#quinn bailey fanfiction

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Quinn Bailey Masterlist

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GEMINI:

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Chapter six: Confessions

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Warnings: Smut, language.

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October 30th

"Are you okay?" Scarlett was the first one to speak as they entered Ethan's apartment. It was dark and quiet. Chad was still at class and Ethan had to come back to his room just to finish on a paper he was working on before class. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ethan said in a monotone voice as he locked the front door behind them. "I don't know. You were quiet the whole way over." Scar followed him to his bedroom. It was clean and put together. Something she always admired about Ethan. He was clean, unlike a lot of college boys. Ethan rolled his eyes at her. "See. That. Why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"I'm not rolling my eyes." Ethan lied and he knew it too. "You just did!" Scar was confused. Why did he have an attitude? What could of happened between now and when he left her an hour ago? "Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe you should just go back to Newman or Asher or whatever his fucking name is. Maybe he'll cheer you up." Ethan spat. Scarlett shook her head. "Is that what this is about? The fact that Asher STARTED to come onto me?" Scar dropped her bag by his bed. "God will you just stop calling him that." Ethan's voice raised a bit. "Ethan why does it bother you so much?! Why does it bother you that I call him Asher or that he was interested in me?" Scarlett never seen this side of him before. Jealousy? She never thought there was a jealous bone in Ethan's body. Especially if he was the one that established that they be a secret.

"You know." Ethan hissed. "What? What do I know?" Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. "Fuck! You know okay! You know why it bothers me don't act like you don't." He couldn't be serious. He wanted to pull this. He wanted to act like I was the one who wanted to keep everything hush and not exclusive Scarlett thought to herself. "I have an idea."

Scarlett knew if they were to get together now was the worst time to do it. With everything going on it couldn't of been worse timing. "You have an idea? Come on Scarlett you have a little bit more than an idea."

"Fine! Okay yes. I know, but Ethan its not like we can do anything right now. Beside you're the one who wanted to keep everything hush and now with everything going on with the murders and my sisters I don't know if its a good ide-" Scarlett's words were cut off when she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. A felt a pair of soft lips crash onto hers with such need and swiftness. Scar lifted her feet on their tip toes to try to make up some of the hight difference using Ethan's hand on her waist for leverage.

The kiss was warm and soft at first. Scarlett was the first to pull away and as soon as she did she knew she wanted him again. Ethan grabbed her face and pulled her in. This time the kiss was needy but still gentle. It was a new feeling. Scarlett felt like this was different than the other times they've kissed. This was more intimate. Ethan reached down and tapped Scarlett's thigh. She quickly got the message as she jumped. Ethan's arm wrapped around her waist as he turned them and slowly laid Scarlett down on his blue sheets. Scarlett kicked off her brown ankle boots and lifted up Ethan's shirt. Her hands ran down his toned chest for a quick second before leaning back in for a kiss.

Ethan grabbed the ends of Scarlett's baby blue blouse lifting it up over her head to reveal her white bra. Scarlett quickly reached behind her to undo the two clasps. "Fuck." Ethan muttered as he watched Scarlett drop her bra on the floor next to them. He couldn't get enough, each time he saw her body. Scarlett leaned forward into a kiss while her hands worked Ethan's belt. After a moment Scarlett finally got to where she wanted to be and Ethan's jeans and underwear was discarded next to the bed. Ethan's lips were drawn lower towards Scarlett's belly button as he worked the zipper on her jeans. Ethans finger tips sunk into the waist of Scarlett's jeans and underwear. He pealed the remnants off her body, joining the articles on the ground.

He worked his way down to where he was two nights ago however this time he was in his own bed. He had her laid out moaning, pulling on his curls as he continued to eat her out on his own bed. "Ethan!" Scarlett moaned out. Ethan picked up his pace as he watched her body start to shake. Scarlett let out a moan as she felt her release crash over her. Ethan placed a kiss on her inner thigh before bringing himself back up to her. Scarlett crashed her lips onto his "I need you." She moaned in between kisses.

"You have no idea." Ethan whispered leaning on his right forearm. His fingers cupping her cheek as his left guided himself into her. Scarlett moaned as Ethan started going slow. Her hands wrapped behind him as her fingernails ran down his back surely leaving marks behind. They both in this moment didn't care as Ethan started to attack her neck. He pulled away and looked down at her below him as he picked up his pace. Her eye brows furrowed, her lips parted a bit and cheeks rosy. "Fuck. Fuck Scarlett." Ethan muttered. Scarlett brought one of her hands from his back to his curls, rubbing circles into his hair. "Fuck. I love you." The words made Scar's high hit hard as she moaned out. Ethan wasn't that far behind her.

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"Are you okay?" Ethan was the first one to speak up. "Yeah, are you?" Scar took her head off Ethan's chest to look up at him. Ethan reached down to her chin lifting her head up higher and placed an innocent kiss on her lips. "So about what you said."

"Forget I said anything." Ethan looked away from her. "Ethan, look at me." Scar brought her right hand to his cheek to turn his head back to her. This time Scarlett leaned up and the gave him a kiss. "I think I've been in love with you since you gave me the little rubber duck from the stupid arcade." Scarlett confessed. She remembered the day exact and the new feeling that washed over her that day. "Wait, that was before we even hooked up." Ethan's eye brows furrowed. "I know." Scarlett whispered. "So what does this mean?" Ethan asked. "Means that we are going to have to tell our friends now."

"You wanna do it tonight when I get to the apartment?" Ethan asked as he played with Scarlett's disarrayed hair. "Yeah let's just rip the band air off. Mindy is going to be so mad at me." Scar chuckled. "I think she'll get over it." Ethan smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Ethan? You home?" The sound of Chad's voice pulled them away. "Shit." Scar cursed as they both quickly got out of bed. "Yeah be right out!" Ethan shouted as he slid his jeans back on. "Fuck your neck." Ethan nodded at Scarlett's neck. Scarlett put her hand to her neck where she could feel the bruising. She knew as soon as he did it. "It's fine. It's fine, I'll cover it when I get home." Scar quickly put her top back on. "Hey I have to get to Econ but I'll see you later afterwards for dinner there okay?" Ethan pulled Scarlett in for a quick peck as he tried to straighten out her hair. "Yeah sounds good." Scar agreed as Ethan brought his hand to his door knob. Scarlett quickly stopped him. Ethan looked down at her confused. Scarlett brought her hand to his neck and leaned him down to give him a kiss. "I love you." Scarlett whispered. "I love you too." Ethan smiled. Scarlett felt happy knowing she could just do that whenever she wanted now.

Ethan opened his door and walked out. "Chad?" Ethan called out. "Yeah. There you guys are." Chad walked out from the kitchen. "Sorry, bathroom." Scar shot him a small smile. "Uh huh. Well Sam told me you guys were here and I thought we'd start heading over for dinner." Chad explained. "Yeah let me just grab my stuff." Scar headed over to Ethan's room to grab her bag. "I have Econ I need to get to but I'll meet up with you guys after." Ethan looked back and forth at the two. "Text me when you're out." Scar instructed earning a weird look from Chad. "You ready to go?" Chad looked at Scarlett. "Yeah."

The three made their way downstairs and outside "Okay dude we'll see you later." Chad looked over at Ethan. "Will do." Ethan looked over at Scarlett. She wished she could just lean over and give him a kiss now. She knew it was better to wait until they decided when to tell them.

"So what did you guys do?" Chad asked as the two started walking down the street. "Just hung out really. Studied for our film class." Scar shrugged her shoulders. "Ahh and you were in the bathroom, right? When I got home?"

"Yeah why?" Scar asked confused. "Oh no reason. Only I went to the bathroom when I got home and um you weren't there." Scarlett internally froze. "You did..." she trailed off. "Yeah, so you can try to continue this all you want but that hickey on the side of your neck gives you away."

Scarlett bit her lip and started to nod slowly. He got her. Well Ethan got her and now that's what got them caught. "Yeah, thought so." Chad smirked. "Chad it's not what it looks like." Scarlett felt like she was having serious deja vu from yesterday with Quinn. "So you and Ethan aren't sleeping together?"

"Please don't tell Mindy, I don't want to deal with the ever going saga of "You're sleeping with one of the suspects." bullshit sooner than I have to. We were gonna tell you guys tonight." Scar explained. "I mean she's right you know, to a degree. I love that dude like a brother but everyone is on the list. Between you and me though I think he's really actually harmless. Besides he cares about you. I take it you guys together or else you wouldn't be planning on telling us or... " Chad trailed off. "We were just hooking up for the past couple of months. Actually we just started dating today I guess."

"I mean I knew about the hooking up part." Chad confessed. Scarlett's eyes shot straight to him. "Wait? What? You knew?" Scar asked. "I knew it from the morning where we all went to that shitty diner on 23rd. And we all got pancakes. I kinda picked up on it. You both wouldn't stop staring at each other in an obvious I've seen you naked kinda way. Oh then there was that same night were I came back from the gym early and heard you both going at it. Didn't know your voice could get that high" Chad's words brought redness to Scarlett's cheeks. "Dude!" Scar punched him in the shoulder. "What?" Chad laughed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I thought it was nice that you finally had some type of relationship with someone after Wes. Ethan is a good one. Despite the suspect list he cares about you. I see the way he looks at you." It's been a long time since anyone brought up Wes. He will always have a special place in Scarlett's heart. They were just starting their relationship when everything happened in Woodsboro. However they were best friends since they were six. They all were. "Is it the way you look at my sister?"

"What do you mean by that?" Chad scoffed at her turning the tables. "Oh please, you have been drooling over her since we got here."

"I wouldn't say I've been drooling over her." Chad defended. "Please, you could fill an eight foot swimming pool if you wanted." Scar joked

"Fine I like her. I just don't know what to really do. She's on this whole independence thing she's got going on." Chad admitted. Scarlett knew Tara liked her independence but she knew that she liked Chad too. Chad was a good guy and has been since they were young. She knew he wouldn't burden her with more issue's. She knew he would treat her right and how she should be. "She can still be independent and have someone who loves her and is good for her. Which you are."

"We almost kissed the other night. After we got back from the halloween party." Chad confessed. "Dude why haven't you tried again?" Scar asked "I don't know I just don't want to overstep." Chad explained. "I literally just said you need to go for it. I'm serious she likes you." Scar smiled. "You know you're a good wingman you know that?" Chad

"I'm like one of the dudes. When do I get my penis?" Scar joked. "Based off your neck, looks like you already did." Chad smirked "Shut up." Scar hit his shoulder once again. "Oh wait hold up. I forgot Mindy asked me to stop and get her some tampons. I didn't want her grabbing any by herself. Apparently you guys are out over there." Chad stopped in his tracks at the corner store. "Huh. Last time I checked we had a whole bunch." Scarlett remembered looking in the cabinet at the two boxes full. "Well apparently you don't. Then again that apartment is full of estrogen. We have to hurry though your sisters freaking out. There was another attack. Her therapist."

"Shit." Scarlett cursed but her mind was stuck on the first part of Chad's sentence. Was it really that long ago? Scarlett grabbed her phone out of her pocket as she followed Chad into the store. She opened her period app and that's when she saw it. "Ten days late" the grey circle read. "Oh my God." Scarlett felt herself go into panic mode. She couldn't let herself panic in front of Chad. Scarlett gulped at the pressure in the back of her throat. No, she couldn't be pregnant. Not right now. There is no way, she was on the pill.

Unfortunately she knew that the pill wasn't one hundred percent safe as much as she wanted to rely on it to help her calm down. Hey maybe she wasn't even pregnant. They've been under a lot of stress the past few days, but it hasn't been ten."Hey I can grab them. I know what kind they like. You mind grabbing something to drink to bring to the apartment?" Scar asked. "Yeah." Chad nodded. The last time she was in a corner store she was getting chased down by a killer with a gun, this some how was scarier as she looks at the pregnancy test. Scarlet grabbed the clear blue and the box of tampons a bit further down the aisle.

Scarlett quickly made her way to the check out lady hoping she could check out in time before Chad saw her. The older woman at the check out looked down at the products then back at Scarlett with a confused look. "Well its either one or the other." Scar told her.

The older lady with the name tag labeled "Betty" rang out the two items. After paying quickly Scarlett grabbed the bag with the tampons in it and grabbed the test out to put in her bag. "Here we are." Chad brought over a bottle of wine. "ID please."

Chad grabbed his fake id from his wallet and handed it to the lady. Betty looked at the id then back at Chad. "Sure." She muttered as she scanned the bottle. "Good luck." Betty told the two as she finished bagging up the bottle. "Huh?" Chad asked confused.

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"We arrive with party favors." Chad raised the bottle of wine as he closed the door behind him. "And tampons." Scar handed the bag off to Mindy. "Thank you. I will take these." Mindy got up from her spot on the couch and headed to the bathroom. "And I bring this." Chad took the bottle of wine out of the brown paper bag. "You didn't have to." Chad handed the bottle to Sam."Scar's idea."

"Thank you. Food will be done soon hopefully. We just started." Sam headed back into the kitchen. "You guys need help?" Chad asked. "Yeah actually that would be great." Tara smiled as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Where's Ethan?" Anika asked as she sat down on the couch. "He's at Econ. He'll be over right after." Scar explained. "Is he going to be okay by himself?" Anika asked. "I told him to text us as soon as he leaves."

"Much better." Mindy sighed as she came out of the bathroom. "Great cause I need to pee." Scar smiled. "All yours." Mindy moved aside as Scarlett headed in. She closed the door behind her and locked it along with Quinn's connecting door. "Okay." Scarlett muttered as she grabbed the box out of her bag. She quickly grabbed the stick out of the box shopping the instructions. It was pretty simple, pee on the damn stick Scarlett thought to herself. After she was finished she went to put a timer on her phone but there was no need. She looked down at the stick as two dark blue lines appeared. "Oh my God.”

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Nothing else matters...

Scream fanfiction

word count: 4,9k

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, death, graphic scenes, death of a main character, Scream 6 spoilers, not greatly written madness arc, spoilers for all the Screams, madness, angst, loss, sorrow and anguish, not native english speaker writing, mad!Sam

Summary: You leave Woodsboro with your girlfriend and friends, just for your past to chase after. Sam is dancing on the edge of despair.

a.n.: Been working on this for a little while. The base idea was mine, but @chefboiblobbies helped a lot with giving me inspiration, and being the most wholesome human one could wish for while writing. Thanks a lot!

a.n.2.: This was NOT planned to be this angsty when I started writing. Still, love that it turned out this way. Lil' "fluff" at the end! Also I'm not a native english person, don't stone me for writing something badly please.

Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

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When Tara met you in Woodsboro high school, she never expected to fall for you. Yet she did. Hard. It didn’t require much time for you to ask her out too. Love was in the air, and it was as if you were meant together. You carried her books for her, got overprotective when Wes showed up and chased away her bullies more than once. Mindy made sure to let you know how cute you two looked which always resulted in Tara hiding in your neck, red from embarrassment.

Then she got attacked. You never left the hospital neither her side, not once. When Ghostface came for her, you stood beside her and got carved up. Again. For this happened to you before. Everybody in Woodsboro knew this. You were one of the survivors of the last attacks, when your sister and Charlie Walker decided to follow the tradition of the town. When the big reveal happened, Jill stabbed you and left you to die. The events still haunt you in your dreams.

After what happened then, you were offered to move in with Kirby, and you gladly accepted. She made sure to be the sister that you lost and helped you in any way possible. You were often visited by Gale and Sydney too, to make sure everything is okay. Everything was certainly not okay, but you managed just fine. You started high school two years after Kirby finished it.

Tara and you met on her first year at Woodsboro high. She was so lost it was almost written on her face, so you offered to help which she gladly accepted. After that you took her around school, showed her around. You quickly became friends, and you joined her friend circle as well. Until then, you were more like a lonely island with walls raised so high, the sun couldn't be seen at the top. The moment you two started getting along, these walls crumbled down like they were made of cards that got blown at.

You were so scared for her when you got the news from the police about the attack. You rushed to the hospital and barged in her room, not caring about the angry voices behind you. She was sleeping peacefully, her heartbeat monitors beeping at a steady state. You held her hand until she waked, high from all the painkillers she got. She was even cuter now. Cute, beautiful, and fragile. You wanted nothing more than to protect her. You got the chance to do that, not long after.

When Ghostface came after her, Dewey managed to shoot the killer three times with your help. You got stabbed the same amount beforehand, trying to protect Tara from the deadly blade. Then the late sheriff made the mistake of confronting the killer alone.

The shared trauma bonded you two even more. There wasn’t a night that you spent apart after the events cuddling and sleeping together, fearing to ever lose to other. When on Sam's decision they moved to New York, you followed suit, making sure to live close to them. Late night calls from Tara were often. Her nightmares always making her shiver and tremble until she was in your arms.

One day you were cuddling together in her bed, watching a movie. You were both relaxed, leaving the memories behind. You thought it was in the past now. You thought you would be able to move on, continue with your life. You were wrong.

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After the grocery store, Sam didn't know who to trust. The movement of Ghostface was familiar. Her father's voice inside her head told her it was someone she loved. She ignored him.

She was dazed while Bailey questioned them. Didn't know where to look, what to do. She told him her alibi, then stayed in dead silence, half-listening to what you and Tara were saying.

When Bailey left and you two started to follow suit, she also joined. Her mind was still hazy and full of rage. She didn't know what to do with it. It was as if it were bottled up in her, but she couldn't take of the cap.

"Kirby!" She heard you exclaim in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello Y/N" she said before also acknowledging the other two women in the hallway.

"You know each other?" Bailey asked.

"Yes. Sam was a junior in Woodsboro high when I was a senior. With Y/N, we've known each other since..." Kirby stopped clearing her throat and looking at you. "Well, since 2011" she finished.

"She and her family looked out for me after my sister decided to end ours... I can't be more thankful for that" you said as you walked up to hug her tightly. She didn't protest and hugged you back.

"I've missed you" she sighed.

"Me too" you said, poking your chin into her neck. "But you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

"I would really like to know that too" Bailey said, inching a little closer.

"I take special interest in Ghostface cases" Kirby started. "Last year I wasn't allowed to do my job for being too green, but now I got clearance. I'll help with your investigation detective."

When you walked back to the Carpenters Sam asked you; "How much do you trust her?"

You looked back, disbelief flooding your face. "With my heart and soul. She would never hurt me in any way shape or form." You answered when you realised, she was really awaiting an answer.

"Good."

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The events unfolded way quicker than Sam would have liked it. Anika and Quinn were dead, killed by Ghostface in her apartment. Bailey has crumbled to pieces. Tara and you were glued together, Mindy was furious and exhausted. To make matters worse for Sam, Gale showed up again offering her help. She enjoyed the reporter's presence but she was high up on the suspect list.

Gale was nice with you as always, making sure you were okay or at least healthy. Of course you were not okay, your best friend, Quinn died. How does someone deal with that?

The reporter leaded the group to a cinema, where Sam tensed. Memories flashed through her mind that weren't hers. To add to the plate, her father was back again, whispering and influencing her in ways that seemed more and more acceptable.

Objects of the late Ghostface killings were displayed. The television, that ended Stu Macher, the blade your sister had used, even blueprints and drawings of the original house. Everything was here.

You had episodes too. Memories of that fateful night at Kirby's old house. Your sister's face as she grinned at you raised her hand and... You cut it out. Turned around and didn't look back until you left the stage to comfort your shaken girlfriend.

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After the attack on Gale both you and Sam were on your heels. You both wanted revenge and with Tara’s idea, a plan was formed. It wasn’t that complicated; the only thing for you to do was to stay vigilant the whole time. The grid hallway would trap anyone who would come inside after you and then Kirby would shoot them. No compromise, no jail, and no police. With Mindy and Ethan being cut of from the team, you started without them. Kirby locked the shaft and held onto the gun. Sam protested but the agent wouldn’t hear any of it.

Kirby decided to sweep the are one more time, before getting comfortable. Tara and Chad went to the bar of the cinema, to try and find something edible. Sam, drawn by an invisible force went upstage to the mannequins. You followed her, trying hard not to look at that robe.

Sam kept walking towards the middle figure. Step by step she got closer, the air around her suddenly becoming suffocating. Her heartbeat was out the roof once she pressed her fingers lightly on the glass door. Then she saw his face, reflecting at her. Wide warm smile on his face as if he was welcoming her home. Maybe he was.

“All hail Sam Loomis!” he said “You know there’s only one way this will end for good. With you, finishing my job.”

“Shut up” she mumbled effortlessly.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… You just don’t learn, do you?” he asked. “Pick up my legacy and finish the job.”

“Please…”

“He isn’t wrong you know” this was a new voice. A woman’s voice coming from behind her. Sam turned around and saw herself, just older. No, this wasn’t her. This was… “When I tried to get revenge for my pretty boy, they killed me and made a movie out of it!” Nancy’s voice was low, full of hatred. “But you! You still have the chance to avenge our family!”

“N-“ Sam started but was cut of again by yet another new voice.

“They don’t deserve to live!” her voice sounded familiar. Sam turned right, to see who’s speaking and found you. No, this wasn’t you either. “They all cheated death. What makes them think they can escape his cold, white grasp?”

“That’s the catch!” Billy spoke again and chuckled. “No one can! No matter if they die sooner, so this may not happen again and let others live for more! It doesn’t mean a thing. Why protect them then?”

“There really is no point babe!” now, Sam knew who this was coming from. It haunted her in her dreams and made her days miserable as well. “Why wouldn’t you hunt down and slice up those, who have wronged you? Just think about all the slicing you could do. It felt good to slice me up, didn’t it?"

Yes.

“Imagine how good it would feel to kill your haters.” Amber spoke from beside Richie. “Oh! What a gran finale that would be!”

“You would be a star!” Charlie appeared. “Loved by everyone!”

No. Feared!

“Feared would be even better wouldn’t it Sammy?” Billy spoke as if he heard her thoughts. Maybe he did. Maybe he was right.

“We all know failure, there is no denying it” Roman said. “You could beat everyone of us! The one that got away. The one that finished the job. The one that could kill Sydney fuckin’ Prescott.”

“Now wouldn’t that be just… Liberating?” said Mickey while gently caressing her back.

Maybe.

Sam could feel his hand getting grabbed and yanked upward. As she turned towards the man who yanked her arm, she could feel shaky breathing on her fingers. Stu was holding her half laughing, half panting. Maniac smile plastered on his face. “The moment when the knifey enters the body! It’s so… Uplifting!” he yelled and threw her hand up, to prove himself. “You know I’m right.” he growelled.

Yes.

“You’ve felt it” Billy joined in the chanting.

Yes!

“And you want to taste it again” almost all of them were yelling at this point.

And again, and again, and again.

“Finish the job…” Billy said, looking deeply in her eyes.

Before Sam could answer him, she got turned around, away from the glass. You were holding her shoulders, lightly shaking her up.

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You needed to do something. Sam had been staring at her father’s robes for almost five minutes now mumbling and shaking. So, you did the only thing you could. You grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her away.

Something changed in her. You saw it the moment she turned and broke the trans state she got in. Your brain could register Tara's laughter in the distance, but you didn't pay attention to it right now. Sam's eyes were burning with hatred, and you weren't sure it was not directed towards you.

"Everything okay?" You asked, worry in your voice.

She didn't answer, just looked at you like you asked her whether she wants to die. After a few moments, her eyes widened, and her expressions softened. She put one of her hands on your shoulder reassuringly and spoke quietly.

"Yes. Sorry for that. I just..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her phone rang, Bailey showing up on the screen. You pointed towards it, gesturing for her to pick up. She nodded and pressed the green button on the screen.

"Hel..." she started, but was interrupted again, frustration washing over her face. You could hear Bailey's voice but couldn't make out what he said. It was something about Kirby and the FBI. Sam's expression changed to fear, to anger and then to determination. She hung up, ripped open her father's cabinet and picked up the bloody knife. She looked at you in disbelief, like she was reconciling something.

"You said you vouch for Kirby being on our side!"

"Because she is!" You said, your voice trembling with fear at the recognition of her words.

"Well, Bailey just told me she was suspended from the FBI a year ago, for unpredictable behaviour" Sam told you. "She was lying to us this whole time!"

What? How could this be? Could Kirby really be a cold-blooded killer? The woman who treated you like her sister when yours turned out to be a psycho. The one that protected you and took care of you after the events of 2011. It couldn't be. It can't be.

"Well, she very much looks guilty now" Sam answered you. As it turns out, that last part, you said out loud.

You couldn't move from the shock. It was as if you were glued to the ground, the weight of pressure finally nailing you down. You didn't even register Sam storming of to find Kirby. You couldn't comprehend anything that was happening around you. It was like if the robes around you faces had, all of them staring you down. One of them was smiling. Oh, how you missed that smile.

She was there, in the place of the mannequin. Her hair messy like the last time you saw her, knife in hand. Sydney on the floor, under her watchful gaze. There were other bodies, but none of them recognisable. The moment flashed vividly before you. Your sisters face changed when she understood what you were seeing. Her smile turned from the one that you loved so much to one that you feared. One you were terrified of. The same she stabbed you with more times you wanted to remember.

"Looks like our friend finally came to her senses" Jill said as she started to giggle. The giggling quickly turned into laughter, then to shrieking. You dropped to your knees, crying, screaming at her to stop. She didn't. You could feel the other Ghostfaces moving from their places behind you, each having the same purpose; to slice you up like they did to Quinn.

You were crumbling on the floor, the weight feeling impossibly heavy, when a scream woke you. You turned to its direction. It came from the bar. Why was that important? Oh right, your girlfriend was there. Why did that matter?

It hit you like a train. In seconds you were running to the others. The sight that welcomed you was worse than what you lived through just moments ago. Two Ghostfaces had Chad on his knees, taking turns on striking their knifes into him. Tara was held back by a frozen Sam, Kirby nowhere to be seen. You rushed towards the Carpenters, pulling them backwards but for no avail. Sam was rooted to her space, holding onto Tara so hard, you were afraid for her. Blood was pumping in your ear, muffling the sounds of the Ghostfaces work and Tara's pleads and screams.

You tried again, this time more forcefully. You didn't expect what would happen. With lightning speed, Sam shoved you forcefully backwards, pushing Tara back as well. Then she shot out with a speed you have never seen yet. In just milliseconds she threw herself onto one of the attackers, tackling them. Then she strook down with the knife.

You couldn't believe your eyes. The other Ghostface quickly threw Chad to the floor, trying to help his accomplice but he wasn't successful. Sam blocked the attack by punching away the hand that held the knife and plunged her own inside of him, tearing on his robes. He fell over, a feminine scream leaving her. Sam was over her in an instant, driving her blade into her once again. The other threw himself onto Sam getting her off her. When he tried to stab her, she punched him in the neck and tried to disarm him, since her knife was still in the other Ghostface. She gripped his hand, hard and smacked it against the wall beside them.

You started moving to help, but then saw the raging fire that was burning inside Sam's eyes, and you froze. She wasn't the woman you knew. She was more like a version of her that reminded you of... Of Jill. The raw strength, the rage, the hatred. Every little detail reminded you of her, of the ruthless predator that sliced you up. The sister that showed no remorse in trying to eradicate her family.

So, you just watched, Tara in your arms, also frozen. Her sobs stopped and was now watching horrified of what her sister does.

A gunshot's sounded through the room, its discord slowly fading away. You snapped your head back, seeing Bailey edging towards you with Kirby held as a hostage wounds on her stomach and arms, blood dribbling out of them. You saw that he knew you were there too, but his eyes were fixated on what was happening on the other side of the room. You turned back, in time to see Sam pulling the knife through one of their throats and spinning quickly behind the other, placing the blade on their now exposed neck, drawing blood. The other stumbled to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Put. Her. Down." Bailey spitted out, voice full of loss and hatred.

Sam laughed before answering, a manic smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were filled with joy and fulfilment as she held back the other woman, who was struggling against her firm, unescapable grip. "How nice of you to join the party that you orchestrated. I've been waiting for you!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked tearing up at the sight of one of the Ghostfaces dropping to the floor. This was the moment you realised how deeply you were betrayed. Not just by him, but by your best friend too. You looked at the Ghostface that was held captive by Sam, disgust written all over your face.

"Should you be really worried about that with a knife held to your bitch daughter's throat?" She asked back, her voice trembling from joy. "I would just need to press a little harder and your family would be o-ver" and she did, carving into the flesh to make her point. "Every one of you, killed by me. Ironic, isn't it? Since you were the ones that tried to fuck with mine" she growled the last sentence.

"What..." was the only thing that left Tara, her voice dying in her throat.

"Oh, don't you worry sweety. I figured it out. I figured out how to end this once and for all!" Her excitement was palpable.

"H- How will you do it?" You asked, fearing the answer.

"I will kill everyone who had anything to do with any of this. After that, no one will do it, ever again!"

A chill ran down your spine. Her smile was like a wretched and rotten corpse ready to be cremated. She was talking about everyone and both you and Tara knew it. You knew you were on the list that formed inside her head.

"We need to get out of here" you whispered to Tara, who nodded slightly.

“Let her go and I will let Kirby walk away” Bailey started. It was like he didn’t hear what Sam just spoke about. “This is between you and me!”

“I should have known it was you from the start!” Sam stated pointing at Bailey with her blade. “You know, you have the same nose as your son. The earlobes are similar as well. How was I this stupid?! I wonder if your screams and whimpers are the same as well.”

Bailey’s face darkened at that sentence. He went rigid, his muscles tensing, veins showing on his face.

“That’s it!” Sam called out, victorious grin on her face. “Show your daughter what a monster you really are!”

You leaned down to Tara, whispering in her ear. “When I push, you run behind the counter. Don’t look back. I will be right behind you…”

As the last word escaped your mouth, Bailey pushed Kirby away from himself and shot at Sam three times. Immediately you pushed Tara, who started ducking and running towards the location you told her. You saw Sam taking cover, using Quinn as a human shield. You rushed for Kirby, yanking her by her arm and dragging herself with you. Another shot was fired, and you felt immense pain in your left leg. With a final force you pushed Kirby forward and fell to the floor. She made it. She must have made it.

You looked back behind your shoulders to see Sam racing towards her enemy. Two additional shots were fired but neither one hit Sam, who was now on her opponent striking down with her blade. She stabbed him two times in the stomach, then pulled her blade high, and finally plunging it in Bailey’s face. His blood dribbled out, covering Sam. She tasted the blood and revelled in the feeling. You looked where she was originally positioned. Quinn had her mask taken of a huge opening in her throat, gasping for air that would never come. Not long after, her moans also faded away leaving silence in the room. You fearfully watched Sam whose eyes were wide as if she just had the most fulfilling euphoria in her life.

Sam sat over Bailey, still as a statue. You didn’t dare to move either. Whatever happened to her, you didn’t feel like she was safe. You were right.

As the blood from her blade dropped to the floor, her head snapped to where you were, her eyes wide. She slowly started moving towards you, while you desperately tried to push yourself further away from her. You could hear low whispers coming from the counter, so you made even more noise, trying to keep them hidden.

“Oh, Y/N” Sam started. “I’m sorry it had come to this. Truly…”

“Sam” you started shaking. “Sam stop! What are you doing?!”

“Tell me where my sister is and I swear I’ll make this quick for you” she said, then plunged the knife deep into your stomach. You didn’t need to try making sounds now to cover for your girlfriend. The scream that left you was louder than you imagined you could be.

“Where. Is. She?”

“Fuck you- Arghh!” you moaned out in pain as she twisted the knife in you.

“Sam stop!” Tara cried out, standing up from behind the counter. “Why…”

“To stop this from happening ever again. I thought I said this already.” she answered while standing up. From below, you could see the cuts and wounds that were left by the Ghostfaces. How is she still moving? “Now come here! I’ll promise it will be painless.”

“You’re crazy” you huffed out but got cut of with a kick from her into your open wound. You curled into a little ball, muffling your sounds whit a hand tucked inside your mouth.

“Tara, I won’t kill her until you left us, so you don’t have to see her die! Her pain is on you.”

Tara’s eyes widened even more and stumbled backwards, still not believing her eyes and ears. “Don’t say that.”

“Oh, but it is” she chuckled. “Don’t you see? This could have ended by now.”

You noticed something moving behind Sam, but your eyes were too blurry with tears to identify it. You could tell it was someone not something, but no more.

“Tara, sweety. Just come here. I’m not in the mood to play catch.”

“You won’t need to” said a voice behind Sam, making her spin around. You wasted no time, and jumped to tackle her by her feet, screaming in pain while doing it. You felt a sharp sensation in your shoulders, as she plunged it into you, but you managed to throw her of, grabbing her legs as hard as you could to make her unable to stand up.

This was something you and Kirby practised for months while living together. As soon as you heard her voice, you knew what you had to do. So, you did it. Holding onto her legs with slippery, bloody hands was way more challenging than you thought, but it did the trick. You could hear Kirby running closer, trying to hold Sam down as well. Even your best wasn’t enough for her. She managed to get one of her legs free, kicking you forcefully of and focusing then on the agent before her.

You could do nothing but to watch as they scrambled of the nearest weapon, fighting over who gets a hold of it quicker. You didn’t see clearly but you knew Sam was winning. Then you felt the sharp sensation in your shoulders again, as someone pulled the blade out of it. You bit your lips not to scream out and give away the third opponent Sam had.

You saw Tara rushing toward them and stabbing her sister in the back. As she screamed out in pain, Kirby ripped the gun out of her hands, quickly pointing at her and pulling the trigger. It didn’t go of. The blonde cursed and threw herself at Sam but got kicked away. You started crawling towards them.

You saw your brunette getting smacked against the wall and dropping to the ground. Sam stood up and looked at her, hesitating for a moment. That was all you needed to reach her, trying to rip her leg out from under her. She cursed, but left Tara alone and turned towards you kicking your arm. You screamed even louder as you could feel and hear the bone crack. She crouched down to lift your head looking in your eyes. Your sight was darkening, you could feel yourself passing out. Or away.

“Bye Y/N” she said as she raised her arm to strike down.

You hearing was muffled after that, but you heard someone screaming, and you didn’t feel the cold steel inside you. The last thing you saw was her body dropping to the floor before your sight darkened and all you could see was black.

---------------------------------------------------

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your throat felt soar, and everything hurt like hell. Your right hand was hanging from a suspension. As you tried to move your other hand to touch it, you felt warm fingers around your palm. You moved your eyes over and saw Tara, bloody face, and even bloodier clothes. Her eyes were shining with hope and happiness as she looked at you.

“Hey!” she said softly.

You tried to say something, but your throat was too sore. The only thing you managed to get out of you was a low growl. She chuckled at even that, smile wider than ever. A nurse handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted and drank from it slowly, your stomach hurting form every little movement. After that Tara asked for some privacy, which the nurse gave you.

“I thought I lost you Y/N. I did, for four minutes.”

“What happened?” you struggled to say every letter of these two words.

Tara’s face darkened, her face overcoming with sorrow. You wanted nothing else than to take back your words, but you couldn’t. A tear fell down her face as she took a deep breath, to explain.

“After you saved me, Sam was about to strike you down, when I got up and stabbed her twenty-eight times” her voice dropped, low and slow. She couldn’t look at you. “After that, I picked up Bailey’s handgun which was hidden in his boot and did the same thing as Sam did with Richie. Just with the whole barrel.”

You held her hand tightly, gripping it harder than ever. She finally looked at you, your eyes connecting. Her sorrow, hate and desperation could all be seen. Immediately she started tearing up and moments later she was crying herself out beside you, while you whispered soothing words to her.

You didn’t know how much you held her, and how much time did you two spending crying, but it didn’t matter. Her body pressed to your side, rising, and dropping with every in- and exhale. It was the only calming thing you had right now, so you gripped onto her as tight as you could.

“The others don’t know yet” she said, between two sobs.

“The others?” you managed to ask back.

“Mindy and Chad survived. So did Kirby, but she was there. Sam saved Chad by rushing towards Ethan. Gale wanted to visit you too, but they didn’t let her leave her room. I refused to leave your side. Wanted to be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you” you said, tearing up again. “Thank you so much Tara.”

She didn’t answer, just curled up even more beside you.

“I love you Y/N” she said finally, voice low and unsure. “Nothing else mattered to me, but you. Nothing else matters.”

“I love you too” you said inhaling her smell. “I would do anything for you.” Then you chuckled and pulled a little away, to be able to look her in the eyes. “Took us long enough don’t you think?”

She nodded, and went back to curl up beside you, her face in your neck. You placed your hand around her, inhaling her again. She filled your senses, pain dissipating, thoughts evening out. There was nothing you could think of but her as you drifted back to sleep.

[tatumrileyslover]

Scream Masterlist

Scream

Stu Macher

I’m Not Dead, So I’m Not Done (part 1)

Synopsis: after the events of the Woodsboro massacre, Sidney and her girlfriend think they can live out their lives in peace, until familiar items keep popping up

Sidney Prescott

Coming soon…

Tatum Riley

Coming soon…

Scream 4

Jill Roberts

Shattered Unity [series]

Fragment 1: Part 1

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

Kirby Reed

Coming soon…

Scream 5/6

Tara Carpenter

Solace

Synopsis: when (Y/n) receives concerning texts from Tara about a psycho phone call after a fight

In These Arms Of Mine

Synopsis: Tara think that just because she is the ghostface killer the people she loves are safe

Redemption

Synopsis: Tara is stuck in the hospital after Ghostface attack, when (y/n)’s absence becomes too much to bear after hearing a strange thud in the corridor

Sam Carpenter

Coming soon…

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Coming soon…

Amber Freeman

Heads, Hearts, and Hangovers

Synopsis: Amber and (Y/n) wake up with strange bruises after a drunk night out

Quinn Bailey

Coming soon…

Ethan Landry

Coming soon…

Anika Kayoko

Coming soon…

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

》 🅂🄲🅁🄴🄰🄼 🄺🄸🄻🄻🄴🅁🅂

Requests: Open / Closed

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

> Ghostface

- BILLY LOOMIS

- STU MATCHER

- MICKEY ALTIERI

- DEBBIE SALT**

- ROMAN BRIDGER

- CHARLIE WALKER

- JILL ROBERTS

- RICHIE KIRSCH

- AMBER FREEMAN

- DETECTIVE BAILEY

- QUINN BAILEY

- ETHAN LANDRY

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

Credits: @bloodibambiidoll @skellygraphics

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Scream

Character: Tara Carpenter

Sample Size: 498 stories

Source: AO3

[eatmeeraw]

i turned on anon asks, so you can make anon reqs :) i really don’t have a lot of ideas rn and i’d like some help, at least about the characters i can write about

[ericac318]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary:

Lennox Monroe attends Blackmore University and lives in the same building as her friends: Tara and Sam Carpenter, and Quinn Bailey. Lennox has been secretly dating Quinn’s Father, Detective Wayne Bailey when Ghostface makes his comeback! Detective Bailey x OC This story does not follow ‘Scream VI’ 100% and it’s very much just something I wanted to write.

Chapter 1

“Why don’t you want to join your friends at one of the many Halloween parties going on this evening?” Wayne asked as Lennox snuck him into her apartment for what felt like the thousandth time.

She shook her head as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her body, “I could, but I’d rather be here with you,” she breathed before she placed her lips against his.

He smiled against her lips as he deepened the kiss, grinding his body against hers as they made their way further into her apartment until they reached the living room where Lennox shoved him back onto her sofa.

Lennox straddled him once he was settled, lifting her dress as she ground against the bulge in his jeans while revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You were confident about how this night was going to go, weren’t you?” he teased as he broke their kiss while moving his hand from her hip until his fingers teased her, causing her to hold her breath.

They were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

Lennox inhaled sharply from his actions as she climbed off him, holding her finger to her lips signaling that he needed to keep quiet while she went to answer the door.

Lennox opened her door to reveal Wayne’s daughter, Quinn, on the other side. “What can I do for you, bestie?” Lennox asked, hoping it wasn’t anything that would take up too much time.

Quinn replied, her voice low, “Listen, do you have any condoms? I forgot a pill this week and I’m out,” she explained.

“Sure,” Lennox replied as she left Quinn at the door while she grabbed a few necessities before returning to the door. “Is this enough for whatever you have planned for tonight?” she added with a wicked smile crossing her lips.

Quinn let out a loud laugh, “This should be plenty. I hope you have some left for yourself,” she replied with a wink before she disappeared down the hallway.

Lennox returned to Wayne where she found him wearing a perplexed expression. “What’s the matter, baby?” she inquired as she climbed back on top of him, noticing his erection hadn’t left.

“Was my daughter just at your door asking for protection?” he asked, his brow furrowed as she attempted not to let the information distract him too much where it would ruin his night.

Lennox shrugged, “At least she’s being safe. Are you ready to return to where we left off or are you too distracted now?”

He took a deep breath, “No, I’m not distracted. Perhaps a little concerned, but I’ll worry about that later. Where were we?”

“I think I know what you want,” she whispered as she backed away from him and lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees, between his legs. “Do you agree?” she said, breathily as she started undoing his jeans.

He nodded, unable to respond as he hissed as he felt her fingers wrap around him before they were replaced by her lips.

A few hours later, Lennox woke from Wayne’s sudden jolt from underneath her.

“What’s going on?” she questioned as she fought off her sleepiness.

Bailey shook his head, “I’m not one hundred percent sure yet. There’ve been three murders since I arrived at your place,” he began as he grasped her face and placed a passionate kiss on her lips.”I’ve gotta go, but I want you to lock your door. Don’t open your door unless you’re absolutely sure you know the person on the other side, understood?”

“Of course, I trust you,” she replied as she watched him leave her bed and throw on his clothes with speed she’d never witnessed.

“I will be in touch,” he added as he left her apartment.

Lennox locked her door as soon as he was gone before plugging in her phone and turning on her ringer.

A/N: If you’re enjoying my different take on ‘Scream VI’, read on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46090024/chapters/116022784

[kaylinlmfao]

i hate you! but oh how i love you

type of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): mentions of sexual stuff but no actual smut in this part, teasing,, murder, violence, gore, this is mostly just plot

pairings(s): dark!dom!ethan landry x sub!fem!reader

A/N: here is a special, dark fic for a treat for me and for you guys. keep the requesting coming! I love this request, more like this one please! thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! this is part 1 (no smut just plot)

if i wrote an ethan x fem fanfiction and kinda combined the elements of my oneshots and put them into an actual book would y'all read it? (on wattpad)

just a couple of different things from the movie in this fic. sam, tara, kirby, and chad all die. so do quinn and bailey. all killed by ethan. ethan survives and we'll see where it goes from there.

"ok, ew. get a room you two." you say to tara and chad, accidentally walking in on them kissing. "how about you get a room? we already have one. this room." tara tells you, laughing. she knows you're excited for her. she's liked chad for as long as you can remember. your smile fades as you look behind her. "TARA MOVE!" you shout as the masked killer drives a knife into tara's back. she lets out a cry of pain as chad begins dodging and fighting the killer. "oh my god, tara." you run over to help her up off the floor. "it's ok. it's ok" you try to reassure yourself. you lift tara off the floor, slinging her arm over your shoulder as you try to get her to the door.

"chad! come on" you shout as he kicks the ghostface hard, then rushing over to help you with tara. you swing open the door. "oh my god!" tara shouts. you scream as you see sam barrel through the door. she looks at the three of you in shock before chad starts rushing us to go. "come on, go go go." he ushers us through the door as i glance back at the figure, struggling to get up from their place on the ground. "it's kirby! she's the killer!" sam exclaims as you all are running through the theater. "no shit!" chad runs over to the door you came in before being stopped. "it's locked. come on." "so we're trapped?" you ask, full of fear. this isn't your first rodeo with ghostface, oh no, but you always feel a huge wave of fear when seeing the mask. whether you see a person wearing the mask on the street, or seeing an actual killer wearing it, it brings back bad memories of your ex girlfriend.,

"kirby made this whole theater a kill box. for us." sam voices. tara spins and points upwards. "hey, what about that? there's an exit door. maybe it leads to the roof or something?" she asks, breathless. "there's only one way to find out. let's go." chad orders, grabbing tara's hand. i grip sam's hand as we turn to run. suddenly, another masked ghostface comes out from behind the curtain, swinging their knife. with an extra hard swing, one of the mannequin heads goes flying. "beheadings!" chad shouts, tackling the killer. "chad!" you shout, pointing to the camera behind him as sam rushes to help tara. "smile for the camera motherfucker" chad exclaims, swinging the camera, the figure on the floor flying back from the force of the blow

you push the movie curtain past you quickly, running through. "over there!' tara points as ghostface comes barreling from somewhere behind you. you take the lead, running down the narrow hallway, just trying to get away. another masked killer appears on the opposite end of the hall. now, you're all blocked in from both sides. before chad turns and throws the camera he's still holding at the pursuer behind you. "get fucked!" he shouts. you run into the room you began in, chad pulling the popcorn machine down in front of the figure rushing after you all. the killer swings his knife at chad, aiming to slice and dice. sam and tara each grab one of it's arms, pulling the person back. you subtlety turn, looking for the metal baseball bat you brought for protection. bingo. you grab it from where you leaned it against the wall while talking to chad and tara.

you take the bat in your hands, shout a loud battle cry, and swing at the masked figure, hard. they go flying to the floor with a loud cry of pain. it's a female. now more proof that it's kirby. tara pulls her foot back, crying out from the strain on her wound, and kicks the masked person on the floor, hard. "holy shit tara. brutal" you say, grabbing her and sam, backing up as chad picks up a glass machine off of the counter. "you hit them with a baseball bat" sam counters as chad fixes to throw the glass on the ghostface writhing in pain on the floor. you chuckle with pride. "i know." you see something behind chad that makes you scream in fear. "chad!" you cry, trying to warn him. you're too late, and you watch as the killer drives their knife into you're best friend's side. "no!" you and tara shout in unison. sam holds tara back, gripping your arm at the same time.

the other killer stands and they begin stabbing chad, over and over. you're on the verge of breaking down, again. deja vu. and your boyfriend ethan and mindy still haven't shown yet. you hope and pray that everyone survives this as you turn, unable to watch the scene in front of you, but knowing that there is nothing you can do to help chad. "run" he mouths to you, smiling sadly, blood flowing freely from his mouth and the other wounds on his torso. his body falls to the floor, and the two masked killers wipe their knifes in one swift motion. you run with tara and sam, vision blinded by tears. you cry out in surprise as another ghostface emerges from behind the curtain. the masked killer from before appears on the other side, shaking and waving their knife at you.

sam reaches down and picks up three bricks, handing one to tara and offering one to you. with a shake of your head, you decline. "i've got this" you say, readying your bat to begin swinging. you, tara, and sam form a triangle, tara and yourself gripping hands, sobbing. "ready?" sam asks as tara lets out a cry. "i need you both to be ready? ready?" she repeats. you nod, reaching for her hand, closing the circle. your holding onto sam and tara's hands for dear life, watching as the two sisters reach for the others hand. "deja vu" you whisper. "look at me" sam orders you and tara. "ready?" you glance at sam, then at tara. you may not be blood, but these are your sisters. "im ready" tara tells her. they both look at you. "ready as ill ever be" you say with a smirk, slinging your bat over your shoulder. "come on motherfucker!" tara screams, baiting the masked figure behind you.

suddenly, a loud gunshot sounds from behind you and you see kirby emerge from behind the movie curtain. "it's ok." she attempts to calm the three of you. "stay the fuck back!" sam shouts. "we know it's you kirby." tara tells her. "no! one of them knocked me out." she says, breathless and panting. "kirby stop! get away from the girls" detective bailey orders, pointing his gun at her. kirby mirrors his motions, pointing her gun at him too. "what are you doing?" kirby questions. "did you kill quinn? did you kill my daughter?!" bailey asks, distraught. "jesus christ! whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him. he's probably the killer." a ghostface appears behind the detective. "behind you!" kirby shouts, trying to warn him. two gunshots are fired and kirby falls to the ground. "holy shit." you say, shocked. "great job" bailey praises the ghostface standing behind him. "oh fuck this fucking shit. you cheap fuck!" you scream, staring at kirby's body in shock.

another ghostface emerges from behind detective bailey. "both of you" "you?" tara asks, still in shock. "yeah, of course me. frankly, i expected more from the two of you after what you did to us." "what do you mean us?" the one on bailey's left pulls her mask off. "quinn?" (i know i changed the order but it fits my idea better) sam asks in shock. "hey roomies. you didn't see that one coming did you?" "yeah, because you died!" "kinda didn't though. it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train, that sort of thing." "yeah, and i just made sure i was first on the scene so i could switch her body out with a fresh one. little fake blood, a prosthetic. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with" you jump a little, pumping your fist. "i fucking knew it! i knew it! i told you guys that she wasn't dead, but you didn't believe me! i told you, i said she wasn't dead. the blood on her walls was fake. I FUCKING KNEW IT!" "so who's the other one?" "mindy?" you ask, breath caught in your throat.

the mask was pulled off and your legs buckled at seeing your beloved boyfriend, ethan. you fell to your knees, feeling the rush of emotions that you felt a year ago come back to you. ethan looks at you with a deranged look in his eyes. "mindy was right. it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. all i had to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named chad. fuck, it felt good to kill him!" ethan continued speaking but you tuned him out. you couldn't stand to hear his voice or look at his face. you couldn't do this again. you just couldn't. the emotions were flooding you, the feelings overwhelming. you stared down at the floor, tears dripping onto the floor. feelings of hopelessness, sadness, betrayal all coursed through your veins. but soon they were all covered with a thick blanket of rage. red hot rage.

you stood, reminding yourself to stay strong. staring at the ground, tears still slipping down your cheeks. "i got stu macher's mask. he was my favorite." quinn says. "nice. that's number three, and that's number two." he pulls a ghostface mask from within his jacket. "which leaves, your sister's" he says pointing at you. "who's your sister?" tara whispers. "jill roberts" you whisper, still looking at the floor in shame. "this is what we've been counting down to, y/n. i'm gonna need you to put it on." bailey looks at you, holding the mask out to you. so broken. "fuck you!" you hear sam yell on behalf of you. ethan swings and slices open sam's upper arm. "ok! ok! im taking it, jesus. you psychopath" you glare at the boy you once thought you loved. you take the mask in your hands and stare down ashamed at it. you feel someone slip behind you to come stand in front of you. you know it's ethan. you know. he grips your chin, pulling your chin up to point your gaze at him. "oh princess. there's nothing to be ashamed of." he stares deep into your eyes, noticing how cold they are. you've never looked at him like this before.

but it's ok. he has a plan. and eventually, you'll get over it and understand. and you'll be his, though you have been since the day he saw you for the first time. he backs up to stand next to his father and sister. you were still staring at the mask that you held. suddenly, you heard commotion from behind you and saw the fight begin. but you couldn't. you couldn't fight. you didn't have it in you. quinn and bailey vs sam and tara. it wasn't a fair fight, that's for sure. sam and tara didn't have any weapons. you could help them a little bit but then you needed to find a way out of this stupid theater. you ran over to kirby and saw that she was still conscious, but barely. "i'm gonna need this. ill go get help. i promise" you whisper softly. kirby looks at you hard for a moment, and you share a moment of understanding before she slipped into unconsciousness.

you turn, feeling eyes on you. ethan. he isn't helping his father or sister. it's as though his only focus is you. his stare is scaring you, and though you'd never admit it, causing a heat to rush down to your core. damn him. you hate him. you do. but, oh. how you love him. (see what i did there lol?) you walk towards tara and sam, crying out when you feel someone coming up behind you, grabbing you by your throat and yanking you against their upper body. "fuck you, ethan!" you yell, drawing the attention from both your family and his. "but sweetheart, we already did that. i love to to do it again though." he whispers, kissing your neck softly. you bring your elbow forward and elbowing him hard, taking ethan by surprise and giving you just enough to to slip out of his grasp. "sam!" you shout, getting her attention from quinn advancing on her.

"catch" you bring your hand back and throw kirby's gun. for a split second, you think she won't catch it. it will slip from her grasp and everything will go downhill from there. and so it does. the gun slips and falls down to the ground, where you try to grab it. but a tall, 6'2 figure stands in your way. you're on your knees and he's standing in front of you. you're eye level with his bulge. you remember this position all too well. and judging by the smirk on ethan's face, he remembers it pretty well too. he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something that will infuriate you further. "oh just shut up! oh my god, you bent, twisted motherfucker!" you yell, standing quickly.

your breath catches in your throat as you realize how close you are to ethan. the height difference between the two of you was causing you to be eye level with his chest. you could see his muscles in his chest as he took a deep breath. you feel his fingers lifting your chin, so gentle, like you were glass and ethan was afraid to put the slightest crack on you. your eyes meet ethan's and you almost whimper. ethan's gaze on you is nothing like he's ever looked at you like before. full of lust, looking at you like he was going to devour you. "ethan" you breathe, so quiet, so soft. you quickly snapped out of the trance he had you in and dove, grabbing the gun off the ground and pointing it at ethan.

ethan began slowly walking towards you. "put the gun down princess." he says it as he normally would, but you feel mocked and teased. "you better back the fuck up unless you want a bullet in between your eyes, princess." you mock him, quickly walking backwards until your back is met with a hard surface. ethan continues walking towards you until there is only a enough space to put the gun against his chest in between the two of you. he glances down at it and then back at you as he speaks. "oh? don't talk like that. we both know you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger, sweet girl" you blush at the nickname and you know he sees.

"go ahead, pull the trigger." you freeze up as he move closer to the point where you have to move the gun, the butt pressing painfully against your chest. you hear the commotion going on in the background, but with the way ethan is standing above you with a bloody hands, it's making you dizzy and you feel like you're gonna pass out. you feel your head empty just as he somehow always caused it to do. it takes an extreme amount effort to get your head straight, telling yourself that this isn't ethan. it isn't the ethan you fell in love with, at least.

you swallow. "fuck you." you whisper, feeling the burning tension between the both of you. ethan chuckles as his expression turns to one of even deeper lust. you feel his hot breath on your face as you get angrier at the slick forming in your panties. "fuck you." "i hate you so much. i hate you for doing this to me and for breaking my fucking heart. i wish–" you stop at as ethan begins to speak. "what do you want, sweetheart? keep fucking talking, slut. keep trying to convince me you hate me." his gaze drifts to your lips. "i hate you" you sob. you're interrupted by the feeling of your mouths crashing together in a rough, lustfilled kiss. and, to your own surprise, you don't fight it. you can't bring yourself to shove him away. the sexual tension between the two of you had gone to the point of being unbearable, and the harsh way his lips move against yours and the way his tongue probes into your mouth makes you light headed.

ethan pulls away and looks at your lust filled, scared expression. "that's what i thought. you still want me, even i killed all your friends." you shake your head with a whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "i don't want you." you whisper. "oh my pretty girl. so confused, aren't you? don't you remember you cockdrunk and sobbing after i fucked you just last night?" he brings his lips to your ears, whispering. "when you couldn't say anything at all? all you could do was cry and beg me to stop touching your sensitive cunt and your puffy little clit? and i know you want to do it again. dirty little whore. my dirty little whore."

'i don't want you" you say, more trying to convince yourself than trying to convince ethan. he laughs, glancing down at your tear streaked face and big doe eyes. "ok, little one. ok" you wiped your tears quickly and shoved him off of you, turning and running down the nearest hallway. "you don't have to run, you know. I'm gonna catch you no matter how fast you are." you hear. ethan’s voice is cold and irritated as he stalks towards the hallway you just turned into. you're distracted as you trip over a gap in the hardwood floor and come crashing to the floor, and then, the sound of his steps hurrying up to meet you fill your heart with even more fear. your heart is already racing from the adrenaline of trying to escape the psychopath that you once called your boyfriend. The bloody tip of his knife rounds the corner before he does, and it's enough to fuel your desire to get up and stumble around the nearest corner, into a bathroom.

you slam the door behind you with the force of your body against it, and attempt to fumble with the lock for a split second before running to grab the nearest object, a marble vase to try and buy you a few seconds. It's not even seconds until he's turning the knob, trying to get in. the door rattling the entire room suddenly and your heart hitting the floor as he speaks. "open the door, my love. i won't hurt you as long as you behave." you're not allowed even a second opportunity to look for a way out, to even consider the option of jumping out the second story window on to the concrete below, or just hide and pray for mercy. Because three loud, earth-shattering crashes of his shoulder meeting the hardwood door splinters it almost immediately after the third hit, and you're so close to the door that one of those shards flies and slices open the heel of your hand–and now, instead of using those few precious moments to come up with a plan to get away, you're crying and grabbing your wrist in pain, blood gushing from the wound and splattering all over the white tile floor.

the pain derails your whole train of thought, your vision blurring with tears as you fall back and shake with shock, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the tile behind that leads straight to you. one more crash of ethan's shoulder against the door does the trick, and ethan has successfully crushed a hole in the bathroom door, his arm reaching through to unlock it so it only takes a quick kick to open. "man, you made me break the door. this is probably pretty valuable" his eyes turn to you, bright and brown and angry. "and you cut your wrist." ethan reaches out for you, and doesn't stop when you flinch away from him. you have nowhere else to go, no way out, what are you gonna do? you're aren't a threat to anyone but yourself. you're a helpless little thing, and when ethan does grab you, he's gripping your wrists so hard you're already begging him to stop and let go. "why don't you beg me not to kill you, princess?" he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, behind your ear to whisper it directly into your ear–his voice makes you shiver, like it's a cold breeze in the across your neck. "i'm kinda considering it. you're pissing me off. you won't stop running away from me"

"what now? why are you looking at me like that?" he moves away from you to meet your eyes, but the fear is clear in yours–you watched him help murder your best friends, your family. what does he think you are? happy? no, you're petrified. "i'm so scared…" "scared? I'm scaring you?" You nod your head in the most pathetic fashion, with a quivering lip to top it off. ethan isn't just scary. A horror movie is scary, a bump in the night is scary. ethan, he's utterly terrifying.

"Then why are you soaking wet?" His question stops your mind in it's tracks, confusion etched on your face, but your stuttering and stammering stops short when you feel his big hand brush your thigh. you jerk away from him on instinct, but his harsh grip on your hurt arm keeps you flush against him, and you're forced to stand and shiver as his fingers fly under your skirt and they come to cup your pussy over your panties. he rubs a teasing thumb into what should be a random spot, but he knows where your clit is from past experience and knows how to press so firmly and hard to make you squeal. even your body is betraying you right now, and that strip of soft fabric between your legs is completely soaked for him to enjoy to the fullest. "you want this. you want me, huh? so bad that you're soaked" you shake your head no violently, too wound up to open your mouth because you know the words won't come out the way you want them to.

"yeah, that's it. you want me to fuck your brains out. you just want my attention. that's why you're running from me. you want me to catch you." "No!" you sob, trying to push him away again. ethan ignores your outburst and the shove you try to give him to get him off, ethan yanks you harder against him for you to feel how hard he is beneath the ghostface costume he's wearing, and for his fingers to prod you even rougher as he blindly searches for a way into your panties. "I don't want you ethan!" "You do!" He barks back, the growl of his voice sending an unwanted cold shiver up your spine. now he's found a way in, his fingertips brushing your folds before losing any gentle or tenderness they might have had and pushing their way inside. He's big, brutal, fingers working in to spread you out and shucking all that wet slick into his palm. his lips meet your cheek, hot and soft, and he has you hooked. nothing but him

you feel his breath hot and shaky on your ear. He doesn't seem to care you're up on your tiptoes, gasps of pain and pleasure dying in your throat, because he's got his fingers so fucking deep. ethan is preoccupied, you know as much by the absent strokes against your clit with his thumb, moving in no specific direction. "so pretty like this. blood on your face, crying for me." ethan pulls away suddenly, cheek still sticky with blood you wish was fake. it's on you too, smeared down your jaw like a smudge of scarlet paint, and his hands are covered in it too, that he's rubbing it into you for his own pride and sick pleasure. while he looks you in the eyes, he doesn't move his fingers from inside you, nor shows any expression aside from a deep, dark lust over his brown eyes that betrays the terror that a true psychopath could bestow.

"Your body is mine. this pretty pussy is mine. You're all mine." He mutters below his breath, spreading his fingers inside you to watch you gasp and your eyelids flutter as they fill with tears. you let out a loud cry as you coat ethan's fingers with your cum. as you come down from your high, you think about how wrong this is. your friends, they would want you to get out. they would want you to get to the hospital and tell mindy and gale before ethan got there first. "get away from me" you say, shoving ethan away hard. "but i don't want to. i want you to ride me and milk my cock until you're crying" he says it so innocently, it infuriates you to no end. "shut the fuck up!" he opens his mouth again to probably say something even dirtier, but you don't let him. maybe it's time to take a different approach. "you really want my pussy to clench around you? to milk you dry while i cry and scream your name? you want me to jump on your fucking dick until i can't think?" you ask him in a sultry tone.

he groans loudly. "fuck yeah, princess. i do. and i fucking will every single thing you just said right here, in every damn room in this fucking theater. you'll be so fucked out and overstimulated you'll be begging me to stop." "oh?" you tilt your head, looking at him. this is it. he moves towards you slowly, away from the destroyed door. "well ethan. let's do it then." you feel his big hand on the back of your neck as he slams your lips onto his. you quickly bring your knee straight up, nailing him in the dick. "well, you can't do any of those things if i cut your fucking dick off, can you?" your mood changed so fast you couldn't even regulate it. it was like you had an alternate, darker personality. just like ethan. you look at him, a deranged and feral look in your eyes. ethan wasn't scared. he was turned on. and now, he was pissed as fuck and in pain. he wanted to pound you until you cried, remind you who could make you feel so small so quickly. you stomp hard on ethan's foot as he cried out in pain. "you wanna know my secret? it wasn't sam who sliced up your brother. it was me. after he fucking groomed my girlfriend." that part was not true either. it was also not true when people said you were just like your sister. but he doesn't need to know that. ethan almost came in his pants. you were so hot when you were feral, though it was acting and he knew it.

you turned and ran out the door while he was distracted. you needed to get help. some of your friends could be alive. "man, i should get an oscar. that was some amazing acting if i do say so myself" but before you could find an exit, someone pulled you back. it wasn't ethan, it was kirby. she was still on the floor, barely conscious. she grabbed your ankle and you leaned down slowly. "im going to get help. it's ok." you attempt to reassure her. "get out of here. there is an exit behind the back hallway. there's a room behind there. it's soundproof, it's what they used for filming and editing. there is door that leads outside. go" she struggled to finish speaking before she passed out again. you followed her instructions, turning past chad and bolting towards the door. you're running fast, and you speed around a corner. next thing you know, you run into a hard chest and you're sprawled out on your back. sharp curses leave your mouth as you stare up at ethan. "fuck me" you curse. ethan smirks. "that's the plan, princess."

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[dearhargrove]

"You have to shoot them in the head, or they always come back."

Ethan Landry x f!reader (not specified I think tho)

summary You knew you had to do this, he was a killer. You had to end this when you had the chance. But standing here with a gun to your boyfriend's head - no matter what he's done - you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

word count 1,200

warnings swearing, talk of killing someone, spoilers for scream 6, VERY immoral & unrealistic but it's fanfiction soo

a/n I'm not that happy with this so it's kinda a WIP. But just… posted. If this does get some notes; thank you for reading! I promise my other stuff is better.

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You had thought out all kinds of possible outcomes to the plan of waiting out Ghostface at the shrine of the two students (whose names you'd already forgotten). However, not once had you considered having to execute your boyfriend.

Beneath you lay Ethan, blood pooling from his mouth and brown puppy eyes watery and bloodshot.

Sam and Tara were fighting the only other remaining person behind the recent murders, Detective Bailey.

It had all happened too fast; Sam hit Ethan in the head with a brick before she and Tara tried making an escape through the emergency exit. In the chaos of the past moments you'd simply stood to the side, shocked that the boy you loved and had spent your past months with was the one behind the mask.

A whimper of your name pulls you out of your thoughts and your eyes clear, focusing on the curly haired boy beneath you.

There were tears running down his cheeks, chin quivering and gaze pleading, "Please… don't do this."

You shake your head to try and keep the empathy from overpowering your rationality. "Ethan, I have to…You have to shoot them in the head, or they always come back," you recall with a shaking voice.

You didn't want to do this. You wanted to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend who wasn't a killer. He shakes his head and winces, weakly clutching a hand to your pants. Your knees are shaky so you end up sinking to kneel next to his heaving chest, his hand falling to your thigh instead.

The gun in your hand is still aimed in his direction, safety off.

"Come on, baby, please," he begs, trying to look into your eyes but you avoid his gaze and look to the blood stained floor. "Ethan, you killed people I can't-," a sob leaves your mouth and you clutch your free hand over it to stop your crying.

He sobs as well and shakes his head as well as he can, "No, no, no..! I didn't want to. I didn't wanna do this. Believe me!" He cries and your heart breaks a little more. Just from the way Bailey talked earlier and totally dismissed Ethan you had a good guess at their relationship and how much Ethan had wanted to do what he's done.

You purse your lips and sniff, looking back at him. "Explain. Why did you do it then?" He breathes raggedly but he'd be able to survive - if you let him. He swallows and tries calming his breathing, hand still on your thigh.

"He- Dad made me. I just wanted him to be proud of me. Like he was always proud of… Richie," he admits, the name of his deceased brother a painful whisper. You pull your eyebrows together in confusion and wait for him to continue. His face is scrunched up - whether from the physical pain he was feeling or from the memories he was recounting.

"He told me if I wanted to be as good as Richie I had to do what he said. Follow the plan." He slowly looks at you again, pausing for a few seconds. He reaches out with his blood coated hand and clings to yours, fingers closing around your pinky and ring finger.

He felt relief and a sliver of hope fill his chest when you let him hold your hand, his thumb resting on the promise ring on your ring finger he had gotten you not too long ago.

He averts his eyes again and continues explaining, though his voice seems to get weaker by the minute. "I did everything but… killing. Quinn did that. We would switch after I chased them somewhere she could.. finish it." He winces again.

"I didn't kill anyone except Anika. And that was an accident. I didn't want to make her fall, I just wanted her to struggle! I didn't want to kill her, you have to believe me! I didn't want to," he whimpers and tears start running down his cheeks again.

You sigh and let your head fall, chin touching your chest. He deserved to pass away here, with the rest of his family.

But you love him. And no matter how many times you recall him and what he did while wearing the mask you can't bring yourself to pull the trigger.

You put the safety back on the gun and push it far enough away from you. "I should kill you," you remind him with a quiet voice. He nods and fully turns his head to look at you. He calls your name but you don't want to look up; you know you would fold at the sight of his brown eyes.

He says your name again, almost pleading now. It makes your heart ache so you look up and into his eyes. He grunts painfully as he scoots back and sits up against a display case, when he's sat up straight he reaches out and puts his hand on your cheek. His palm is cold and shaky, blood making his grip slippery.

"I love you. You made me feel like I could-" he chokes and coughs, spitting some blood to the side before he keeps talking, "-like I could be enough by just… being myself. I fell for you. So hard."

You're looking into each other's eyes when he finishes his confession, "I can't live without you. I don't want to. So please tell me you won't leave me after this."

You grimace. He may have done way less than all of you originally thought but he still ended the life of Mindy's girlfriend and one of your closest friends. You knew he felt guilty. You could see the regret and pain from knowing he had caused her fall.

But none of that cancels out that he did it.

"I love you. And… maybe I can forgive you someday. But, Ethan… Even if the others also forgive you, Mindy never will. And she has every right not to."

He nods and you both pretend not to have heard his slight whimper at your first sentence. "I need you to forgive me. I can't keep going without you…" he says again and your chest throbs. You're torn between what you want and what you should want and do.

Noone in their right mind would forgive him or even let him live. But you were in love and too empathetic for your own good. Sighing defeatedly you lean into his palm and look into his eyes, "You have one chance to make it up to me. To everyone. If they accept you is up to them, not me."

He sighs out in relief, another tear escaping him as he mumbles 'thank you's under his breath.

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scream masterlist

amber freeman

legacy | series | angst, fluff & smut | prescott!reader |friends to lovers|

you were the perfect target, but amber just couldn't sacrifice you

so lovely | one-shot | heavy angst & fluff | gf! amber |

she was so much nicer to you when her hands were sticky with blood and a fresh kill was under her bed

chad meeks-martin

friends with rules | series | smut, fluff & angst | fwb! chad |

making a deal to be friends with benefits can't go wrong, right?

sexiled | series | fluff & smut | slowburn | rivals to lovers |

rooming with Quinn Bailey meant you were out of a room half the time. your academic rival and resident jock of blackmore takes note

rush it ( request for @fanfiction-inc ) | one-shot | fluff | pt. 2 |

rushing a sorority was not the worst plan, but certainly not the best

ethan landry

cruel summer ( collab with @midnightsapphire)| series | angst, smut & fluff | older! reader | slowburn |

scary girlfriend privileges | series | fluff, angst & smut | fwb! |

intimidating = fake girlfriend for your best friend when a girl bothers him

poly! chad meeks-martin x ethan landry

and they were roommates | series | smut, fluff & angst | friends to fwb! |

no previous partner had ever satisfied you, but ethan and chad are determined to be the first

altered (collab with @midnightsapphire)| series | angst, fluff & smut | slowburn | left at the altar |

wes leaving you at the altar started a new romance you never expected

blood of the dragon (collab with @midnightsapphire) | angst, fluff & smut | fantasy! au |

becoming heir after your brothers sudden demise equals trouble. especially as you aim to finish a war he started

forever dreamers (collab with @midnightsapphire) | series | smut, angst & fluff | taboo | age gap romance |

growing up you always had a crush on your dbf, but now you have a real chance

love for free | series | smutt, angst & fluff | pornstar!chad |

rooming with a pornstar wasn't easy but you aimed to make it so

one more night | one-shot | smut, angst & fluff | one night stand turned couple |

getting over your crush on ethan was easy when chad was around

second chances (collab with @midnightsapphire)| series | milf! reader | idiots in love |

you and ethan decide to start dating whilst you co-parent and it leads you back to your high school crush, chad

the web (collab with @midnightsapphire) | series | angst, fluff & smut | spider-man! ethan | slowburn | friends to lovers |

you had a horrible crush on your best friend and the web slinging hero of nyc

to devour (collab with @midnightsapphire) | series | smut & fluff | sex pollen |

when dosed with a sex pollen, your friends help you out

when in rome (collab with @midnightsapphire) | series | smut & fluff | friends to benefits & lovers | late teen pregnancy |

a tension filled rome trip with your best friends turns serious

poly! danny brackett x sam campenter

jealousy | series | smut, fluff & angst| possessive love |

you have a horrible crush on sam and her new secret lover points it out

i also write for...

anika kayoko

billy loomis

charlie walker

danny brackett

jill roberts

kirby reed

quinn bailey

richie kirsch

sam carpenter

sidney prescott

stu macher

tatum riley

tara carpenter

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CHAPTER FIVE: Shower Thoughts

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October 29th

"We can't take too long they should be back soon. Tara's class ends in ten and it takes fifteen minutes to get-" Scar fixes the water "Baby. It's okay." Ethan wrapped his arm around Scarlett's waist and pulled her forwards. Ethan leaned down and crashed his lips onto Scarlett's. His reached up and grabbed Scarlett's dark claw clip and placed it on the counter. Scarlett felt her long lochs touch the middle of her back before grabbing the ends of her navy long sleeve.

Ethan backed away for a second and lifted his light blue polo over his head and started working on his jeans. After the two finally undressed Scarlett was the first one to enter the shower with Ethan not far behind. "Can you hand me the soap please?" Scarlett pointed at the tan bottle behind Ethan on the shelf. "Which one?" Ethan scanned the row of body soaps.

"The vanilla scented one." Scar told. Scarlett grabbed her purple wash cloth and the soap from Ethan. "You wanna smell like a girl tonight?" Scarlett asked as she squeezed the soap out onto her washcloth. "I don't mind smelling like you." Ethan leaned down and kissed the wet raven haired girl. "Mmm." Scarlett moaned as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Scar?"

The two froze. "Quinn?" Scar asked. "Yeah it's me. I'm back, I just need to wash my face. Girl, let me tell you about this fucking weasel I just went out with." Quinn sighed. Scarlett looked over at Ethan and put her finger over her mouth for him to keep quiet. "Fist of all, he looks like he just rolled out of bed. Isn't that like gross ? Especially if I'm meeting you for the first time for a date?" Quinn expressed. "Yeah totally." Scar agreed trying to focus on her roommate not seeing or hearing them both. "Then when I try to talk to him, all he can talk about is what his ex was wearing on her instagram that he stalked right before our date. Like what the fuck dude. Why are you here then. Where is my face stuff?" Quinn looked around the counter tops and cabinets.

Scarlett's eyes wondered until she saw something. Quinn's face wash, in the shower, on the ledge. "Fuck." Scarlett mouthed. "Oh I think it's in there." Quinn said as she started heading towards the shower. "Sorry I see it." Quinn looked to see the soap resting on the shelf peaking out the shower curtain. Quinn reached her hand in and grabbed her face wash but stopped. Quinn looked down to see feet that definitely didn't belong to Scarlett. Quinn paused and looked down at the bathroom floor. She saw a mix of clothes. From Scarlett's shirt and black jeans and a blue polo she recognized. Quinn opened the shower curtain to see a naked Scarlett standing in front of a naked Ethan. "OH. MY. GOD." Quinn shrieked before quickly closing the curtain. "Quinn, it's not what it looks like!" Scarlett quickly tried to come to their defense. "You guys aren't fucking?" Quinn asked. "Okay it's exactly what it looks like." Scarlett sighed. "We aren't together though." Ethan added. Why did it hurt her when Ethan told Quinn they weren't together. Why did she care it's not like they didn't agree to just be friends and do this. "Yeah we're just "together"right now..." Scar trailed off.

"So you guys are just hooking up?" Quinn asked. "Yeah." Ethan was quick again to answer. Scarlett looked at him curious on why he answered so quick. "And does anyone else know about this whole shebang you two got going on?" Quinn gestured towards the shower. "No and we aren't telling anyone." Scar peaked her head out of the shower curtain. "Okay message received. Well I'm gonna go and let you two..." Quinn trailed off. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "...finish before Tara and Sam get home."

"Thank you." Scar smiled at her as Quinn closed the door behind her. "Fuck." Ethan whispered. "You still wanna?" Scar looked up at him. Ethan gave her a smirk before leaning down and connecting his lips with her. The kiss was wet and sloppy as Ethan wrapped his hand around Scarletts thigh. Lifting her up off the bathtubs floor, Ethan rested her against the wall. His lips travels to Scarletts neck as he lined himself up with her entrench. "Ethan." Scar moaned out as he slowly entered her.

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"No, Dad I'm not fucking doing that! I'm-" Ethan words were cut off when he heard the front door open. "Hey..." Scarlett trailed off, she knew she probably opened the door at the wrong time. "Hey, sorry for interrupting. We are ordering chinese I was just wondering if you wanted your usual?" Scarlett asked. "Oh yeah, um, thank you." Ethan stuttered taking his phone away from his ear and pressing the hang up button. "Are you okay?" Scarlett asked cracking the door behind her. "Yeah , just my dad." Ethan slid his phone in his jeans. "You know I can tell when you lie to me too." Ethan scoffed at her statement. "Not all the time." He muttered. "Well most of the time. You sounded pretty angry." Scarlett whispered. Scarlett never really saw Ethan raise his voice yet alone get angry. It was a new sight. "He just wants me to come home."

"Maybe he's right." Scarlett sighed. "Not about this. I'm not going anywhere." Ethans voice dropped a decibel. "Just come back in and let's just relax. We are about to start a movie." Scarlett reached over and grabbed Ethan's hand. Ethan cupped Scarlett's cheek with his free hand. He leaned down and placed a gently kiss on her lips. Scarlett sunk into the kiss till she heard the voiced of her friends. "They are probably wondering what we're doing." Scarlett pulled away. "Yeah." Ethan whispered. Scarlett looked up at his brown eyes then back at his lips. She leaned in one more time and gave him a gentle kiss. Ethan wrapped his arms around Scarlett's waist and brought her in close to him. "Scarlett?" Anika's voice brought Scarlett and Ethan out of their haze. Scarlett and Ethan quickly backed away from each other as Anika opened the door more. "You guys ready?" She asked. "Yeah, Yeah, we're ready." Scar smiled.

Ethan and Scarlett made their way inside as their friends were starting to get comfortable on the couch. Thats when it hit her, another wave of nausea. "I'll be right back." Scar told her friends as she headed towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind her as she leaned against the counter. She felt like she had to throw up but something in her just wasn't letting her. Then another wave hit her. This one stronger than the last. Scarlett put her hand over her mouth as she headed over to the toilet. After about two minute Scarlett finally finished up after throwing up everything in her system. She sighed as she lifted herself off the floor and headed towards her sink. Grabbing her tooth brush from the side and the tooth paste , Scarlett squeezed some toothpaste on the brush. After brushing her teeth she took a deep breath making sure she wasn't still feeling any more nausea.

"You okay? You look pale." Mindy asked as she tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth as soon as Scarlett opened the door. "Huh?" Scarlett didn't hear Mindy she was focused on the taste of peppermint in her mouth now. "Yeah you do. You good?" Sam asked as she made her way over to the couches. Placing herself next to Quinn and Chad. "What? Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm just tired is all." Scarlett cleared her throat. "Come relax." Anika patted the couched next to her. "Yeah." Scarlett sighed as she walked over to the couch. She placed herself between Anika and Tara. Scarlett rested her head on Anika shoulder as Anika rubbed her head. Scar looked over at Ethan who's eyes were already other. "You okay ?" Ethan mouthed. Scarlett gave him a half smile and returned her attention to the movie playing. Even though her eyes were on the tv she could feel Ethan's on hers.

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October 30th

"So Scarlett, tell me. You from the city or you just here for school?" Asher sat back against his desk chair. "Just here for school." Scar answered as she drew her water bottle to her lips. "Where you from originally?" Scarlett looked at him and paused. "Michigan. How about you? Where you from?" Scar asked relaxing back in her seat. "Born in raised here." Asher sitting up from his chair for a second. "This seems like a busy place to grow up in." The two sat at Asher's desk eating the Chinese he ordered. Even though she had it for dinner last night she wasn't going to be rude and oppose.

"Ehh. It's not so bad. I was pretty much either at school or home til I started teaching." Asher slid off his brown sports coat and laid it on the desk. "Asher if you don't mind me asking. How old are you? You just look so young to be a professor yet alone have a doctorate." Scarlett watched as the brunette started to roll up his white dress shirt sleeves. "I don't mind. I'm twenty two."

"Damn." Scar said shocked. She knew he had to be young but twenty two? She wasn't expecting that. "Yeah. I graduated high school at sixteen and college at nineteen. Got jobs teaching at twenty and just have kind of gone from there." Asher explained. "Are you like a prodigy or something?" Scar asked. "Yeah. Yeah I guess you could say that. I just can pick up information a little bit faster and it helps to have a photographic memory." Asher finished rolling up the last sleeve. "Yeah that would help. I'm nineteen and don't even really know what I want one hundred percent. Can't imagine already knowing and doing everything you need to get there." Scar sighed.

"I just knew I liked teaching from when I use to tutor kids. It was always a great feeling knowing you helped someone learn something new. Something that could help them. Make an impact." Asher smiled sitting back down in his chair. "Thats very noble of you."

"Thank you. So what about family? Friends? Anything really driving you here besides school? Boyfriend?" Asher asked. "Family is kinda tough. However friends, I have a few of those and I love them. They're also studying here." Scar informed. "Mindy? It's Mindy right."

Mindy had a very interesting first class with Asher. Her witty comments about slashers in class today, Scarlett swore she was going to drive him away. Mindy wasn't exactly ecstatic with Scarlett staying behind with him for an hour. He just happened to arrive right after three people were killed, including the woman you had his current job. Ethan however told Mindy he wouldn't be far behind to walk her home. Mindy rolled her eyes telling him he's not that much better.

"Yeah..." Scarlett trailed off. "I like her, she's a firecracker. She could give me a run for my money in the slasher section." Asher chuckled. "Yeah it's her specialty." Scar was glad Asher wasn't put off to Mindy's comments. "What about your boyfriend? What interests him in this class?"

Asher's words caught Scarlett off guard. Did she hear that right? "Boyfriend?" Scarlett asked for more clarification. "Yeah. Eric? Evan? No, no, Ethan. Yeah Ethan." Yep she heard him right. "Oh he's not-" Scar started. "Oh I'm sorry. I guess that's what I get for assuming." Asher interrupted. "Why did you assume that?" Was she that transparent Scarlett asked herself. Were they both? "He's just always with you I just figured but that's my bad."

After a moment of silence Asher finally spoke up. "Scarlett can I be honest?" Scarlett took put her water bottle down on the desk after taking another sip. "Well I would hope you wouldn't lie to me." Scar joked earning a chuckle from Asher. "I really like talking to you." Asher voice turned more serious. "Yeah, you're pretty cool too." Scar smiled. "No Scarlett, I mean I really like talking to you and I-"

" You ready to go Scarlett?" Ethan's voice rang from behind Scar. She turned around to see Ethan in a change of clothes and no bag. He had on a dark green long sleeve much like the blue one he had on the other night. Scarlett thought back to that shirt and how you could see his muscles flex when he moved. He slid his hands into his dark grey jeans. "Oh um yeah. Thank you for dinner Asher. I'll see you Monday." Scar smiled as she got up and grabbed her bag. "You're welcome and yeah I'll see you Monday." Asher got up from his chair and shot her a smile as he watched her head over to Ethan. His eyes moved from Scarlett over to Ethan who was shooting him a glare. Asher swallowed hard as his eyes connected with Ethan.

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part four

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one, part two, and part three or just the masterlist. enjoy!

Amelie sits in between Sam and Tara as they look down at the photos on the table. Gory pictures of the crime scene with the bodies of Jason and Greg and the bloody picture of Sam’s license on the floor. The three girls haven’t made a noise since they were put into the investigation room, all too exhausted and drained from the attack that just took place. Amelie sits in her clothes that have started to become sticky with blood and feels like throwing up. She wasn’t able to throw her clothes away just yet since they have literal human blood on them and because she doesn’t have a spare with her. They also needed to take a photo of her clothes for evidence. She just couldn’t wait until she could go home, strip off her clothes and scrub the blood off her skin until a new layer is revealed. They let her wash up her hands and arms, at least, so there wasn’t any blood or glass stuck on her hands.

Soon enough Detective Bailey comes into the room and closes the door behind him. In his hand lays an evidence bag with a Ghostface mask where he lets the girls know that it was found next to the bodies at the apartment crime scene. “DNA says that it belongs to somebody named Richie Kirisch. Does it ring a bell?”

“We’re familiar with him,” Sam replies. She stares at the mask before looking away. All too familiar with him, actually. 

“The one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara noticed when she saw the mask in the bag. The detective looks confused at this. “It was kind of more beat up, like it was older.”

“Ah, I gotta ask, do you have alibis for earlier tonight?” Detective Bailey jumps into his next set of questions. So, one by one the three girls state where they were at.

“I was at a party with my friends,” says Tara.

“I was also at said party with our friends,” Amelie says next.

“I was at my therapists. I can give you his information, you can call to check if you want,” Sam says last. “And then I met these two at that party. Where I tased someone.”

Detective Bailey looks concerned. Interesting piece of information to tell the police, Amelie thinks, but at least she was being honest.

“Unrelated,” Sam quips, moving past it.

“Before or after this happened?” Bailey pulls his phone out to show the girls a video taken of Sam pushing the girl who threw a drink on her. Whoever took the video made it look like worse than it was, Sam was provoked, of course she was going to fight back.

“Before,” Sam looks away from the phone and speaks.

“Point is, we were with people all night,” Tara butts in.

After a brief moment of silence, something else seemed to peek Sam’s interest in this whole thing. “So, our roommates dad just happened to pull our case.”

“That had to be a crazy coincidence, right?” Detective Bailey peers back to Sam where he sees her nod. “The detective who had the case offered to give it to me because it involves Quinn, but I can totally give it back if you’re uncomfortable. Up to you.”

Sam looks beside her at Amelie who turns to Sam. She shrugs her shoulders in response, maybe it was better to have him on the case. They live with his daughter anyways, so they have to be safe, right? Sam shakes her head and lets the detective know it’s fine but she still looks suspicious.

“So, if the man who attacked you did steal your license and plant it next to the body, then that will probably be someone close to you,” The detective states as he begins his next round of questions. “How long have you known your friends?”

“Well, we moved here with Mindy and Chad for summer semester like six months ago. So, Quinn, Ethan, Anika is all,” Tara decides to speak up since Sam has done the majority of it their time here.

“Well, I think I can vouch for Quinn so that’s one less we have to worry about,” At that, Tara turns to look at Amelie beside her and they share a quick look. They trust Quinn, sure, but they he was quick to cover his daughter. “Do any of you have anyone who might want to target you?”

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Amelie finally speaks up for the second time since entering the room.

His eyes widen before saying “Yikes.”

The door then opens, and an officer lets Bailey know that the FBI is here, and his jurisdiction is needed. As soon he steps out of the room all the girls let out a breath of air. Sam looks to Amelie who sits beside her, “You okay?”

It feels like everyone around her is asking if she’s okay so often recently. “Yeah, I just need to get out of these clothes”

“Don’t worry, we are getting the hell out of here now” Sam says out of relief as she stands up.

Soon enough the three girls are getting walked out by an officer before Sam looks into the room they are passing where Detective Bailey is and sees a face she recognizes “Kirby?”

“Hey, Sam,” Kirby looks up and sees Sam. Kirby gives Sam a hug and puts her hand on Tara and Amelie’s shoulder to acknowledge them. “You’ve grown, Amelie.”

“You’re the FBI?” Sam looks at Kirby quizzically, the last time she saw her she was a student in high school and was a part of the recent attacks by Ghostface. Amelie recognizes her briefly from all those years ago. That attack was the first time she ever saw Ghostface and was when it all began for her. She was only a child, and her dad did his absolute best to shield her from what was happening, but she remembers his fear of it coming back. She also recalls that Kirby was one of the last survivors from that attack.

“You know each other?” Detective Bailey asks when he sees the small reunion.

“Yeah, we went to Woodsboro high together. She was a senior when I was a freshman.”

“We share a certain history, yeah.”

Kirby then talks to the detective about her file on the case and offers to share. Amelie zones it out, she didn’t care that much, and she just wanted to leave. She was tired and none of them have had a blink of sleep all night from all the back-to-back action that these past 24 hours has packed in. Amelie starts to concentrate in on the conversation when she sees a new evidence bag placed in the detective’s hands, the mask left from the bodega.

“DNA traces to two individuals; Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both deceased,” The detective reads the writing on the bag out loud to the group of girls. Amelie looks at Kirby and she sees the distant glaze covering her eyes.

“Ghostface killers of 2011. Charlie Walker gave me this,” Kirby lifts her shirt up and shows her scar that rested on her side. “Like I said, I take a special interest. Was this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?”

“No,” Tara shakes her head at the question.

“So, he’s leaving them on purpose,” Detective Bailey gathers.

“Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line,” Kirby suggests, looking at Sam. Though Sam looks like she wants nothing to do with it.

“Yeah, goodluck with that. We’re getting out of town,” Sam grabs both Amelie’s and Tara’s shoulders as she turns them around to start walking out of the station. Their moves halt when Detective Bailey lets them know they can’t. “I’m sorry that’s not possible. You’re all persons of interest in a double homicide, so you’re not allowed to leave town, sorry.”

“He’s right, but if we work together-“ Kirby tries again, thinking that maybe if she offers to help Sam and the girls then it would will them to stay.

“We’re going,” Sam says pointedly. Her decision was already made, and Sam was not going to involve herself, and especially not Tara and Amelie, in a direct investigation to find out who the killer is this time. She has built up so much paranoia over the last year and clearly, it was worthy.

The girls push through the doors of the police station to be greeted by a swarm of people with microphones and cameras, all yelling out different questions for the girls to answer. Sam walks behind the girls and pushes at both their shoulders to shove past the people and ignore their questions. They were not going to get a word, nor a reaction from the three and Sam was going to make sure of it. As they manage to push through the crowd and walk towards their Taxi waiting for them on the side of the road, they hear a voice quip up. Gale.

“Gale Weathers, Channel four. Do you ladies think you’re the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the big apple?”

Amelie’s eyes widen when she sees Sam swing and Gale ducks. “Nice try sweetie, but I’ve done this dance before.”

Tara sees her opportunity and lands a punch on Gale. “Stay away from us.”

Sam grabs Amelie’s hand to keep her walking with them instead of turning back to go with Gale. She knows the woman means a lot to Amelie and vice versa, but she also knows that Gale is conniving and is trying to worm her way into the situation again.

“Are you really still mad at me?” Gale recovers quickly from the punch and chases after the girls. Guess after all that practice, she’s learned how to recover fast.

“You said you weren’t going to write a book about what happened, and then you wrote a book about what happened.” Sam says angrily to Gale.

“Oh, come on, somebody was gonna to write about it. That’s what I do,” Gale replies, trying to reason with the angry sister. 

“I heard you couldn’t sell the movie rights,” Tara questions, looking at Gale with a curious, but sarcastic, look on her face.

“It’s-it’s all about true crime limited series these days,” Gale attempts to defend herself. Yeah, her attempt to have movie rights didn’t go as she planned but she was not about let the girls know it got to her.

“It-it's just that after everything we went through together, Gale, everything you and my dad went through-“ Amelie finally speaks up. She understands where the sister’s frustration was coming from, she felt it back when she first read the book. She was also incredibly tired and heavy from the blood on her clothes, making her all the more irritable. “-what would Dewey think?”

Gale stares at Amelie in shock and pain flashes across her eyes. She looks as if she just got stabbed, not expecting that from Amelie of all people. “That was a low blow.”

“So was your book. You called me unstable and born killer.” Sam spikes back to Gale. She really wishes she could have landed that punch on Gale because her frustration is peaking again.

“That was taken out of context.”

“That’s literally a quote.”

“You don’t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us?” Tara asks Gale and shakes her head.

“Come on,” Sam says, and the three make their way to a taxi. Right before they began to step into the car, Gale called out which halted their movements.

“Hey, I talked to Sidney.”

“She’s not coming here, is she?” Sam asks with concern. She can’t have Sidney come back here and go through this all again for the sixth time. This was her battle, her fight.

“No, she sends her love but she’s taking Mark and the kids some place safe. She deserves to have her happy ending,” Gale responds which sends a wave of relief in the younger girls in front of Gale.

“Then that much we agree,” Sam says before she ushers Amelie into the taxi and her following.

“Wait! Mel!” Gale calls and Amelie looks at her from inside the taxi. Mel was a nickname given to Amelie by Gale and only she was reserved to call her that. When she was a really young girl and her dad married Gale, the older women cared for her like she was her own. This included giving her a nickname that only Gale called her, and Amelie cherished the name so much. “I tried calling you, earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says, nodding her head. “I-I wanted to answer but-“

“-but I declined it for her,” Sam interrupts her. She was done talking to Gale and needed them to leave, now. Maybe she might get the chance to take that swing at Gale after all.

“Hey! I want to catch this fucker as much as you do,” Gales calls out one more time as Sam follows Amelie into the back of the taxi. With just Tara left to get in she finishes the conversation.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you’re gonna fade away.”

~

Back at the apartment, Quinn received a text from her dad and let the group know that there was another Ghostface attack at the bodega and the three girls were there. She let the group know that they got taken to the station for questioning and should be on their way home soon. Amelie also sent Ethan a quick text letting him briefly know they had a run in with the killer and were on their way. She did promise to call him if they had any trouble and while she didn’t get the chance to do that, she figured a brief text would have to suffice for that. The rest of the friends stayed at their apartment, worried about the girls as they were out. After hearing from Quinn everything that happened, they decided to stay until they come back to make sure they were okay and because they wanted to show their support. Amelie, Tara, and Sam are their best friends, their family, and they will do what they need to make sure they are okay.

So, when the front door of the apartment opens and in walks three sweaty girls with one who also has blood covering her pants and some of her shirt, the friends rise from their seats and rushes to them.

Mindy gasps when she sees Amelie and rushes to her side. “Oh my god, Amie, are you okay?”

Ethan perks up even more after hearing Mindy and looks at Amelie. He sees the distant look in her eyes and heads to stand next to her as well. The group, with looks of concern, wait patiently for any one of the girls to start speaking so that’s what Sam does. She explains everything that happened from leaving the apartment down to getting into the taxi.

Amelie can feel the eyes on her, she does have blood stains on her covering her, so it is within reason, and she probably reeks of iron. “We were running out of the bodega, and I slipped on some guy’s blood and fell in it. It’s not mine, don’t worry.”

Mindy from beside her holds Amelie’s arm as she tries to take her shoes off, that also have blood covering them. Guess those will also have to go, she thinks. Amelie continues to speak as she kicks the shoes off her feet, “I just need to get these clothes off of me and take a shower.”

Ethan stares at the red stains on her and feels angry again. Though he is relieved that the blood is not hers, he knows that it could have been her blood and it could have been her body they were picking up onto a gurney and placing in a bag.

“Well, we’re glad you guys are okay,” Anika says as she walks with Amelie and Mindy to her room.

“Yeah, me too,” Amelie says with a grateful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost felt as if the blood was hers and she was stabbed all over again by the amount of attention she was getting from this. She was grateful her friends care so much, but it was almost too overwhelming. Mindy and Anika leave the room to let Amelie get changed and take a shower where she is left by herself and her thoughts. As she peels the first layer of her clothes off a knock comes from door, and she rolls her eyes. God, she just wants to be left alone after everything. She stalks to her door in only her tank top and pants now and opens the door to reveal Ethan who looks concerned.

“What’s up?” She stays at the entry and holds the doorknob.

“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Ethan says nervously. He looks down to see if she is still wearing the clothes and she is, just less than before. Her tank top has some blood stains which must have leaked through from the long sleeve she was previously wearing. Blush rises to his cheeks, realizing he just subtly checked her out before looking back into her eyes where she appears tired and sunken in, though there is a hint of amusement laced in her expression.

“I am doing okay, Ethan. I was just about to take a shower, anyways,” She replies and nudges her head to the bathroom across the hall from her room.

“Oh okay, yeah, I guess you should do that,” Ethan nods his head before his expression changes, and he furrows his eyebrows. “Wait-wait, not that you need to or anything, it’s just because you have blood on you and stuff and you probably just want to get clean from everything, sorry.”

Amelie manages to let out a chuckle and shakes her head at him. “I know what you meant, don’t worry.”

She looks at him and thinks about everything that has happened this past night. She has been wanting to be alone this whole time to just be able to lay down and clean up but maybe being with someone won’t be as bad tonight as she thought. Because as she looks at him now, she can see that he cares and that he wants to be there for her. All this time she has refused her feelings down for him because she was so scared of what may happen if she acted upon it. She has a pretty good feeling that he also likes her the same way she does him, maybe even more, so she makes up her mind. She is so tired of feeling scared all the time and if she’s going to be fearful, then it’s going to be something worth being scared about and not about some boy. Time seems to run too fast in her world and she has learned that the hard way.

“Uhm, would you want to, maybe, stay? For a bit? I-I will go get clean and stuff, but you can just chill here, and we can hang out after I’m done? If you’re not busy, of course,” Amelie looks at him nervously now as she proposes the idea to him. Please say yes and make me not look like a total fool.

“Yeah, of course.” Ethan looks shocked that she asked and nods his head rapidly. He clears his throat, "I would give you a hug, but uh, I am not too keen on swapping blood."

“I will be right back, then you can give me a hug. Free of blood transfers,” Amelie smiles and lets him into her room before exiting to the bathroom. Ethan takes a seat on her desk chair, not wanting to sit on her bed without his permission and smiles to himself. All the anger he felt earlier has evaporated from his body and nothing but excitement and joy has replaced it. Something about her asking him to stay with her just makes his tummy feel funny and makes him think that waiting all this time to let her get close to him was worth it. He knows that they have hung out along countless times before, but something about it feels different.

Ethan sends a quick text to Chad to just let him know that he was staying with Amelie for the next couple of hours, to which Chad replies with a finally man! Guess you did listen and make a move, get it roomie :) and then followed it with but pls take care of her though, she could probably use it.

Soon enough Amelie enters the room again with wet hair and clothed in some shorts and a large pyjama shirt. Ethan looks up quickly at the girl and puts the picture frame he had in his hand back on her desk.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t snooping or anything, it was just there,” Ethan says nervously as he looks at her anxiously. He recognized her dad, of course he did, he was one of the legacy survivors of the original Ghostface attacks. So, he looked at the photo to see her smile so wide, he didn’t know she had the capability of doing so. He wonders if he could have ever had the same relationship with his dad as she did with Dewey and he feels jealous, almost, that even with everything that was currently planned with his family, he would never get that same amount of love. Guilt also begins to eat away at his stomach as he thinks of his family’s plans, knowing that they are the same plans that took away the person she cared about the most. But he also knows how it feels to lose a family member. Though, the circumstances are very different, and while he seeks revenge, she looks for comfort. While anger is ridden in both the young adults, the two use it to their advantage in very different ways.

Amelie notices his panicky actions and walks towards him where she grabs his hands to pull him up from her desk chair and wraps her arounds around his torso, finally getting that hug. Ethan is quick to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. Amelie closes her eyes and places her head on his chest, listening to his heart and the silence of her room. Ethan smiles at her action and rests his cheek on the top of her head. They don't hug often, Amelie is not one to be very touchy with her friends, but any time that it has happened, it feels so nice. Her height was perfect to place directly on his chest, near his neck and his large frame was so comforting as it wraps around her. The two feel so content being engulfed in each others presence. Not only did Amelie need this hug after everything that has happened over the past night, but hugging Ethan just felt so normal.

Although Amelie nor Ethan want to pull away, Amelie does so she can finally put some ointment on her throbbing palms. She picks the frame back up from the desk and then heads to sit on the edge of her bed. Looking back at her was an old photo of her dad and her. She remembers the day the photo was taken; it was a couple of months before the attacks last year when they went to go visit Sidney for the weekend. She had to practically force him to snap the photo with her, but she was glad she did. He smiles down at her while she stares at the camera with a smile almost as bright as the sun. Amelie smiles now as she looks at the photo and traces her finger along the side of the frame.

Ethan makes his way to her and takes a seat on the side of the bed with her. It felt so wrong to be messing with her like this, but he had to keep it up. “That’s your dad, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan watches her nod and his heart seizes when he sees the pain in her eyes. “He was the best.”

Amelie reaches over by her bedside table and places the photo down on it before picking up a small tube of cream. She needed to stop looking at the picture for too long or else tonight would become another one of the countless nights where she would sob as she held something of her dads to sleep. Ethan can tell that she probably wanted to continue talking about her dad but still found it difficult to.

Amelie opens up the ointment and begins to attempt to put some cream on her palms to help prevent an infection from all the cuts the glass caused and winces. She sees Ethan staring at her hands out of the corner fo her eye. “We had to crawl and there was shattered glass everywhere. Some of it just cut through my hand. Not bad enough for stitches, thankfully.”

Ethan listens to her and pictures her at the bodega, scared with blood on her hands. He hates that, although he didn’t do it himself, he is part of the reason that it happened. He glances down again at her hands, raw and cut, “I can help if you want. It may be a bit easier for you if you’re not doing it.”

Amelie looks at him and passes over the cream. She faces her palms up and pushes them closer to him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ethan mutters as he begins to lightly spread of the ointment over her palm. Even though her palms are cut, her hands are soft, and he wishes he could hold them all day long. This was the closest he has ever been to her and he is shitting himself. He can feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of her conditioner, itching to get closer but he knows he should just focus on getting her hands all cleaned up.

“You couldn’t,” Amelie all but whispers bravely as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. He was so pretty, and she was really realizing it now in this moment. His brown eyes so soft and lips so full. His curly hair looks so soft, Amelie almost wants to touch it and wrap a curl around her finger. The pad of his finger runs over one of the deeper cuts and she winces, then chuckles, “Maybe you could.”

Ethan looks up at her finally and gives her a smile. She is so close to him that all he had to do was lean forward and their lips could be attached. He briefly closes his eyes to rid himself of his thoughts, so he doesn’t get ahead of himself and re-opens then. He licks his lips before whispering, “Tell me about your dad.”

She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. Whatever she was thinking that he was going to say next, that was not it. But, although she was a little shocked he wanted her to talk about her dead dad and that he was so willing to listen, she also wouldn’t pass up a chance to talk so greatly about him. “Uh, well, he was a cop for a long time before he decided to retire just before he died.

He had a sister, my aunt Tatum, who I never got to meet, but he always talked about her so highly and I could tell that he loved her a lot. Which is where i got my middle name; Amelie Tatum Riley. I only ever lived with him and rarely saw my mom because she was apparently always too busy, but I think my dad just said that so it would hurt my feelings a little less. He also was my best friend, and I would talk to him about everything. He would teach me how to defend myself since I was little, in case I ever needed to, which I guess came in handy, huh? But he would also tell me after every session or lesson that I shouldn’t need to worry too much about using my skills because he would be there to protect me from harm no matter where he was.”

Ethan looks at her intently as he also switches hands to start applying the cream onto her other palm. She has a faint smile lingering on her lips as she talks about Dewey and Ethan can’t help but be captivated by her as she speaks so fondly about the man that raised her.

“He would always show up to any recital or performance I had as a child because he swore he was always my number one fan. And at least once a week he would try to find time so we could go out to eat at this dinner back in Woodsboro,” Amelie takes a pause and lets out a breathy laugh. “He was also still into Gale, one hundred percent but he just would never admit it to me. I am sure he knew that I knew, though. I think that sometimes he wishes that he could have ended up with Gale and that she was my mom, but he didn’t really like to talk about it too much.”

Ethan finishes up and closes the tube of cream before handing it back to Amelie. Amelie takes one more pause from her speech about her father before finishing up, deciding to end it soon or she may feel inclined to start crying and she was absolutely not going to be doing that in front of Ethan. “He was just the best dad, and I wish I could have had more time with him.”  

“He sounds like an amazing father. You were really lucky,” Ethan smiles at her, but that bitter feeling arises again. She did have a great dad and he would give just about anything to experience that same fatherly love she did with his own dad, but he guesses that he is, just in a completely different way. “And I’m sorry for, you know, your loss.”

“Yeah, he was,” She nods as she looks down at her now ointment treated hands. “And thank you. For asking me and listening and-” she holds her hands up briefly “-for this.”

She smiles in appreciation and puts the cream down on her side table. As she reaches over, her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back where her scar becomes visible to Ethan’s eye. Almost as if she can feel the tissue exposed, she takes her hair and places it back over her shoulder, ashamed of the mark.

She leans back over from her side table and sits back a bit further onto her bed to lean against the wall. Ethan scoots back towards her but doesn’t lean up against the wall just yet. Instead, he decides to fuck it and brushes her hair from off her shoulder to expose the scar once more. Maybe it was sick and twisted that he wanted to see it, see what his dead brother’s girlfriend did to her but he had to take a look. So, he did, and she let him.

Her breathe hitched in her throat as his fingers delicately traced over the line just above her collarbone, on the base of her neck. If she was going to let him in, then she might as well keep breaking more of her boundaries tonight.

“I got it last year from the last Ghostface attacks,” She whispers and looks straight ahead at her at the picture collage wall. One’s of her and her current roommates, some with Chad and Mindy, Wes, and the very few with Liv. Some with her dad and other group photos where she cut Amber’s figure out of them.

“Yeah, I-I figured,” Ethan whispers back. Although he obviously knew where she got it from, he played it off as just knowing from hearing it around. He feels sick again thinking about the fact that she got hurt from all of this and he vows to make sure she doesn’t get hurt the same way again, not on purpose or by the hands of his family.  

“I also have a couple more but this-“ She gestures to her neck “-is the most visible, obviously.”

Ethan continues to trace the mark back and forth before looking at Amelie’s face to see how she is reacting. He is so screwed, and his dad is going to kill him for getting so invested in a girl, Dewey’s daughter nonetheless, but he just can’t help it. He knows how easily it would be for him to wrap his hands around her neck and kill her, one less person to get rid of for his dad and brother but he can’t do it and he just won’t. He feels the urge to protect her and wants to keep her safe from this whole plan, safe from getting hurt again.

Amelie looks at Ethan, feeling his eyes on her and they stare at one another. Ethan feels his heart leap and is wondering if this is what it’s like to actually be with someone you like. He has never been this close to a girl before so he’s wondering if the nerves is from his lack of experience or because he is finally getting his moment with the girl he has been crushing on for months now.

“Amelie-” Ethan pauses his movement on her scar and says her name.

“Amie,” Amelie cuts him off. “You can call me Amie. You always call me Amelie, but you can call me Amie.”

“Alright, Amie,” Ethan smiles and lets out a laugh. "I don't really know why, I guess everyone just calls you Amie, huh?"

Amelie smiles as he continues to move his fingers so delicately across the pink tissue. "You know...

I don't think you have to be so scared about hiding it so much. It's beautiful, in a way. You're a survivor."

"I just, I don't know..." Amelie pauses and swallows. She can feel her stomach turn inside out and she is almost tempted to tell him to stop so she can ensure she wouldn't throw up. And the way Ethan is touching her so gently, and looking at her so soft, she just might. "...am ashamed of it. It's gross, and people just stare when they see it. Especially when they know who was the one that did it to me."

"Well, people are stupid," Ethan smiles at her. The tension building between the two makes him want to scream out, tell her how beautiful she is, and kiss her face. But, he has never done that before and there is always this impending fear that she will never see him in that light. "And a scar means shit. People don't know a thing, but you do."

"And not that my word really matters, but uh," Ethan continues on and swallows any of his nerves. So very uncharacteristic of him, he tilts his head and leans towards her neck, delicately placing a small kiss on the scar. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, you're beautiful."

Amelie's heart picks up and she is surprised that Ethan can't hear it pound out of her chest. She almost can't breathe, the tension is too unbearable, and she just wants him to lift his head so he can kiss her instead.

In the back of her mind, she can hear screaming voice call to her, telling her to be careful and maybe not trust Ethan so easily, the same voice she heard back at the party with Dean. He seems to be too gentle with her to be a killer in disguise. Then again, so was Richie and Billy and Stu and Charlie. But it feels so right being here this close to him, feels so good to be held by his soft hands. Being this close to Ethan is exactly what she was picturing in her head when her lips were attached to Dean's, and now it is almost happening. So, once again, she decides to screw what her head is screaming at her and leans in closer to Ethan, giving him the hint to lift his head from her scar. He takes it and raises his head, now unbelievably close to the girls face. He can smell her coconut conditioner and the mint from her toothpaste, and is craving to taste her.

"You're not with that guy, right?" Ethan whispers, his breathe hitting Amelie's face and its intoxicating. "The one from the party."

Amelie looks in his eyes, her lids are heavy and vision glazed. She shakes her head lightly, "no."

"You know..." Amelie licks her bottom lip, it catching Ethan's eye and his breathe hilts in his throat.

"I was thinking of you when I was with him."

Ethan nearly lets out a groan. She was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.

Ethan brings one hand up, brushing a piece of fallen hair behind her ear and rests his hand there. Hearing those words did something to him, and he knew he needed to feel her lips on his this very moment. Knowing that she felt the same way as him made him more than relieved, especially knowing that he was on her mind when she had her lips on another boy. A small smirk raises on his lips. "Good."

She knows she should listen to the voice and be weary, fear who Ethan might be but in this moment she doesn’t care. So, she looks in his eyes one more time to see if there lays any hesitation or discomfort, and when she finds nothing but want and adoration, she leans in and finally lets their lips touch.

Ethan can feel how soft her lips are and never wants to pull away. He has been craving this since he first laid eyes on her, and now it is finally happening. He lets out a sigh of relief, his hand on her hip tightening to restrain the urge and desire in his body. Their lips together, touching one another felt so right, and they wonder why they haven't done that sooner. Their kiss lasts for all of three seconds before Amelie's door cracks open.

“Hey Amie, I brought you some tea-“ Quinn opens her bedroom door and begins before her eyes widen at the sight of the two teens in front of her. Amelie and Ethan jump apart at the sound of the redhead’s voice and Amelie scoots up the edge of her bed and away from the wall she was leaning on. She clears her throat and looks at Quinn with stern eyes before running her hands across her face. “I am so sorry, I-I didn’t know anyone else was here with you, Amie.”

“No, it-it’s okay, Quinn. Maybe knock next time, yeah? I don’t know just an idea,” Amelie shrugs and says sarcastically before standing up and making her way to stand in front of Quinn. The older girl looks at Amelie and mouths an I’m so sorry while handing her the cup of tea in her hand. Amelie looks back and sees Ethan stand up from her bed and pull down at the hem of his shirt.

“That is the second roommate I have done that to within the last day, I am such a cockblock. I’m so sorry,” Quinn says shaking her head as she takes the handle of the door and begins to back out of the room. “I made you the tea to, you know, maybe make you feel better after everything. I-sorry, I’m just gonna-“

Quinn points to behind her where she will be making her exit. As Amelie goes to place the cup of tea on her bedside table beside the ointment and picture frame, Quinn sneaks a glare at her brother and shakes her head, quick enough for Amelie not to see but for Ethan to catch. His heart jumps in his throat but he swallows it back down as he glares back at her. He knows she will be having a word with him about all of his later and that his dad will find out and he is screwed, once again. But fuck, it practically happened, and he has never felt so alive then he was in that moment. He had pictured the moment he could kiss Amelie for so long and it just happened, until it didn’t. So, Amelie turns to look at him and smiles sheepishly while Ethan looks at her and bites his lip to contain his smile. Ethan stays with her for the next couple of hours where he lays with her in her bed as she attempts get some rest. And though he held her as she slept, that almost kiss is the closest exchange the two have for the rest of the night. Because although their moment got interrupted, it was there. And as much as the two would like to go back in time and continue what almost happened, they at least both knew that their feelings were reciprocated and their hearts beat, almost at the same time.

[writing-rat]

SCREAM MASTERLIST

FANFICTION

Sam Carpenter X Reader

Birthday Girl (FLUFF)

Ghostface's Victim (SMUT)

Gym Crush (FLUFF)

Drunk On You (SMUT)

Protection in Order (FLUFF)

Found Family (Tara, Gale And Sam (Sidney included))

Birthday Celebration (FLUFF)

Under Gale's Care (FLUFF)

Hold On, I still Need You (FLUFF)

Loneliness and Agony (FLUFF)

Mindy X Reader

First Times (SMUT)

Amber Freeman X Reader

Embarrassment (SMUT)

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Used and Bred (SMUT)

Tara Carpenter x Amber Freeman

Duo Therapy (FLUFF)

Fun at The Party (SMUT)

How To Seduce Ghostface Accidentally (SMUT)

My Side of the Couch (FLUFF)

Sam's Missing Anniversary (FLUFF)

Stolen Jacket (FLUFF)

Tara's Pain (FLUFF AND ANGST)

The Barbie Movie (FLUFF)

Wolf And Prey (SMUT)

5 Times Amber Gave something to Tara, 1 Time Tara gave Amber Something (FLUFF)

Amber's Quirks (FLUFF)

Bed Sharing (FLUFF AND ANGST)

Bratty Streamer (SMUT)

Cherry Kisses (SMUT)

Cows, Not Horses (FLUFF)

Cute Barista (FLUFF)

In Sickness and No School (FLUFF)

The Photographer (FLUFF)

Pillow Humper Tara (SMUT)

Partner Project (FLUFF)

Submissive Bitch (SMUT)

Wolf in Heat (SMUT)

Swimming Pool (SMUT)

The Basement (FLUFF)

Weed and Confessions (FLUFF)

There is No Escape (SMUT)

Sam Carpenter x Kirby Reed

Weekend Meal (FLUFF)

Kirby's Guide to Bitching an Alpha (SMUT)

High School Crush (FLUFF)

Secret Love (FLUFF)

Carpenter Sisters (Always fluff)

5 Times Tara Needed Help, 1 Time Sam needed Help

Cooking Lessons

Cuddles at Night Time

What did you do?

Wolfish Issues

Sisterly Teasing

Nightmares

Dewey X Reader

Movie Shoot (SMUT)

Quinn Bailey x Reader

Ghostface's Little Slut (SMUT)

That's My Girl (SMUT)

Mutual Help (SMUT)

HEADCANONS

After Scream 6 Ends

[thevillainsfangirl]

It's not lost on me how a certain portion of the Scream Hellfandom has just... weirdly scapegoated Wayne Bailey into the Big Bad Villain while watering his kids (who aren't Richie) down into Poor Abused Victims Groomed Into Killers when neither the film’s narrative nor Radio Silence themselves have said anything of the sort. And I'm sure it's because he's an Old White Man™ and a cop (As if that's worse than all of the serial murder these characters have committed over 26 years, but what's new with this fandom?), while Quinn and Ethan appeal to the new young fans who want to date some bland, OOC versions of them that they've created in their heads.

And it's extra absurd because these people will be like, "They were only teenagers, obviously their father made them kill," as if they weren't 19, as if there haven't been multiple Ghostfaces who were 17 and 18 killing of their own free will. As if Quinn's and Ethan's anger at Sam for hacking their brother to death wasn't clear as day. (Especially Quinn’s.) As if Wayne saying that he had a special bond with his first son and only child for 7 years meant that he didn't love Ethan as well. As if Ethan wasn't portrayed as the most deranged of the entire family. (He was SO excited for murder!)

(What are the papers I have? THE ACTUAL FUCKING MOVIE instead of OOC fanfiction.)

"Wayne excluded Ethan from the family!!" We don't even know who's idea that was; we know Quinn started the rumor about Sam, so who knows what Ethan may have thought of. Also... that was part of the con. (But truly, it was to throw us off because they would've looked too sus if we knew they were related.)

“Richie was spoiled! Wayne did everything for Richie! The shrine, the murders, it was all for Richie!” Yeah, the other two were probably spoiled as well, we just didn’t see it because it wasn’t relevant to the plot. And of course everything was about Richie right now for Wayne; Richie was the child he lost, his child who he’d seen butchered. Do you honestly, with your whole chests, think that he wouldn’t have done the same for those kids? 🤨

These people have Crazy Anti™ written all over them because why must they bend over backward so hard and make shit up just to feel better about liking a FICTIONAL villain? (They don't actually like Quinn or Ethan, of course; if they did, they wouldn't try so hard to warp them into different people. They just want to fuck them solely for their looks.)