was lying on the floor; blood was slowly seeping from under her body.

"Oh fuck." You crawled to her. Gale's choked gasps were audible now that you were near her.

You observed her stab wounds with watery eyes. "Gale... I'm so sorry.”

It seemed like she was trying to smile, as if she was at peace with dying, and you were worried that she was straining herself.

"You're going to be okay-" You reached to put pressure on a gushing shoulder wound, but someone yelling out Gale's name made you pull back.

Oh no.

You swallowed thickly and stood up just as Sam and Tara ran into the room.

They were shocked to see you. It didn't take long for Sam to grow angry with you. "You stay the fuck away from her."

It was only then that you realized your clothes became stained with Gale's blood. "I didn't do this! I collided with the killer when I ran in to save her."

"How did you know where she lived?" Great, now Tara was suspecting you were the killer. She was purposefully keeping her distance.

"I was in the hospital room when I missed a call from Gale's number. It was weird. Gale Weathers would never call someone like me. I had a feeling something was wrong and looked up her address on google."

Tara gave you a once over. You could see her face relax.

She still trusted you.

Sam was the opposite. “I don’t believe you. Don’t even think about coming near my fucking sister either.”

With that being said, her attention shifted to the woman dying on the floor. Or as Mindy would put it, the “Legacy character.”

“Oh my god, Gale.” Sam knelt down next to her body, on the verge of crying. Tara lingered behind her.

“I called the cops when I got here.” You said, hoping to dig yourself out of the hole you found yourself in.

“If you’re trying to make yourself seem innocent, it’s not working.” Sam replied coldly.

Well, damn.

Tara turned her head to give you a sorrowful glance, mouthing a silent apology.

You gave her a curt nod. The fact that Tara believed you was all the reassurance you needed. “You know what, I’m fucking tired of taking the blame for this fucked up shit.”

You were careful to not say anything that would incriminate you by accident. You were storming out before you could hear Sam’s reply.

There was no point in holding your tongue because you found yourself in the hot seat at the police station anyway.

“Why don’t you give me a rundown of your story again?” Detective Bailey looked tired. “Maybe you missed important details.”

You scoffed; your arms were crossed, and you leaned back in a chair. “You’re hoping that I’ll trip up and change my story.”

He clenched his jaw, held eye contact with you, then sighed in defeat. “You happened to arrive at Gale Weathers’s apartment moments after she was stabbed… I think it’s fair for me to be skeptical about coincidences.”

“I told you already. I missed a call from Gale’s number when I was getting stitches on my head at the hospital.” You pulled out your phone, tapped on it, then showed the screen to him.

In the notifications bar of your phone, there was a missed call alert from a number you didn’t have saved. Under the number was a smaller text that read, “Maybe: Gale Weathers”

Detective Bailey skimmed through the notification multiple times, but it wasn’t photoshopped. You were telling the truth.

“Alright.” He motioned for you to put the phone away, and you did.

You thought the interrogation was going to be over soon, but then Detective Bailey reached around and pulled out an object concealed in a plastic bag.

He dropped it on the table. You saw what it was at first glance and immediately felt like you had seen a ghost.

“Want to explain what you were doing with this weapon?” He was smug now.

You thought you got rid of that knife.

“An eyewitness saw someone, fitting your description, discarding this knife in the hospital trash.”

When you remained silent, he leaned forward and continued to interrogate you, “Who are you working with?”

You shook your head, not removing your gaze from the knife. “Test the blood.”

Detective Bailey seemed taken aback. “What?”

You made eye contact with him. Your face was deadpan. “I never used that knife. The blood is from old victims of past Ghostface killings. I’m telling you, detective, someone is trying to frame me.”

He set his jaw, and you could sense the gears in his brain turning as he mulled over your suggestion.

Without a word, he stood up, snatched the evidence with a force that made you flinch, and left the room.

Just as you said, the blood on that knife didn’t belong to Quinn or Anika.

“What do you mean you’re letting y/n go?”

You could hear Sam and Detective Bailey conversing from the other side of the door.

“I ran the knife through blood testing and there was no match to any of the current victims.” Bailey explained. “He’s clean.”

The door opened. You were able to see that Sam looked grim, and Detective Bailey was disappointed.

He beckoned for you to come out, and you did without hesitation, snubbing Sam on your way out.

“Meeting at the hospital. In lobby.” You reread the text message from Tara as you walked into the hospital building.

You spotted the group in a corner. You braced yourself and strutted over to them.

Their heads snapped up upon your arrival. As expected, you were greeted with a chorus of complaints.

“Why are you here?” Chad took on an intimidating stance, possibly to scare you.

”I invited him.” Tara admitted. Some of their scrutiny was then focused on her.

“Tara—“ Sam scolded.

“What?” Tara cut her off, tone becoming defensive. “Your hot neighbor and Ethan are allowed to hear the discussion, but y/n gets the cold shoulder? How is that fair?”

They didn’t argue with her any further.

You gauged everyone’s grim expressions. “What’s going on?”

“We’re gonna trap Ghostface.” It was Tara who answered you. She had her phone out. “Then kill him.”

You and Tara had to use the bathroom.

But not really.

Needless to say, she was happy you were proven innocent.

Your hands gripped her hips tight enough to leave bruises as she was pushed up the wall.

You feverishly kissed the span of her neck and positioned your knee between her legs to keep her upright.

Tara had her arms wrapped around your neck; her nails leaving scratches. Breathless moans slipped out of her mouth.

“Fuck.” You whispered in the crook of her neck, your arousal growing.

You sensually grinded your front against hers, using the friction to relieve some of the pressure in your pants.

Tara laughed softly. She trailed her hands to your shoulders and lightly pushed back from you so that she could see your face. “Slow your roll, babe. We’ll both be alive to have sex later.”

”You don’t know that.” You whined, going back to kiss at her neck.

“I’m serious, y/n. I don’t want our first time to be in a hospital closet. I don’t care if death is looming over us.” You stopped grinding and looked up to see a frown on her face.

“No, you’re right.” You slumped against her, sighing heavily. “I am afraid. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to be this close to you again.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “I keep telling my stalker sister to let me go. I can fucking handle myself.”

“She cares about you.” You mumbled into her shoulder. “Plus, telling someone to let you go while we’re in a real life scary movie is kind of ominous.”

Your tone was lighthearted, but you meant what you said. You couldn’t help feeling worried about Tara‘s choice of words.

If the time came to it where her sister or you were in danger, would she put herself at risk of being murdered instead of saving herself?

You would rather that not happen.

Sensing your discomfort, Tara’s smile faded as quickly as it came. “You’re coming with us, okay? We won’t be separated.”

The sick feeling in your stomach wasn’t going away, but you relaxed anyway. You wanted to be at the final showdown in case the plan went wrong.

Tara raised a brow, holding back a laugh. “Can you let me go? Sam is probably losing her shit right now.”

“Oh, fuck. Yes, I’m sorry.” You had forgotten why you were here in the first place. You let her down with caution.

Tara poked fun at your freaked out expression while you tried to erase any sign of sexual tension on you.

The two of you hurriedly moved out of the enclosed space as best you could without creating suspicion.

“There’s only one way in through these doors. When we trap him in here,” Kirby shook the gates forming a box in front of the creepy shrine entrance, which required a key card to be unlocked. “Bastard has nowhere to go.”

This place gave you the chills. You couldn’t believe you voluntarily agreed to come back. It was asking to be murdered.

Mindy was too late for the final showdown. She had to take a separate train with Ethan, and Sam hadn’t heard back from them since.

It showed on Sam’s face that she was as skeptical as you about the solidity of the plan, but it wasn’t your trauma that was displayed all over the theatre.

Her fear was more justified.

”Don’t worry, it’s safe here.” Kirby tried to soothe everyone’s anxiety.

But all of you listened to Mindy’s lectures about horror rules enough times to know that the place definitely wasn’t safe if someone had to vouch for it.

”Come on, let’s go.” Tara tugged on your arm, leading you the back room of the theater.

You tore your attention away from the Ghostface mannequins and followed her.

“I’m coming with.” Chad walked behind you to make damn sure you weren’t going to hurt Tara.

You and Tara were conversing by a table set up with cups and old, soft drinks that were left behind long ago.

Chad was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, supervising both of you.

“So…” Tara smiled, her eyes downcast as she fiddled with a cup.

She was being shy.

Your arm rested on the table and you leaned forward in interest, a sly smile on your face.

“I was thinking when we—”

The way she fluttered her eyelashes at you, and smiled so big that her dimples showed, had you thinking about how breathtaking she was.

And how lucky you were to have her attention like this.

You acted impulsively and dived in for a kiss, cutting off whatever she was going to say next.

You could feel her smiling, her lips melded perfectly with yours. You heard Chad yell, “Watch out!”

Just when you thought things were going smoothly, you were startled by Ghostface appearing behind Tara with a knife raised.

You were stuck in slow motion, watching in abject terror as Ghostface stabbed Tara in the back.

Tara nearly keeled over. “Fuck!”

“Guys, go now!” You shoved Tara towards Chad and delivered a punch to the masked killer’s face.

“You‘re getting what’s coming to you, you fucker!”

The murderer stumbled backwards momentarily, but then they stopped and tilted their head in a silent challenge.

Your blood ran cold. You knew what horror scene reenactment was coming up next.

You took off at the same time Ghostface lunged at you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You had never been so fucking scared for your life until now. When a murderer skilled in stealth and agility was chasing after you.

You ran in the direction you hoped Tara and Chad took. But maybe it would’ve been wise to lead the killer away from them.

You weren’t brave enough to do that alone.

The killer’s running footsteps completely deceased when you turned a corner into another room where you were met with the scared faces of Tara and Chad.

“Y/n!” Tara went to hug you, but Chad held her back.

“Wait. How do we know they aren’t one of the killers?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You threw your hands up in disbelief and clenched your jaw. “I would never agree to hurting, or remotely stabbing any of you!”

Tears were building up in your eyes and Tara observed you with the same glossy look.

“Alright, say I believe you—”

Chad was speaking, but something moving behind him caught your attention.

You didn’t waste any time to warn him, screaming at the top of your lungs. “Chad!”

Tara spun around and upon seeing Ghostface, she made the smart decision to walk backward towards you.

Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. A second Ghostface approached him.

Tara began to cry, panic rose in her voice as she bumped into you. “No, not Chad. No, please.”

You saw someone rush in out of your peripheral vision and jumped apprehensively.

It was Sam. Thank god.

Despite your disagreements, you were glad she was okay.

However, your relief was short lived. You witnessed the two Ghostfaces rip into Chad’s flesh with their knives. They kept gutting him, over and over.

Your mouth dropped at how brutal they were going at him. You could never imagine stabbing your worst enemy like that; it was fucking evil.

Tara was full on sobbing now, and you had to hold her back from doing something reckless.

Chad gurgled on his blood. “Run. Leave me and run.”

You winced at the squelching noise that emitted every time he was stabbed.

“We gotta go.” Sam said sternly.

She grabbed Tara’s hand, who hadn’t stopped begging for them to stop killing Chad, and dragged her the hell out of there. You were right on their tail.

The three of you ended up back in the main room with the creepy shrines.

“Uh, why is it just the three of us?” You surveyed the room nervously. “Where’s Kirby?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I got a phone call from Bailey. Apparently she’s not mentally stable and she’s not officially FBI, either.” Sam answered. She kept a protective arm around her sister.

“What? That’s bullshit.” You exclaimed while frowning. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah.” Tara’s voice was weak. “It doesn’t.”

You stared at Tara empathetically. “You guys are the core four,” You quoted Chad’s name for the OG Woodsboro group. “You’ll survive.”

Tara turned her head to look your way. Softly adding, “You’ll survive too.”

You weren’t too sure about that.

All of you were caught off guard by a loud clanging sound. You turned around to see Detective Bailey making his entrance into the theater with his gun lowered.

“Everyone alright?” The old man asked. “Where’s Kirby?”

“I-I don’t know.” Sam stammered.

“They knocked me out!” You whirled around in surprise as Kirby stumbled into the room.

Judging by the glaring bruise and laceration on her head, she was telling the truth.

But detective Bailey didn’t share the same sentiment. He was alarmed by her presence and raised his gun. “Stand down, Kirby!”

“What? I’m not the killer!” She shouted.

You really felt bad for Kirby; You knew what it has been like to be falsely accused.

You didn’t want to interrupt, lest you get caught up in the middle of a screaming match between two cops.

You witnessed her eyes gradually widen in fear, and she pointed frantically. “Behind you!”

Shots were fired and they hit Kirby. The wrong person. You were frozen to the spot as she dropped to the floor, your body trembled in fear.

You slowly faced Detective Bailey. Betrayal was written all over his smug face. The beaten up Ghostface mask stood next to him.

“No effing way.” You voiced aloud.

You heard boots clicking against tile and immediately tensed at the sight of the other Ghostface flanking the three of you from the side.

And they stopped right in front of you.

“Shit.” You whimpered. Your palms were becoming cold and clammy from nerves.

The killer shifted their feet and retreated away from you, standing menacingly next to old man Bailey.

“Sam Carpenter. I’ve been waiting for this.”

You didn’t know who this Detective was anymore. You were mad at yourself for not considering him as a suspect, but you’ve been too busy fighting to clear your name.

“You’re family.” Sam stated it as a fact.

You became more confused.

“You killed my son.” The detective’s eyes flared with rage. “I brought the family together to make you pay.”

The Ghostface on the right took off their mask to reveal…

Ethan. Of course, it was fucking Ethan.

You snorted. “I fucking called it. Your pathetic virgin act wasn’t fooling me.”

Except you didn’t predict they were all related to Sam’s ex-boyfriend, who was a vicious psychopath.

He glared at you with murderous intent that basically meant your fate was sealed. “It wasn’t an act.”

You pissed him off.

Good.

Anything to stop them from lashing out on Tara and her sister.

“Aw, really?” You pretended to pity him, sarcasm dripped from your tone. “I wonder why no one will fuck you.”

“You couldn’t handle me, asshole.” He pointed his knife at you. A sardonic laugh escaped from his mouth, “I actually wanted to fillet you. Not Chad.”

That made you shut up.

“But fuck, it felt good to kill him!” He confessed gleefully.

“I hate you.” Tara ground out.

You gripped her shoulder in a sense of protection and comfort.

“So, Mindy?” Sam fixed her eyes on the Ghostface that still had their mask on.

This particular reveal had your blood boiling.

It was none other than the Detective’s daughter, Quinn Bailey.

“I took the blame for your murder and you weren’t even fucking dead?”

You couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.

Quinn pouted mockingly. “I’m sorry. It was just so easy to pin it on you and we didn’t even have to orchestrate it. Crazy how anyone can’t be alone by themselves anymore without raising red flags.”

“I am so gonna fuck you up!” You threatened.

She gave you a condescending smile. “For an expendable character… you sure are brave.”

“Y/n is our scapegoat.” Her father was starting his monologue. “We needed someone to pin the killings on and what’s more perfect than my daughter’s best friend, who doesn’t even have the full trust of their own friends?”

“A little fake blood goes a long way.” Quinn said.

“All I had to do was be the first on the scene to swap out the body. Lay down a few prosthetics.”

You connected the dots. The air was suckered out of you as you fully realized the extent of their betrayal. “You’re the one who pinned the knife on me.”

There was no warmth in Detective Bailey’s smile. “It was actually Ethan’s idea.”

Ethan mirrored his father’s smile. “Everyone was extra suspicious of you, and neglected to keep an eye on me. It was surprisingly easy to go undetected.”

“I was the one who called you from Gale’s phone.” Quinn confessed. She wasn’t apologetic in the slightest.

“It would’ve worked, too.” Old man Bailey sneered. “We just didn’t account for the younger Carpenter sister having feelings for you.”

Ethan and Quinn began to go separate ways toward the three of you.

Tara was shaking. You squeezed her shoulder tight.

“Lucky me, huh?” You said dryly to the corrupt detective. “I’m capable of love. Which is more than what could be said for you sorry fucks.”

Quinn lurked right of Sam, behind the displays. Ethan stopped behind you.

You could feel the tip of a knife pressing into your back.

You weren’t sure who was shaking more at this point, you or Tara.

Something began to play on the screen behind you. You heard a man’s voice.

“Maybe I overindulged Richie’s love for these movies, but it was how we bonded.” Detective Bailey got a faraway look in his eyes.

“Gore and horror…” He shook his head. “Not my thing.”

“You hide it pretty well.” You pointed out like a smart ass.

You didn’t feel sympathetic for him at all; You only grew more angry. What kind of father discredits the victims of his son’s psychopathic behavior?

And Bailey blaming the Carpenter sisters for killing Richie in self defense because he was going to murder them for a stupid movie, that was twisted.

Dumb motives must run in the family.

You didn’t realize you said that out loud.

Detective Bailey turned his attention from Sam and onto you.

You were fucked. You knew that, but you didn’t see it coming this fast.

Detective Bailey raised his gun and didn’t hesitate to fire off a bullet into your shoulder.

You jerked at the force of the gunshot striking your body and stumbled backward, right where they wanted you.

Ethan’s knife entered into your flesh faster than you could scream.

Tara’s voice rung out, “Y/n!”

But she couldn’t move to reach you. Sam was protecting her and Quinn was in close proximity, taunting them with her knife.

Ethan slung an arm around your chest and pulled you closer to him. The knife wedged itself deeper in your back, and you cried.

“I got you and Chad.” He spoke into your ear as you gasped helplessly. “I win!”

Tara was crying with you. Her mascara running down her face.

There wasn’t much you could do to console her.

You were a wreck. Your face was perspiring and glistening with tears, and you were bleeding out.

You didn’t catch the rest of Bailey’s monologue because you kept zoning out, only hearing bits and pieces. “Until he was killed by you and your bitch of a sister!”

“Fuck you!” Sam yelled at Detective Bailey, and Quinn slashed her on the upper arm.

“Shut up, bitch!”

“Your son was a pencil dick who let his girlfriend do all the work.” Sam spat.

They weren’t listening to her. Detective Bailey glorified his son too much to believe the truth Sam was spewing.

“Tara, you ready?” Sam was now facing you. She must’ve been turned around when you weren’t paying attention.

Her eyes revealed that she had a plan up her sleeve. She was hiding something behind her back.

Tara whined in fear; she didn’t answer.

“I need you to be ready.” Sam emphasized calmly.

A beat of silence, then Tara’s voice came back firm. “I’m ready.”

“Y/n?” Sam was asking you the same question.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, so you just nodded.

Sam yelled out and hurled an object at Quinn. That was a signal.

You seized the opportunity to elbow Ethan in the ribs with all the strength you still had left, then you reared your head back. A loud cracking sound, and Ethan loosened his grip on you. You had shattered his nose.

With great regret, you reached behind you and pulled the knife out of your back. A pained groan slipped past your lips as you did so.

You just broke his nose and that bastard dared to smile at you.

You raised the knife over your head and charged at him while screaming.

All of the sudden, Quinn jumped out from nowhere and threw herself on you, efficiently throwing you off balance.

Both of you went tumbling into a display; the broken glass rained all around you.

"Fuck." You seethed, standing upright from where you had fallen. Your head was throbbing.

You were definitely bleeding through your bandage.

Quinn recovered as quickly as you did; She was standing across from you with her hair in a tangled mess and knife at her side.

"You were my best friend!" You hollered, gripping your knife tightly.

"Oh, get over it already!" She shouted back, then she rushed at you.

You crouched right when she reached you, grabbed her legs, and lifted her over your shoulder.

She thrashed around like a rabid animal, her feet kicking at nothing.

But the victory wasn't all yours.

Quinn managed to stab your shoulder blade before you body-slammed her onto the floor.

Her cries of agony were music to your ears.

You stood over her, breathing heavily. You contemplated how to make your revenge taste sweeter.

"Come on, Tara!"

Your attention was diverted to the Carpenter sisters trying to climb their way up a ladder.

Your worse nightmare was turning into reality.

You watched in paralyzing fear as the ladder gave out, and Tara didn't fall only because Sam caught her by the hand.

Your girlfriend dangled helplessly from the rafters, and a murderer was circling at her feet like a shark. Ethan was counting on her to fall so he could end her life.

No way in hell you were going to stand and let that happen.

"I'll be able to finally stick something in you, Tara!" Ethan called out.

You thought he was a depraved freak, but that was a creepy ass comment, even for him.

You took off running. All while keeping an eye on Tara and making sure you weren’t going to be too late to save her.

You dove and tackled Ethan away from Tara, moments before she could land in harm's way of his sharp blade.

"She's my girlfriend, asshole!" You delivered a punch to his face.

And man, it did feel good.

This part didn't.

A sick squelching sound came from your body as Ethan stabbed you in the stomach.

Twice.

Three times.

A fourth time.

And again. Over and over.

You stared into Ethan's soulless eyes, your mouth agape.

Blood was building up from your throat and into your mouth. Warmth was slowly abandoning your body, and you were frozen, wondering when it would stop. If he was going to stop.

His maniacal laughter echoed in your ears.

Now you realized exactly how Chad had felt.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the fate of death to finally strike you. This is it. This was the end of the line for you.

At least Tara was safe. That's all you wanted.

But she would be losing you.

"Tara..." You gasped.

Ethan sharply twisted the knife in your stomach when you mentioned her name. You winced, letting out one last mournful cry.

You grasped at his arm, but the blood loss made you exponentially weak and incapable of causing significant damage to your assailant.

Your eyes flew open at the tearing of flesh, and you half expected to see your intestines on the floor.

Instead, Ethan was choking on a knife. Literally. He was stabbed through the roof of his mouth.

You lifted your head to see who saved you. Tara loomed over Ethan, with blood splatters all over her face, looking rightfully pissed off.

And hot.

Your eyes widened in awe at the beautiful woman before you. Something churned in your gut, and it wasn't because of your stab wounds.

You pushed your carnal fascination aside to analyze later. If you survived, that is.

Ethan gurgled, and your attention left Tara for a second so you could relish in his pained expression. It was his turn to plead like a little bitch.

You heard laughter, and it wasn't coming from Ethan. Tara's grin was indecipherable as she chuckled lowly and sheathed the knife further into his jaw.

A tiny voice of concern was in the back of your mind. Maybe, just maybe, she was enjoying this too much.

But you couldn't lie. It affected you: her heavy-lidded eyes, the snarl on her lips, and how she chose the most violent approach to save you.

There was a certain aura of possessiveness masquerading as rage behind her actions.

She let Ethan suffer for a little longer before ripping the knife out of his mouth.

Some of his blood landed on your face, and finally, he crumpled weakly to the floor. Somehow, you kept yourself from falling with him, but he had let go of the knife in your stomach shortly after he was stabbed by Tara.

You let your eyes trail up Tara's body until you reached her face, and your eyes met.

You swallowed nervously.

She gazed at you intensely with a dark look; The knife glistened with blood as it was raised.

Was there something about her past that you didn't know? Something that could snap and make her capable of killing you?

You didn't like having these thoughts about her. This was the girl you loved. And she was a victim, not the mastermind.

However, if her trauma went untreated...

Exhaling, Tara tossed the knife aside, and it clattered on the floor. She outstretched her hand, the softness you recognized returning to her eyes as she regarded you with concern. "Can you stand?"

You pressed your hand tenderly against your stomach to calm the bleeding from your wounds while avoiding the knife Ethan left in you. One slight movement had numerous shocks of pain shooting up your spine.

Biting your lip, your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at her and shook your head.

Realization crossed her features, her expression growing pitiful.

A gunshot ran out from the rafters. Sam's voice was barely audible. Since you didn't have a confrontation with Detective Bailey, you assumed he was the last one standing and that Sam was the one confronting him.

"Come on."

Before you could protest, Tara stepped around Ethan's body, slung your arm over her shoulder, and wrapped her arm around your waist.

"Wait-" You drew in a sharp breath as you were forced upright; your wounds were stretched, making them ache and burn. "Shit."

Tara grunted. She tried her best to carry you while you were propped up against her, but she was having trouble walking.

"You're limping." You stated. You felt guilty for weighing her down like this. "Tara..."

"Don't." She snapped; her breathing was shortened. "If you think I'm dropping you. Think again because I'm not."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Sam screaming made both of you look up.

Your eyes widened in horror at Sam's falling body. She wasn't the only one thrown over the rafters; Detective Bailey was too.

You and Tara flinched as Sam and the detective landed in a memorial of the Ghostface killings and destroyed it.

Glass spilled out onto the floor.

You looked over at Tara. She was flabbergasted and open-mouthed, staring at her sister's unconscious body resting on broken shards of glass and other materials.

She didn't move, but you knew she needed to check on her sister. In the end, the only family they had was each other.

Tara might've had a friend group and you, but Sam didn't let anyone in because of her fucked up father's history and her psycho ex-boyfriend. That's why she was so protective of her younger sister.

Tara was all she had.

It took some time, but after Tara had convinced you that it would be easier for her to help Sam after she knew you were safe, she carried you into one of the backrooms.

Not the room where Chad... neither of you could stomach that.

She helped maneuver you into a sitting position on the floor. You sighed in relief when your back rested on a wall.

She placed her hand on the wall and crouched to your eye level. "I'm going to see if Sam is okay. It shouldn't take long, alright? I've called an ambulance, so they should get here soon. You're going to be fine."

You smiled weakly. She was being sweet and more careful than usual because you were bleeding out and dying, but regardless, she made you forget how much pain you were in.

She gave you a small smile in return and turned to leave.

You reached out and grasped her arm before she could go.

She stopped, looking at you curiously.

"I..." You could barely complete your sentence. "Love you."

She smiled wide this time, and her tired eyes seemed to shine from happiness. "Tell me later."

Then, Tara briskly walked out to save her sister. You were left alone, wondering if she would return to you safely.

“Y/n!”

The paramedics wheeled you on a stretcher out of the creepy Ghostface memorial slash abandoned theatre. It was now a huge murder scene.

You had an oxygen mask over your nose and mouth that helped you breathe.

You were so high on morphine and painkillers, and it was fucking great because you deserved that euphoric feeling after the events you just went through.

Tara jogged up to the stretcher. The paramedics stopped so she could chat with you.

“Hey.” You said tiredly, unable to change your facial expression because you were doped up. It felt awkward to smile.

But you were extremely happy to be alive with Tara.

“Hey stranger,” She was in a good enough mood for jokes, doing the smile that revealed her dimples. “Remember, when you told me you loved me?”

“Hmm?” You answered noncommittally.

“I knew it. You are so high.” Tara laughed.

She understood because she had been through Ghostface attacks before.

And she survived again.

This time, she had you.

“I am so high.” You agreed, smiling slightly behind the oxygen mask.

Tara tentatively lifted the mask off, and you look over at her, puzzled.

You were surprised when she tugged you in for a kiss. It was slow and tender with the perfect amount of desperation.

“We got another one here!”

You broke apart from the kiss at the same time Tara did. Both of you turned your heads and saw Chad being wheeled out the same way you were.

You were matching with him. He looked in pretty bad shape, the same as you.

He was parked beside you, and Tara immediately addressed the elephant in the room, ”How are you alive??”

You had the same reaction.

”Core four!” Chad’s yell was muffled. He pumped his fist in the air like an idiot.

Tara glanced at you with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Core five! For y/n.”

“That doesn’t rhyme, though.” Chad complained halfheartedly.

Sam walked up to the three of you with a smile.

She placed her hands on Tara’s shoulders and spoke directly to you. “Thank you for taking care of my sister and fighting alongside us. It was very brave.”

“Apology accepted for accusing me.” You smiled to show that you were joking.

“If we’re accepting apologies…” Your attention was focused on Mindy shyly walking towards you as if you were going to hurl something at her.

“After being stabbed 10 times, I’m over that. Trust me.” You said truthfully, then added in a more lighthearted tone, “But you’re forgiven.”

Mindy was visibly relieved, then she immediately changed topics. “I can’t believe I missed the monologue again!”

You nodded in agreement.

You would’ve loved to see Detective Bailey quivering in fear as he had his ass handed to him, but you knew Tara would tell you all the details later.

Poor Mindy, though. She missed the entire final act.

The oxygen mask was placed back on your face with care. Tara turned back to look at Sam. “Can we ride with y/n to the hospital?”

She was asking for permission.

Sam was caught off guard and torn between Tara’s hopeful tone. She thought about it for a moment, and conceded.

“If they’ll let us.” She said with a smile.

[maybankswhore]

the five love languages : physical touch

jj maybank— just a touched starved boy.

part one in the five love languages:

the five love languages— “What is a love language? The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express love to—and receive it from—a partner.”

jj maybank loves you the most when he’s holding your angel hand in his.

jj would never admit he needed anything from anyone in his life.

his pride was bigger than that.

on the outside he was confident , quirky. always quit witted and lightening the mood with a joke here and there.

but on the inside he was screaming.

you knew it would be hard to get jj to open up.

he wasn’t used to people caring about him.

he wasn’t used to being important.

the minute his walls broke down and your arms wrapped around his shivering and shaking body one night— he knew he had loved you.

for the first time in what felt like a lifetime , jj finally knew what it felt like to be loved by someone.

and not the kind of love he got from pogue’s.

the kind of love people always talked about. the kind of love jj swore would never exist for him.

you became his lifeline.

he didn’t care what he had planned , or what he was doing. . . for you , he’d drop it all just for a second of being around you.

his hands always fell into your hair , absentmindedly playing with the strands.

he loved when your head was in his lap , the warmth of your cheek and breath regulating his body temperature.

sometimes he’d fall asleep just like that.

his arms were always around your waist so the two of you were touching by the hips. engrossed in conversations with the pogue’s , or on his break at work— at school or at a party , it didn’t matter to jj. he didn’t care about anything other than knowing you were right there next to him.

sometimes for movie night he’d sit on the floor whilst you sat on the couch. his eyes would slit in comfort with each leg on either side of him , caressing your ankle with his thumb while holding onto it.

he was so attentive with you.

his phone was 9/10 on silent when the two of you hung out.

the longest phone call the two of you had was about an hour long at most because he was always with you , next to you.

he was clingy.

but the kind of clingy that wasn’t too much or annoying.

it was the kind of clingy that only a teenage boy in love with a girl like you could.

jj liked when you read books to him. the sound of your voice was his favorite sound , a lullaby sometimes. it was gentle , sweet.

he never got tired of hearing it.

he liked to shower with you.

washing your hair was his favorite part.

“oh my gosh will you stop moving!” said jj with an exasperated sigh. his fingers massaging in your shampoo tickled the back of your neck just a bit , causing you to shuffle around with giggles.

your laugh making him grin like a kid in a candy store.

“i’m sorry! it tickles!” you huffed , regaining your balance.

jj only peppered kisses on the back of your neck , feelin’ so giddy as you squealed in a fit of laughter , trying to run away from the ticklish feeling.

one of his favorites were boneyard parties.

he loved how carefree you got. he loved when you’d hold his hand and force him to dance with you.

“so close but so far away.” jj muttered with his hands around your waist and his forehead on top of yours. it was physically impossible to be any closer , but if jj could break the barriers of skin and bones and hold your soul in his forever— he’d do it in a heartbeat.

you loved it just as much , relishing in the feverish feeling his hands on your skin gave you. you smiled in response and leaned in to kiss him sweetly , your eye’s fluttering closed.

“do you think she ever gets annoyed by it?” pope asked the pogue’s , nodding towards the two of you on the far left of the beach too entranced in one another to care.

“no. if soulmates are real , it’s them.” kiara answered.

and there was never a day that you doubted jj maybank was in fact , your soulmate.

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this will be series with the pogue’s of the five love languages ( i have a previous headcanon with rafe that is similar but not apart of the series! )

[aesthetixhoe]

spooky flirting — E.L.

warnings: underage drinking? (you and ethan are 19), cursing, scaryyyyy movies ;)

word count: ---

pronouns used: she/her, reader wears a dress

request: “Hey! I saw ur ethan landry headcannon ab e’s fav holiday being halloween and was wondering if u could do a fic where the reader and him bond over their love of halloween or something similar! xx ” ily sm for this idea nonnie! <33

might make a part 2, let me know if you guys want it!

Parties sucked. You always interrogated yourself on why you even went to them, you always ended up slightly drunk, with some random dudes number in your phone because you were too nice to decline, and a slight hangover. You could say it was because you were trying to have fun, meet new people, maybe hookup with someone. But if you were honest, you didn't know.

You sat on a couch, red solo cup in hand, slowly sipping whatever was in it, until a very blocky costume came into view. Your interest peaked, you looked over at him. It was a boy from your econ class Ethan... Laundry? Loundry? Something like that. He was wearing a knight costume, made fully out of cardboard. It made you smile.

Normally at frat parties it's just guys half naked. Like the one who walked in with Ethan, who was wearing a hat, ascot, and shorts.

“So Ethan, who're you gonna hit on tonight?” Chad hits Ethan's chest while he asks.

“W-what? No one!” He stutters out, turning red. How could Chad talk so freely about hitting on someone?

“C'mon man, you're a snack!” Chad yells over the music. “What about her? ” He nods over to you. Your costume, your hair, your face, everything about you made his eyes widen and his mouth drop into a small, open mouth smile.

“Woah...” His admiration of you made his cheeks flush further.

“I'll take that as a yes bro!” Chad smiles. His face falls when he sees the look of panic on Ethan's face.

That is until he realizes the cause of panic is simply because you're walking over. “Look! She wants you too dude. I'll leave you two alone!” he drags out the last word while walking away. Ethan is left alone and panicked, seeing how you haven't changed your course of direction.

“Hey, I like your costume! Did you make it?” You shout over the music. His eyes avoid yours, almost as if he's trying to convince himself that you're not there.

“Thanks!” He yells back. He looks so scared.

“Did you make it yourself?” You ask, moving behind a wall so you can hear his response.

“Yeah! I made it like 3 hours ago.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling as his smile gets wide. He looks so beautiful.

“Really? That's awesome!” You exclaim. You nod towards the door, hinting that you wanted to go outside.

He followed your lead, moving outside and sitting on the porch of the house. You could finally hear each other without having to shout. “But yeah, I made it. I really like Halloween so I knew I wanted to do something handmade, but my room mate, Chad, didn't give me much of a heads up... That's why this isn't the best looking.” He explains, looking at his lap and playing with his fingers.

“Hey, I still think it looks awesome! Like your helmet? That has amazing attention to detail dude. Who knew a guy could be good at economics and art.” You snicker under your breath. He looks over at you bewildered for knowing you two shared a class. Sure, you didn't know his last name, but you knew he was Ethan, he was cute, and he was good at econ.

“You know we have econ together?” He asks quietly, almost as if he was asking it to himself instead of you.

“Yeah, I know you're Ethan... Something... I know it is like Laundry but not quite!” You say, embarrassed you don't know his last name.

“Landry...” He blushes.

“Well hello, Ethan Landry. I'm [Y/n] [Y/L/N].” You stick out your hand to him, which he hesitantly grabs. His hands are warm. “So you like Halloween you said?” You ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah! I uh... Actually went through a small cosplay phase where I made my pieces myself...” He trailed off, letting go of your hand as he gets embarrassed. “Yeah, Halloween is my favorite.” He says simply, and sadly.

“Mine too!” You nudge him with your shoulder. “There's no reason to be embarrassed around me, by the way. I think it's cool you used to cosplay, I kinda always wanted to.” you smile sweetly at him.

“I don't like to think about it...” He shyly laughs.

“I really like your laugh...” You think aloud, catching both you and Ethan off guard. You clear your throat, trying to move on quickly, “So, what's your favorite Halloween candy?”

“I like chocolate, so basically everything is good for me.” He jokes for the second time tonight. He was starting to get more comfortable with you, and you were really happy about it.

There's a beat of silence where you're both just looking at each other smiling. He had such pretty eyes. And lips... And face.

He leans into your ear and whispers in your ear “So [Y/n], what's your favorite scary movie..?” Yup, he was definitely getting comfortable. His breath was hot against your ear and cheek, giving you goosebumps.

This was a huge step out of Ethan's comfort zone. He never flirted with anyone. Let alone a very attractive girl like you.

“I uh... I don't know, would you wanna watch a scary movie with me sometime?”

“W-What?” He looks at you, falling back into his flustered self.

“Yeah! You could come to my place, I have Netflix, Hulu, all of ‘em. No pressure though, if you don't want to that's ok!” You preface looking up at him, awaiting a response.

“Uh... Yeah. Ok.” He smiles small, playing with his fingers again.

“How about tomorrow?” You ask him while pulling out your phone.

“Yeah, that's good for me.”

“Ok, type in your number and I'll text you my address.” You explain while giving him your phone. He smiles to himself, cheeks turning a light pink when he notices that for the contact name you've typed in “Ethan :)” He was smiley face worthy.

After you've taken your phone back, you stand, ready to say goodbye and leave. He was a touch sad, realizing what was about to happen. He really liked talking to you. He didn't want it to be over.

“I'll text you when I get home! See ya tomorrow Ethan.” You call out, walking backwards away from the house.

“Bye!” He smiles. God you were beautiful.

He just stood there, looking at the spot you were sitting in a few moments ago.

“Yes dude! I knew you had it in you!” He hears a familiar voice shout out from behind him. Ethan's head drops fully, groaning.

“Chad, shut up!”