It was the perfect Friday night. Y/N's adopted father, Dewey, was out of town and he was settling down for a movie when he received a call.
"Hello.," he asked.
A garbled female voice answered, "Hello Y/N."
"Who is this?," he asked, assuming it was a prank caller.
"You could call me a secret admirer.," she said slyly.
"That's not the words I'd use.," Y/N remarked roughly. Y/N looked out the main window, but couldn't see anyone outside.
"I mean, you certainly look ravishing in those gray sweatpants.," the voice purred.
"Why does it matter to you?," Y/N huffed, a bit flustered.
"I love a guy in grey sweatpants. They just fit you so well and outline every detail. In fact, I'm going in to see for myself.," she proclaimed.
The lights shut off, shrouding the house in darkness. The only light available was Y/N's phone and the street lamps outside.
'Ok, enough is enough.' He got up from the couch, intent on getting a knife from the kitchen when a figure stepped out of the shadows.
"What's wrong Y/N, you're acting like you've seen a ghost?," she commented, a playful edge to her voice as if she wasn't an intruder in his house. He made to run past her, but the figure pulled a knife from behind her back.
"Ah, ah, ah, you won't be needing anything. Now, you're going to take your cute self and lie on the couch." Y/N obeyed, not really given much of a choice.
"What do you want?," you asked nervously, eyes darting around for an escape route. However, those hopes were dashed when the figure climbed onto Y/N's lap, straddling him.
"Relax, I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to spend time with you. Besides, I've noticed the looks you've given me these past few weeks.," the voice continued.
"Looks?" Your heart seemed to have dropped into your rear. "Wait, who are you?"
Ghostface reached up and removed her mask, revealing the adorable freckles and dimples you associated with Tara.
"Surprise. I figured I'd give you a little Halloween scare.," Tara giggles.
"If you wanted to give me a scare, couldn't you have done it another way?," he asked, while his heart tried to slow down.
Tara shrugged playfully. "I wanna gift you something." She pulled something from her jacket pocket, something small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.
She opened her hand to show a necklace with Y/N's first initial. "I figured it was a nice little gift for you after the bracelet you gave me."
Tara unclipped the necklace before re-clipping it behind his neck. "Thank you! It's a really sweet gift, Tara."
Y/N pulled her in for a kiss that quickly turned hungry between the two. The kiss quickly escalated with the couple getting a taste of each other.
Tara ran her fingers along the bulge in your sweatpants. "Now, I wasn't joking about you looking good in these gray sweatpants. I want you inside me."
Tara helped Y/N get out of his sweatpants and boxers as Tara removed her panties. Tara lowered herself onto him, gasping and closing her eyes as his length filled her completely.
Once Tara came back to her senses, she squeezed around Y/N, eliciting a moan from him. "You're so tight!," he groaned, as Tara started bouncing in his lap.
Y/N couldn't help but find Tara beautiful as he thrusted up to meet her hips.
Tara felt like she was seeing stars as she stared down into Y/N's eyes. Those e/c eyes staring at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
Their moans bounced around the room as Tara rode you like a bronco for several minutes. Tara moaned as one of her sensitive spots was hit multiple times. "Y/N, I'm so close!," she screamed.
Y/N switched positions so Tara was lying on her back as Y/N thrusted into her. Tara climaxed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he climaxed with her.
Y/N lay down next to Tara and held her as they caught their breath.
"So, when does your dad get home?," Tara panted.
"Sunday night.," Y/N answered. Tara crawled on top of Y/N, the pupils of her for brown eyes blown out.
"Good. Because we're gonna have a lot of time to spend together.," Tara commented, before leaning down to catch his lips in another kiss.
Warning(s): ghostface!Tara, canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of stitches
Word count: 5k words
Summary: A new ghostface has been terrorizing Woodsboro. After one of your friends is killed, you fear how close the killer might be. You could’ve never guessed Tara was the one behind everything
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Tara Carpenter had been a constant in your life ever since you had memory.
When you lost your first tooth, she helped you hide it underneath your pillow and slept with you, holding you so you wouldn’t be taken by the Tooth Fairy. When you broke your leg trying to skateboard at fourteen, she was there on the drive to the hospital, holding your hand and telling you everything was going to be okay. When you failed your math final and your father hit you for the first time, she was there, screaming at him and dragging you towards her house.
When everything else went to shit, Tara was there, next to you, helping you through it. So when murders began to happen again in Woodsboro, she was, of course, there.
You were staying at her house for the weekend, enjoying the calmness after so many days of chaos within the school walls. Another ghostface— god, you couldn’t believe it. People wouldn’t shut up about it either.
“Y/N,” Tara called from the kitchen. You muted the TV, turning to look at her. When she entered the room, she was smiling. “The popcorn’s almost ready.”
“Cool,” you said, getting up to grab two cans of soda from the fridge.
“Hope the movie’s ready when I get there,” Tara turned back towards the kitchen, humming as she stared at the microwave. She seemed happy— happier than usual. You could only assume it was because summer vacation was getting closer. She hated school.
“Wanna know what we're gonna watch?” You asked, setting a glass on the coffee table. Tara hated drinking soda directly from the can.
“What are you watching?” She said. She only stopped looking at you when the microwave beeped. She put the bag of popcorn out, and poured the content into a bowl.
“Just the news,” you said, raising your shoulders.
“Turn that off,” she said, walking towards the sofa. She set the popcorn down harsher than necessary, sitting beside you. “You know how you get with this stuff.”
You nodded, deciding to open the Netflix app on the TV. Tara was right— you hated the whole ghostface fiasco. If you had to be honest, it scared you to pieces, though you would never admit it out loud in fear people would call you a coward. You sometimes wished you could just move out of Woodsboro, its bloody history making your bones chill. But of course, you were still underage so leaving was not an option, and even if it was, that would mean leaving Tara.
You couldn’t leave her, not after she was abandoned by her father and her sister, and her mother became a drunk. You had promised it the night Tara ran to your house, crying as she told you that Sammy is gone. You had held her throughout the night, whispering in her ear that she wasn’t alone.
“I’m right here. I’m never going to leave you,” you had pulled away then, looking into her brown eyes, surrounded by red from all the crying. “We’ll always be together.”
Something had changed in her face then, something that had made you realize it wasn’t simple words— it was a promise. One you weren’t sure how far Tara would take it to make sure you kept it.
“Sorry if I was harsh,” Tara said, as you scrolled through the multiple movie options. You turned to look at her. “I’m— I didn’t mean it that way.”
“You weren’t harsh,” you said, leaving the remote on the sofa to grab her hand. You wrapped your arms around her left one, resting your head on her shoulder. “You’re right. I get really spooked by those things. I know you’re just trying to protect me.”
And it was true. Ever since you were kids, Tara had protected you. Once, when a group of children had pushed you off a swing, she had punched one straight on the nose, hard enough to make it bleed. She had them feigned regret, telling the mother of the kid she was swinging her hands around and he just ran into her fist. You had backed her up, and after a while the mother had given up and had left the two of you alone.
It got worse after her father left, and once her sister did as well… Tara changed. She was still sweet, and caring, and the best friend in the entire world, but sometimes she would get this look on her face when you declined hanging out with her, or when you talked about how cute that guy from the TV show you were watching was. You weren’t sure what exactly it was; if it really was anything at all and not just your mind playing tricks on you, but whatever it was, you hoped it never got worse.
“I am,” Tara said. She kissed you on the head. “I will always protect you.”
You hummed, eyes getting heavy. Tara was always so warm, it felt nice to rest against her.
“Oh! Titanic,” you said. You two alternated every movie night to have control over the movie choices; you would always pick the romances or the romcoms, and Tara would choose scary movies that always ended up with you screaming and hiding your face in Tara’s neck.
“You’re a hopeless romantic,” Tara said, laughing. She grabbed the popcorn and set it on her lap, leaning back against the sofa as you pressed play.
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Wes Hicks was found dead the following day, stabbed through the heart and neck, the cut so fiercely that the killer had almost fractured the bones on his spine. He was the fourth victim, and the closest to your group of friends.
Wes’ mother, Judy, had woken you and Tara up that morning, eyes red as she frantically asked you to go to the police station. You had gotten into her car, confused; she had almost dragged you towards it, so fast that you were still wearing your pjs and Tara’s jacket— she had lent it to you after she saw you shaking in the morning breeze.
“I can’t believe Wes is dead,” Chad said. After the interrogations, you had gathered around with Tara, Amber, Mindy and her outside the police station.
“Me either,” you said.
Amber rolled her eyes when she saw you were crying. “Honey, don’t be a crybaby. He was a dork anyways.”
You looked taken back by her words. “Wes is— was a good person. Don’t talk about him like that.”
“What are you gonna do?” She asked, moving closer to you. “Stab me?”
“What the fuck, Amber?” Mindy said, pushing her away. “Stop acting like that. Our friend is dead.”
“And we might be next,” she said, raising her shoulders. “Who the fuck knows. He was the weakest one anyway.”
“Don’t say that,” you said, sharply. You knew deep down that if someone from your friend group were to die, it would be Wes, but that didn’t mean she had to be so cruel about it, especially when his mother was a few feet away, mourning him.
“Where were you last night?” Mindy asked, crossing her arms.
Amber looked at her, and then laughed. “In my fucking house, where else?” After a moment of silence, she crossed her arms as well, moving to be in front of Mindy. “And why the fuck are you asking me that?”
“You seem rather relaxed and almost happy that your supposed friend is dead,” Chad said. “You can’t blame us for asking.”
“Oh, but I can,” Amber said, in a soft voice. “Because I can also ask where you were, and where your girlfriend was.”
“Leave Liv out of this,” Chad said, walking towards the dark-haired woman.
“Maybe you are the killer,” Amber said, eying the twins. “You two; the brains,” she pointed towards Mindy, “and the muscle.”
“I was with Liv,” Chad said.
“And I was with Frances,” Mindy said, harshly.
Amber looked at you then. “And what about you?”
“I was with Tara the entire day,” you said, feeling uncomfortable under her stare. You hated that Tara was being surprisingly quiet and wasn’t defending you.
“How convenient,” Amber said, shaking her head. “Everyone but me has a perfect alibi.”
“Maybe it’s because you are the killer,” Mindy said.
“Fuck off,” Amber said. “I’m not. But…” she turned to look at you— no, right behind you. Something crossed Amber’s face then, and she laughed. “Oh, I know just who the person is,” she said. “I know exactly who the new ghostface is,” she chuckled, turning around.
“What?” Mindy asked, looking taken back by her sudden change. “Amber!”
“What?” Amber said, getting out her car keys. “Angry I figured it out before the queen of horror?”
Tara ran after Amber, stopping her. The three of you looked as they talked, and then Amber left pushing Tara away.
“What did she say?” Chad asked.
“I asked her to go to the police,” Tara said, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I told her if she knew something she should go tell Judy, so we can get justice over Wes, but she said she doesn’t fuck with the police. Whatever that means.”
“It means she’s lying,” Mindy said. “She doesn’t know who ghostface is, and is just trying to fuck with us.”
“I think so too,” Tara said. “I just hope ghostface didn’t hear her.”
“Should we tell Judy?” You asked, leaning into Tara’s body. “Maybe he’s heard and Amber is her next victim.”
The four of you went quiet. You looked around, noticing how many people were in the surroundings of the police station. It ought to be busy, considering what had just happened, but that could mean ghostface was around, watching you and choosing his next target. A chill went down your body, and you burrowed your body into Tara’s. She held you closer, feeling your uneasiness.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tara said. You could feel the vibrations of her voice through her body. “Amber is just fucking with us, and Judy has enough to deal with already. Giving her a possible lead and it turning into Amber being an idiot…”
“It’d break her heart,” you said, understanding her reasoning. “You’re right. Besides, it’s not like ghostface would just be stalking us… right?”
“Yeah,” Mindy said. She too was looking around, taking in all the faces surrounding your group. Inconspicuously, she pulled out her phone and took photos of the people. “Just in case.”
“Good thinking,” you said, making Mindy smile.
“I say we go back home and wait until we know something else,” Chad said. He turned to look at you. “Your mom is still off on that business trip, right?” You nodded. After your father left, your mother got a job that required her to be away for long periods of time. It paid the bills, so you didn’t complain much. “Then go to Tara’s, or Tara goes to your house. Once Liv is done being interrogated, I’ll take her to our house,” he looked at Mindy, who nodded. “And tomorrow we gather around and try to figure out who this fucker is. But until then, no one goes anywhere alone.”
“What about Amber?” you asked.
“Her house has a dope security system,” Tara said. “She’s safer inside her house. We’ll text her later about tomorrow. Maybe she actually knows who’s ghostface.”
“I doubt it,” Mindy said, never once the one who was okay with losing.
“I doubt it as well,” Tara said. “But we won’t know until tomorrow. So today we do what Chad said. Got it?”
All of you nodded, but you still felt something gripping at the back of your throat. Something was off, something that Amber could have figured out, but what was it?
“Hey,” Tara said, opening the car door for you. “It’s going to be fine, okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, eyes staring straight ahead.
You could be the next victim. You could already see the headlines: Y/N Y/L/N, dead at 18. You looked over at Tara. She could be the next one.
“What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. She closed the car door and locked it, turning once again to look at you. “What is it, baby?”
You felt tears in your eyes. “Don’t leave me.”
“I would never leave you,” Tara said, cradling your face in her hands. “Never, okay?”
“What if you’re the next one?” You asked. You could almost see it; Tara, laying breathless on the ground, blood slowly clogging around stab wounds. “I— I don’t want you to die. Please. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered. “And nothing is going to happen to me, okay? I’m going to be with you all day, and then we’ll take down that asshole together.”
“Please, don’t die,” you begged, grabbing her by her shirt. “Please.”
“I won’t,” she said. You couldn’t believe how sure she sounded.
You shook your head, and without stopping to think of the consequences, you cut the distance between your lips. Tara responded automatically, grabbing your neck and deepening the kiss. After a moment of just enjoying her close to you, you pulled away. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” she said. She was still holding you by the neck. “Where did that come from?” She whispered. Her breath hit your lips, and you licked them, looking into her eyes.
“I— I’m not sure,” you said. You rubbed your nose against her, making her laugh softly. “I didn’t want one of us to die without doing this.”
“We’re not going to die,” she said. “Scratch that. I must’ve died and gone to heaven, because this is all I ever wanted.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “I think I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
You chuckled, pulling away to caress her cheek. “If we make it—”
“We will.”
“If we make it,” you said, giving her a hard look. She laughed, moving her hand towards your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
She smiled, lips stretching almost painfully. You couldn’t help yourself from kissing her again, teeth crashing into each other as you laughed. You had been wanting to kiss her for ages, and it had taken a new ghostface for you to gather up your courage.
A new ghostface. Wes, dead. And here you were, kissing and laughing with Tara. It felt like a dishonor to his memory.
“What is it?” Tara asked, noticing how your face had dropped.
“I just can’t believe he’s gone,” you whispered, blinking at the new tears that were trying to escape. “He was alive just yesterday, talking and laughing… it’s not fair.”
“It isn’t,” Tara agreed, resting a hand on your thigh. “But we’re going to figure it out, alright? And you’re going to be just fine.”
You chuckled. “You can’t promise that, Tara. Not when there’s a killer on the loose.”
Tara smiled then, and something in the back of your mind screamed at the sight; that wasn’t her normal smile, the one she had just given you after the kiss. It was gone the next second, when she reached over the console to kiss you on the cheek, and you smiled softly at the gesture. God, this whole mess was driving you crazy.
“You’re safe,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
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You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a noise somewhere in the house. You sat up in Tara’s bed, reaching for her side of the bed.
Empty.
You had spent the entire day with her, laughing and stealing kisses. She had ordered chinese and had let you put on one of your favorite comedies to make sure your mind stayed away from Wes. She had even made you lasagna, even though she always complained about how dragging it was to make it all for it to end up tasting like feet, and you had fallen asleep shortly after, the taste of her mother’s wine still on your lips as you kissed her goodnight.
“Tara?” You asked, rubbing your eyes. Your head hurt as you got up, going to the bathroom. She wasn’t there either. You walked back to the bedroom as quietly as possible, grabbing your phone. You turned on the flashlight and, after a moment where you took a deep breath and gathered some courage, you walked downstairs.
You walked into the kitchen, thinking maybe Tara had gone there for a glass of water. Instead, you found it empty. You turned on the light and tried calling Tara, but it went straight to voicemail.
Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong.
You grabbed a knife and turned around, looking at the place. It seemed empty, but was it? Had ghostface somehow gotten inside the house? Had Tara gone to check out some noise, just like you were doing now, and ghostface had killed her?
“Tara?” You asked in a whisper, rushing to turn on the lights of the living room.
Nothing. You looked behind the sofa, and the closet beside the front door where Tara kept all her coats. Nothing. You made sure the front door was closed, and then ran towards the dining room. Nothing. Nothing.
Where the hell was Tara?
You decided to check the bedrooms upstairs, and moved towards the kitchen to grab a bigger knife. Before you could, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you back to the living room, turning off the lights as they went. You tried to scream, and even bite off the hand, but they were wearing thick gloves that all it did was make your jaw hurt.
“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you,” you heard that disgusting modulated voice, and tears began to fall.
Ghostface was going to kill you. Ghostface had killed Tara, and she was probably laying in one of the guest rooms upstairs, her blood staining the carpet.
Once he let you go, you turned around, ready to stab him right in the chest. But he was faster, grabbing your hand and twisting it until you dropped the knife. You gasped, feeling tears as you saw your only lifeline fall to the ground in front of your eyes.
You were dead. All he had to do now was raise his knife and—
He did raise his hand, but it was empty. He grabbed your face, caressing your cheek. The material of the glove was surprisingly soft against your skin.
“Fuck you,” you said, trying to punch him in the face. He grabbed your other hand, and pushed you towards his body. The warmth felt familiar, and the smell… no, it couldn’t be.
You looked in complete shock as ghostface raised his hand and took off his mask.
Your knees almost gave in when you looked into Tara’s eyes.
No. No. No fucking way. This had to be a nightmare. Tara wouldn’t…
She wouldn’t, would she?
“Baby,” Tara whispered, dropping the mask to the ground. She stepped towards you, but you immediately moved away as you shook your head. It couldn’t be.
“You’re pranking me,” you said, voice shaky. “You— it can’t be.”
“Baby, let me explain,” she said. Though the awful mask was on the ground, she was still wearing the black robe. It made her look terrifying against the darkness, almost as if she was a flying head.
“Explain?” You asked, putting even more distance between the two of you. “You’re— you’re ghostface?”
“Yes,” Tara said. She was starting to look desperate, and you didn’t want to know what she would do then.
Would she kill you, just like she had killed Wes and those other three students? Were you her next victim? Was what had happened today all a lie, a way to get you to lower your defenses? If you hadn’t woken up, would she have stabbed you in your sleep?
“God,” you said. The tears were falling too fast now. You could barely breathe.
“Baby, listen to me,” Tara was begging. She wanted to get close to you so she could kill you? You looked at her hands, raised in surrender. Where was she keeping her knife? “Please, just let me explain.”
“You’re going to kill me,” you said, crying.
“No!” She said, in a rush. She frantically shook her head, walking all the way until she had you in her arms. You tried not to shake. “Baby, Y/N— please, look at me. Please.”
Her left hand grabbed your chin, guiding your face until you had no choice but to look at her. “Tara, how could you?” Her gloves felt wet, and you touched your chin, looking to see your fingers bloody. “God. God, Tara. This is blood.”
“It’s not mine,” she said, cursing to herself as she took off the gloves. Stupid, she should’ve taken them off before touching you.
“Whose is it?” You asked, drying your hand on your shirt. “Fucking tell me!” You pushed at her chest, hating how much she was prolonging it. You just wanted her to kill you so you could be over this panic.
“Amber’s.”
Your breath caught in your throat at the name. So she knew— she had figured out Tara was the killer, and that had gotten her killed. You couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What?”
“When she said she knew who the killer was,” Tara said, once again moving towards you. “I ran to her and told her we’d talk at night,” she was soft as she grabbed your hands. It felt nice to finally feel her skin on yours. “She said yes, because she wanted to be part of it. The fucking hero who will bring the Stab movies back from it’s fall from grace,” you swallowed hard, trying not to picture Tara stabbing Amber. “I put sleeping pills on the wine,” your breath was momentarily stuck in your throat; so that was why she had declined the glass you had offered her. “So you would fall asleep fast. That way I could go talk to get and not implicate you. It was to keep you safe, and out of this.”
“Jesus Christ,” you rubbed your forehead. Now it made sense why your head had hurt so much when you had woken up. It was a wonder you were even awake now, which was probably why she had been more careless moving around the house and making noises.
“ I was just going to talk to her. I swear. I didn’t want to kill her,” she sounded desperate as she grabbed your cheeks, making you look at her. “She kept the back door open, and I got in. I had the ghostface costume on my back because I knew she’d want to see it. And she did. God, her eyes…” she shook her head. “She was delighted when I told her how I killed Wes, and those three other boys.” Those three other boys who had asked you out this past year, you completed the sentence. How could you have been so stupid to not connect everything before? It all pointed towards you, which in turn pointed towards Tara. “But then,” Tara said. “But then she started to talk about my sister, and—” she shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. We were going to arrange an attack on her, to eliminate her as a suspect, and then one on me. But I knew the more she talked, that she was planning on killing you. Her movie could only have two survivors. I knew it, and she knew it. I couldn’t allow it. So I went into the bathroom while she was typing on her computer with a smile on her face and put on the mask and the robe, and then I killed her. She couldn’t kill you.”
“Why?” You asked, trying not to notice Tara’s fingers gently drying your tears. “Because I’m yours to kill?”
“No!” Tara said. “You— no. Please, don’t ever say that,” the desperation in her voice surprised you. “Please. No. Never. I will never let anyone hurt you, not even myself. I will never hurt you.”
“Tara, you’re a murderer,” you said, blinking rapidly. You refused to cry anymore. You were too angry to shed any more tears. “You fucking killed Wes!”
“Because he was going to steal you,” Tara said. Her eyes were wide open; it made her look terrifying, so different from the girl you’ve known for so long. “He was in love with you. I heard him talk with Chad, saying how he wanted to ask you on a date. I couldn’t let him do it.”
“God, Tara…” you closed your eyes, letting your head fall towards the wall. You weren’t even sure when she had cornered you, but it made your heart beat faster when you realized you had nowhere else to go. “You… you’re crazy. Like clinically sick in the head. Mental asylum type of way.”
“You drive me crazy,” she whispered, her lips hovering over yours. You put your hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. “I did all of this for you. So we could be together.”
“Tara—”
“We have to be together,” she said. “Don’t you see? It’s always been you and I. My father left, my sister left, my mother doesn’t even look my way on the rare occasion she’s home… but you have never left me, because you’re my constant. I can’t let anyone take you away from me. I’d go crazy without you.”
“And this is not crazy?” You asked, fisting her robe harshly. You couldn’t help but remember just that morning, when you had grabbed her shirt the same way to push her towards you. The memory tasted bittersweet now, tainted by her recent actions.
“This is me making sure things stay the same,” Tara said. Her nose caressed your neck, and you let her. Your body was completely petrified. “We’ve been so good lately. You even kissed me today. You want to be my girlfriend. You asked me on a date.”
“That was before,” You said, shaking your head.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, desperate. “I’m still the same person I was this morning.”
“I thought I knew you,” you said in a whisper. “I thought… I thought we were in this together. I didn’t know you were a fucking killer.”
Tara swallowed, tears in her eyes. “Please,” she said, hands on your hands. “Please, please. Y/N, please. Don’t leave me.”
“Tara…”
“I’ll beg until my throat is raw. I’ll beg on my knees— do you want me to get on my knees and ask you for forgiveness? I will right now. I’ll do whatever you want.”
You rushed to grab her forearms when you saw her beginning to lower herself onto the ground. “Don’t do that,” you said through gritted teeth. “Get up. Jesus.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, straightening her back. “Please. You’re all I have. I did this for you— for us. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me if you leave.”
“For fuck’s sake…” This was too much. You looked down, and saw her hands were shaking. Her eyes were full of fear, so profound you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging her. She immediately relaxed into your body, head pressed against your neck as she sobbed.
“I did this for us. Don’t leave me,” she whispered over and over, as you ran your hands through her back.
You were reminded of the night her sister left. You had held her just like this, and she had shaken the same way as she cried. What would happen if you packed your bags and left, just like you had been planning in your mind ever since she had removed that mask? Something horrible, even compared to those four kills.
You didn’t want to know what would happen. It made your skin crawl with fear.
“It’s okay,” you whispered.
She felt small in your arms, opposite to how she usually acted— like the oldest, the strongest, unable to feel any fear or pain as she let you rely on her. She had always tried to be strong for you, with the exception of now; and that time when she was a little kid and had scraped her knee, so hard she had needed two stitches. You had hugged her as she shook in pain, waiting for your mom to pull out the car so she could take her to the hospital.
“Don’t go,” she begged. It was hard to imagine this same girl that was clutching onto you killing people emotionlessly. It was hard to see her as anything but your Tara.
“I won’t,” you whispered, running your hand through her hair. “I won’t leave you.”
“You won’t?” She asked, pulling away to look at you. You sighed, drying her tears.
“I won’t,” you said, hating how your loyalty towards her was stronger than your moral compass. But this was Tara, a girl who loved you, and a girl that would be dangerous if you weren’t there to stop her. “But you have to promise you won’t kill anyone else.”
She hesitated, eyes looking at the ground. You wondered if she was too far gone to live without killing now she had gotten a taste for it.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.
“I promise.”
And deep down, you knew she was lying. But you still allowed her to grab your neck and kiss you. Her lips were just as soft as when you kissed her for the first time.
You weren’t sure if you had made the right choice.
Tara Carpenter x Male Reader, where Tara broke up with Amber for Y/n, which makes Amber want to kill them both, but when she sees Y/n she's just like "oh, well okay, fair enough"
Amber: you dumped me for a screenwriter?!
Tara: Amber if you'd just meet Y/N I think you'd-
Y/N walks over and smiles at Amber.
Y/N: hi there, you must be Amber, I'm Y/N. Tara's description of you does not do you justice.
Amber: (blushes) oh...uh..hi.
Y/N: i gotta go call the studio, they want Stab 9 written by next week.
@toournextadventure Thank you for the amazing source material, that you made! love your writing! Keep it up!
a.n.: English is not my native language, but I tried my best this time too. May be bad also not just because of it, but because I rushed it a little. Needed to get it out of my system.
a.n. nr. 2.:This fiction is of an other fiction: Everyone but Her by the former mention. I guess you already read that if you are reading this, but if you don't then make sure to check it out.
a.n. nr. 3.:THIS IS FOR ALL THE MARCUS HATERS. I LOVE YOU ALL!
a.n. nr. 4.:While I was writing this, I didn't plan on making it hurt like this. It just somehow came naturally. Also I didn't want to write it this vividly, but it just felt RIGHT.
a.n. nr. 5.: Jericho here is literaly replaced by Woodsboro. Just because I wanted to. Some of the places stayed, like Wheathervane, but the rest is Woodsboro.
warnings: child abuse, very vivid abuse, blood (lots of it), very graphic violent scenes, birb unhinged, hurt (sooo much hurt) (bit comfort afterwards) I may have left some out, sry I'm not good at this yet...
word count: 4138 (sry)
Two new bruises. That’s what you got from your dad for defying him at the table yesterday evening. Luckily, you were great with makeup. You could easily paint over the purple patch, that made its way visible on your face. The other one was by your ribs. You would need to avoid hugging today. After making your scars disappear, you put on your Nevermore uniform and got ready to go to school.
You could have lived in Nevermore, if your parents weren’t so obsessive about you living with them. Woodsboro wasn’t that bad. You had friends here and a beautiful, great girlfriend. It was still a mystery to you, how Tara fell for you. She was a normie and went to Woodsboro high. You would have gone there too, but you begged your parents so much, that they finally gave in. Still, you needed to live with them.
When you and Tara met, it was in a small café called Weathervane. You expected her to be just as the other normies from her school; violent, prejudiced, and a colossal jerk. To your surprise, neither she, nor anyone from her friend group met these qualifications. You quickly got along with them and not far after that; she asked you out. It has been a year since that and you couldn’t be happier with her. Sure, she got a little possessive over you sometimes, but she did everything with care and love.
As you got out of the house, you silently closed the door behind you. Marcus wouldn’t get up for another hour, so you needed to stay as silent as possible. Otherwise, you would meet the same fate as yesterday evening. He did it, because he loved you.
‘He does it because he loves me.’ you repeated to yourself in your mind.
Sometime flew by when a car finally arrived for you. Weems smiled through the window. You forced yourself to smile back on her, as you got in the car, and gently hugged her. There was an agreement between her, and your parents. You would get to go to Nevermore, but she needed to take care of how you get there each morning and get back to Woodsboro after classes. She gladly transported you around. You offered to fly there and back, but Marcus wouldn’t hear of it.
You stayed silent during the drive. She didn’t disturb the silence, which you were grateful for. At home, there was always some fighting going on. Whether it was between Nicky and your father, or someone else, there was always something. Last year Nicky graduated, so he didn’t come with you since the year started. You still missed his presence.
When you arrived, she said that she’ll see you around, then went to her office. It was still half an hour ‘till classes started but you didn’t mind. It was time to find your friends and annoy them. Your first victim would be Yoko.
You found her in front of your classes room. With your immense sneaking skills, you tried to walk silently to her, and try and scare her, but were caught in the middle of the process.
“You know that doesn’t work on me, right?” she asked.
“Worth a try!” you smiled.
She opened her arms for a hug, which you took slowly.
“Ok, what is it his time?” she asked, immediately spotting your carefulness.
“I fell down the stairs at home. My ribs hurt like hell…”
“Fell, or were pushed?”
“Fell.”
You couldn’t see her eyes behind her black sunglasses, but her eyebrows were raised high. She clearly didn’t believe you, but she didn’t push it. Then she smiled menacingly and tilted her head so she could look behind you. Before you could react, two hands wrapped around your body, and you were dragged in a tight hug. A small groan escaped your mouth, as the pain hit you. You looked down on the hands that were gripping you. The nails were painted in the colours of a rainbow.
“Hello there, little bird!” Enid said from behind you.
“General Grievous!” you quoted back immediately. Yoko snorted as a reaction.
“Guess what!” Enid said.
“You wolfed out finally?”
“No…” she said, her enthusiasm dissipating. She finally let go of you. The joy in her eyes almost spilling out. “I’m finally getting a roommate!”
“What?! No way!”
“Yes way! I won’t finally be alone!”
“Who is it?”
“Someone new.” Yoko said, “She gets transferred here from Woodsboro high.”
“She’s a bit crazy, but I can deal with that.” Enid continued, ”Her name is Wednesday Addams. Almost nothing to be found of her on the internet, no social media, nothing.”
“Wait, I’ve heard of her. Tara told me she almost killed someone in her school!”
“Well, then we heard the same. Apparently, she dumped piranhas in the pool where the water polo team was practicing.”
“You’re gonna’ be ok, right?”
“Sure, no problem. Just a maniac out of the ocean of them…”
“Still, I’m so happy for you!”
“Thanks. I won’t be a lone wolf after all. Even if only in the roommate department.”
The hours flew by beside your friends. You and Enid got over every possibility of this new girl. Which groups she may join, and who she’ll be friends with (beside Enid of course). In between breaks, you hang out with the whole group in the quad. Enid tried to subtly flirt with Ajax, but he just wouldn’t get it. Yoko and you would talk about everything and anything. When Ajax wasn’t in a conversation with the groups wolf, he would tell dumb jokes to Kent, who would laugh his arse of on them. They were cute.
You were looking forward to the afternoon, even if it meant leaving school. You had arranged a date at the Weathervane with Tara. You wanted to celebrate the anniversary at the same location you two met. You even managed to reserve the whole café for the event. Tyler was eager to help.
The day ended with one of Ms. Thornhill’s hours. You almost fell asleep with the plants that were all around you. When she finished her class, you almost didn’t notice it. Luckily, Yoko was there to get you up on your feet. You sent a sad smile to her, said your goodbyes than went out the front door. Weems was already waiting on you before the car.
“Get in young lady, you don’t have all day! Someone is waiting for you…” she said, smiling.
“How do y-“ you started asking, but she shook her head.
“I remember the day when your smile couldn’t be rubbed of off you. I know what day it is.”
You tried to hide your blush as you stepped in the car. She was so caring and nice. You didn’t know what you did, to deserve this.
“So? What do you have planned for her?” she asked teasingly.
“Well, I asked Tyler to allow us to have a little alone time in the Weathervane and helped me practice my café art skills. I’m going to serve her, her favourite café, with a bowie knife on it, since she is obsessed with Stab…” you started. Then you went over the whole plan. Weems was just smiling and nodding the whole way as you went into the depths of your plans. When you finished, she made a few suggestions, which you took even without realizing you did. She was right, like always.
When you got home, you thanked her for the ride, and got out of the car. She wished you luck, before you closed the door, and then you watched her drive off. When you couldn’t see her car anymore, you turned to your house. You took a deep breath, then opened the door, and stepped in.
Burnt smell hit your nose. Something was burning. You ran to the kitchen and noticed smoke coming out of the oven. Quickly you grabbed something to cover your hands with and opened it. You took out its content and placed it in the sink. Nothing remained from its original form.
“What do you think you are doing?!” Marcus’ voice came from the kitchen door.
“I- I smelled something burning and came in to-“ you started but were cut of with a hit to your chest. It took you off guard and you stumbled back into the open oven’s door. The burn stung your leg as you fell off balance.
“Now because of you, our lunch is doomed.” his voice was plain and seemed calm. You feared this voice. It meant he was furious. “Clean it up.” he commanded, then went back to whatever he was doing.
“Yes sir.” you mumbled as you got up from the floor. You hissed when you put weight on your leg. The new burn was bad. From the sink, you dribbled some cold water on the mark, and got to work. After you cleaned up after “your” mess, you went upstairs and changed into comfy clothes. When you got ready you took a painkiller, and explained how you will get home to Marcus.
“Seven thirty at the latest.” he said looking strictly.
“Yes sir.” you said, then turned around, and went outside.
The air was cold and chilly. A slight breeze made its way across the town. As you made your way to the café, you got sink in your thoughts. ‘He loves you.’ But why then? He’s just showing that he cares about you this way.’ Be angry. ‘Don’t. It’ll only make things worse.’ The only thing that got you out of this vicious cycle was the thought of being together with Tara. What a date this was going to be.
You arrived at the café the moment you were supposed to. It was five o’clock and Tyler was already closing for you. When you stepped in, he smiled at you and greeted you with wide arms.
“Hello Y/N.”
“Hey Tyler. How’re you?”
“No need for small talk. I’ve prepared everything for you. Here are the keys.” he threw them to you. “Don’t forget to close up when you leave!” he said and started getting out.
“Thank you.” you said with so much sincerity in voice you surprised even yourself.
He looked back at you, a little worriedly, then nodded. “No need. You’ve helped me too; I’m just repaying the favour. Good luck!” he said as he backed out of the café.
When he left, you got behind the bar, and checked the things for yourself. You trusted him, but wanted to be sure everything is perfect. You lit a candle at her favourite table, and placed two plates there. You asked her here for quarter past five, so patiently waited. Of course, she arrived earlier, noticing you immediately in the building. Your heart melted at the sight of her. The perfect brown eyes, her skin, that reflected the candle light and her brown gorgeous hair. God, you loved her.
She made her way through the café to you, admiring the work that you put in it. When she reached you, her lips crashed on yours again, for what felt too long. Her hands, roaming your body searching at the back of your dress. You pulled away to look into her eyes, then pulled of your shirt, to remove the harness. Your wings sprung out, and you almost struck down the mugs that were displayed on the shelves. You pulled your shirt back, and went back to her lips, while her hands gripped at the base of your wings, making them shiver with excitement.
“I’ve missed you…” she said softly.
“Me too. But this!” you gestured dramatically “will be worth the wait!” you finished with a smirk, then pulled back behind the counter and started making her coffee. She was surprised to say the least when she realized what you were doing. When the latte was ready, she reached for it, but you gently hit her hand, still grinning. She raised an eyebrow, and patiently waited for you to continue. You took out the powder from its place and started working. Her eyes widened the moment she realized what the art was. Her mouth dropped and admiration made its way to her eyes. You couldn’t stop smiling. When you were ready, she awarded you with a kiss.
“Since when do you know how to make coffee art?”
You gasped. “Dear, I’m a natural. What did you expect?”
She laughed, then took the cup to the table inviting you with her eyes to join her. You put up a finger and went to the fridge. When you opened it, you found two plates both with a little cake on them. You took them out and closed the fridge with your leg as you made your way to her. She shook her head, the smile from before widening on her face.
“You’re spoiling me!” she said laughing.
“Just a little. Nothing you can’t take.”
“Did you learn to make the cream too?”
“I must admit that indeed I tried but failed miserably. No. This was made by Tyler. But I did help with grating the lemon!”
She smirked at that. “I knew you weren’t perfect.”
“Excuse my ass Ms. Perfect, but I think you stumbled just as deep as I am when you asked me out. This is on you!”
“As was the test that you wrote an F on because you couldn’t think of anything else but my face?”
You gulped for a moment. You weren’t thinking about her face that day. “We’ve agreed that you really did cause that.” you said challenging her. Then you facepalmed. “Oh wait. I forgot the strawberries!” you tried to get up way to quickly. This made you hiss in pain.
“What is it?” Tara asked immediately, concerned.
“Nothing-“ you started, but were cut off. Why did you let everyone cut you off?
“You know you can’t lie to me. What is it?”
You rolled your eyes then with another too quick move you pulled up your jeans. This made your ribs hurt, and you instinctively pulled your hands to the source of the pain. You saw her worry go to despair, to realization than to anger. You knew you fucked up.
“Y/n this can’t go on like this. You need to do something about him!”
“What?!” you snapped back, a little too harshly. You regretted it already.
She stayed silent for a moment. “Move in with me.” she said so softly, it hurt.
You laughed at her for a second, then you realized she was being serious. Your mouth dropped and you felt like your legs couldn’t hold you anymore.
“I wanted to ask this after our date, but now I feel like I need to tell you. You need to get out of there!” her voice was shaking with hope and anger.
“Tara…”
“Y/n they don’t love you.” They do! “What they’re doing to you is insanity!” It’s their way of… “I love you!”
“It doesn’t work that way Tara.” you said when you finally got your thoughts together. “How would we pay for ourselves? How would I go to school? By the law we need a guardian! Who would that be?”
“Nicky. I already talked with him; we only wait for your approval. My mother left a whole lot of money behind, so while she is off, doing god knows what, I can do what I need. I talked with Ms. Weems too and agreed to work something out with you present.”
You couldn’t believe her. This was too much. Strawberries. You needed to get strawberries. You turned around and went to the fridge for them, not even hiding the pain in your legs anymore. You took them out and went back to her, placing one gently on her lemon cake. She was looking at you worriedly.
“Babe please think about it.” she was pleading. How did this happen?
“Can we get back to our anniversary?” you asked gently.
She nodded slowly. It took some time but you both got over the topic that was now hanging above your head.
Your plan worked wonders. After you finished in the café, you locked up and went through Woodsboro arms in hers. You took her to the places where your milestones happened. The main square; where she asked you out, the woods’ edge; your first kiss and then her house; where you confessed. The whole way, you were talking about different subjects, avoiding Nevermore and your parents. Somehow she managed to start rambling about Stab, so the last hour was you nodding over her theories and possible continuations. When you reached her house, you kissed her hands saying your goodbyes. She took your face in her hands and kissed you deeply, looking at you with heart eyes, full of anticipation.
“I’ll think about it.” you finally promised. Her face lit up, and she kissed you again. Then you looked at your watch. 7:31. ‘Fuck, I’m late…’ “I need to get going. See you tomorrow!” you said, with a last kiss, then made your way quickly back to your house.
It was 7:47 when you got home. You feared stepping into the house. When you did, you knew you should’ve stayed outside.
“Where were you?!” Marcus’ roar filled the whole house.
“I’m sorry sir, I lost track of-“ you stopped at the hit that he gave you. He struck your former bruise on your ribs. Your face filled with hot-red anger as the air left your lungs. You knelt in pain, not to collapse completely.
“Get inside. Now!” his voice plain, filled with hidden fury.
You got of the floor. You heard his belt being taken of, and your heart filled with fear. Then your back cried out in pain, as the metal hit right between your wings. Your breath hitched and your heart felt like it was a race car, running way too many miles per hour. You heard before you felt, a second hit aimed at your wings this time. You cried out in pain.
“When you live with me, you abide my rules!” another hit. ‘He loves you…’ “You hear me?!”
“Yes si- “another hit. You stumbled down, your breath on the ground. You heard another coming when the phone rang across the room. After it hit, you heard him pulling back.
“We’re not done here.” he said, as he stepped away, to get the phone.
You knew your back was bloodied and bruised. The tiniest movements hurt like there is no tomorrow.
“Sorry sir, I think you have the wrong number…” you heard from the other room.
Move. ‘Don’t.’ Do something. ‘You deserve this.’ No, I don’t. ‘Let him finish.’ Run.
You heard the front door silently close, but you didn’t look up. You head was still hitting the ground.
“Are you threatening me?” Marcus’ voice was in disbelief.
“No… I am watching you…” a mans voice came behind of you. This made your head snap back. You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere. Tara made you watch Stab way too many times to miss it. A black figure was standing with his back against you, knife glistening in his right hand. You wanted to scream, to back away, but your body wouldn’t move.
“What do you mean, watching me?”
“Guess.” he said, voice raised, clearly meant to be heard by him now. He quickly surged forward, catching Marcus by surprise. He cried out in pain. It sounded… It sounded good.
“What do you want?!” Marcus asked in complete shock.
“I want to carve someone up like a pig. You happened to be the closest!”
“T- There are others in the house!” he said without hesitation.
‘What?!’ you couldn’t believe what you heard.
“Oh, yes? Who would that be?”
“The freak in the living room! She- She was here before you. Wanted to rob me!” your heartbeat stopped. ‘He said what?!’ You felt your pulse start again. The thrumming in your ear was so load you thought you would go deaf. Your muscles tensed one by one, each filling with hot, burning rage. You got up to your feet, and went to the corridor to take a look a the scene. Ghostface had tackled Marcus and had him pinned to the floor through his hand. Marcus’ side had a deep, clean cut on it, the fabric above it torn apart. His eye, glistening in fear and horror.
“Here I was, thinking that was your daughter…” He played with his voice in a very familiar way.
“No!” he barked out immediately. “How would I b-“ he was cut short with another stab to his chest. He cried out for help, tears falling down his face.
“Looks like I was wrong in more than one way. Smiths do cry after all! What a beautiful sight! How endearing…” He twisted the knife in his chest.
“Take her…” his words were muffled by his own blood spilling out of his mouth.
‘He doesn’t love me…’ you huffed. This got both their attention. You were leaning onto the doorframe holding your head with your hand. ‘He doesn’t even give a fuck about me.’
With Ghostface looking up at you, Marcus took the opportunity to hit Him in the chest. This made Him loose His balance over him, and stumble back. The scarred man pulled the blade out of his chest and while spitting blood on the intruder, he jumped Him. As they fell to the ground, you stepped away still locked in your own thoughts.
“Lwets swee yourh fhace bhitch!” Marcus spitted out of his mouth, blood dripping over his attacker’s mask as he tore it off.
For a moment, Marcus looked surprised his tears mixing with the blood on his face. Ghostface was a girl. How was he beaten up by a girl?
You froze down in shock. Tara your love and girlfriend was under Marcus, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. She hit him on the side, but it did nothing. She continued to struggle against him effortlessly. Marcus raised her knife, to strike her down. You didn’t think about what you did, you just did it. As your boot hit his side, you didn’t feel anything. As you got on top of him, disarming his right hand, you felt nothing. As did you, when he called you what he did with Tara, just moments ago. But the moment your fist hit his face, you felt relived. So, you did it again. And again. You didn’t know how many times you struck him; you just knew it felt good. You did it, until his face didn’t look human. Until it looked like a deformed and defiled remnant of a once humanoid being.
You didn’t notice that you were screaming the whole time, each strike raising your voice and power. It was a good thing Marcus made the walls of the house soundproof. He didn’t expect to hear you scream of joy. Your throat hurt, but it hurt so sweet. You didn’t feel your hands after you stopped to look at him. You searched for the knife, then when you found it, raised it as high as you could and stabbed him in the face. Then you pulled out and did the same to his chest and heart. You felt his ribs break and the knife hitting a muscle. You could only hope, it was the right one.
As you panted above him, you felt a gentle hand soothing your shoulder. When you didn’t pull away, she hugged you and started telling you kind words. You didn’t hear any of them. Just his screams and whimpers for mercy. It felt. It felt so good.
When you finally looked away you hugged her back and started sobbing on her shoulders immediately. She held you tighter, placing gentle kisses across your face.
“It’s okay.” she said lightly. “He’s gone…”
You started crying. Helplessly and unstoppably. Her scent filled your senses, finally calming you down. You didn’t know how much time you spent in her arms, but you cried your heart out on her. She was there and would never let you go. She tensed up for a second, when you both heard the door open. You snapped your head back, taking the knife out of Marcus’ body. You dropped it right away when you saw Nicky. He didn’t question a thing just went to you, knelt down and took you in his embrace. Tara soothed your back and your wings. She avoided the parts, that were cut up by his belt.
When you stopped crying you stood up and looked down at him. All your fears and hurt gone. You felt free. “I love you too.” you finally said back, looking left to Tara.
She stood up beside you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Now will you move in with me?”
In my head, she's been the mastermind of the 2021 Woodsboro Attacks. She's the first victim in the opening scene who has not died, which makes me think it was all part of her plan. Tara and Amber were always ghostfaces, but she quickly realised everything was going to shit in the third act, so she killed Amber. Richie was always disposable. It's weird to think that Amber and Tara spent so much time together and Amber didn't even tried to kill her. They were always close (and canonically girlfriends), Amber would never do something like this to Tara, it was all part of their plan. Tara was never a ghostface, truly. She's just the wicked mind behind all of this. After Sam left she got really traumatised, and she got pretty good at hiding it for her own benefit. She wants people to believe she's innocent, especially Sam.
I'm still trying to correlate Scream VI in this theory, but if you guys have any inputs I'll be happy to hear them!
