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rollingsins · 2 years ago

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Quinn Bailey Must Die, p5

P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5

summary: Tara deals with the fallout of Sam leaving. all hers universe.

warnings: (+18), Tara is (was) Ghostface, language. Implied sexual content.

pairing: tara carpenter x reader, sam carpenter x quinn bailey

word count: 2.6k

a/n: enjoy babes! let me know your thoughts, as always

The first thing Tara does when Sam closes the door is tighten her shoulders and barge into Sam’s bedroom.

You follow, hastily.

Watch as she reaches for Sam’s clothing rack and tries to pry the lot off the rack and onto the floor.

“Tara, stop.” You grab her hand as Sam’s jackets crumple to the ground.

“Don’t, babe,” Tara says, her voice sharp, “This is all going in the dumpster. Don’t try and stop me.”

“She’ll be back in a week,” You protest, “She’s going to need this stuff.”

“I don’t care,” Says Tara, rounding on you, “She can walk around naked for all I care. She’s picking Quinn over me. Her own sister.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” You ask, voice quiet, “We did go behind her back and try to seduce… whatever Quinn is to her. It makes sense she wants space.”

“She’s done this before,” Tara growls, “When she was fifteen. She picked her deadbeat boyfriend over us. Over me.”

Before you can stop her she’s pried Sam’s cluster of picture frames off her dresser and into a trash can.

You sigh.

And let her tear through Sam’s room like a Doberman off the leash. You’ll fix it yourself tomorrow.

You sink into Sam’s mattress and watch your girlfriend.

Her hands are shaky. Her eyes are watering, though you know she’s too proud to let the tears fall in front of you.

She’s hurting.

“Why don’t we call Dr Colmann?” You suggest, voice gentle, “She always makes you feel better, babe.”

“I have to finish this tonight,” Says Tara, “As long as her shit’s in here, I won’t be able to sleep.”

You bite your lip.

“Let’s call Dr Colmann,” You suggest, “And if you still want her stuff gone after the call, I’ll help you myself.”

Dr Colmann had given you her personal number for Tara related emergencies.

“Tara is a special client,” Dr Colmann had answered after you’d raised an eyebrow, “And I want to make sure you can come to me if you need it.”

You had never used it.

Until now.

“Dr Colmann?” You ask, a little anxious.

You’d finally convinced Tara to sit, and firmly planted yourself in her lap so she can’t get up and continue her tirade through Sam’s room.

“We need your help.”

It’s a little after twelve in California, and Dr Colmann looks as if she’s just gotten back from the gym.

You apologize - taking a work call on a Sunday afternoon seems criminal. Even if it’s your only option.

But Dr Colmann doesn’t seem to mind.

“What’s going on, Tara?” Asks Dr Colmann, “You seem a little on edge.”

You rub her back.

Press the softest of kisses to the side of her head.

“My sister is abandoning me,” Tara says, voice a little fraught.

“She’s leaving for a week,” You correct, hastily, “We had a small disagreement.”

“What kind of disagreement?” Dr Colmann asks.

“That isn’t important,” Says Tara.

Dr Colmann sighs.

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to be honest with me Tara.”

Tara bites her lip.

“I don’t like the girl she’s seeing,” Says Tara, “It’s the Quinn girl. The one we told you about last month.”

“The roommate who tried to pursue you?” Asks Dr Colmann, taking notes.

Tara nods.

“So the fight was about this girl?” Dr Colmann asks.

Tara hesitates.

“Kind of,” She says, “I thought… I thought maybe if tried to seduce her, I could show Sam she wasn’t serious about her.”

Dr Colmann pauses.

“And do you really think that was the best thing to do, Tara?” She asks, sounding skeptical.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Says Tara, “She backed me into a corner.”

Dr Colmann sighs.

“Tara,” She says, gently, “Have you tried apologizing to your sister?”

Tara frowns.

“Apologize?” She asks, as if the word is foreign to her, “For trying to help her?”

“Tara, trying to seduce the person your sister is interested in, is wrong, regardless of your intentions.” Says Dr Colmann, sternly.

“And what about her?” Tara asks, heatedly, “It’s okay for Sam to date someone who tried to break up my relationship?”

“No,” Says Dr Colmann, “If you’re not comfortable with who Sam is seeing, Tara, you should express that to her. In a calm, and non confrontational manner. You can lay out your reasoning and explain why you don’t think her seeing Quinn is a good idea.”

Dr Colmann hesitates.

“But, at the end of the day, Tara, you can’t control who Sam sees or who she dates. We’ve talked about this, Tara - you don’t have control over other people’s actions. You need to make peace with that.”

Tara lets out a discontented grunt.

You squeeze her shoulders.

“Start with an apology,” Dr Colmann suggests, “Call Sam and tell her you’d like to apologize in person for your behavior. Start a dialogue, but remember Tara - calm and collected. Telling somebody they can’t do something only leads to them wanting to do it more.”

“Thanks, Dr Colmann,” You say, rubbing Tara’s back, “Should we reach out right away?”

“It can’t hurt,” Says Dr Colmann, “But she’ll likely need some time. Give it to her. Tell her you’re sorry, and let her come to you.”

Dr Colmann isn’t wrong about Sam needing time.

She won’t answer Tara’s calls, so Tara texts her.

“Really sorry, Sam. I don’t know what came over me,” Tara reads from her phone, lip between her teeth, “I just wanted to protect you from her as I think she’s going to hurt you. I crossed the line and I know what I did was wrong. I’m hoping maybe tomorrow we can meet up and I can apologize in person.”

She looks up at you, a little shy.

“Is it okay?” She asks.

You kiss her.

“It’s perfect,” You assure, “Sam will appreciate it.”

Tara curls into your side, the moment she presses send.

She’s a little calmer, after the call with Dr Colmann. Sam’s wardrobe hasn’t been touched, and you’d managed to sneak in and replace all the things Tara had ripped down.

“I hate this,” Tara admits, nuzzling her head into your neck, “I hate feeling powerless.”

You press a kiss to her forehead.

“Remember what Dr Colmann said,” You say, “You can’t control everything, babe.”

“Can we watch Alien?” Tara asks, blinking up at you, “It always makes me feel better.”

You kiss her.

“I will never understand how horror movies calm you down,” You say, with a sigh, “But of course we can.”

Sam doesn’t text back until the morning.

“Thanks for apologizing, Tara,” Tara reads out, eyebrows crinkled, “I need some time. I’ll be back next week and we can talk.”

Tara frowns, dropping her phone.

“It’s not all bad, babe,” You soothe, reaching out to wrap an arm around her, “Dr Colmann said she’d need space.”

“Yeah,” Tara says, resigned.

Then, she flops back into the couch.

“Sam thinks I don’t love her,” She says, after a long moment, “Because I never say it.”

You tilt your head.

“Babe.” You say, dropping down to her side. You brush a strand of hair out of her face,

“I do love her,” Says Tara, sounding unhappy, “But she doesn’t love me. Not the real me.”

Her eyes are sad, vulnerable.

You kiss her, deeply.

“It’s difficult,” You say, choosing your words carefully, “But Sam loves you. For better or for worse. You’re her baby sister.”

“She left before,” Tara accuses, “She’d do it again. I just know it.”

“Hey,” You say, pressing your lips to her cheek, “That’s behind you now, remember? We’re in therapy.”

It doesn’t placate her.

“How can you love somebody you don’t even know?” She asks, a little mournful.

“I loved you before I knew,” You say, nudging your nose against hers, “And I love you after. Always.”

“That’s different,” Says Tara, biting her lip, “You’re in love with me. You’re the exception. Do you really think Chad or Mindy or Liv or Sam would stay around if they knew the truth?”

“They’ll never know,” You promise, “Baby, I know it’s hard, but you can’t live your life being scared of rejection. Sam loves you. Your friends love you. You’re a different person than you were before. You’re a good friend. And you’ve been holding back from Sam, but I know you’ll be a good sister too. The best sister. Just like you’re the best girlfriend.”

You kiss her once more.

“You just have to let yourself be vulnerable,” You say, “Let Sam know you love her. And the rest will fall in place.”

Quinn’s apartment is beautiful.

High ceilings, expensive artwork, luxury furniture.

It makes Sam’s head spin.

“You can be louder, if you want,” Quinn says, biting her lip, only moments after Sam had cum hard with her hand against her mouth, “This place is sound-proofed. Dad made sure when he bought it.”

“Why did you ever live in that dump with my sister?” Sam wonders, sprawled out across Quinn’s pillows, “This place is great.”

Quinn laughs, and curls herself into Sam’s side.

“I was trying to be independent,” She admits, “I was trying not to live off my Dad’s money.”

Sam tilts her head.

“Did your Dad invent the toaster or something?” She wonders aloud.

Quinn presses a sly kiss to her lips.

“He’s done well for himself,” She admits, “He’s a detective. A very senior Detective.”

“And here I was thinking government employees lived paycheck to paycheck.” Sam mumbles.

“Most do,” Quinn admits, “But like I said - he’s done well for himself.”

“Do you see him much?” Sam asks.

Quinn pauses.

“Not really,” She says, “My brother - he’s the problem child. Dad spends most of his time wrapped up with Ethan.”

“Little brother?” Sam asks, head tilted. Quinn nods.

“The youngest… they’re always the problem kids.” Sam says, knowing from experience.

“I know you can’t choose your family,” Says Quinn, “But man, don’t you sometimes wish you could?”

Sam thinks.

“I would still choose Tara,” She says, voice a little soft, “She’s a brat, yeah. But it’s only because my parents never taught her how to behave. They failed her. Heck, they failed me too.”

Quinn smiles.

“That’s sweet,” She says, “I love how you love her. Even after what she tried to do.”

Sam shifts, suddenly uncomfortable.

“She was just looking out for me,” Sam says, “In her own way. In her Tara way.”

“She doesn’t need to,” Quinn promises. She leans over and kisses Sam, “I’m crazy about you. You know that.”

Butterflies bloom in Sam’s stomach.

“I know it’s only been a couple of weeks,” Quinn says, nudging her nose against Sam’s, “But I’m falling for you. Hard.”

Sam blinks.

And the butterflies evaporate.

Uneasiness replaces them.

“Quinn,” She says, slowly, “Like you said, it’s only been a couple of weeks-”

“I know,” Quinn says, rubbing a hand over her hip, “Sorry, I don’t love you or anything. Not yet. I just wanted you to know I’m falling.”

“Alright,” Sam says, voice even, “I just- it’s not-”

“Stop freaking out,” Quinn says, and kisses her softly, “I only wanted to say I like you. Don’t think so hard, Carpenter.”

Sam relaxes.

“I like you, too.” She says.

And Quinn kisses her.

Sam stays at Quinn’s place longer than a week.

It’s two weeks at first, then three.

Quinn’s kisses are ample reason to stay. Tara’s texts, each a little more desperate than the other, remind Sam of why she can’t go back.

She loves her sister.

But Sam’s been suffocating her.

Dinners, breakfasts. She does Tara’s laundry and cleans up after her. Makes her bed. Helps her with homework.

She’s been trying to replace their mother.

Sam loves her sister, but a mother she is not.

Sisters need boundaries. Sam needs boundaries.

And so she calls Tara to explain.

“We can talk,” Sam promises over the phone, “Tonight, if you want. I’ll come to the apartment. But Tara, you should know I’m planning on staying with Quinn. It’s better for both of us if I stay with Quinn.”

“I miss you, Sam,” Tara says, voice unhappy, “I promise I’ll be nicer. I’ve been talking to a therapist, she’s helping me. YN and I won’t even fuck when you’re home - if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Sam bites her lip.

“That’s - sweet Tara,” Says Sam, “But that isn’t the problem. Not the whole problem. We’re adults now, both of us. Sisters aren’t designed to live together, forever.”

“Not forever,” Presses Tara, “But for right now? We should be together.”

Sam sighs.

Quinn’s pouring her a glass of wine, wearing a particularly low-cut top.

Sam’s gaze veers down.

“I’ll speak to you, tonight,” Sam promises, mouth dry, “Love you, T.”

Tara hesitates.

“Speak to you, tonight.” She echoes, voice hollow.

“Ugh, why do you have to go and speak to your sister?” Quinn murmurs, a little later, when Sam is a sweaty mess under her.

“Because she’s my sister.” Sam reminds, a little pointed, as she leans up to kiss Quinn.

“She tried to seduce me.” Quinn says, a little sharp, “I think the silent treatment is more than effective, here.”

“You tried to seduce her first.” Says Sam, retracting herself from Quinn’s grip, “Relax, Quinn. It’s time I patched things up with her.”

“You’re coming back after, right?” Quinn asks, little on edge, “You’re not moving back in? Because you can stay here as long as you want.”

Sam kisses her.

“I’ll be back,” She promises, “But I need to borrow a jacket. I left mine back at the house.”

Quinn’s grip is tight. For a moment, Sam wonders if Quinn will let her leave at all. But then she releases her grip on Sam’s waist.

“Closet,” She says, with a murmur, “You know, you wearing my clothes is kind of hot.”

Sam kisses her once more.

Sam rifles through Quinn’s closet, a little mindless. It’s expansive. From denim to leather, seemingly Quinn has it all. Sam works through them all. She settles on a bare-bones black leather jacket that’ll go with her jeans. She pries it off the rack and slips it around her shoulders.

But then, she notices something buried near the bottom of her wardrobe.

Her brow creases.

It’s a picture.

Quinn she recognises - an older man that must be her Dad. A younger guy that must be her brother, Ethan.

And then she sees him.

To say the wind is knocked out of her is an understatement.

She recognises him immediately. Curly brown hair. Piercing blue eyes she stared into hundreds of times.

Eyes she’d seen flutter closed for the last time.

It’s Richie.

Quinn knows Richie.

Sam panics.

She stumbles back, takes out Quinn’s mirror in her wake. Her chest heaves. Her eyes prick with tears.

Out, her mind screams, you need to get out.

But Quinn’s all over her before she gets the chance.

Sam flinches as Quinn’s arms loop around her waist. She reacts immediately.

She pries herself out of Quinn’s arms and turns around as if she’s just been burned.

“Sam?” Quinn asks, looking startled, “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

Sam’s eyes are wide.

Quinn’s eyes flicker down to the bottom of the wardrobe. To Richie.

Her eyes widen, almost mournful.

“Oh, Sam,” She says, softy, “I really wish you hadn’t seen that.”

It happens in a flash.

One moment Sam is backing up, against the wall. The next, Quinn’s pressing her to it, hand over her mouth.

“Shh, baby,” Quinn says, as Sam screams, “It’s okay. I can explain everything. But you need to stop screaming. Nobody can hear you now.”

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novelsbynia · 5 months ago

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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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emiliehornby · 2 years ago

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diesel is desire (you were playing with fire)

pairing ethan landry x fem! riley-weathers! reader

synopsis the shadow of somebody you used to know comes back to haunt you in more ways than one when your ex-boyfriend takes part in a master plan to murder you

warnings canon typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death

author’s notes a friend of mine actually let me edit this and repost so if you think this fic looks familiar, it’s probably why!! no plagiarism involved i promise, just some fun writing exercises. hope you guys enjoy!! love you!!

Tara’s final blow to the masked killer falling to the floor made it incredibly hard to focus.

You and your friends shared a look, the realization that Kirby’s double crossing blindsided you all. You thought on your feet, turning the corner of the counter to try and find another way out, only for the lock to betray you. You kicked the door, knowing that the only way out was through the way you came, but you couldn’t take that risk of finding an accomplice awaiting your presence.

Walking back towards the unlocked exit, you watched as Sam’s hands cupped Tara’s cheeks, examining her. It was the reprieve you craved as you longed for your mother’s warmth to engulf you, but reality settled in and your heaving chest began to with every breath. Honestly, that was supposed to be the least of your worries.

You just really wanted to get out of there.

Your fingertips barely touched the doorknob when Tara's scream cut through the air. Turning around, Chad was on his two knees with the two Ghostfaces going at it, stabbing him until his sweatshirt stained red.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit.” Looking between Sam, who was struggling to hold Tara back from stepping in, and Chad, whose eyes pleaded for you to escape, the split second decision was made. You moved past the Carpenter sisters to grab a framed poster off the wall. Sam seemed to figure out what you were doing and reached out to stop you.

“Y/N, wait!” She barely brushed over your arm when you hit one of them over the head. Their grip immediately loosened on Chad, who fell limply while you kicked Ghostface One towards the wall. When you heard a hard thud from the impact, you threw the frame aside to turn around. Your gaze was on the second killer, who’s knife was dangerously close to piercing your skin.

You screamed at the sisters, “What are you waiting for? Go!” You lifted your arms to defend yourself, only earning yourself a stab in the thigh by Ghostface Two, who’d finally come to their senses. That was Sam’s wake up call, pushing Tara out the door despite her insistent screams to do something. It broke your heart, but when they disappeared, you let your guard down enough for them to take the knife to your shoulder. Screaming, they pushed you up against the wall before letting you slide down to the floor like a rag doll. You clutched your wounds, attempting to get up but you only scrambled yourself into a corner.

Bracing yourself for these last moments, you knew you couldn’t go down without a fight. Not if that meant Sam and Tara could escape, or the slim chance Chad could still be alive.

“You aren’t the first shitheads to try this, you know. And you probably won’t be the last. So kill me! I dare you to try…” You spat.

The ghostface, who’s mask resembled much of Nancy Loomis’, pulled your head back to meet their gaze. Their knife slowly traced over your throat and you hissed when they nicked down towards your collarbone. The other ghostface, with Stu Macher’s mask, wanted to finish you off when the former’s knife cut through the air to stop them. Conflict vibrated between them, daring you to smirk up at them, “Unless you’re too scared to?”

That caught their attention, a sudden pain shooting through your torso in response. When the knife met your warm flesh, you gritted your teeth when they twisted it into you. The Nancy Loomis lookalike merely tilted their head at the action. Yanking the weapon away, the killers couldn’t be bothered to look back before they left. You rested your head against the wall as they traced down the Carpenter sisters, and you could only hope they were long gone from this killbox.

You started to mentally prepare yourself when the door shut behind them. Taking one big breath, you attempted to push yourself up from off the ground. Any small movement shot pain through your veins, but you continued to fight when thinking of Chad, who was lying only a few feet away from you. Slowly, you were able to reach him, falling to your knees to see how seemingly lifeless he looked. You immediately pressed two fingers to the pulse point in his neck, sighing in relief when you felt it beating weakly against you.

“Chad, can you hear me?” You slapped his face.

No response.

You gradually hardened your blows. Still no response. Tears began to fall down your face, dissolving into the bloodstains. Somehow, this made your stomach hurt more than when you were stabbed, but you weren’t one to give up easily. You checked his pulse again. It was slower than before, prompting you to grab his shoulders. Staying mindful of his head, you shook him until he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned heavily. You let out a choked sob, a laugh bubbling from you for the first time in days.

Reaching over to grab his hand, you thought out loud in hopes you could talk him through the unimaginable pain he was in, “Okay good! That’s good. Now listen-”

“Ta…Ta…ra-“ He cut you off with a whisper.

You frowned, “I don’t- I don't know where Sam and Tara went.” Fading gunshots and distant yelling then echoed through the building. You glanced at the door, then back down at Chad to tell him, “But you gotta listen to me. I’m gonna come back for you. okay? I'm gonna find them, and then I'll come and get you. I promise we’ll be okay.” You gave his hand a squeeze before gently placing it down on his chest.

You shifted all your weight to your uninjured leg, trying to hold yourself up despite the pain in your shoulder when you stood up straight. Lightheadedness momentarily rook over until you caught yourself with the corner of the counter. Slowly, you limped your way back to the main room, where the muffled voices finally began to make sense. But your gaze was drawn to the clear case that stored your father’s gun. You couldn’t help but pry it open and made sure the gun was loaded before stashing it in your waistband. Solemnly, you stared at his sketch, pressing a kiss to your thumb to run across his face. Cracking a small smile, you picked up the extra bullets to place in your back pocket.

“...Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. I mean, they’re not dead yet, but I guess killing Y/N is going to be good enough for now.” You perked up at the mention of your name and decided to make fun of the masked killers.

“God, you guys are shit at playing your own game, you know that? I was unarmed and I was by myself, And guess what? I’m still not dead!” The Carpenter sisters turned around at the sound of your voice. You kept your gaze on them the entire time, heart clenching when Tara choked out a sob upon seeing you. Once you were close enough, she stepped forward and took you into her arms. Sam kept a hand on you both while Tara held you for dear life. You hugged back with just as much fervor, but couldn’t stop yourself from looking over her shoulder to see the robed figures without their Ghostface masks. You weren’t sure if it was the blood loss or the reality of the situation, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were seeing things. “Ethan? What the fuck?” You said.

“Hey baby.” He smirked. Okay, he was definitely real. You tensed up when he scoffed, “What’s the matter? Don’t you remember how badly you wanted me to be here?” His gaze grew sinister, almost as if you meant nothing to him.

This wasn’t the Ethan you knew. He had spilled coffee on your shirt and after apologizing profusely, offered to help clean it up with three spare tissues he had in his pocket. You thought he was going to be it for you But this wasn’t the Ethan you eventually grew to love over the years either. The boy was sweet, awkward, and absolutely nerdy but you soaked up every word he’d ever said because you loved the sound of his voice. Every day with Ethan was a good one…until all of that changed. A spring break you were meant to spend together was taken away from you when Woodsboro called. Ethan had said you’d come back a completely different person, and your emotions ran high, effectively straining your relationship. Your breakup was imminent, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt.

Tara lightly shook you out of your trance, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You gulped.

“And- and Chad?” She hesitated to ask. You finally spared her a glance to offer her a small nod. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment when Sam spat at Detective Bailey.

“Fuck you!” She smacked Billy Loomis’ mask out of his hands. Ethan retaliated quickly by slashing her shoulder.

“Hey, you stay the fuck away from them!” Tara reacted quickly. She kept one arm around your waist, the other holding the brick to defend you three. Sam continued to yell, questioning their motives and denying the murderous trio’s allegations of her masterminding the 2022 Woodsboro Massacre.

Your gaze instinctively went over to Ethan. The boy who once made you feel safe was the same reason you were fighting for your life. Fear flickered through your poker face upon being surrounded, a look of hurt glazing over him. Ethan’s lips momentarily twisted into a frown with his eyes growing glassy when he met your hard stare — the same look on his face when you broke it off. But Ethan’s facade faltered fast, his mood only shifting into something crazier.

“They’re still not getting it!” He pointed out.

You all whipped around at Detective Bailey screaming, “You’re a killer. Just like your father!”

“No I’m not!” Sam wailed.

“Yes you are, you motherfucker. You killed our brother!” Quinn seethed.

Tara furrowed her eyebrows, “You said your brother died in a car accident.”

“No…you said that your brother left for college when you were thirteen and he never came back. Or was that a lie too?” You spoke up. Ethan grew bitter, your words cutting him almost as deeply as your wound. But you couldn’t pay attention for long when Quinn strides towards you.

She ran the blunt side of her knife down your face with a sigh, “You’re getting warmer! Think a little harder, maybe you’ll figure it out before these dumbasses do.”

Tara's grip on you was almost bruising. Afraid to abruptly pull you away in case Quinn tried something, you barely batted an eye when the cool metal couldn’t compare to anything you’d endured prior to entering the main room.

You looked straight at Ethan while explaining, “You wanted to be just like him.” The wheels began to turn. A special interest in the 2022 Woodsboro massacre mixed with a brother whose fascination with the horror genre appeared almost genetic…had Mickey Altieri not died twenty years prior, you would assume they were related. But it didn’t add up until you noticed the striking resemblance in Ethan’s dark eyes and wicked smile.

You didn’t realize that you’d spaced out until Quinn tapped the knife against your face, instructing, “Hey! Eyes on me.” You clenched your jaw, turning back to her. She hummed in satisfaction, “Good girl. So, have you figured it out yet? The clock's ticking here.”

“You’re Richie’s family…” You revealed.

“What?!” Sam reacted.

Detective Bailey confirmed, “And we have a winner!”

“We knew you’d get it eventually.” The sweet cynicism dripping from Ethan’s voice made you sick.

“Wow. Real great parenting job you did, by the way." Tara said. Her sarcasm earned the three of you a large push. Sam broke your fall and you all stood in a circle to cover your bases against each killer. Detective Bailey began monologuing the mourning of his son’s death and seeking vengeance, something that didn’t make much sense to you.

“So what happens next? What happens after this? You guys just disappear?” You asked.

“No, we gotta make sure Mindy and Gale don’t pull through. Because everybody dies! Everybody who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies.” Detective Bailey pointed the gun towards sam. He urged her to put the mask on, and Sam spared you a glance before her aura darkened. She looked up at Detective Bailey with a cold and calculated look in her eye while he pressed the barrel against her forehead. The act was your cue to hold Tara back with whatever energy you had left while they fought it out.

“Your son? He was a man baby who made his girlfriend do all the killing.” She started.

Detective Bailey fumed, “He was a strong, virile young man!”

“He was a limp dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat.” She didn’t back down.

“You said Y/N helped kill Richie. They were there that night…” Ethan muttered. His family immediately glared at him. Your gaze switched between him and Quinn, who’s knife was now pointed towards you. She nicked your arm when she moved around to create a barrier between you two.

“Well you shouldn’t have believed the other fucking rumors then. Because he died under my hands. no one else’s. But if we’re talking about his little girlfriend Amber, then that’s a different story…” Sam responded.

Quinn seemingly had enough, yelling, “Shut the fuck up!”

She was ready to stab you when Tara hit her over the head with a brick. As if on cue, Kirby got up again and shot at Detective Bailey. You followed her lead, pulling your father’s gun out to shoot at Ethan. Narrowly missing, you couldn’t fire anymore when Tara called your names.

You made your way to her just as she reached the top of the balcony. You paused when Sam never followed, and Tara seemed to think the same to yell, “Come on Sam!”

Her body was hunched over Ethan’s, but she pushed him down and grabbed Kirby’s gun.

You waved at her to come closer. The moment you could reach her, you gave her a lift in order to reach the ladder. You wasted no time when Sam barely began making her way to the balcony by jumping up and grabbing onto it yourself. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, the pain nonexistent while your knuckles grew white at your tight grasp.

Around halfway to the top, your heart jumped out of your chest seeing how close the exit seemed to be. But reality ripped you far from it when a heavy weight pulled down on your leg. Looking down, Ethan was trying to drag you back down to the main floor. You thrashed your leg around to get him off of you, but he managed to grab a fistful of your jeans. Your hands, still stained with blood, started to slip from the handles. The sisters screamed your name and held their arms out for you. Sam’s fingers brushed your own, but one harsh tug caused you to fall and hit him on the way down.

You immediately tried to defend yourself, but your shoulder was killing you as you got off Ethan. Blindly, you began reaching for your gun while the guilt consumed you.

This was your fault.

It was you who couldn’t find it in yourself to fully cut Ethan out of your life and settled for a friendship. It was you who merged your hometown and city life by introducing Ethan to the Core Four the very day they came into New York. It was you who vouched for him time and time again, unable to escape from the old patterns and feelings that never really left. And it was you who was about to face death when Ethan had the upper hand. He turned you around to face him, his legs resting on each side of yours.

His lips ghosted over yours, whispering, “Say hi to your dad for me.” You struggled and screamed in his grip when he stabbed you straight through your side. The knife left your body as quickly as it came in, the metallic liquid pooling in your mouth. It woke you up from your thoughts, finding a space to trap his foot between your own. Building enough momentum, you rolled yourself over and pressed your forearm against Ethan’s neck. His hands uselessly clawed the air.

You taunted him, “Hm. If only Richie could see you now, so helpless and defeated. You really are just like him…”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your gun mere inches away from you. So you shifted your weight, barely grabbing the handle when shots were fired in your direction. You immediately ducked down, curses slipping from your lips while trying to scramble off of Ethan while picking the gun up. Ethan tried to grab you again, but you kicked him square in the nose and made a run for it. You shot back, trying to ignore the ringing in your ears while mentally counting each shot until you were sure there were none left.

You screamed when the glass cases surrounding you shattered. A bullet haphazardly came flying into a column nearby, causing you to duck. You caught a glimpse of Ethan, who was pushing his dad’s gun out of his hands mid-shot. You took that as a distraction and trailed into the dark corners just behind the wings of the stage.

Ethan was practically begging, “Dad…Dad stop! Please don’t hurt them.” Your heart beat faster, as the stupid part of you thought he would be willing to double cross the detective. But you were dead wrong when he continued with, “Y/N’s mine.” The bold statement sent shivers down your spine. You could even envision him lightly twirling his knife in pure delight.

Shakily, you pulled the empty mag out of the gun. You haphazardly placed it on the shelf in front of you before your hand reached into your back pocket for your extra ammo. Easily replacing it with a firm push, a soft click! indicated the bullets were in. You tugged downward to ensure they were seated safely just in time for you to hear Ethan’s voice echoing through the theater.

“You can’t hide forever, Y/N,” You could see his reflection in the glass cases that held a former Ghostface’s robe. Trying to remain silent when his ears were searching for you too, you exhaled deeply and crawled around another corner when the empty mag fell off the shelf. You covered your mouth and held the gun to your chest when his footsteps grew louder. It was like your heartbeat drummed in your ears when he laughed mockingly, “I bet that I won’t even have to find you! You could never stay away from me too long, after all, could you baby?”

You shut your eyes, taking yourself back to the late nights you shared long after your breakup, the days you dragged him along to see your friends, and everything in between as you craved his comforting presence while reliving your fears that were larger than life in the city that never slept. Those good times quickly faded into a searing pain when you watched Anika die in front of you at his hands, knowing your mother had been brutally attacked and almost left for dead by his sister, seeing Chad so still, all reflected in your own wounds. Your hands lightly traced over each scar Ethan inflicted, and you knew what you had to do.

You were gonna fucking kill him.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream x reader #scream imagine #ethan landry #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #quinn bailey #wayne bailey #gale weathers #mindy meeks martin #stevie writes!

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virginburial · 2 years ago

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.·:*¨༺ a little death. ♱ chad meeks-martin ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you have a pretty intense night terror alternatively, in which you, a friend of the core four, is stuck at a slumber party, where Chad comforts you after having a nightmare

SHIP: afab!reader x chad meeks-martin WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), unprotected p n v, praise kink, sub!reader, soft dom!chad, choking/gagging, reader jealous as fuck towards Tara, ethan/chad rivalry?? for your attention, "i kIsS tHe sCaRs On hEr SkIn!1!1!!1! XD" type shit, chad is coochie drunk (and a heavy dirty talker), random storytelling/porn with a plot. fluff if you squint. TW FOR: mentions of murder, character death, grief, recovery/healing, ptsd related topics, body image.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K

SONG: a little death by the neighbourhood.

A/N: hello hotties!! i told myself "this is going to be a short one it's pretty to-the-point" but then i forgot who the fuck i was and realized i don't know chill and wrote 6K words of this. typical me behavior. this is for my shawties you love some emotional intimacy <3 chad is the actual loml, i'm shocked i'm writing for him now when i should've done this more last year lol REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

you woke up to your scream.

It was Halloween weekend, and the news had just broke about the two murdered college students, and their film professor. You, a Woodsboro native knew exactly what this meant. You weren't just any Woodsboro native; you were directly involved with the recent Ghostface massacre of 2022. You had lived in Woodsboro for only a short fraction of your life, yet what happened there impacted everything you do now.

You had moved from the south; Georgia-Florida-Alabama-ish. You met your current friends in your eighth grade year; coincidentally, the year one of your friends, Tara, had an issue where her sister ran from home. you enjoyed your little life there until it was viciously torn from you by your best friend and her psycho-groomer boyfriend-who you always had a bad feeling about. you were dating Wes at the time of his death, and after he went, so did all of your patience for the slasher genre. fuck the box office, fuck the critics, fuck the movie.

when things had finally settled down, you and your newfound family decided to make the ambitious move to new york. you were stuck being undeclared though as you slowly figured out what you want to get out of your experience at Blackmore. which all leads to now; October 30th, and the boogeyman you only saw in your dreams or in old photos of amber, was now prowling Manhattan for the survivors and fresh meat; ridiculous and fucked, that's what that is. your new friends; Ethan, Quinn, and Anika barely knew the drill. but you did. you've played this game before, unaware you were playing; now your focus could not be shaken.

Sam had suggested a fucked-up slumber party of sorts; "if we all stay together then he won't attack." "or we could be feeding him an all-you-can-eat buffet." Mindy croaks after Sam. Regardless, you knew that it was probably for the best everyone stayed together, especially the new ones. you had your suspicions about Ethan, who seemed to have taken a liking to you. the average sweet nerdy boy who's a bit corny, it all seemed a little too familiar. he would still try to get you to talk to him, stare you down, you could've sworn he stole something out of one of your drawers some time ago while looking for the restroom. you would never admit this out loud, because everyone is always so fucking uptight, but you never really cared about how he objectified you. you liked the attention.

but he gave off joe goldberg energy, and you were more of a steve harrington girl.

it beats having to look at your long-term crush, Chad, who was falling for Tara. you always felt like the silver lining of both of your partners dying would be that he would finally look at you; but just like Wes when she first got attacked, Chad's eyes were on Tara. fucking Tara. nothing wrong with her, she was your friend. maybe you just needed to stop crushing on and dating boys who would all rather fuck Tara Carpenter than give you the light of day. but then again, you don't even think you're ready for romance to reappear in your life. last year you were manipulated, stalked, and stabbed; Tinder sex would be a nightmare. so there goes that pipe dream.

you were sleeping in Tara's room with Quinn, Mindy, and Anika, while Chad and Ethan slept in the living room and Sam slept in Quinn's room; which was closer to everyone. It took everyone until midnight to get ready for bed, then Tara's music was too loud, and then Mindy and Anika started getting frisky which caused Tara to yell out "ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!" which led to Quinn screaming and laughing, which caused Ethan and Chad to rush in like knights ready to save the damsels, who were just making out. so Anika and Mindy were banished (by Chad) to Sam's room. you made a mental note to remind Sam to wash her sheets.

you knew, despite the horrible situation that was starting to arise, that right now felt like any other night with your friends, and that it might be the last time things will ever be this way. so what had you screaming the way you are now? if not, a horrific night terror you had about how everything went down last year: the look in Richie's eyes piercing you through the mask as he violently stabs you, leaving gashes as you screamed out for the one person who can't even rescue you; Wes. this happened three hours after the last person went to sleep, making it 3 am.

the thing with you that the others don't understand is that you had frequent nightmares about what happened. it's nearly a nightly occurrence and every night it's something different; Mindy's under the mask, Amber, Tara, Chad, Ethan, Sam, Anika, the Bodega guy, the guy who played Billy in Stab one, fucking Gale Weathers. It keeps you up half the night, flashing your phone flashlight in the corner of your dorm and waking your dormmate. you used to sleep with a hunting knife; stuffing it under your pillow and holding it under there. you also have several cans of bear mace; you were Wes's girlfriend after all. you inherited all of his self-defense tools.

the only one who understands is Sam. You can't believe the situation that's been happening between her and Tara; you would've killed to have an older sister who cares about you like Sam. Of course, your ID starts talking and tells you that Tara is just ungrateful to have a supportive family and Chad's attention and not want it. It fills you with envy. Sam gets it. Sam gets you. Sam tells you to try tea or get a medical marijuana card like she did, or try Zoloft like Mindy is doing. Mindy sarcastically suggests substance abuse.

you scream, having it rip through the still silence that filled the apartment. with a flip of a light switch, the big overhead light shines over the scene of you; hyperventilating and pacing around as Tara rubs her eyes. The boys, with Mindy, rush into the room on queue as Quinn stands up from the bed. "hey! hey y/n!" she tries to get your attention, anything to break you free from the sobbing mess you were starting to become. Tara decides to do the worst possible thing and start shaking you, she seems almost confused and pissed off as to why you woke her up. "y/n! look at me-" Tara tries to get your attention. "hey! Tara, that's not helping-" "-y/n, girl, what's wrong?" Quinn talked over Ethan.

then, finally, Sam chimes in and pushes past everyone; shooting Tara a worried look as she slowly wraps her arms around you. you slowly sink in Sam's arms and sob as she softly pats your back. "another one?" she asked, and you nod, unable to speak as you take a harsh gasp and slowly breath out, trying not to sob more than you already have. you hated being so emotional in front of your friends, you hated being emotional in general.

"wait so there was no one in here?" Ethan chirps.

Sam shakes her head. "no." she huffs out. "no no, just a night terror...I had one like this the other night. she'll be okay-" "-like hell she is, Samantha! I mean, look at her! she's shaking like a chihuahua!" Mindy blurts out. "I'm gonna make you tea, y/n," she announced as she went to the kitchen. Sam sighs, you could almost feel another brick weigh Sam down with the way she carried herself, then Tara spoke up. "Sorry I shook you, I...I panicked," she admits, which you knew was the truth.

you sigh softly, your face beet red, blinking away the last of your tears. "it's f-fine-" "-it's really not, I mean, do you shake someone when they're having a seizure?" Tara lightly jokes, earning a small laugh as you sniffle.

Sam speaks up. "I think one of us should stay here with y/n, at least until she falls back asleep. I would but I am very tired."

"I don't mind-" "-i'll do it," Chad and Ethan said in unison, which ended with Ethan's side-eyeing Chad. then Chad spoke up again. "I can bore her with one of my old football stories, plus i've known her for years." if only you could read Ethan's mind, even when the look on his face said it all. Sam looks down at you, getting your nod of approval before glancing back at Chad. "yeah, that sounds good."

Chad, who had come in charging with a chunky remote controller, just passed it to Ethan as he went back into the living room to grab his pillow. Sam rubbed her eye. "the girls can move to my room-" "-yikes." Mindy jingles as she came in with a mug. "I might've been sleeping there, with Anika, if you know what I-" Sam's face falls flat. "-you better be fucking joking, Mindy." she deadpans

"It's not like you're using that new mattress at its full capacity."

"okay gross." Chad gags, clutching his pillow and throwing it on the mattress. by then, Tara and Quinn already moved into Sam's room, probably collapsing at the door and sleeping on the floor as Mindy handed you the warm tea. She gives you a look that makes your stomach flip, it was almost sympathetic. almost like Mindy herself knows how it feels to be woken up like that. Mindy retreats to the room before Sam can say anything else. she sighs. "now I have an excuse to go to Target, and burn those sheets." she turns to you. "you sure you're gonna be fine here, with Chad?" she asks, Ethan, peering right behind her.

"Yeah, thanks, Sam," you tell her as she walks out, leaving just you, Chad, and Ethan. Ethan just purses his lips and gives you a weak smile before shutting the door and the lights off. you sit back down on the bed, grab the mug of tea, and sipped it sweetly, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat as Chad turns on the lamp. The room was cold, dimly lit with autumn new york air hitting your skin from the window next to you, the one Quinn cracked open.

Chad groans softly as he flops on the messy bed. he's surprised anyone is even getting a wink of sleep tonight, especially you, with how stiff and cold you got the moment everyone left. he stares at you for a second, unable to say anything before blurting out. "...do you wanna watch a movie on my phone? it can be a funny one." he offers. "I have We Are The Millers downloaded." but you just retract even more. why? why can you just shut off whatever's stopping you from opening up? maybe it was the stark realization you never really trusted anyone, ever.

you stayed silent, unsure of what to do; he wouldn't have offered if he didn't care a little. plus, it was only until you fell asleep. he was not going to stay with you the entire night. you turn to him, biting the inside of your cheek as you sip more of the tea. "no thanks, i've already seen it." you say. he isn't like Ethan; Ethan would just start leading the conversation with questions like 'Oh so what's a movie you haven't seen?' and whatever movie you think of off the top of your head will be the one that'll play. Chad just kind of stops after that; less of a nuisance but you were sure he wasn't at his full power since he hasn't really slept. because Chad can be annoying.

"you know you hit the floor, right?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "what?"

"you fell off your bed, that's what woke you up. it was very loud, and woke me up," he says as he scoots over to you, sitting right next to you. "I'm a light sleeper now, it's a recent development. it's not all that fun...Tara said you were murmuring in your sleep too before you hit the ground." your face burns with embarrassment. "...how often does that happen?" he curiously asked.

"What is to you?"

"just looking out for you. y'know, since the masked killer that tried killing us last year is trying to kill us again." his voice dripped with sarcasm. you scoff. of course. "...it happens a lot, maybe one of two times a week? it used to be every night."

"I guess that explains your caffeine addiction."

you chuckle weakly. "thanks doctor dudebro."

"I'm just saying, I wish you would've told one of us you were having nightmares..." he voices. "you know, Mindy used to have really bad nightmares. She would call me almost every night around the same time, just screaming and hyperventilating. it feels pretty real at the moment. then you wake up and it's not real." he mumbles towards the end. looking down a bit. you study the expression on his face, you knew Chad was more than some meathead jock, he gave you butterflies, and he seemed to be the healthiest among the survivors. he looks at you. "I'm on like 75 milligrams of Zoloft at all times so...I know what it's like, I've had my fair share of Richie-Amber adjacent nightmares," he confesses.

your stomach churns from what comes out of his mouth. "is that why you agreed to stay here? to talk me into talking about what happened and get medicated-" you jumped. Chad shakes his head. "no no, I'm not here to tell you what to do, or how to heal, It's just...hard seeing you this way." you know exactly what he means, so you dropped the stubborn act. "I know none of us are really dealing with it, but now it's happening again...and I don't want to get hurt again. I don't..." he processes what he's about to say before expressing it; "...I don't want any of us to get hurt again."

"...do you think about her?" you blurt out. "liv, I mean."

Chad freezes. you almost start to feel bad about bringing her up before he responds with. "most days." he croaks out softly. "sometimes I think if I would've just done what she wanted and went upstairs with her, things would be different." he fiddles with his fingers. "but then again, probably in the worst way, right? I don't know what I would've done if...if it was Mindy. or you." he flashes you a frail smile. "I think about her every time I hear a Paramore song, or when I see orange is the new black on Netflix or pink box dye. I hate the smell of that sugar cookie body mist that Quinn uses, it's the same one Liv had. She wanted to study 'abnormal psychology', she would've loved it up here...what about you? Do you think about Wes?"

"every night." your voice slightly breaks. "his Spotify account is still up, all the music he neatly organized into playlists for us is still on there, just collecting dust," you mumble, then, you feel pressure slowly lift off your chest as you continued to talk about him. "I deleted Spotify, though. can't be on there without seeing something he made for me or seeing his face, and Instagram too. His dad gave me a box of his things at the funeral and I brought it with me here, I can't look at it for very long without crying," you confess. "...can I be honest?"

"This is probably the most honest you'll ever get me, so shoot."

You let out a sigh, feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you stared into his eyes. "things in my life were already starting to go downhill before everything, and now...it never will feel the same, you know? I will never get over this, i'll just have to learn how to live with it when it's already happening again." Chad watches you, seeing your eyes sorrowly hang as the words spilled from you. he hates seeing you like this. you used to be so full of life, animated, and passionate; now you were just a shell. he softly bumps his shoulder next to you and gives you a reassuring smile. "...you're not alone." his voice softly spoke. "it feels lonely, but you're not alone."

you finish the tea, setting it on the nightstand before Chad speaks up again. "what makes you say that, though?" he perks up. "that things were starting to go downhill?" he asks, maybe genuinely curious. you bite the inside of your cheek. "I had this feeling that Wes was in love with Tara. I thought I was just going crazy but after Ghostface attacked her, and I saw the way he looked at her, I knew I couldn't keep denying it anymore. I just wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her, everyone looks at her like that, but now he can't because Amber wanted to cosplay Stu Macher." you spat, your condescending tone dripping in anger. "...i've just been filled with jealousy ever since, mostly towards Tara, sometimes at Quinn...the whole situation made me feel...ugly."

Chad scoffs a little, and you immediately get defensive, but the better half of you knows Chad is not going to judge you. "you? jealous of Tara?! Tara Carpenter? The same Tara in this apartment?!" he seems almost appalled. "y/n...Tara Carpenter is a mess." he exposes. "Tara shows up to class drunk. Tara got her driver's license suspended. Tara's mom dropped her after her dad and Sam left already. Tara almost died three times!! Wes was crazy for you, he loved you-it annoyed the shit out of me really but he did. Tara might be pretty but she isn't you...I know what you're trying to say, but the last person you should be jealous of is Tara." Chad rambles. silence falls on the both of you for a second as you process what he told you; he's right. Tara has some horrible luck, you needed to stop comparing yourself to her.

"...if it makes you feel better, I get jealous of Ethan."

well, that was a shock. "huh?!"

Chad chuckles softly. "yeah, I do, I get jealous of Ethan sometimes." you can notice him getting a bit flustered. "he-he's just lucky, you know? he didn't experience what we did, so he can walk alone at night and go to bars without feeling like he's being watched...he isn't active, which annoys me so much." he raises his hands in defense. "I know I know, it's not my life, but when he does tag along and goes to the gym with me, he can work out a lot longer than I can. he can wear whatever he wants. he can take his shirt off and no one will stare at him or ask questions. he doesn't have chronic pain. he can go and date whoever he wants and not feel bad about his body, or feel bad that he's cheating on his dead girlfriend...little shit like that makes me jealous," he admits, pressing his tongue against his cheek. "my injuries from last year were so severe that I can't even play my favorite sport anymore, and Ethan just gets to sit around and play World of Warcraft with his perfect nervous system." his words stung.

you couldn't think of anything to say, because he was right; it's not fair, none of this is fucking fair. suddenly, you can't help but slide your hand over to his, squeezing it softly. Chad studies you for a second, his brown eyes scanning how beautiful your features looked in the dark, you couldn't help but notice how clammy his hands were starting to get, he opens his mouth to say something, then he stops himself before saying something else; "...can I show you?" he asks.

you glance over at him, seeing how close to you he already was. you could feel your cheeks heating up as your eyebrows slightly raised from his request. you were shocked that he trusted you. "you...wanna show me? you won't even show Mindy-" "-Mindy can never take anything seriously, y/n. She's gonna call me Tony the Tiger if I show her." that made you chuckle, considering one of the scars that you had also looked like animal print; or you romanticized it to the point where it reminded you of a zebra stripe. so you nod. "yeah...yeah you can show me."

Chad, noticeably nervous, sighs before lifting his shirt slightly, revealing not one, not two, or three, but four or more deep scars that dented his already chiseled chest. your face flushes, blood traveling to your cheeks as you examine his body, how his skin was still healing, how deep the valley of his abs truly was. your throat goes dry, almost like you can't process the amount of pain Chad might be going through or what he went through when he got those scars. It's almost like he sees you contemplating on what to say; if there was anything you can say to make him feel better. your lips slowly part as you lean in closer.

"you can touch it." Chad chimes.

you look up at him for approval, even though he told you that you could. shakily, your hand slowly grazes down his chest, your fingers running down the canyons of his chest, reminding yourself that this was the case for you too, both physically and mentally scarred. you could feel Chad's breath hitch softly, and you stop. "did I hurt you or-?" "-no, no you didn't hurt me..." he says softly, his pupils growing in size as he watches you feel him. you know the room was not well-lit but you knew he could see you blushing. before you know it, Chad's hands slowly creep over to your hips, pulling you closer in the most unsubtle way. "may I?" he asks.

you were flustered, and all the blood that ran to your cheeks ran down to your core, feeling your heartbeat slowly revive itself down there as Chad's big hands rested themselves on your lower back. you squeezed your thighs together; you've wanted this for so long, you wanted Chad's attention since sophomore year, so you nod your head. Chad smiles softly at you before lifting your shirt slightly and exposing the scar on your stomach. you blushed from the tension and the embarrassment. you could feel Chad's hot breath on your neck as his fingers slowly graze your curves, just softly skimming past the waistband of your pajamas as he looks into your eyes. "...did I mention that I get jealous of the way Ethan looks at you?... Same reason I was so annoyed with Wes-"

the desperation of having Chad's hands on you drives you over the edge as you crash your lips into Chad's, feeling how chapped they were as you relax into the kiss. you did this for your inner teenager, who's probably doing summersaults because you're finally kissing Chad Meeks-Martin. before you knew it, Chad eagerly kisses you back, one of his hands squeezing your waist as the kiss grew more and more passionate. you weren't expecting this, but thinking back at it now, you should've seen this coming. you pull away from the kiss, realizing that your hands involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck, and your faces were just a few inches apart. "well shit..." Chad mumbles as you notice his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

he then grabs your chin delicately and kisses you softly, making sure you were present as his hands drop to your hips. the last person you were with like this was Wes, and you knew Chad was in the same boat with Liv. you pull away, seeing his lips chase after yours as you placed his hand on his chest. "Chad...should we be doing this?" he stares into you, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he gnaws on it, unsure of what to say. "I would like to..." he said softly, pulling you closer. "We should make some new memories..." he huskily whispers before attaching his lips to your neck. your breath hitches as you grab onto him, and once he does that, you realized you wanted nothing more than to fuck Chad. "w-we should." you respond.

Chad manhandles you, again, pushing you back up against the mattress, grabbing your neck and jaw as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as a soft gasp leaves you. he hovers on top of you, his breath getting heavier with each kiss before pulling away from your neck entirely. the look he gives you is full of passion. "besides, can't watch you squeeze your thighs like that and expect me not to want you..." he mumbles softly. your heart feels like it's on crack at this point, your stomach cramming with anxiety and lust as you kissed him roughly.

his lips felt so right on yours like they were always supposed to be there. he quickly gets in between your legs and reattaches his lips to your collarbone, his hands sliding down to your hips as you press them up against his growing bulge. a small moan escaped passed his lips as you grab his face and bring him back to your neck. every touch fills you with passion, your moans getting increasingly louder before Chad completely pulls away. "shhh." he chuckles softly, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, squeezing your cheeks a little. "our friends are right outside, don't wanna wake them, right angel?" god he's so fucking fine. "no matter how cute you sound."

Chad delicately pulled your shirt off, revealing your tits, since you pulled your bra off before climbing into bed. his eyes could not peel away from them, as hard as he tried to focus on anything else. he gently flicked his tongue around the bud off your left tit, then slowly slides his tongue down your stomach, over your scar, and down to your abdomen. your face soured up from how different it felt having Chad kiss and suck and lick down your stomach. he leans up and kisses you. "your body is so beautiful, you know that?" he mumbles softly against your ear, and you respond by nodding, because deep down you always knew, just never affirmed.

Chad's hands slowly found themselves sliding off your silk pajama shorts, which might've been driving him crazy all night. he slowly reveals your panties, basic cotton white boyshorts with a wet stain conveniently down the middle. he pulls you to the edge of the bed, standing up as he gets a better look. he smirks at the sight of it, you could see his mouth nearly watering as his left hand softly grazes your clothed core. his class ring hitting your sensitive nub as your hips gently jerk to the sensation of it. then, his hand softly slaps it, a soft, wet squelch coming out of you as your body jolts again. you whine as he starts to speak; "fuck...poor angel, must be very desperate, huh?" he taunts.

you can barely think of what to say, already so desperate to feel him that you just lazily nodded your head. he grabs your face. "cmon, use your words." he says gently. it makes you feel so weak in the knees as his free hand softly caresses your cunt. "when was the last time you came, angel? you're so sensitive..." he uses his thumb to rub your throbbing clit in circles, still waiting for you to answer. "l-long ago..." and you weren't lying. it's hard to focus on yourself and your needs when you're constantly in survival mode, and it's harder to make yourself cum when the last person who did got brutally murdered. Chad gets it, considering how flaccid his anti-depressants made him. seeing you in this position, though, finally gives him the hard-on he's been waiting for. "let's fix that."

He slowly slips two fingers into you, watching your back arch as he quickly covers your mouth, his hand taking up half of his face as he thrusts them slowly in you. he sees your body slowly adjusting to his fingers as your muffled moans pushed pass the cracks of his knuckles. his class ring hits your clit with a certain rhythm, making you twitch as you hold onto his wrist. "fuck" you mumble in Chad's hand as he starts to recklessly pound his fingers into you. his actions were so rough but his words were so sweet, causing your brain to almost malfunction; "taking my fingers so fucking well." he pants softly.

your faint moans turned into muffled screams when Chad stuffs a third finger in there, curling them and thrusting them deeper and deeper into your aching hole. his hand clamping harder around your mouth as your screams got louder and higher. he looked so determined to push you over the edge, it's almost like he wants you to cum all over his fingers.

your eyes flutter as his thumb grazes over your clit. fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. you wish you had the entire apartment to yourself so you can scream and moan and do Chad on the dining table. for now, you're settling with him shutting you up with his knuckles deep in your hole. you can't help but feel your walls tighten around his fingers. he drags his fingers out and glances up at you, seeing how flustered and aroused you were as he slowly pulled off your panties, shushing you gently and moving his hand away from your mouth. "open wide angel." he hums before stuffing them in there.

you could taste how tart you were, saliva staining the panties as he slowly slides his finger down your folds, using his free hand to whip his cock out. You faintly groaned out in frustration. you haven't felt this good in so long, your skin hot to the touch as your fingernails dug themselves into his shoulder blades. your eyes pleading as they found themselves staring at his cock; you knew Chad was pretty big, Liv might've ranted a little bit about how she was 'sore' from the first time she did it with him. you weren't expecting him to be so thick either. you could see his cock tremble, his tip already soaked in precum as it glistens in the dim lighting, the lamp hitting it just right as he smirks at you. "come on, angel, show me how bad you need it." he coos softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

you rest yourself on your elbows, staring down at that Alaskan bull worm Chad calls a penis as you imagine yourself getting nearly split in half by him. how badly your hole was begging for any kind of contact as Chad's muscular arm wraps itself around your thigh. you could see his hand slowly pump his cock as he waited for your answer, maybe you propped up the way you were could get the job done for him. you whine and try to squeeze your thighs again before he forces them open, prying them apart like a Venus flytrap as he slowly inserts himself. His tip slowly sinking into you "o..oh-f-fuck..." he groans softly, his voice getting even huskier as he pulls down on your hips. "your cunt sucks me up so well, angel...you're s-so tight." he mutters.

he slowly starts lunging his hips against yours, sweat gleaming from his forehead as he admires your reaction to every thrust, seeing your eyebrows furrow, your mouth falls open, your eyes fluttering, all of it just drives Chad insane. "such a pretty girl..." he nearly growls as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder; it's almost like he wanted to pace himself so he wouldn't get lost in the pleasure she was giving him; but it seemed nearly impossible as his pace increases.

your muffled moans got louder and louder, causing Chad's strong hand to wrap around your neck and squeeze it softly, your moans becoming inaudible as he starts to brutally fuck you into the mattress. you thought this whole exchange would trigger something primal in you, freak you out too much that you end up running out of the room, but it was quite the opposite. Chad leans down. "your pretty moans are gonna wake t-them up, angel." he warns her again, his tone was so sweet though, it made you melt. "how do you t-think everyone's gonna f-feel when they see you getting fucked out-mhm-like the doll you are-?" he groaned out softly, his teeth grazing your ear and tugging on it.

pleasure began to overwhelm you, your moans and whimpers turning into gasps and yelps as Chad clapped the hand he choked you with over your mouth, again. "f-fuck baby...you w-wanna be my angel, don't you?" he mumbles softly as your body started to jolt with pleasure, you could feel the panties hit the back of your throat, the essence of your juices left stuck on your tongue as your nails scratched up Chad's back. he then answers his own question. "I know you do, sweet girl...fuck, you hear how good you're taking me?" he praises.

your own pleasure starts to build up as your back arches, and you can't help but cry out from how good it made you feel, it almost made you regret waiting so long before making a move on Chad, or anyone else really. Chad's dirty ramblings keep you on edge: "My cock fits so perfectly inside of you a-angel...wanna be buried in you like t-this all the time-mhmfuck-" his whispers start to turn into strained statements, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside the room, if anyone else was awake in the apartment, they probably would have already noticed the intense fucking happening in that room.

the tip of his cock starts punching your g-spot like a boxer and his punching bag, you can't contain your muffled moans getting any louder; which causes Chad to cover your mouth for a third and final time. you could feel his cock seize inside of you as Chad's own groans start filling up the room. you were almost worried that Sam or Ethan were going to charge in here and see Chad balls deep inside of you. the pleasure starts to overwhelm you as your thighs shake uncontrollably, your hot breath wafting back into your face as Chad groans out quietly. "y-you need my cum, baby? mhm? that'll g-get you sleeping-" he manages to get out before feeling your juices gush out of you; realizing you had cum all over his cock, your body jerking in response as your eyes fluttered close.

involuntarily, Chad's cock squirms before you felt the thick ropes of his cum spill inside of you. you watched as his tense body finally relaxes into your touch, his heavy breaths and soft groans hitting your neck. seeing him slowly pull out and realizing he forgot to grab a condom from his wallet or check if Tara had some, oh well, it's not like he's gonna get murdered on the way to the pharmacy and back. he notices how limp you've become as he moves his hand away and pulls the panties out of your mouth. you can't help but notice how charming his smile was. he was glad he can catch you at this moment, all worn out and lazy but perfectly content, and finally dozing off to sleep. Chad gives you a lazy, soft kiss before you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, Chad and Mindy had run out to get breakfast; you were the last one to wake up, which Quinn noted as a good thing: "It means you finally caught up to your sleep schedule." which couldn't be further from the truth. you couldn't help but think about just a few hours prior, how good it all felt, how he basically fucked all the nervous energy out of you; feeling zen before the wave of reality hits you. The news was on, still talking about the new local Ghostface killings. you weren't sure if the slumber party kept you safer from the attacks or put you right in the middle of them, all you knew was that you had Chad as a bodyguard now. and when Chad finally comes back with several bags of Dunkin' breakfast sandwiches, he gave the only sprinkled donut he ordered to you.

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა

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woodsborostabathon · 2 months ago

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that one tiktok i saw ages ago and can’t find atm where it’s smth to the effect of “it’s not okay for him to talk to other girls but it’s okay for me to go and get railed by another guy in a parking lot at 2am bc i’m me and he’s him” is unfortunately so ethquinn. SHE can sleep her way thru half the city no issue bc thats how she is Coping w the loss of richie! however. let ethan have any kind of genuine lasting interest in another girl and see how fast all three of them get shuffled off this mortal coil.

#like 😭#bc thats HER man #who is also her twin brother but tbh that only further cements that #her being like i was in love w richie but ethans in love w me n im so sorrryyyyy i can never return his feelings #like she doesnt start coughing and gagging at the thought of him looking @ someone else #babygirl… 😭#shes just conflicted…leave her be #she is sooo lucky ethan pulls zero hoes except for her. could u imagine.#if ethan even considered getting a gf quinn would be like oh so you hate me and dont care if i live or di-#scream #scream vi #kirschcest #kirsch siblings #ethan x quinn #ethquinn #ethan landry #quinn bailey

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gothicknightz · 2 years ago

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dead in the water | ethan landry

notes: female reader. spoilers if you have not seen scream vi yet. interpret this as you want, may make a part 2.

She swore to herself that she couldn’t get caught up in the anarchy that came with Ghostface and his allies again. She thought that after the first time, she would learn her lesson, but the eyes of death bored straight through her soul, gripping onto the knife her sister had bought her.

“C’mon princess, I’d like to see how far you get with that blade.” Her lover taunted, pointing a knife of his own at her as a careful invitation to come over.

“Fuck you.” She muttered, thinking of making the next move as she made her way over to him.

He chuckled, a small grin on his face as she raised the blade ever so slightly to rest above his collarbone,��“You and I both know it’ll only ever be a dream.”

“For which one of us?” She pressed the blade enough to break the skin slightly, a small amount of blood showing, causing her breath to hitch. “You were the one who stabbed my sister.”

“And you wanted to finally become the victim, right sweetheart?”

The knife thrust into her abdomen, causing her to scream out, but still managed her composure enough to drag the blade across his throat.

“You’ll finally become the final girl you always craved to be, with Sam, Tara, and Kirby all dead.”

He harshly pulled the knife out from its resting place in her abdomen, causing her to fall and drop the blade that once was previously against his throat.

“My little star, vulnerable and covered in her own blood.” He teased, his tall figure shadowing her, “So pretty. Such a shame you wasted all those dirty thoughts on me, hm?”

He left her writhing in pain with a chuckle escaping his lips as his eyes darted up to the sight of Quinn approaching the Carpenter sisters.

“You guys are so fucked now!”

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the-fandom-abyss · 4 months ago

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Screaming and crashing could be heard within the apartments hallway.

Would that be a good one?

Screaming and crashing could be heard within the apartments hallway. Loud enough to draw your attention from the movie that played on television. With a flick of a lock and a creak of a door, you were emerged in the entrance hallway. The ruckus continued with intense screams, glass smashing and loud thuds. The closer you became the more it sounded like the movie you left behind.

The apartments door slammed open, Tara and Chad running with abandonment. Before you could collect your thoughts, Tara grabbed your hand pulling you in the same direction. “What the hell is going on?”

“Ghostface” the name was enough to bring shivers to the spin. The stories that Sam would outline in the depths of the night. The night terrors Tara would have, only to end up in your apartment. It was a nightmare that you didn’t want them to relive, let alone you.

“But Quinn” it was a protest against your gut instincts, it was pulling you further away. Yet, all you wanted was to go back and check on them. The idea of Quinn in peril, her screams and thumping heart beat, you couldn’t leave her there.

“She’s dead” another shiver ran through your body, causing you to halt on the stairwell. She’s dead? The commotion had only just begun and she was already dead? No one dared to check on her, take her pulse, stay in a group. Now you had no chance but to return, just to be sure it wasn’t all a lie.

First Sentence Prompt

#first sentence prompt #scream x reader #scream x you #scream imagine #quinn bailey imagine #quinn bailey x reader #Tara carpenter imagine #quinn bailey x you #Tara carpenter x reader #Tara carpenter x you

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 years ago

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Tara Carpenter x Spider-Reader, where the VI killers pick the worse time ever to try and kill the core 4, that being during the reader’s black costume (Symbiote) arc. They don’t die, but they’ll definitely be spending a long time in the ICU before a prison cell.

The Baileys corner Sam and Tara…

Bailey: what can I say? It’s a family affair.

Y/N lands, tendrils ready…

Y/N: your script is getting a rewrite!

Y/N lunges forward…

Sometime later, all three Baileys lay in the ICU…

Quinn: I told you we should’ve called it off

Ethan: shut up

#scream #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #across the Spiderverse #beyond the Spiderverse #spider man reader #venom symbiote #scream 6 #Ethan Bailey #Quinn Bailey

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maladaptiveobsession · 8 months ago

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“Magic pocket pussy”

Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys

Words: 588

A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You can’t convince me Gwylan isn’t cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. I’d like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; there’s so much nuance and potential.

Abuses the hell out of it

With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. He’s stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick can’t keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he can’t torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. He’ll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes he’ll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. He’s likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sort—possibly both or even multiple of each—and then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, there’s a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.

➥ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, C!Sydney, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Whitney, Wren, yan!Sirris

Generally only when you’re not available

He doesn’t usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. It’s hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. It’s not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and can’t resist. It’s just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. There’s a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you can’t even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower they’ll have, therefore being less likely to wait.

➥ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr

Only once in a moment weakness

He’s rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they can’t risk having it fall into anyone else’s hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. It’s not until he’s humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. He’ll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if you’re feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thing—the real you—feels this good. His orgasm is the most intense he’s ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. He’ll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long it’ll be before he gives in again?

➥ Charlie, Darryl, Doren, P!Sydney, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Winter,

Bonus

The likely creator of said pocket pussy

➥ Gwylan

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kaylinlmfao · 2 years ago

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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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ambicutiebutt · 28 days ago

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How Daisy feels about DoL canon characters.

(R) means Mask is in a relationship with them

Since Daisy's drive is to get others to love her, I'm including where their in game stats are at. 💘= Love,❤️‍🔥=Lust

LOVE INTERESTS:

Robin (M): (100%💘) (42%❤️‍🔥) (100% Confidence) Ugh... Dead weight. Would like to stop paying his rent if it were possible Whitney (F): (R) (100%💘) (72%❤️‍🔥) (10% Dominance) Honestly the only reason they interact is because it's pretty easy to convince Daisy to go down on you if you have a dick and plan on having her choke on it. Also Daisy enjoys when people go through the effort to get her drunk in order to fuck her. Incredibly easy to beat up. Sydney (M): (R) (100%💘) (36%❤️‍🔥) (21% Purity) Feels guilty. Sydney deserves better. Recently un-corrupted Sydney. Kylar (F): (R) (57%💘) (98%❤️‍🔥) (99% Jealousy) Dismissed. There's no winning here. Avery (F): (R) (99%💘) (6% Rage) We're both just pretending. Using her in order to go to poker night and raise love/lust for otherwise difficult to get to people. Fun to piss off from time to time. Alex (M): (R) (100%💘) (9%❤️‍🔥) (0% Dominance) Yeah he's alright. Daisy is pretty much just here to taunt Remy and run the farm. Black Wolf (F): Ugh, stop it. Fuck off. Eden (F): (100%❤️‍🔥) Kidnapped by Eden a couple times. She is only there for a day or two where the two of them beat eachother up the entire time and then Daisy manages to escape. Pick someone else???? Pick Robin, I'm BEGGING YOU. I will drop him off gift wrapped. Great Hawk (M): (45% Dominance) Blames Great Hawk for at least a handful of her visits to the underground farm.

SCHOOL STAFF:

Sirris (F): (100%💘) She's alright. River (M): (100%💘) He's alright. Faints at anything sexual, but is fine beating people up? That's neat. Doren (M): (85%💘) He's alright. Kind of guy who likes to feel like a protector apparently. Winter (F): (100%💘) Oh she's more fun than the other teachers. Mason (M): (97%💘) (50%❤️‍🔥) Flirt once, chat twice, repeat. Easy to tease. Leighton (M): (0%💘) (20%❤️‍🔥) Blackmailing him really cleared out that love stat, huh. Fun to spend detentions with, both on the same wavelength. Likes how much of a piece of shit he is.

EMPLOYMENT:

Sam (F): (88%💘) Fucking mother fucker. Going to get that stat to 100% eventually. Olympic level victim blamer. Charlie (M): (100%💘) Easiest 100% love ever. He's a sweetie. Amazing he manages so well in this town. Darryl (M): (100%💘) Already at 100%, going to be sweet to Darryl while in the club, but will sell him out immediately for any bit of additional love from Briar. Niki (F): (100%💘) Don't think Daisy's forgotten the farm shit. But for now, Daisy is an exhibitionist and Niki is a photographer, so they have a good working relationship. Briar (M): (31%💘) Fun work buddy. Come on, get on stage with me~

CRIMINALS:

Landry (M): Fun work buddy. How are you losing these black boxes all the time? Would love to find out more about this guy. Mickey: Never asks Mickey any questions about themselves, never flirts with Mickey. It's very convenient that that happens to be what Mickey prefers. Wren (M): (100%💘) Fun work (?) buddy! Enjoys winning at blackjack all the time. Enjoys getting him to cum just from letting him kiss and fondle her. (Has not met Zephyr)

AUTHORITY:

Bailey (M): (2%💘) (40%❤️‍🔥) Papa~ Daddy~ Considers him family, but also plans on getting that Lust to 100%. Jordan (F): Idiot. It seems like you're trying to be a good person, but you're insanely bad at it. Quinn (M): (9%💘) (40%❤️‍🔥) It'd be really fun to kill this guy. Like, can you imagine? Not for the town's sake or anything. It'd just be so much fun to do a lot of horrible things to this pathetic man and then to kill him. Gonna get his love and lust as high as possible before that though.

OTHER:

Gwylan (F): Dying of curiosity but the game is providing NOTHING. Harper (M): (100%💘) A lot of fun. Gaslighting eachother is a fun way to be friends. Wants to dissect him. Ivory Wraith: (R?) (20%💘) (30% Obsession) Turns out max love is 20%? Knew the wraith couldn't love her back, but it still stings. As long as the Wraith continues to seek her out, she will continue to love it. Remy (M): (100%💘) Loves him. Fascinating man. Would love to observe everything about him. Would do anything for him, if he just wanted her to. Morgan (F): (8%💘) Gonna throw up.

#This was fun!#daisy the deceitful #ambramble

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southtopaz · 7 months ago

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts, slowburn

Word count: +3,5

A/n: this part will follow the events of Scream 6 but it will take place two years later from Scream 5. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Iris sat in the stark, fluorescent-lit interrogation room, her fingers nervously fidgeting in her lap. She never imagined she would find herself in a police station, let alone facing such horrifying circumstances. The recent attempts on her life and her friends' had thrust her into a nightmare she couldn't have anticipated. Life had a way of surprising her in the most fucked up ways and now she would've to deal with it.

Beside her, Sam and Tara sat in tense silence, the gravity of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

In front of them on the cold, metal table lay a series of photographs depicting the gruesome aftermath of the recent crimes. Among the images were shots of Greg and Jason, their faces frozen in time, reminders of their horrible deaths. The sight was chilling, and Iris couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.

"It would be nice if someone could explain why they think showing us pictures of dead people is a good idea," Iris muttered under her breath. Just then, she felt a sharp kick to her shin from the youngest Carpenter sister, a subtle but clear warning to keep her comments to herself.

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly as the door creaked open, revealing Quinn's father, Wayne Bailey. He stepped inside, a brief smile flickering across his face as he took a seat opposite them. In his hands, he held a bag that unmistakably contained a Ghostface mask.

"This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene," Wayne informed them in a calm, steady voice. He placed the evidence on the table, allowing the three of them to examine it closely. The item—a worn Ghostface mask—seemed to absorb the room's light, casting a shadow of unease over them. "DNA analysis indicates it belonged to someone named Richie Kirsch."

He glanced at each of them, searching for something in their faces. "Does that ring a bell?"

"Unfortunately," Iris replied, her voice tinged with dread as memories of past encounters flooded back.

"We're all familiar with him," Sam added quietly, her gaze fixed on the mask.

"But the one who attacked us had a different mask on," Tara interjected, her brow furrowing in thought. "It was kind of more beat up. Like it was older.".

Wayne's expression shifted as he furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation. "I gotta ask, do you have alibis for earlier tonight?"

"Iris and I were at a party with our friends," Tara answered, her voice more assertive now, eager to distance themselves from any suspicion.

"I was at my therapist's," Sam muttered, a hint of annoyance creeping into her tone. "I can give you his information. You can call to check if you want."

Wayne nodded in acknowledgement as Sam continued talking.

"And then I met Tara at that party, where I tased someone," Sam said, glancing at the police officer. "Unrelated," she added with a roll of her eyes.

Wayne turned his attention to Iris, his eyes narrowing as he noticed her busted lip. "What happened to you?" he asked, gesturing towards her injury.

"I might have punched someone," Iris admitted, her tone surprisingly casual. She caught Wayne's surprised expression and quickly added, "Completely unrelated too."

Wayne blinked at her, a flicker of skepticism crossing his face. "A lot of unrelated things happened tonight," he observed, his tone probing.

"I know, crazy right?".

Wayne didn't respond directly to Iris. Instead, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through videos, his expression shifting to one of focus. "Was this before or after this happened?" he asked, turning the screen toward them.

The video played, revealing the moment where a woman dumped her soda over Sam's clothes, followed by the sound of both Iris and Sam shouting in indignation.

"Before," Sam confirmed, her voice steady as she watched the footage.

"The point is, we were with people all night," Tara interjected firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. She leaned forward, intent on conveying their innocence.

"So, our roommate's dad just happened to pull your case?" Sam inquired, her voice tinged with suspicion.

"That'd be a crazy coincidence, right?" Bailey replied sarcastically, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Completely unrelated, isn't it?" Iris added, furrowing her eyebrows in an attempt to mask her unease.

"Yeah," Sam echoed, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of tension.

Wayne leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as he continued. "The detective who had the case offered it to me because it involves Quinn. But I can totally give it back if you're uncomfortable. It's up to you."

"It's fine," Sam said, rolling her eyes after exchanging a quick, silent look with Tara and Iris.

Wayne shifted his focus back to the case. "So, if the man who attacked you did steal your license and planted them next to the body," he stated matter-of-factly, "it's probably someone close to you. How long have you known your friends?"

"We moved here about two years ago with Mindy and Chad," Tara explained, her voice steady. "That's when we first met Quinn, Ethan, and Anika."

"I think I can vouch for Quinn," Wayne said, offering a small, reassuring smile, trying to bring comfort to the girls. "So that's one less person we have to worry about."

Iris felt a flicker of doubt at his words. Just because Quinn was his daughter didn't mean she could trust her completely. She could still be the killer, no one was innocent in her mind.

"Do any of you have anyone that might want to target you?" Wayne continued, his tone shifting to one of serious inquiry.

"I would love to say no but we both know I would be lying".

"Not anyone who's still alive," Tara answered coldly as Bailey stared at her in shock.

"Yikes,"

The door swung open, revealing yet another police officer who strode in with an air of urgency. "FBI's here, claiming jurisdiction," he announced, his tone leaving little room for doubt.

"Where are they?" Wayne asked, rising from his seat.

"We should probably follow him," Iris suggested, her instincts kicking in. After exchanging glances, Tara and Sam nodded in agreement, and they all stood up, following Bailey out of the interrogation room. As they stepped into the bustling hallway, they spotted a blonde woman talking to the man in a suit. Sam's eyes widened in recognition.

"Kirby?" she blurted out, shock evident in her voice.

The woman turned at the sound of her name and walked over, a broad smile spreading across her face as she enveloped Sam in a warm hug. "Hey, Sam!"

Tara looked on, surprised, as Kirby shifted her attention to her. "Tara," she acknowledged with a nod before her gaze landed on Iris. There was a brief pause as Kirby took a deep breath, preparing to greet her as well.

"Hi, Iris."

Iris felt a wave of confusion wash over her. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. "Hey, do we know each other?"

Kirby smiled softly, her eyes reflecting a hint of nostalgia. "You don't remember me, but I used to babysit you."

"Wait, really? When?" Iris's mind raced, trying to grasp the fragments of her past.

"When you were about six or seven, I helped your sister out a lot," Kirby explained, her tone warm and reminiscent. Suddenly, memories began to resurface in Iris's mind. "Olivia was my friend."

Iris's eyes lit up with recognition, she was Kirby Reed one of the survivors of the Ghostface attacks in 2011. "I remember you now" she exclaimed, a soft smile breaking across her face.

"You're with the FBI?" Sam asked, Kirby nodded, her expression shifting to one of seriousness.

Wayne, who had been observing the exchange with growing curiosity, interjected, "You guys know each other?"

"Yeah, we went to Woodsboro High together," Sam said, shaking her head in the slightest. "She was a senior when I was a freshman."

"We share a certain history, yeah," Kirby murmured, then she turned to Wayne."I'm not trying to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest here, I just want to help. I'll show you mine... etc".

Kirby handed Wayne the information she had, one of them being another mask.

"He left this mask at the bodega," she affirmed. "DNA traces of two individuals, Charlie Walker, Jill Roberts, both deceased."

"The Ghostface killers of 2011," Iris said. Kirby looked at her with sadness. She lifted up her shirt, revealing the scar on her stomach. "Charlie Walker gave me this."

"Like I said, I take a special interest". Kirby stated, turning her attention to the three women standing in front of her. "Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?"

"No," Tara replied, shaking her head firmly, the memory of the attack still vivid in her mind.

Wayne furrowed his brow, processing the implications of their exchange. "So he's leaving them on purpose," he voiced aloud, the realization dawning on him.

"Exactly," Kirby added, her expression serious. "Which means whoever's doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes that Sam is the latest in a long line"

"Which means he's insane," Iris interjected, her frustration evident. "That's nothing new."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Sam replied sarcastically, crossing her arms as she glanced at the mask. She felt an overwhelming urge to escape the suffocating environment. "We're getting out of town."

As the three friends tried to walk away from the investigators, Wayne suddenly halted their steps with one firm statement. "I'm sorry, that's not possible."

"Why not?" Iris asked, anger bubbling beneath the surface as she turned to face him. "We are allowed to leave at any moment. This is absurd."

"All three of you are person's of interest in a double homicide, so you're not allowed to leave town, sorry."

Sam opened her mouth to protest, but Tara quickly jumped in, her voice steady. "Are you serious?"

"He's right," Kirby confirmed. "But if we work together-"

"Yeah no thanks, we rather escape".

"We're going" Sam interrupted Kirby as she tried to talk once again.

The three of them burst out of the police station, squinting against the bright afternoon sun that bathed the street in a harsh light. As they stepped into the open air, they were immediately met with reporters shouting and cameras recording.

Microphones were thrust toward them, questions shouted in rapid succession, Iris felt her heart race, a mixture of anxiety and frustration coursing through her. "We need to get out of here," she muttered, glancing at Tara and Sam, who looked equally disoriented.

Tara shielded her eyes from the sun and tried to push through the throng. "Just ignore them! Let's keep moving!"

Sam nodded, her jaw set in a grim line as she tried to maintain her composure amid the frenzy. The last thing they needed was to become the center of a media circus. They started walking faster, trying to navigate through the crowd, but the reporters closed in, creating a wall of intrusive questions and flashing lights.

"Samantha, do you have an alibi for last night's murders?"

"Tara, do you feel safe around your sister?"

None of them bothered to answer any of the questions they were thrown.

"Gale Weathers, Channel 4." Sam, Iris and Tara turned around to glare at the older woman. Just when they thought things couldn't get worse. "Do you ladies think you're the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the Big Apple?"

Sam didn't even bother to answer as she tried to punch Gale in the face though the woman was quick to dodge it. "Nice try, sweetie, but I've done this dance before,".

Then Tara, without anyone expecting it, punched the woman right in the face, making Gale place her hand in her cheek in surprise and pain.

"Good punch" Iris whispered as she stared at Tara.

"Don't take one more step Gale, we want nothing to do with you" Iris snapped at the older woman.

"Are you guys still mad at me?" Gale exclaimed in shock as if she couldn't believe someone wouldn't want to talk to her.

"You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened," Sam shot back at her. "And then you wrote a book about what happened."

"Oh, come on! Somebody was going to write about it. It's what I do!"

"I heard you couldn't sell the movie rights," Tara taunted her.

"It's all about true-crime limited series these days," Gale sighed in despair.

"After everything we went through together," Sam said coldly, she couldn't believe the audacity . "What would Dewey think?"

"That was a low blow."

"Good, I hope it hurts to know that Dewey would be disappointed in you" Iris spoke.

"So was your book," Sam was quick to speak once again. "You called me unstable and a born killer."

"That's taken out of context-"

"That's literally a quote."

"You don't think what you wrote has something to do with what's happening to us?" Tara questioned the woman.

"Come on," Sam muttered to the other two as she turned to leave.

"Hey, I talked to Sidney," Gale added, as she followed them.

"Please tell me she's not coming" said Iris.

"No. She sends her love," The woman answered. "But she's taking Mark and the kids somewhere safe. She deserves to have her happy ending.

"On that much we agree," Sam sighed in relief for the Sidney.

"At least someone should have a normal life".

Then they stopped a taxi and they all got in.

"Hey, I want to catch this fucker as much as you three do!"

"Maybe," Tara shouted back. "Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away."

A few hours later, the group found themselves gathered on a set of benches in the sun-drenched university campus, the air buzzing with anxiety. Mindy had orchestrated this reunion with a singular purpose: to dissect the events surrounding Ghostface. It was one of those beautiful days that seemed ill-suited for discussing such horrific topics, yet here they were.

"Okay, nerds! Listen up!" Mindy clapped her hands, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the matter. "As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I have the chance to redeem myself for not calling out the killer last time."

"Not this again," Iris muttered under her breath, her eyes rolling in exasperation.

Mindy waved her off with a playful grin. "Okay, hear me out! The way I see it, someone is clearly trying to create a sequel to the requel."

"Uhm, what's a requel?" Anika piped up, raising her hand as if she were in class, her curiosity shining through.

Mindy beamed at her girlfriend, momentarily distracted. "You're beautiful, sweetie," she said, her smile warm and genuine. "But let's hold all questions until the end, alright?."

"Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro". Sam interjected, her voice steady. "And Stab 2 took place in college."

Tara's eyes widened as she connected the dots. "So, we think the killer is trying to copy the movies?" Chad, leaning back with a weary expression, sighed deeply, as if the weight of their predicament was already exhausting him.

"That is one possibility," Mindy agreed with the girl. "Heroes now in college, check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and body count check." She pointed at Ethan, Anika and Quinn. Anika tensed up at Mindy's declaration while Ethan looked nervously at the group and Quinn just looked confused.

"I don't like this," Ethan blurted out, a hint of panic in his voice. "It sounds like you're accusing us".

Iris raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly as she studied him. "That depends. Have you done anything weird lately?" She tried to mask her words with a teasing tone, but the weight of her question hung in the air, making it clear she was serious.

Ethan chuckled awkwardly, his eyes darting away. "If you count weird as going to classes, then yeah, I guess so," he replied, forcing a laugh that fell flat among his friends.

Iris tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "You said you haven't watched Stab, right?"

"Yeah, what about it?" he asked, the confusion in his voice deepening.

"I just think it's curious, that's all," Iris said, adopting a nonchalant tone that didn't quite match the intensity of the moment.

Ethan frowned, trying to decipher her meaning. "I'm not the biggest fan of horror movies, you know that,".

"Sure, but it's not just that," Iris pressed on, her tone shifting to something more serious. "In a situation like this, it's almost suspicious not to be familiar with those movies. Especially with what's going on."

Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So you think I'm acting suspicious because I don't watch slasher films? That's a bit extreme, don't you think?"

"I just think it's worth discussing," Iris insisted, her eyes never leaving his. "The last time someone told me he hadn't watched those movies was also the last time we got stabbed so...".

"He's also dead now".

"Jesus Iris". Ethan whispered in horror.

The group fell silent for a moment, the tension thickening as they all considered the implications of Iris's words. Mindy exchanged glances with Tara, and Chad shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

Iris would have continued pressing Ethan for answers, but suddenly she felt a hand gripping her thigh. Glancing up, she realized the hand belonged to Tara, who was silently signaling her to back off. Understanding the cue, Iris fell silent and placed her own hand gently over Tara's.

"Thank you, Iris, for your wonderful comments. I'm sure everyone appreciated them," Mindy said, clapping her hands together in a conciliatory gesture. "But we can't just focus on Stab 2."

"Why not?" Tara asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we're not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore. Were in a franchise!" Mindy's excitement was palpable as she delved into her theory. "And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise"

"I'm shocked" Iris sarcastically said. "This is shocking news"

"Rule one: Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings. You got to top what came before to keep people coming back"

"Beheadings?" Chad questioned fearfully. He was taking notes of everything his sister was saying.

"Beheadings." Mindy repeated back to her brother. "Rule two: Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with letterbox accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here"

"And rule three: No one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point.

Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It's not looking to good for Gale and Kirby" Mindy said, glancing at her friends. "Oh, and that's not even the worst part!"

"This is the part where she tells us the worst part" Chad muttered not looking up from his notebook.

"The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments designed to boost an IP. Which means main characters are completely expendable now, too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley..."

"What the fuck is she talking about?" Iris whispered to Tara.

"Just say yes and nod".

"I mean, even Luke Skywalker, they all died so their franchises could live on. That means it's not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara" Mindy finished her rant. "Well so do you Ris".

"Thanks Mindy, I especially liked the part you told me I was going to die".

"Wait, any of us?" Ethan asked, glancing nervously around at his friends. Mindy nodded, her expression serious.

"Am I even in the friend group? Am I, like, one of the targets here?" He questioned, his voice rising with a hint of panic.

"Mm-hmm," Mindy replied again, her tone unwavering.

"Am I gonna die a virgin?" he blurted out, causing everyone to exchange bewildered looks.

"Definitely," Iris shot back, her tone matter-of-fact, which made Tara and Chad snort quietly in amusement.

"That was a weird overshare," Mindy cringed, shaking her head. "But it does lead us to our current suspects: Ethan, the shy, dorky guy that no one would ever suspect, precisely because he's so shy and dorky."

"Why am I on the suspect list?" Ethan asked, trying to keep his tone serious. "Just because I happen to be Chad's roommate?"

"Roommate lotteries can be juked," Mindy scoffed at him. "You could've fixed it to get next to us". Ethan's expression darkened, clearly offended by the insinuation. "Also Iris had a point."

Mindy shifted her focus, turning toward Quinn with an expectant look. "Let's not forget Quinn, the 'slutty' roommate," she continued. "A horror movie. classic".

"Sex positive, but...thank you?" Quinn told her not knowing if she should be offended or not.

"So, how did you end up living with Sam, Tara, and Iris?" Mindy asked Quinn, her curiosity piqued.

"I answered their ad online," Quinn replied like it was obvious.

"Okay, say no more," Mindy said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You've already implicated yourself enough."

"It was an anonymous ad, Mindy," Tara defended her, a trace of irritation in her voice. "And you know we vetted her. Plus, her dad is a cop,"

"And that makes it more likely that she's the killer, because having a cop dad is a great cover. Mindy shot back, her tone accusatory. "Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?". Iris shrugged in agreement, a thoughtful look on her face, while Quinn shot them both an offended glance, clearly not pleased with their insinuations. Iris mouthed a quick "sorry" to her.

"Is she always like this?" Quinn whispered to Iris, her voice low enough to avoid being overheard.

"Yep, you get used to it," Iris replied with a smile. "It's part of her charm, really."

Mindy, not missing a beat, continued her theatrics. "And finally... Anika!" She blew kisses in Anika's direction. "Never trust the love interest." Anika's smile faltered at that remark. "Last attack proved that point, didn't it?" Mindy pointed a finger at Sam and Iris, the latter grimacing in response.

"Okay! So, we have our rules and we have our suspects," Sam said thoughtfully, leaning forward on the bench, her brows furrowed in concentration.

"But wait. What about you guys?" Ethan muttered, motioning towards the rest of the group.

"I think it's pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this two years ago in Woodsboro," Mindy declared confidently, though Iris shot Ethan a wary look.

"Agreed," Chad chimed in, nodding his head.

"Um, not so fast," Quinn interjected. "What if the trauma you all experienced caused one or more of you to snap?"

"That's literally bullshit," Iris retorted, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Yeah, or maybe the fame you gained from surviving those killings made you thirsty for more," Ethan added, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Let's be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are..."

"Don't you fucking dare," Tara said, glaring at him, her voice low but fierce. Ethan looked down, wide-eyed.

"Okay, she's right, though," Anika attempted to defuse the tension. "I mean, if we're all suspects, then you're all suspects".

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