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Static! 💖💚🎀🍵

an idea I had last week but I finally had time to draw!! Yippee!!

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🦋 M: "I'm so glad you're my partner in crime"

C: "As long as you're my partner in time."

~ missing them hours 🥹 That's my favorite line out of them 💙

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[pussyydestroyer]

“A little mistake”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: On a shopping day, Sam says something that upset and hurt you too much, causing you to be curt and distant for a while, until she humbles herself to get your forgiveness.

Warning: Comments about the body, mention of complexity with the body, implicit trauma, body disgust, memories, crying, dry texts, implicit sex, fluff?? Idk

Word count: 3.3k

“Let me taste yours” you say cheerfully as you look at the chocolate bar Sam was eating next to you.

“No way. You have your own candy” Sam replies with a playful smile pointing at your sour gummies and pushing her candy away from you.

“Come on, don’t be mean. Just one piece”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully knowing full well that she couldn’t say no to something like this “Okay. Just one and nothing more”

You watch with a triumphant smile as Sam breaks off a square of her peanut butter filled chocolate to pop the piece into your mouth. In gratitude you embrace her hug, squeezing her intertwined hands making her chuckle again.

You and Sam were having a nice unnecessary shopping trip to the mall. You had several bags in your hands with things that reminded you of each other to put in your respective apartments. You two weren’t living together yet because you two didn’t think the relationship was advanced enough to live in the same place, even though you’d been together for a while.

Sam carried most of the bags in his free hand since she didn’t like you carrying a lot of weight. You just didn’t protest and let her do it.

The afternoon was nice. There weren’t many people around and you just wanted to spend the rest of the day with your girl who had left work a couple of hours ago.

The bags swayed from side to side as you walked. You paid close attention when Sam told you how her day was, nodding and contributing at every turn to keep the conversation flowing.

“By the way, how’s Tara?” You asked when the conversation took a turn, making you remember her.

The previous times you went to her apartment Tara was never there or she would just appear for a moment before going out somewhere and coming back hours later.

“She’s fine” Sam assures you calmly. “She spends her time in Chad and Mindy’s place”

“With the boyfriend, huh?” You say mischievously as you glance at her out of the corner of your eye with a sly smile to add “Someone needs to be careful there” with raised eyebrows in suggestion.

She gasps dramatically and gives you a withering look. “Shut up” She nudges you as she laughs, completely understanding what you meant.

You stumble slightly laughing along with her, enjoying seeing her protective instinct for her younger sister.

You could see on her face that the idea disgusted her, so to try and calm her thoughts and worries you hugged her arm again, subtly resting your head on her shoulder.

She seemed to appreciate this gesture in the way she smiled again, bringing your hand intertwined with hers up to her lips to gently kiss your knuckles.

Every time she did this, a silly smile tugged at your lips. The act showed so much love in something so simple, and you valued it too much.

Her lips on your skin sent bursts of electricity through your body for a brief moment until your attention focused on something other than just her.

“Hey, look at that shirt. It’s pretty.” You tug on her arm excitedly as you see a mannequin behind the window wearing a shirt of your style, to get closer to the store.

She follows you and grabs you tightly, catching her off guard when you move quickly. “Yeah, I think it is.” She says, giving the mannequin a quick look up and down.

You give her a knowing smile and glance before pulling her back into the store. “I love it.” Come on, I want to buy it.”

You’ve always liked to let Sam know about things you’re doing or will be doing later, even if it’s something as simple as texting her and telling her you’re going to cook something or take a shower. She really appreciates it a lot, feeling like you’re taking a weight off her shoulders and knowing that you’re completely fine.

At first she seemed to like the idea, but in an instant her expression changed to one of doubt.

“Do you really like it?” Her voice was slightly displeased, it was almost unnoticeable, but you could tell something was going through her mind by seeing her expression.

You stopped in your tracks, as did she, when you looked at her in confusion at her slight disapproving tone. “Mmm, yes. Why?”

“No reason. I just think you should look for something else.” Her tone was soft and firm while you remained confused, not knowing where she was going with this.

She noticed your confusion and quickly spoke. “But if you like it, it’s okay.”

You blinked a few times, trying not to show the obvious disappointment on your face. “You don’t like it, do you?” You sounded weaker than you wanted to show.

She shook her head, trying to fix her words. “I didn’t say that.” Her soft voice made you look up. But then she said something you never thought you’d hear from her lips. “I just think you should look for something… that fits you.”

You stared at her stunned, not knowing what to say exactly.

Her words surprised you more than they should have. You’re a couple, and there should be honesty in the relationship, but this wasn’t an appropriate way to say things.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, trying to find the words.

“That I fit?” You repeated in a low, incredulous voice.

Sam fidgeted and bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to make things worse.

“Uh, yes,” she hesitated, “something that suits you.”

Her voice echoed in your mind. That damn answer that you prayed your whole life for her to never say, made you remember that years ago you looked at yourself in the mirror crying because you didn't like your body.

Before going out with Sam, in a state of vulnerability, you told her about your complex with your body, even though you had already changed too much since the last time. She had told you that she didn't see anything wrong and that you were simply beautiful. That was what made you realize your true feelings for her.

Before, you would have cried right then, but since you were now a completely new woman, very different from many years ago, you look at Sam with furious eyes.

She always knew your weakness and it was unfair that she used it against you for something that she doesn't like.

Her eyes widened when she saw your features. She, knowing you well, speaks again before you blurt out angrily, “I mean, everything you wear looks great on you, I’m just saying try to find something…”

“My size,” you quickly interrupt her.

The silence that strikes again was more deafening than the everyday noise of the store.

She didn’t want to talk. She was sure she had screwed up and didn’t want to ruin things any further, and seeing your gaze made her more nervous.

After a while she nods weakly without looking at you. “Well…”

Perplexed, you blink several times. You felt your heart and stomach turn over at the cold words coming out of her lips. This hurt you, much more than a low blow.

“Of course I’m going to look for my size!” You burst out with rage and pain in your eyes as you moved your hands expressively. “I was showing it to you so you would give me your approval or something!”

Her shoulders tensed when you raised your voice. “And yes, I like it.” She looked at you again with a lump in her throat. “I was just trying to say that…”

“Am I fat?” You question her indignantly, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’m not trying to say that.” Her head shakes frantically, wanting to explain herself as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t manage it with the withering way you looked at her.

“But thinking about it!”

Sam stutters. She felt cornered by the way you attack her. “I-… well… I mean…”

You dropped the bags, making a sharp sound against the floor. The hesitant way she said her words was the straw that broke the camel’s back of your pain. “I’m sorry if things look better on mannequins than on me!” You scoff.

“No babe, I’m just-“ She wanted to explain herself as soon as possible, but couldn’t find the words when you interrupted her again.

“I just wanted something nice for myself.”

She looked around with a quick flick of her eyes, just in case anyone was watching this little scandal. But no one seemed to care.

“And it is. But it’s very…” Sam scratches the back of her neck, meeting your eyes again.

She only got more and more cornered with each word she said, feeling small as she looked at your fierce gaze.

“Small for someone like me?” You spit out with venom and pain as you took a step forward.

“I- I-“

Your patience was wearing thin and your heart tightened in your chest at all her words.

She was quite sorry about all of this, but you continued anyway, with your pain and frustration spilling over.

“They always put the smaller sizes on display, and I was clearly going to look for one that fit me…”

“I know, I’m sorry-“ Her voice was so low that you couldn’t hear it.

“I didn’t want to hear my girlfriend tell me to my face how fat I am.”

Her heart broke at that very moment when you said those words. She was very sorry for putting you in that place, and deep down she knew she deserved it.

“I didn’t mean to… I never… I never said that.”

“But you thought about it for sure, right Samantha?”

She stayed silent, not knowing what to answer so as not to make things worse than they were. It hurt her that you called her by her full name, realizing how much it hurt you.

She looked at you with a vulnerable expression and her shoulders tense, regretful for everything that happened.

You stood there, arms crossed, staring at her for her to say something. But nothing came out of her lips. “I’m leaving”

You say with a broken and firm voice and then turn your back to her with the intention of leaving the place.

Her heart beats desperately when she sees you leaving, leaving her alone.

She bends down to pick up the bags you just threw away to follow you out of the store. “Love, please. Let me-“

“Leave me alone” you shouted, still with your voice breaking, without turning around, and then you got lost among the people.

She wanted to hug you, comfort you, and apologize for what she had just caused, but she knew you wanted to be alone. “Okay” she says in an inaudible voice as she stands still, without going after you again.

You left the mall with your heart tight in your chest, heading towards the subway. It was a longer ride, but you were going to take it anyway.

A few hours ago, Sam had picked you up from your apartment in her car to go to the mall together, but now you couldn’t ask her to take you back because you didn’t want to see her.

The whole way there you couldn’t stop thinking about her words. You looked out the window and the only thing that echoed in your mind was her clumsiness in telling you things.

You wanted to accept it, but it simply hurt and made you angry. So many emotions at the same time.

When you got home, you collapsed face down on the couch exhausted.

You let out a big sigh before pulling your phone out of your pocket and realizing that Sam had left over twenty messages and two missed calls. She had gotten there earlier and was still online.

It hurt you to understand that even though you were mad at her, Sam still cared about you.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch and read each of the messages.

Each message represented how worried and sorry she was, asking for forgiveness and sending you a picture of some random cat from the internet.

Your weakness was those little felines, but you weren't going to let it go that easy. You read her messages and decided to take a quick shower before answering her.

And so you did. You left her on read and went to take a quick shower, even though it was late you didn't care.

When you got out of the shower with a towel around you, the phone vibrated again. You picked it up and saw that it was another call from Sam. You automatically hung up and texted her so she wouldn't worry too much.

You were mad at her. Yes. But that wasn't a reason to ghost her and disappear from her life.

Your replies to her messages were short and dry showing how upset you were.

She didn't let it go. She felt worse and worse for not having your usually long and catchy messages, with some emoji at the end.

And so it was until the next day, where you didn't talk too much because you were busy with your respective jobs.

But each one was thinking about the other.

Sam worried and remorseful for making you feel bad, and you upset and sad for being away from her.

The dry messages continued throughout a torturous day.

You both didn't like being angry with each other and Sam didn't want to be this way anymore. It hurt her heart to know that the reason you're so distant is because of her and she wanted to end it.

The next day you arrived at your apartment in the afternoon. You hadn't thought about her for a few hours because you were constantly busy with your duties and obligations.

You changed into more casual and comfortable clothes and then filled a small watering can with water.

You walked to the balcony and leaned over the railing, where you had a flower pot hanging out to water.

Your gaze was neutral as you focused on your task until a voice that you would recognize anywhere pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Babe, please” It was Sam who was in the middle of the street yelling up, waiting for you to notice her.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. She was wearing a shirt that made her look somewhat formal. You didn’t know if it was because she had just gotten off work or if she had prepared for the occasion, but either option piqued your interest.

“I know I fucked up, I shouldn’t have said all those things, but please perdóname mi amor”

She desperately begged for you to forgive her, while waving her already busy hands.

Seeing her like this made your heart skip a beat in affection, and you leaned on the railing to get a better look at her behavior.

You live on the fourth floor, which meant that Sam was yelling more than necessary and doing everything she could to make you hear her.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but I promise it won’t happen again”

She was really sorry, and you knew it immediately. You felt like you couldn’t be mad at her anymore, but you wanted to see where this was going.

You noticed how the neighbors from the other floors came out to see the scandal that was happening on the street, although Sam didn’t seem to notice. All her concentration went on you.

“I understand that you’re mad at me and that you don’t want to see me, just let me fix things.”

Mutters could be heard in the apartment below you before you realized that one of the neighbors was watching you, realizing that the yells coming from the other woman were for you.

“Eres el amor de mi vida and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You melted at that very moment and your cheeks blushed furiously when you heard some ‘Aww’ But even so Sam didn’t notice the crowd.

A car was coming at a very slow speed down the street when it stopped next to Sam because she didn’t move from the spot.

“I didn’t mean all those things, really…” The driver being an asshole, honks his horn managing to make her jump in fright and forcing her to back up to get on the sidewalk. But she continued anyway. “You are incredibly beautiful with anything on, even without them you are”

You laugh nervously at her words and she blushes when she hears what she said.

More people on the street stop when they see her, and that’s when she notices all those people who are watching her.

“I know I hurt you and I feel really bad about it, but I can’t stand this distance that I caused anymore.”

“I want to hold you again, feel your skin against mine and tell you how much I love you…”

The murmuring grew louder, realizing how nervous Sam was now. Your heart was pounding and all you wanted to do was hug her and kiss her.

“I promise I’ll be good this time and think things through before I say them… Just forgive me. It won’t happen again.”

Sam was about to get on her knees when you motioned for her to come up. You didn’t want her to humiliate herself any further for you. Not with so many people watching.

Her smile spreads at your signal and as if she were almost running, she enters the building.

People clap and whistle when they see this beautiful moment, giving her intangible words of support.

You walk away from the balcony, still with your cheeks flushed, and walk towards the door, which you open waiting for her to arrive.

After a few moments, she appears with the bouquet of flowers and the chocolates and hands them to you as soon as she sees you, her expression tired and out of breath. She had taken the stairs instead of the elevator.

Despite everything that had happened out there, you wanted to keep looking at her coldly, but you couldn’t do it.

“Look. I know my words the other day weren’t the best, but I want you to know that everything I said out there was serious. I would never lie to you with something like that. And yes, I messed up. I just ask that you forgive me…”

You tried to look at her with a blank expression, but seeing her pleading eyes and desperately breathless voice made a smile betray you.

“Yes. I forgive you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at hearing those simple words, when she had been waiting for them for a few days now. “Really?”

“Of course. You already humiliated yourself enough for today,” you say amused with a smile.

She lets out a sigh of relief before leaning in and filling your face with soft kisses. “Thank you,” she murmurs against your skin.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around her neck as her hands gently grab your waist to get closer.

Her kisses continued on your skin, playfully moving down to your neck until her lips found yours, forming a tender and passionate kiss as you smiled against her.

Hours later, you found yourself naked in your bed, clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor and a sleeping Sam in your arms with her leg bent over your hip and a hand on your chest. A silent way to not let you go again.

Thank you so much for the support of the previous fanfic. I honestly didn't think many people would read it, but here we are. I promise to improve in my writing as I upload more stories, also, I have some more ideas for fanfics with Sam, so I will write them for future uploads until I become obsessed with someone else 😽

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Happy pride month 🩷💜💙

Hébée x Niamh having some fun. But just how messy could a rogue and a paladin really get? 🫣

Hébée belongs to lovely @raphaellearp

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More Iva, Strelica and Mirta art

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Dear deer and dino

lesbeans!!

[sookilini]

Amy asks at lest once a week, what Surge likes about her; and Surge will always give a list of things and keep adding to it every time.

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Exam doodles + a random page i found in my math binder

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[pussyydestroyer]

“Secrets behind the shadows”

Pairing: Ghostface Sam Carpenter x Ghostface fem!reader

Warning: +18, smut slightly, knee thing, blood, stafed, car crash, mention of brain damage, attempt to use neutral pronouns, 50% of this is not very serious.

Summary: The murders in New York continue but apparently, these new killers are not very close each other as the previous ones used to be, being a victim of our dear group of friends, a living statement of what happened.

Word count: 6.8k

To clarify: Everything that happened in the last movie is canon here just for the detail that Ethan was never ghostface and is alive.

The house had been completely empty for a couple of hours now, and you already knew it. You had been following her practically all afternoon without her noticing.

Her girlfriend had already left a while ago, which was the perfect time to get out of your car and head towards her house.

You hid in some bushes that were in the backyard of the house with the perspective of the large window that was in front of you. You could see most of the first floor.

During the morning, you parked your car near her house and took a quick look for your hiding spot during the call you would make to her at night. And the only perfect places were in the bushes in the backyard and in the space between the front door and the window.

At the window, you were much closer to the house, you could hear her footsteps and movements very well. But it was very blurry to see, that's why you chose to be in the yard.

You took out your binoculars and monitored her for several minutes waiting for the perfect moment to stalk. As you waited, you put on the black tunic with sparkles even with the binoculars in your hand.

You had always worn black pants and boots which made it easy for people not to suspect you.

.

.

You were getting tired of waiting. Waiting for what exactly? You didn't know, but you always demanded it from yourself. You always wanted the murders to be perfect, but they never turned out the way you expected.

It's true, you've never been suspected or caught red-handed. But you failed, you always failed because of the same damn person.

With your free hand, you touched your waist to feel your weapons that were still with you until you saw that she sat comfortably on the couch.

This was your chance.

You threw the binoculars somewhere in the yard while you quickly put on the mask which had a small circular device glued inside with a firm cloth that made your voice change.

You took out the phone ready to dial her number, which was already on the screen all day, ready for this moment.

You placed the speaker phone close to the mask's mouth, observing every little detail of her through the window.

Your finger was just a few inches away from touching the call button when another call from inside the house interrupts you, completely taking you out of your thoughts.

You sigh heavily as you watch her get up from the armchair she was barely able to stay on to grab the portable phone that was on the wall.

You reluctantly put your hand under your tunic to put the phone in your pants pocket.

You watch her mouth move as she speaks and hear a muffled murmur. Her expression was soft and a little odd, so you try to sharpen your hearing to hear better.

Failing successfully, you move delicately and cautiously to be closer to the window. Placing yourself on the wall where the glass ends as your back slides down against it.

It was still difficult to hear the call and you could only hear her voice.

After a tense moment of sudden silence, you tilt your head slightly towards the window to see what was happening.

You see her back, her body was tense and trembling slightly.

You continue to look at her until you hear the famous words and that easy-to-recognize tone of voice.

“Do you like scary movies?”

You clench your robes tightly with your hands as you put your back and head against the wall again, realizing that the other ghostface returned to stalk and harass the same person as you again.

“Oh hell nah, no this dude again” You whisper, dragging your fists from your head back as you clench your jaw trying to keep your cool. Clearly you had completely lost it.

The memories of your last three murders not being perfect for you because another ghostface comes along and you don’t even know who is behind that damn mask, come back to your mind.

The constant thought of your plans going just as you planned until this guy came along and practically stole your victims, was irritating you more and more.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. THIS MOTHERFUCKER!” you raise your voice more and more but still in a whisper as you writhe around punching and kicking at nothing.

You let out a loud, muffled groan as you bite your lower lip to suppress the irritated scream you were about to give.

You stop throwing tantrums when you hear her answer the questions you should have asked her, not that guy who also called himself ghostface.

At this point you were already pissed off.

You already knew the routine of these calls, and since you were furious you decided to act before time.

You grab a large rock that was in the flowerpot next to you, stand up and stealthily back away from the window without her seeing you. You play with the rock in your hand for a moment and then throw it with all your strength against the large glass, breaking it instantly.

You watch fascinated as the glass falls to pieces on the floor.

She quickly turns around upon hearing the deafening sound and completely paralyzes upon seeing you outside her house.

Completely terrified, she trembles, dropping the phone to the ground. Meanwhile, you slowly tilt your head to the side before running out of there.

She loses sight of you and instinctively begins to back away with clumsy and weak steps, until she bumps into something.

She turns her head and sees over her shoulder the other ghostface behind her who quickly raises their knife to kill her.

You circle the house with quick steps to enter through the front door. But when you arrive, you see that it is completely open.

You lean out, holding on to the door frame while scanning the living room with your eyes, cursing yourself internally for taking so long.

It was completely messy compared to how you had seen it a few seconds ago.

Broken flowerpots and glass, the armchair fallen backwards and several broken or fallen chairs. There were holes in the walls and you could deduce that they were from the knife and the poor aim of the other killer.

You clench your fists tightly as you raised them to bring them to your face. All of this was trying to fill up the little patience you had, until you heard in the distance a sound of metal hitting some surface, followed by some pleading screams.

The other killer was two steps above you again, again. Them always managed to get on your nerves.

You sighed heavily as you hit the wall with the side of your fist before heading to wherever you heard the noise.

The noises grew louder as you entered the house. You were ready to take out the knife and stab anything or anyone that crossed your path.

When you reached the kitchen through one of the hallways, you found them.

You stood still watching as she ran and dodged the stabs of the supposed killer.

It seemed like neither of them noticed your presence as she walked out of the kitchen down the opposite hallway to you, heading up the stairs.

You went after the other killer as them followed her.

They hadn't really noticed your existence at the time until you grabbed their heel and yanked them down hard, causing them to fall and slide down the stairs.

You quickly stepped over them, intentionally stepping on their hand.

You chuckled as you heard their gasp of pain as you mockingly gave them the middle finger. “sucker”

You shook your head, wanting to forget about the other killer for a moment so you could focus your attention on your real victim.

You hear a door slam shut and you turn to where the sound came from. With quick steps you approach the door and turn the handle to try to open it.

You forcefully push your shoulder against the door when it wouldn't open.

The girl inside the room lets out a gasp as she hears the continuous banging.

She moves a drawer to try and block the door and you, hearing the noise, bang faster and harder until a glass vase crashes into your nape, breaking instantly.

You put a hand to the back of your head as you gasp and turn around to find the other ghostface running towards you with their knife in their hand.

Them tries to slash your shoulder, but you dodge it by moving to the left to run down the hallway.

“Your goal was to kill the girl. You didn’t have to be distracted by the other guy,” you reproached yourself as you looked for the other door that led to the room.

A knife flew over your shoulder, ripping the fabric of your robe, making a superficial wound.

You stop abruptly as you see it was nailed to the wall in front of you. You swallow hard at the thought that at the end of the day, them was better than you.

You hissed in pain as the blood spread slowly.

You didn't have time to react when the ghostface had already reached you pushing you against the wall.

You lean on your forearms and quickly turn to them to find him with their arm raised, ready to stab you.

You grab their wrist tightly to try to stop their hand that was going straight for your shoulder.

Gasping when you realized that them had much more strength than you, then grabbed your tunic to bring you closer to them.

You grunt in pain when the tip of their knife finally touches your shoulder, the same shoulder that them had thrown the knife at you before.

You clench your jaw and groan as you put a hand on their chest to push them away from you.

Having your hand there, you felt a lump, not knowing what it was until you realized it was a breast.

“You are… a girl?” you stuttered in a whisper.

You froze for a few seconds. It had never occurred to you that the impostor in all of this, the one who ruined your plans, the one who made you frustrated was a woman. And having your hand on her chest, even if it wasn't with that intention, this was getting you all mixed up.

She chuckled taking advantage of your vulnerable state to bury the knife even further. For some reason, she didn't do anything to get your hand off her chest.

Your head hits the wall hard as you hiss and groan in pain, starting to blur with your racing heart.

She abruptly pulls out the knife and you get dizzy from the lack of pressure and the blood you were losing.

Everything around you was spinning and you see how she is about to stab you again.

With a clumsy and quick movement you raise your knee and hit her hard in the crotch causing her to gasp and writhe in pain.

You stood still for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath as you squeezed the badly opened wound with your hand and then ran with difficulty towards your main purpose.

You didn't know if it was because you wanted to finish what you started or because you are a big girl lover but you no longer had that need to fight her.

Yes, you were going to kill another girl and being a woman doesn't stop you. But that ghostface was strong, taller than you, lots of fighting skills. She was literally your type.

“She might have muscles” you thought. Shook your head to forget all the thoughts you had about her.

You reached the other corner of the hallway where the other door was to enter the room.

You hit it with your good shoulder again several times while you hear murmurs of despair inside it, until it opens.

Your victim shout upon seeing you. She was sitting in a corner, her face dripping with blood. She had clearly fought against the other ghostface.

She was holding a piece of iron in one hand and, unfortunately for you, she had a phone in the other.

She had called someone, she definitely had.

She shivers and screams as she sees your slow, clumsy steps towards her. Your shoulder still hurt, but that didn't stop you from finishing what you started.

She was totally terrified.

She throws the phone towards you, but you don't move, you just let yourself receive the blow that didn't even hurt.

She screams and holds the iron with both hands when you were a few steps away from her.

She couldn't stop sobbing and her tears fell down her cheek, mixing with the blood dripping from her forehead. She was pale.

She tries to hit you with the iron when you were close enough, but you grab it immediately.

Without wasting any more time, you grab the iron tightly while with your other hand you push her to deeply bury the knife in her collarbone.

This whole setback with the other killer who happened to be a woman was delaying you more than you thought, and you were happy that this victim was killed by your own hands.

Her shouts of pain were the only thing you could hear in the room as you grabbed her other shoulder and stabbed her stomach.

The knife went in and out full of blood.

You, the floor and her were all covered in blood.

She had stopped fighting for her life a while ago, but she was still alive.

You managed to hear footsteps coming from behind you and you ducked down just as a knife was coming towards your head.

“She took too long” you thought.

You elbowed back knowing that the other killer was there. You didn’t want to fight her but you would have to if you wanted to survive.

You punched her stomach making her squirm slightly. This gave you time to compose yourself and turn around to grab her shoulder and stab her thigh.

She groan as you dig the knife in deeper.

She weakly grabs your shoulders and hits your head with hers, making you stagger back and hit the corner of the wall.

She screams as she pulls your knife out of her thigh. Her jeans get stained with blood as she pulls the knife towards your face

You closed your eyes tightly in reflex.

Your breathing hitched as you felt the tip on your forehead, but fortunately, the mask had protected you from your possible brain hemorrhage.

In the distance, you could hear the police siren that was slowly getting louder.

Both of you looked at the window in astonishment where you could see the bright blue and red colors.

You quickly pulled the knife out of your forehead and took advantage of her being distracted to push her, causing her to fall.

With quick steps, you climbed onto a box to open the window.

You were about to escape until you felt her close the window on your torso, leaving half of you inside and half of you outside.

You yell as you try to open the window and hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

You were sweating from the adrenaline until you feel her open the window again with the purpose of closing it again.

When the weight of the window fades, you take the opportunity to kick her stomach hard, causing her to stagger and fall, without getting her to close it again.

This gives you time to completely get your body out of there with the intention of leaving as quickly as possible, without first giving her the finger. “asshole”

Then you close the window from the outside, leaving her inside with the polices who were seconds away from entering.

The next morning you woke up a little earlier than usual. You couldn't sleep peacefully throughout the night.

You woke up every now and then because of the pain in your shoulder, and as you went back to disinfecting your wound, you thought about the woman who managed to cut it open.

So there you were, lying in your bed, limbs outstretched, staring up at the ceiling as you went over all the events of the night before. From her stabbing her weapon into the wall in front of you to you arriving at your apartment to bandage your badly injured shoulder.

The sounds of notifications from your phone seemed to slowly fade from your hearing, making all you heard and thought about was your beating heart and her.

You didn't know how to feel about it with the constant thought of what had happened to her after you had left and left her inside with the cops.

“You should feel good to have a weight off your shoulders” you told yourself, but the lingering thought of her was making you more of an overthinker than usual.

“If Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman, and Queen Baley were incredibly sexy, why couldn’t this ghostface be too?” You were rambling on until the sound of a missed call brought you back to reality.

You groaned as you rubbed your face with both hands trying to clear any daydreams before laying on your side to grab your phone that was on the nightstand.

You turn on your phone and frown as you see that you have over 50 messages and 3 calls from the same group.

You reluctantly scroll down in order to get to the main message to read, even if it’s just a few. You were very lazy when it came to reading backlogs.

“Guys, he’s back”

As you read this message from Tara your smile widens with pride. Now you can assume that all those messages were about you and your awesome crime scene.

There you were, at 10 a.m, wearing a vest that was uncomfortably larger than your normal size, sitting on the grass of Blackmore College with your other friends, pretending to be worried as you listened to Chad talk rapidly about the poorly recounted events of the night before.

It was already a habit for you that Mindy called them to meet at the university to talk about the murders that were happening even though you didn't attend it.

You joined the group of friends a few months after the Bailey's murders, and from there you were able to adapt to some of their habits and customs such as this one.

Although they clearly distrusted you at first because of the latest events, but little by little you were able to gain some of their trust even though there was still some tension.

You looked around to capture the reactions of the rest while you muffled Chad's voice in your mind. Tara was just as worried or even more worried than her boyfriend, she was standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder to give him some support.

Ethan was sitting next to you with his hands tangled in the grass. You could see in his expression that he was scared, but not because of the murders but because of something else.

Then there was Sam, her expression was peaceful as he stared at a fixed point.

No matter how hard you tried, you could never know what was going through her mind. She was always cautious with her emotions and you could understand why she was.

No matter how much you wanted to connect, or rather, understand her emotionally it was impossible. She was too cautious, even when you both were alone, away from other people, in an intimate space.

As you delicately removed her sports shirt and her soft hands desperately played with the zipper of your pants to then discard her clothes and kiss desperately. Still, you couldn't see through her soul.

It was already customary for her to look into your eyes, with those beautiful eyes full of hunger and need that just by looking at them you already knew what she needed, what both of you needed from the other.

And after having traveled all over her body, from her thigh to her chest, with soft movements like feathers, listening to each gasp and each sound of her, like a blink, you woke up the next morning with the empty space and the persistent aroma of her winged body next to yours in bed.

But at the end of the day, they were just encounters without feelings in between. You had already clarified things from the first moment she was naked on top of you.

But the specific part of 'no feelings' was being difficult to achieve every time you saw her.

Yes, it was difficult to understand her, but you could not deny the small flutter that happened in your heart when you were together.

Although lately you have moved away from those intimate moments. The murders took up most of your time and mind to have time to think about your feelings for her.

But you can’t deny that you miss the feeling of her skin against yours, you wonder if she thinks the same.

You found yourself staring at her for a few seconds, and she noticed, fixing her gaze on you. But, luckily, a voice coming from your right side snapped you out of your thoughts, making you instantly shake your head and look away from her, trying to erase the slight blush from your cheeks.

“Wait, Mindy what?” Ethan says with genuine surprise.

Chad tries to hold back his tears as he nods weakly. You could now tell that the person who always made these unexpected meetings wasn’t here.

“This morning a police came to the department saying that Mindy had had a serious accident while driving back home…” he takes a breath before continuing. His eyes fill with tears, but refuses to cry.

“The police clarifies that the two rear wheels had clean and straight cuts…” he swallowed hard to prepare himself for what was coming “and that because of the slight blood stains on the wheel… they managed to assume that it was from a knife”

Everyone’s blood ran cold upon hearing Chad, even you.

This information caught you off guard; you had never planned to do that to her, much less hurt her. Genuinely, she was one of your favorite people in the group.

Everyone looked at each other worried about what happened while Chad took some time to compose himself.

“I tried to contact all of you… and the only one who answered my calls was Tara”

She was at his side gently rubbing his shoulder in a form of silent support.

“Then we went to the nearest hospital where she was” Tara says.

Each one tried to process the information in their own way until you raised your head and looked at both of them with feigned anguish.

“And her girlfriend, is she with her right now?” You look around lightly but can't find her in sight.

This lying thing was something you were very good at.

Chad falls silent again as he looks at the floor. The others immediately understand what happened to her.

“She is more serious than Mindy” Tara answered when she saw that her boyfriend couldn’t do it “She received multiple stab wounds in the abdomen and collarbone”

Ethan and Sam were paralyzed as they processed everything, at the same time that you pretended to be shocked with disbelief at the news.

“They are both in the same hospital, but she didn’t wake up until a few hours ago” Tara continues.

Sam nodded with genuine concern “How is she? Is she still okay? Is she conscious?”

Chad shakes his head “She is still very terrified with all this ghostface stuff. From the little she was able to say, it cleared up our suspicions”

“There are two of them?” Ethan asks skeptically.

Chad and Tara nod “Yes, but she says they are very different from how the rest of the killers had been” says Chad.

“What do you mean?” asks Sam.

“She confesses that they mostly fought each other instead of attacking her and that's why she managed to call the police” Tara says.

You swallow hard at the truth in her words. She would have died that same night if you hadn't fully dedicated yourself to fighting the mysterious ghstface.

“They don't have a plan together, they come separately” you mutter to yourself to gather your thoughts.

Chad nods within earshot, agreeing with you.

The silence was tense as everyone tried to gather their racing minds after that huge news.

You raise your head to give your opinion, but for a few seconds, which seemed like hours, you lock eyes with Sam and a glint is reflected in her eyes that makes your reasoning fail. You didn't want to give in to your own desires.

Tara manages to notice Sam's intense gaze towards you, and her expression changes to one of curiosity.

It was rare for others to see them interact; In fact, they had never seen them be together for a long time.

“So… where were you last night y/n?” her voice was slightly hesitant, her gaze flickering to Sam for a moment before landing on you.

“I was at a party with Ethan,” your voice was calm but firm as you made eye contact with her.

In part, it was true. You were with Ethan for the first few hours of the night at a party at a big house owned by some acquaintance of his. But you left much earlier, when he was already starting to get intoxicated with drugs and alcohol.

He wouldn’t notice if you weren’t there so that was your alibi.

Ethan nodded softly as Tara looked at him to check if it was true.

“And you Sam?” she asked, gently turning her head towards Sam. Their small interaction of gazes made her a little suspicious of the two of you.

“Now you’re going to take Mindy’s place and interrogate us and blame us all?” you snapped.

Tara always complained every time Mindy made her assumptions and now she was doing the same, but in a different way was very hypocritical of her.

“What did you do last night Sam?” she asked again in a firmer and more incriminating way this time, without first giving you a withering look.

Sam snorted as she adjusted her baggy pants. It seemed as if they stuck to the side of her leg.

It was not common for her to wear one of those, but it was not the time to ask.

“I was at the gym the whole time, or don't you remember that it was you who took me before leaving to who knows where?” she answered in a bad way and somewhat annoyed.

It was normal for Tara to talk to her like that, but it was the first time she did it impulsively to blame her for something.

Tara's expression was one of indignant astonishment as she frowned.

“I was at a friend's house all night. Chad knows exactly what I did all night, unlike other people” she emphasized the last word raising her voice and looking directly at Sam.

Sam was noticeably a little irritated by all the accusations from her own sister.

“What do you mean?” she was starting to get pissed off and her voice was harsher than usual.

Tara shrugged trying not to say her true thoughts when everyone clearly noticed.

Sam snorted reluctantly as she rolled her eyes. “Then I came home with Ethan and helped him inside. He has had too much to drink.”

Ethan nods guiltlessly, affirming what happened again.

Tara hums for a moment, trying to connect everything in her mind “what time was that?”

Sam got fed up with the massive interrogation that was only coming her way.

“I have no fucking idea what time I got here, ask him if he has any memory” she was pissed off as she pointed her head at Ethan.

And without saying another word, she gathered her things and turned to leave.

Everyone watched her leave, but no one did anything to get her to come back.

The guys had told you that at first Sam was someone extremely concerned about others. But the Sam you got to know seemed the complete opposite.

She was still concerned about the people she loves, but in her own way. A very different way than what you had been told.

“What do we do now?” Ethan hesitantly broke the silence.

After that, they went back to talking in more detail about what happened to Mindy and her girlfriend. During all that time, you had to pretend to be amazed and worried about them, but in reality, the only thing that occupied your mind at that moment, were the incredible abilities of that ghostface.

The night came and you were hiding somewhere in the parking lot while you made a call to your next victim who, luckily for you, was showing signs of intoxication. Ethan Landry.

You had just hung up and you saw in the distance how he looked desperately everywhere, feeling his own fear.

His steps were slow and uncoordinated. The anxiety and anguish were greater than the last time he felt it, when he was blamed countless times for being the man behind the slaughter.

You approach slowly, stopping behind each car as you get closer to him.

He looks around cautiously, his skin bristling with the tension of what is about to happen.

You sneak up behind him, just as he turns around, when you hear a noise that you yourself made to distract him.

You wrap your arm around his neck, taking him by surprise, applying strong pressure to knock the air out of him.

He tries to fight back, awkwardly hitting your elbow and shoulder while, with a quick movement, you pull out your knife and bury it in the side of his abdomen.

He groans and clenches his jaw the instant he feels the sharp tip of your weapon inside him.

You tighten your grip on him even more until you hear a car engine starting up very close to where you were.

You pull your gun out of him, making him gasp as you turn around to see where the sound is coming from. The parking lot was almost empty, with only a few cars in sight.

The car began to purr with a low, repetitive sound, and suddenly turned on powerful lights that forced you to squint, leaving you blinded for an instant.

You cursed yourself internally as you realized the vehicle was parked just a few steps away from you.

The car's engine roared louder, vibrating in the air as the driver prepared to accelerate. A chill ran down your spine as you realized he was determined to run over you and Ethan.

In an instant, the car let out a deafening scream as you stepped on the accelerator, its wheels screeching. With an almost instinctive impulse, you let go of Ethan and jumped back as the car lunged forward, violently crashing into a nearby pillar.

Your breathing quickened as your gaze moved from the car to Ethan on the ground who, despite his condition, had done the same.

You huff in frustration and look back at the car, realizing there was no one inside. A lump forms in your throat as you realize what that means.

She’s here.

You shake your head, trying to clear it. You didn’t want her to steal another victim from you, so you decide to approach Ethan with quick movements.

You were a few inches away from him when you sharpen your hearing and hear footsteps approaching from behind. Certainty washes over you: it was her.

“How was it possible she was here after how last night ended?” you mutter to yourself, incredulous.

With the knife in hand, you quickly turn around, ready to stab her chest. But she’s faster and catches your wrist with a force, making you gasp in frustration.

In an instant, you feel the cold steel in her other hand; she is already prepared for combat. You know you don't want to fight her, but if you have to, you will.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ethan crawling out of there.

You kick her ankle, causing her to instantly let go of you and limp away. You turn around with quick movements to stab him roughly in the back.

He grunts in pain as he trembles as you place your other palm on the back of the knife handle to push it deeper into him, causing him to instantly collapse with a cry of pain.

You fail to get your knife out of him in time as you are roughly pushed away, causing you to fall straight to the floor.

Your head bounced against the cold cement, feeling the beginnings of dizziness.

You tried to place your hands on her chest to push her back, but she was faster, sitting on top of you with all her weight on you while grabbing you tightly by the wrists, and with a sudden movement, she placed her hands on your head, immobilizing you.

At that moment, the mask covering your face slid up revealing your face.

You turn your head to look away from her, trying not to let her recognize you.

“Y/n?” You hear her deep voice of amazement at the modifier. You curse yourself internally for getting her to recognize you.

She tries to look at you while you move hard trying to get out of her grip until you feel her hand soften on your wrists.

You take the opportunity to get out of her grip and with quick movements, grab her wrist with which she had a knife pointing at your stomach, and her shoulder to push yourself forward and move her roughly, causing her to be under you now.

She didn’t seem to protest or defend herself from your movements, which seemed strange to you.

Now you were the one straddling her as you snatched her knife from her hand and pointed it at her neck. Your messy hair falling over your shoulders.

You didn’t want to do this, but your impulses and adrenaline told you to do it. You were trying to convince yourself that you were doing it out of self-defense.

The tip touched her neck and her hands desperately climbed up to your forearm.

You found it strange that her grip wasn’t to push you away from her, but to keep you in place, so that you wouldn’t keep moving it.

“Wait, wait, hold on!” She begs with hurried and desperate words as her grip tightens “Don’t do it, it’s me!”

For some reason you feel like you have to let her vent.

One of her hands lets go of you and slowly makes its way to her mask which she carefully removed knowing that any wrong move would get you attacked.

You were ready to push all your strength against her neck until you froze and shocked to see that the person who made your life impossible, who left you in a bad mood by not being able to kill your victims at will, who had received many blows from her, was the same one with whom you had spent many intimate moments.

“Sam?…” your voice was almost audible as you loosened your grip making the knife fall gently on her neck.

Sam hissed softly as the knife made a slight wound, making a small, not so serious line of blood as she nodded.

You were paralyzed as you tried to process this whole revelation. Even though you had her in front of you, it was still impossible to believe.

You parted your lips trying to speak, but the only thing that came out were incoherent stutters. You didn't know what to say or do at this moment, your mind was racing and the only thing you knew for sure was that she looked very pretty.

“It was you all along…” You said in a breathless whisper, breaking the deafening silence.

She nods and puts her hands on your thighs softly. “I didn’t know it was you either” she chuckles lightly.

Even through those leather gloves, you felt her warm gesture. “why did you…”

“if I had known, I wouldn’t have done it” she interrupts you. She didn’t want to have a long talk with you about why she does it. “I swear”

You could feel that her words were pure truth, but given the conditions, it was hard for you to accept it.

You stayed silent for a moment. Thousands of things were going through your mind. Every moment of fighting you had had without knowing it was her, every grudge and anger you had felt.

Suddenly a smile appeared on your face that soon turned into a soft laugh. “Oh man” you bring a hand to your temple.

She smiles back at you “You sure know how to kick hard” she teases a little to relieve the little tension there was.

You nod as you get up from her hips to shake her hand.

“Yes, I know” a smile still lingering on your face as she took your hand and you helped her stand up “How did you manage to get out?”

“I'll just tell you that there was more blood than before and a window next to her bed” she said playfully as you watched her fix her robe.

The adrenaline of the moment had left you completely assumed that you had left her locked up with all those policemen that you hadn't thought of that option, which made you laugh.

“Well, I'm really sorry”

She shook “it's okay, neither of you knew the other was ghostface”

You nod seeing her beautiful smile at your shared jokes even though there were many times when you were about to kill the other.

You missed her.

You looked into each other's eyes with a smile. You recognized that typical look of hers that with its brightness said how much she loved you.

“I should go” She breaks the silence giving you a soft goodbye smile before turning around to leave.

She's not far from you when you take a few steps, you firmly grab her wrist to turn her around and pull her towards you and join your lips.

She sighs against your lips, taking her by surprise this act, but she immediately reciprocates the kiss by putting a hand on your cheek to bring you closer to her.

Your lips parted as a reflex, letting her tongue slide past you, gasping instantly as both of your tongues met.

Your mind went cloudy and all you could think about was how much you wanted to have her in your bed like last time.

You brought a hand to her lower back to join your bodies making her gasp and smile against your lips.

The kiss quickly became more and more intense, as if your lives depended on it.

She walked forward forcing you to back up until you felt the side of the car's hood hit it, causing a thud.

You chuckled at the feel of it on your butt, but didn't break away from the kiss.

Your hand moved down the lines of her butt to move to the side and firmly touch her thigh.

She pulled away slightly to give a sharp gasp that you interpreted as pain rather than pleasure.

You felt something wet above the fabric when you touched her there but the heat of the moment made you not take it too seriously.

You took in every detail for a few seconds, every corner of her face flushed as if you wanted to memorize it, until she leaned down to kiss your jaw.

You leaned back, bracing your hands on the car as her kisses trailed down your neck.

Your gasps intensify as her moist, slightly parted lips are on your skin. They felt like heaven.

Her hand moves to rest on top of yours as you tangle your fingers in her hair as you feel her tongue dart out to lick the kiss marks she left behind.

Her breathing was just as fast as yours as you dropped your head down to reveal more of your neck to her.

As if in the blink of an eye, her leg found its way to your crotch, pressing her knee against your core which made you moan softly and tighten your grip on her hair.

I hope Sam lovers (like me) like this fic and if there is any badly written part let me know because the translator is really shitty 😸