#richie kirsch x you

[suicidalslasher]

𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧   𝙎𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙇. + 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙆.

Once again, have no idea how to end stories. Yall should know this by now. Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy this :)  There isn’t that much smut, it’s more dialogue than anything but... do hope you enjoy it, regardless.    

WARNINGS:  Non-con, dark themes, slight abuse, oral receiving and oral giving (both male on female and female on male.) Threesome between two brothers  so ig incest..?? (but also not REALLY!! I figured I’d tag that still, though. Basically both brothers love the girl. lol.) Female!Reader. She/Her pronouns used. 

(Y/N) occasionally had a distinct feeling that someone was watching her. She always dismissed it, assuming that since she lived in a big city and felt that way only because she was paranoid. Surely at some point someone was going to be staring at her.  It was the city and people often had wandering eyes. When she turned around as that feeling grew stronger, her paranoia thickening, nobody appeared to be returning her gaze and she'd be there, in the middle of the sidewalk, feeling foolish by her fear.  

But for some strange reason, it was worse today. Her fear only seemed to intensify, making her feel more terrified despite her best efforts to block out her silly thoughts about it.  (Y/N) was walking back home from a late shift at her job. It was already past midnight, and the streets were eerily quiet.  Only a few cars were in sight. Other than that the town was empty, almost as if it was a ghost town. She felt that familiar feeling of being watched again, and this time, it was stronger than ever before. Her heart began to race, and she quickened her pace, hoping to make it home without incident. (Y/N) tried her best to calm herself down, whispering soft reassuring words under her breath with each step she took.

  As she turned a corner, she saw a shadowy figure standing under a streetlight, watching her intently. 

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, her body going cold as tried to make out who it was, but it was too dark to see their face. She began to walk faster, this time in the opposite direction,  but the figure seemed to be following her. She could hear their footsteps behind her.

(Y/N)'s mind raced with fear and uncertainty. Was this person following her on purpose?  Did they mean to harm her? She couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence.

 Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel her palms getting clammy. Sweat had even began to pool on her forehead, sticking to her skin as she walked faster, her breathing heavy and ragged as she quickened her pace.

Suddenly, the foot steps grew louder and with her bottom lip tugged in-between her teeth, she takes a shaky breath before she spins around to face the figure. In the dim light, she could make out the silhouette of a tall man, dressed in a black cloak,  pulled low over his face. 

As he lifted his face, however, she gasps when she realizes it's none other than Ghostface himself. Whether it was a copy-cat or the actual legitimate one... the fear remained, nonetheless. 

The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end and she stumbled back as she muttered: "What do you want?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The man stepped closer to her, and (Y/N) shook with fear as he came closer to her. 

"You," he whispered, his voice low and menacing... not only that but it was disoriented, almost staticky.  There was no way that was his real voice. (Y/N) tried to back away, but the man was quick to reach forward her, grabbing her wrist as he pulled her towards him. She struggled to break free, but his grip was too strong and she was far too weak. "Let go of me!" she screamed, feeling a surge of adrenaline run through her veins. But the man only laughed, and pushed her roughly against a nearby wall. (Y/N) winced as the impact with the wall jarred her body, and she struggled to catch her breath. She looked up at the man with fear in her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. The man leaned in close to her, his voice husky and seductive. "Don't fight it," he whispered. "You know you want this." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock and disgust. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man was a monster, and she needed to get away from him. Summoning all her strength, she kicked him in the shin and twisted her wrist free from his grasp. Then she turned and ran as fast as she could down the dark alleyway. Behind her, she could hear the man cursing and chasing after her, but she didn't look back. She just ran, her heart pounding in her chest, until she felt the cool night air of the city on her face. Breathless and shaking, (Y/N) collapsed onto the sidewalk. She looked around, trying to get her bearings and figure out where she was. She had been so focused on getting away from the man that she hadn't been paying any attention to her surroundings. As she caught her breath, (Y/N) took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had always known that there were dangerous people in the city, but she had never expected to be attacked like that. With a shiver, (Y/N) got back to her feet and started walking. She needed to find a safe place to go, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts and figure out what to do next. As she walked, (Y/N) felt a wave of anger and determination wash over her. She wasn't going to let that man get away with what he had done. She would report him to the police and make sure that she was brought to justice. With a new sense of purpose, (Y/N) walked on, her mind racing with plans and ideas. As she turned around the next corner, however, her heart skipped a beat when she saw him again. How had he gotten there so quickly?! He was leaning against the wall and once he notices her, he waves the knife clasped between his gloved hand in the air. (Y/N)'s anger then turned back to fear and concern.  How did he find her? How did he get to her again so quickly, so fast and sudden? She quickly turned around and started to run back the way she came, feeling him hot on her heels. But she wasn't fast enough. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair and the next thing she knows,  she's being yanked to the ground, her face scraping against the concrete. The man stood over her, the mask still perfectly wrapped around his face. She couldn't see his eyes but she knew he was looking at her with a nasty, cold glare. She could practically feel it. 

"You really thought you could get away from me?" he sneered, that haunting voice sending shivers up and down her spine. "You should have known better than to mess with me, sweetie." (Y/N) tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back towards him. She felt his gloved hands on her body, tearing at her clothes. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed for help, but no one came to her aid. The man laughed at her desperation and leaned in closer, even through the mask she could feel the warmth of his breath against her face. "You're mine now," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I want with you." (Y/N)'s  heart raced as she struggled against his grip, but it was no use. The man was too strong. Before he could really do anything, though, there's a voice coming from down the alley.   "Hey, there! What are you doing?" the voice asked.  She couldn't believe it. She was going to be saved. Tears of happiness and gratitude swelled in her eyes. However, as the stranger crept closer, she realizes that the man wasn't there to save her. 

Not only that but she's seen this man before... she actually had dated him, once upon a time ago. Her eyes grow wide and it feels as though everything seemed to stop. Time, the beating of her heart, even the sounds of the city had gone deaf in her ears. All she can muster out is; "Richie?" Her ex-boyfriend, Richie, stood before her with a sly smile on his face.  This was not happening. Her mind was nonstop racing, the same as her heart. 

Richie  Kirsch was dead. 

He had gotten killed back in Woodsboro when it was announced he had been the Ghostface killer. And yet... he stood in front of her, very much alive and breathing. She had always known that he was bad news, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined him to be involved in something like this.  

How he even was able to get away with such an act, murder nonetheless, was questionable. How he was able to fake his own death as well.... question after question popped up in her head. He had never been the smartest guy around, if she were honest...  So, how he was able to pull such a stunt was... very much surprising. "Long time no see, babe," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's a shame we had to meet this way, though." She shuddered at the cold, hard look in his eyes. This was not the same man she had once loved. He was dangerous, and she knew that she was in trouble. "What do you want from me, Richie?"  (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He crouched down, getting on the floor with her as  his breath hit against her face, hot against her skin as he spoke.  

"I want you, my dear," he said. "We both do."  Richie then motioned for  the  hooded figure to reveal himself. The  stranger chuckles deeply as he stood up, Richie  taking over his position to hold (Y/N) down. The stranger then drops the cloak at his feet and as he rips his mask off,  revealing  himself as Ethan. 

Ethan was not only one of her best friends but he had also worked with her at the local coffee shop, too. Ethan turned to (Y/N), a devilish smirk on his own face.

 "Surprised, bestie?"   "H-How...? What?"   "Meet my baby brother, (Y/N)." Richie smiled, the grin growing even more sinister and his eyes grew even more dark. (Y/N) couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would burst out of her chest. She had always known Ethan as the sweet and caring guy who would do anything for her, but she had never imagined him in this light. "Don't be scared, my love," Richie  whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.  "We just want to show you a good time." She tried to push him away, but his grip on her tightened. "You wouldn't want to make us angry, now would you?" "Please, guys, this is not right," she managed to say, her voice breaking as she croaked out her words.  "We're not going to hurt you, (Y/N). We just want to have some fun." Ethan reassured. "Just me and my big brother here." He smiled.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that she was trapped. The two men had her cornered and she didn't know how to escape. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind racing with thoughts of what they might do to her. The answer was obvious.  Richie leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. "Relax, baby. We'll make it worth your while." He reassured. "Don't you remember the good times we shared? How good you felt wrapped around my cock? How wet your cunt always got when I'd shove my cock deep inside of you? Don't you want that now? Don't you miss it? Don't you miss me? Don't lie, (Y/N)..." Ritchie said with an eyeroll. "I know you still think about me when you fuck yourself at night." This last piece of information was what did it. (Y/N) felt her face burn as redness coated her cheeks. Richie smirked, knowing he was right. "There's the (Y/L/N) I know and love." He cooed.  At the words, her body shivered. She felt her cheeks heat up as something in her stomach twisted. Feeling a rumble deep in her lower stomach, she realized she was hungry again. Her body still craved him like it craved air.  "Please..." She whimpered. "Please don't do this..." She begged. "Don't hurt me..." Richie let out a little laugh as his hand moved up to her cheek, the way he had done earlier. He brushes his thumb across her skin before he places his thumb across her lower lip, letting himself into her hot and warm mouth, brushing his digit across her tongue.

 "Baby, we're not going to hurt you...." He repeated in a reassuring manner as he then pressed his lips to her forehead. "Unless you want us to..." He whispered into her hair. He then took his finger out of her mouth before he looked at her with such hunger and fire and before he can stop himself, he's crashing his lips onto hers. In a daze of lust, (Y/N) couldn't help but kiss him back. She let out a soft moan against his mouth as his kiss became more urgent and demanding. Her body was reacting to him like it always had. His tongue swirled and danced against hers, his breath hot and heavy against her face. 

All of this was so fucked up.. all of this was so wrong but.. if that were the case, how come it felt so... so awfully right? As the kiss deepened, (Y/N) remembered Ethan. She broke away from Richie's kiss and turned around to find Ethan standing behind them, that same smirk on his face only deepening as he chuckled and gave a small wave to her.  Her heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. She was about to be taken by two men,  brothers no less, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.... 

Part of her also didn't want to stop them. Not anymore.. not since she knows who it was behind the masks. As dangerous as they were, there was part of her that knew they weren't going to hurt her.  

 "Come in. Let's get her back to the apartment."   Ethan said. Richie nodded as he stood up, taking (Y/N) with him.  *~* The moment they get her back to her apartment and as soon as the doors open, they're both dragging her toward her bedroom. As soon as they get there, Richie is pushing her to the bed, Ethan quick to follow.  (Y/N) tries to resist but her body feels heavy and unresponsive. She's in a haze, barely able to make out their faces as they loom over her. 

There was so much going on, so many feelings overwhelming her.  Richie pins her down while Ethan pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "What are you doing?" (Y/N) slurs, her words barely coherent. "Taking control," Ethan answers, his voice low and dangerous. "You've been acting out of line, (Y/N). Especially with what happened back there. You need to be punished." Before she can protest, Ethan snaps the cold metal around her wrists, chaining her to the bedpost. (Y/N) struggles to break free but the restraints hold her down, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Richie watches from the sidelines, his intense gaze fixated on her. "What do you wish to do now, little brother?"  Richie asks, his voice eager. "Now we teach her a lesson," Ethan declares, his eyes darkening with lust. "She needs to learn who's in charge." Ethan's hands then slide down her sides, (Y/N) closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the sensations. She felt her clothes being stripped away, leaving her skin exposed to their hungry gazes. Their hands were rough and demanding as they explored every inch of her body. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she craved their touch. It was like a drug that she couldn't get enough of. Their mouths were everywhere, kissing, licking, and biting every part of her, and she loved it.  Ethan leans in to kiss her passionately while Richie pulls her underwear off, the last remaining bit of clothes that she had on.  She moans into Ethan's mouth as he runs his hands all over her body, caressing her curves and making her shiver in anticipation. 

Richie, on the other hand, wastes no time in getting rid of his clothes and positioning himself between her legs. (Y/N) arches her back as Richie's tongue flicks over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ethan takes this opportunity to pull down his pants and offer his hard cock to her, which she eagerly takes into her mouth. She hadn't ever expected the night to end like this...   With her ex boyfriend who she thought was deceased and with her best friend who... somehow was hiding the fact he had been related to her dead boyfriend.  

But... she wasn't regretting it. She never did think she could love two people at the same time before but in this moment, she realizes she could and she did. (Y/N) still loved Richie (even despite his cruel and gruesome past) and she had also previously been questioning her feelings towards her best friend.

 She had came to the realization in this very moment that yes, she was in love with him as well.    "You're ours." Richie said as he lifted his head above from where he sat in-between her legs. His chin was drenched with her juices and his lips were swollen and red. He pinched her clit, making her squeak in response. "You belong to us, is that clear?" He said as he pressed his thumb and forefinger  harder against her cunt.   She nodded, due to the fact she couldn't quite do anything with an entire cock in her mouth.

 "I think that's a 'yes'." Ethan said with a chuckle. Richie grinned in response. 

 "I guess now the plan is just to make her 'scream', huh?"  Ethan rolled his eyes in reply to his brother's cheesy comment but he then nodded. "Let's." 

[mutual-monsters]

oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love

Pairing: soft!dark!Richie Kirsch x gn!florist!reader

TW: dark/yandere themes, stalking, possesiveness, drugging, kidnapping, forced intimacy, pet names, mentions of masturbation (m), Richie is a creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 964

A/N: Requested by @ouijaboardemo a year ago as a sort of ‘unofficial sequel’ to this. I completely forgot about it until a week ago, and now it’s here. A lot of it is based on a convo I had with Carrie, so maybe follow it if you like brilliant ideas 😏

Title is from this song.

Also, again, because this is like my 20th yandere fic in a row, please know that I’m not condoning this. I’m just a guy who sits a computer and writes fanfiction.

Modesto wasn’t a small city, to say the least. It was quite easy to get lost in if you didn’t know where you were going, and for the most part, it kept you feeling like fresh faces were always within your reach. Working at a flower shop also helped, as you met all sorts of clientele whilst behind the counter. 

In the beginning, Richie had come into the shop a few times, always leaving generous tips in the jar and always chatting extensively with you about what exactly to buy. His job was at the bowling alley next door, though he spent his breaks watching you, carefully memorizing your mannerisms and photographing you from a distance. He’d spend a shift working, and follow you home, taking only a few hours to himself before starting it all over again the next day. 

However, it didn’t take long for him to start craving more. Once or twice a week, he’d unlatch one of the locks on your windows, and sneak inside. The first few times, he just looked around, content with jerking himself off to the very smell of you before leaving. After that, though, he started to snag small things, stuff he was sure you wouldn’t miss; some hair from your brush, a piece of jewelry or two, and, eventually, when he found himself desperate enough, a toothbrush from your trashcan. He found himself repulsed by his own actions, but nothing could satiate the hunger. 

He needed you. 

He started coming into your shop more often, chatting you up, flirting, anything he could to be closer to you. He had to see you. He’d bring you coffee before work, line his lunch up with yours, whatever it took. He knew it wouldn’t take long before he was craving more, and it scared him. And, when he was right, he knew what it had come to.  He knew it was wrong as he called in sick to work. He knew it was wrong as he climbed in through your window, still unlocked from the last time he was there (and he noted to himself, that maybe he was doing you a favor). He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself from placing a rag soaked in chloroform over your mouth as you walked into your bedroom that night, shushing you to sleep and gently petting your hair before tying you up to put in his car. And then, as he had resigned, didn’t want to stop himself from packing your bags, and driving away with you.

The world came in and out, hazy in the back of Richie’s Prius. It didn’t register to you then as you fought the drugs in your system– you were too out of it. You just let the feeling of the car and the faint sound of Billy Joel lull you back into sleep.

It was the sound of the chain that woke you up. You had tried to roll over, causing a rattling, metallic sound, awakening you from your slumber. The room was relatively nice– small, but furnished minimilistically. Once again, you tried to move your leg, resulting in the same loud clanging as before, only this time, you saw the cause;  a leather strap around your ankle attached to the floor with a thick metal chain. A quick scan of the room provided the culprit.

“Richie?” You croak, still under the effects of whatever he had given you to keep you sedated.

He looks up from his comic, and a spark ignites in his eyes. 

“Oh, hey, bunny! I’m so glad you’re up!” He exclaims, rushing to your side, beyond eager.

“Richie, I don’t think I under–”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to understand right now!” He says, placing himself on the bed next to you, and holding your hand. “The thing is, I love you. I need you. You’re like– well, to me, you’re like air. I don’t think I could go on without you. So, I brought you here. Somewhere where I could take care of you. Somewhere where you’d be safe.” 

He keeps one hand on your back, rubbing circles to sooth you. He knows the realization is hitting you, he knows how scared you must be, and it kills him. 

“I don’t understand, Richie. I can protect myself just fine, I mean–”

“No. No, you can’t protect yourself. I’m the one who does it. Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve saved you from being mugged? Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve chased off people trying to hurt you? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you don't even check the locks on your windows!”

Once again, the wave of realization hits you. You feel like vomiting. He speaks up again. 

“But, it’s a good thing you have me, huh?” He slides in a little closer, and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry! I brought all of your favorite movies! Well, actually, they’re my favorite movies, but you’ll come around to them eventually!” He says, a giant smile forming on his lips. 

He pulls a remote from the side table and presses the ON button, scrolling until he reaches Stab on Netflix. 

“Here, let me hold you, the opening’s kinda intense.”

And you do. 

The shock wears off in time. Eventually, he lets you off the chain, content that the coded locks on all the exterior doors will detour you from escaping, and even if you did, you know deep inside he’d hunt you down. Maybe one day he’ll take you out on a long car ride; Maybe you’ll even go see a movie, but not until he’s sure you’re mind is broken enough to do so. 

Let’s hope you like the Stab franchise.

[ghqstfqce]

Richie y tn comprometidos y ethan celoso de esta decisión

♰ ¿Celoso? Chica, esta a nada de saltar sobre esa mesa y estrangular a su estúpido hermano, eras suya, no debió llegar tan lejos sinceramente.

♰ Antes podría haberse sentido mal por estos pensamientos, pero ahora solo desea que ojala hubieran terminado en una de esas tantas peleas que tú y Richie tuvieron. Si él te hubiera consolado quizás habrían terminado.

♰ No importa que Quinn le lance miradas de advertencia desde el otro lado de la mesa, su expresión de mierda no va a desaparecer de ahora en adelante, ese debería ser él y no Richie.

♰ Él debería ser quien te compro un hermoso anillo y quien tendría que presumirte ante su familia como logro atrapar a la chica más linda del mundo, no Richie.

♰ "Prometo que no te quitaré a tu hermano, Richie te sigue queriendo y yo también te quiero Ethan, eres mi hermano ahora, no?".

♰ Oh dulce (T/N), no le podría importar menos que le quites a Richie, por él podría irse al diablo, él te quería a ti. No esperaba que cuando le dijeras que lo querías fuera en estas circunstancias, es una mierda.

Por su puesto que Richie vio a través de toda su fachada de mierda. Por lo menos obtuvo el suficiente cerebro para notar cuando alguien estaba sobre su pareja.

Richie siempre lo había visto de fondo, como miraba con adoración a (T/N), como sería el primero en saltar en su ayuda si Richie no respondía a tiempo, sabía donde acababan las pequeñas cosas perdidas de (T/N) en la casa Kirsch o escuchar los pequeños discursos de Ethan para confesarte lo que sentía.

Así que no fue una sorpresa que bajo la idea de consolar a Ethan lo sacara del restaurante para platicar con su hermanito pequeño. La sonrisa y el abrazo lateral fraternal desaparecieron solo estuvieron fuera de la vista, y en su lugar Ethan fue empujado con fuerza contra la pared en el callejón junto al restaurante.

— Deje pasar este amor de cachorro porque pensé que eras tú siendo solo un adolescente tonto, pero esta mierda debe acabar ya.

— ¿Esta mierda? ¿Mis sentimientos por (T/N) son una mierda? ¿Entonces que son los tuyos?

Eso pareció ser lo correcto a decir aunque se sintiera tan bien, porque lo siguiente que supo fue que Richie tenía su mano alrededor del cuello de Ethan y su puño levantado.

— Vamos, hazlo, muestrale a (T/N) quien eres, idiota.

Richie lo soltó, pero no sin antes estrellar con fuerza la cabeza de Ethan contra la pared. Sabría que fue lo suficientemente fuerte para dejar una marca roja, pero no para sangrar.

— No sabes una mierda sobre lo que siento por (T/N), solo eres un pequeño niño obsesionado con la primer persona que te trato con decencia, tan paté...

Fue el turno de Ethan de atacar, sabía que en cualquier momento podrías salir y verlos montar esta escena, pero no podía permitir que Richie hablara de esa forma de ti y tus actos amorosos hacia él, sabía que no era verdad. Te amaba porque tú también parecías amarlo a él, no? No podría dejar que mancillaran su relación de esta forma.

— ¡Chicos! ¿¡Qué significa esto!?

Su padre, claro que saldría en su búsqueda. Podría imaginarlo pidiéndole a Quinn cuidarte mientras él iba a buscarlos, como si supiera lo que estaba sucediendo y no quisiera exponerte. Siempre al rescate de Richie.

Sabiendo que no se iría hasta que estuvieran lejos del otro, Ethan soltó a Richie con molestia para después avanzar fuera del sucio callejón y pasar al lado de su padre.

Sabía que no podría nunca mirar a los ojos a Richie y felicitarlo, pero por ti podría fingir un poco y felicitarte, no tenias la culpa de acabar en manoa de un idiota como su hermano.

[jazzyoranges]

Sam carpenter x reader with the song birds of a feather by Billie eilish maybe friends to lovers

Birds of a Feather

Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sam are best friends. until you aren’t

Words: 8k

A/n: ok we kinda went off script with this one but i’d describe this as friends to lovers with a few bumps. is friends to not friends to lovers a trope?

A/n 2: i have something to confess. i’ve never seen scream 5. that might be very evident in this

Warnings: intoxication, usage of drugs, Richie Kirsch, Sam deals with some hard shit, crying, ghostface aftermath, not a warning but Tara is a cutie, mention of a dead parent, maybe ooc sam cause i’ve never written for her and probably should’ve made a less lengthy fic so i could get a feel for her character but wtv 🤷‍♀️

“Hey- What the heck! What was that for, Sam!?” The young boy yells when Sam pushes him off the swing

“You jerk broke my friend’s crayons. She really liked them!” Sam points a finger at the boy, who’s now dusting himself off

“Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” He smiles a wicked grin. At least, what would be considered wicked in kindergarten

“I’ll never let you on the swings again!”

“I don’t see your name written on it!”

“That’s cause you’re stupid and can’t read!”

Tears well up in the young boys eyes. He blinks them away, running to tell on the teacher him and Sam share. Sam didn’t care, he deserved the insults anyways

“Sammy? What did you do to Carlos?” You run up to Sam, who’s glaring at the back of Carlos’ head from her seat on the swing

“I pushed him. He broke the crayons your dad gave you!” The Carpenter pulls you into a hug, not wanting to let go

“I know he did Sammy, but it’s not nice to push people” You reciprocate the hug, pulling back a bit to see Sam’s face and how her forehead was wrinkled with her eyebrows furrowed. You thought she was cute like one of your stuffed animals

“It’s not nice to break something that doesn’t belong to you! I did it because he was mean to you”

“You’re going to get in trouble! Mrs. Poppy doesn’t know you were trying to protect me”

“Then I’ll tell her, and Carlos will get in trouble too”

“Samantha Carpenter.” Your teacher’s voice was stern. Nothing like the sweet teacher you were used to. You backed away from Sam’s hug but you don’t go far. You hold her tiny hand with your own and make sure to stay close, rubbing her hand in hopes of comfort

“Is it true you pushed Carlos off the swings and said some mean things?”

“Yeah, but he was being mean to (Y/n) first! He broke her new crayons her dad got her! Mrs. Poppy, (Y/n) was really sad” Your dad couldn’t get you many new things due to being a single father. Especially new school supplies. Usually you’d reuse the crayons you didn’t lose or break from previous years or borrow some of Sam’s

On most days you took the bus home with Sam while your dad was off working his ass off to get you dinner every night. Your dad and Sam’s dad were good friends so Mr and Mrs. Carpenter didn’t mind taking care of you until your dad was able to pick you up from their house. Luckily you two lived in the same neighborhood. Some days you thought all of the stars aligned for you and Sam to be friends

“Is this true?” Your teacher shoots a look at the boy next to her. While your teacher was the nicest woman you ever met, she had a deadly glare. You were happy you weren’t on the receiving end of that stare

“N-No…”

“Carlos if I find out you’re lying, you’re going to be sharing the same punishment as Sam.” Mrs. Poppy seems to calm down a bit, entering her nice teacher mode once again

“F-Fine! I did break her crayons” Carlos pouts, crossing his arms

“Thank you for telling the truth, but what you did was wrong. You also did something wrong, Sam. Instead of pushing Carlos off the swing, you could’ve told me and I would have taken care of it” Your teacher bends down to look at the two kids in the eyes

“Sorry, Mrs. Poppy” Sam and Carlos say in unison

“Thank you, you two. I know you two are good kids and know what’s right”

Your teacher leaves with Carlos next to her and you can hear her faintly ask why the boy broke your crayons in the first place

“I like having you as a friend, Sammy” You hug the girl, who’s long since stopped swinging

“I like having you as a friend too, (Y/n)!” Sam beams. Her smile was one of your favorite things ever

“Can we play house?”

“Yeah! I’ll bring my bear next time so she can be our baby!”

//-//

“I can’t believe you can name your sister!” You were over at Sam’s house a few months after her baby sister was born. You didn’t know what to call Sam’s little sister considering… she didn’t really have a name. It was up to Sam to pick a name but of course she was a Carpenter, wanting the best name for her sister. As a result, her baby sister had no name

Until today, that is. Sam was finally making a decision today

“I don’t know what her name is going to be yet” Sam reaches out a finger to her baby sister who happily grabs onto it with curiosity

“She likes you a lot, huh?”

“She knows I’m her sister”

“Maybe I could help you come up with a name! What’s your favorite letter?”

“I like the first letter of your name but I don’t want it to be that! I need to think of something different”

“I know you’ll think of a wonderful name, darling.” Sam’s mom strokes her on the head as she rocks the small baby in her arms

“Do you have another favorite letter?” You ask

“Uh… I like T?”

“What about Triceratops!” You giggle

“Her name can’t be Triceratops, silly!” Sam smiles

“Tennis?”

“(Y/n), those aren’t names” The now older Carpenter giggles along with you

“What about Taylor? Oh! There’s a girl in our class named Thalia?”

“I want it to be different, though! I like those names but Tara needs to be special.” Sam’s eyes go wide in surprise. Maybe her brain just knew her baby sister was supposed to be named Tara

“Tara?” You repeat. “That’s a pretty name! Hi little Tara!” You wave at the baby in her mom’s arms

“Is this official? Is Tara your choice, Sam?”

“Yeah! Tara is a nice name. She looks like her name would be Tara”

“She does, doesn’t she? Such a pretty name you chose, Sam. Honey, come here! We have our daughter’s name!” Mrs. Carpenter yells for her husband

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sam smile so wide before

//-//

“Hey, Sam?”

“What’s up?”

“Aren’t you scared of middle school?“

“No, why would I be? Middle school should be scared of me” That was your Sam alright. The most fearless person you knew. As far as you knew, she was scared of absolutely nothing. Not even the dark. Which is why you were reluctant to stay outside on your trampoline after sunset. Which is also why you were curled next to Sam as she pointed out all the different stars

“What if we stop being friends?”

“Don’t be stupid, (Y/n)” The Carpenter pinches your cheek and you yelp while giggling, shoving her hand away

“If we stop being friends, which we won’t, I promise I’ll let you have all of my stuffed animals”

“Woah, really?”

“Yes, really

“Every single one of them?”

“Yes, every single one of them” Sam rolls her eyes

“Even Ghostie?” Ghostie was the panda stuffed animal you got Sam for her eighth birthday. Technically your dad bought it for her but you picked it out

“What! You’re not supposed to take a gift back, I like Ghostie”

“Well, you can give me all of your stuffed animals and I’ll just give Ghostie back to you”

“That makes no sense, why wouldn’t you just let me keep it?”

“Cause then you wouldn’t have given me all of your stuffed animals and kept your promise”

“You’re weird, (Y/n)”

“Hey, so are you! That’s why we’re friends”

“Yeah, I guess so” Sam giggles

The sliding door to your house opens and both you and Sam turn to look who’s there. It’s your dad

“Hey, girls! Sam, your parents are leaving now. Best you go with them, eh?”

“Okay! Thank you, Mr. (Y/l/n)” The Carpenter waves to your dad

“Wait, let me go with you inside! It’s scary out here”

//-//

“Sam! What if we get caught out here?” Your words held concern but you couldn’t stop laughing as Sam dragged you under the bleachers

“Shhh! They’re gonna catch us!” The Carpenter put a hand over your mouth and put one over hers so she’d also stop laughing when both of you sat down on the underside of the bleachers where the grass was

Both you and Sam were currently in seventh grade but there was an eighth grade couple that was constantly terrorizing the younger kids. Sam being Sam, she wanted to end their reign.

How did she want to end their reign? By breaking the two up. Sam slipped a note in both of their lockers about meeting to break up during one of their classes, causing both of them to skip. Your job was to lead a teacher to their meetup and if everything went right, then they would be successfully broken up and in detention.

Both of you hear footsteps and see the couple at the meetup spot. The teacher wasn’t far away, all you had to do was rile him up a little and run away. Did you feel a little bad? Maybe. But in your defense the couple was always making out in the hallways and made everyone passing by uncomfortable. For gods sake, it was middle school! Not high school

You and Sam were far enough away you couldn’t hear them but their body language was enough for the both of you to understand. Your plan was going perfectly. You and Sam were more the vigilante type, not the heroes or the villains

The couple exchanged pointed looks and flailing arms, hopefully arguing about the note. You and Sam wrote… not the nicest things in there

The teacher eventually arrives out of breath but the couple is too busy yelling each other to notice how he’s standing over them. He looks to clear his throat and to their horror, they stop fighting. Success!

“Yes! We did it!” Sam says a little too loudly from the position you two were in. Their heads turn in your direction and you know you’re caught when the teacher stars walking towards you two

“Hey! What’re you two doing there under the bleachers?” His ragged voice yells

Shit.

//-//

“Sam? What’s wrong?” You run to the Carpenter, who’s outside under a tree eating her lunch. Usually she’d wait for you but today seemed different

“Get away from me, (Y/n).”

“Sam, don’t be like that. You know me, you can tell me what’s wrong.” You and Sam didn’t share too many classes in eighth grade. Even then, your friendship still didn’t seem to falter. You’d still hang out after school and help each other study. Sam lashing out at you was never really a problem you two had

“No! You don’t know anything.” Sam shoves you away when you try to put your hand on her shoulder. “You’re useless.”

“Sam, you don’t mean that. Please just tell me what’s wrong?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t understand anything.”

“Yes I do! We always talk to each other, Sammy. Even if I’m not going to understand, I can still listen”

“Don’t say that stupid name.”

“I thought you liked Sammy?”

“See, that’s the thing with you! You’re always so stuck in the past. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“You’re not being very nice right now”

“Yeah? Well you can deal with it.” The last thing you expect Sam to do is push you onto the ground into a patch of dirt.

“We’re done. I’m not your friend anymore.”

“Sam- we can talk about this” Tears pool in your eyes. You try to get up but all that happens is a crawl

“We can’t. You’re weak and pathetic and can’t do anything without me.”

Sam doesn’t look back when you say her name through tears. Sam doesn’t look back when she hears a few laughs and whispers directed at you. Sam doesn’t look back.

//-//

“Heyyyyy (Y/n)!” Sam’s voice slurs over the phone. It was almost one in the morning, what the hell was this girl doing? Not to mention this is the first time she’s even talked to you since middle school. And yet, you still answered without hesitation. Damn you really needed to grow a backbone

“Sam? What’s going on?”

“Nothingggggg whut’re y’doin?”

“I was trying to go to sleep then you called me. Where are you?”

“Why’d y’wanna know? You’re not my momma!”

“Are you drunk? Sam, you’re underage!”

“No fun… I’m wif my friends! We at a partayyy!”

“Whose house are you at?” Grabbing your keys, you race to the door. Your dad was asleep and you only had your learners permit but you couldn’t just hang up on your Sam like that.

“Uh… Tristan? He’s in our uh… what class is he in?”

“Math. Tristan from math, got it” You knew where he lived. You tutored the guy as requested by his parents but he paid you more money to stop coming to his house than his parents did for your tutoring business. How could you say no to free money?

Thankfully he wasn’t far. Thank god for that, you weren’t one to drive at night

You go faster than you hope but luckily you don’t get pulled over. You really didn’t want to go to overnight jail and face your dad the next morning but surely he would understand the circumstances you were in. He knew you, he knew Sam, he knew the devotion.

At least that’s what you told yourself on the way to Tristan’s house

You could hear the house blasting bad music from about four blocks away. It was a wonder how the police hadn’t shown up yet. Unless he paid off them too. You wouldn’t put it past the guy

Were you invited? No. But in all the movies you’ve watched - said movies being Mean Girls - random people just showed up and nobody cared enough to kick them out. So you walked up to the door like you were invited and instantly started looking for Sam

The music was so loud you could feel it in your lungs and couldn’t hear your thoughts. You couldn’t imagine this was the scene Sam was willing to put herself in but then again you hadn’t talked to her in years. Maybe under all those layers she was a party animal at heart

You internally laugh at the thought. Like hell Sam’s actually a party animal

After a bit you find Sam snorting some drug that probably shared the name with a sexually transmitted disease. Grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, you drag her out of the house while her friends groan and call you a party pooper.

“Hey! Wh- what’s wrong wif you!?”

“We’re going home, Sam. I’m taking you home”

“No! T-Tara can’t see me. Wanna go somewhere else…” Sam struggles against your grip. She’s always been stronger than you but in her intoxicated state you could probably carry her like a sack of potatoes if you tried hard enough

“Fine, I’ll take you to my house. You can spend the night”

“Noooo, wanna party…”

“We’re going home, Sam.”

In all of your years of friendship with Sam, she’s never seen you so stern before. The Carpenter keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the car ride.

After lots of trial and error, you eventually get Sam out of your car and into your bedroom with much difficulty. Thankfully your dad was the heaviest sleeper you knew. You search for a shirt and shorts that fit Sam, ignoring her protests of not wanting to sleep

Against your better judgment, you now have your intoxicated ex-best friend in your bed as her sobriety was nowhere to be found

“Why did you call me, Sam? Even in your state I know you couldn’t do that on accident”

“Ugh, friends made me. Wan’ me t’call my first crush”

“What?” You’re taken aback. Did you hear her correctly?

“Tired… m’sleepy”

You sigh, bringing your hand to Sam’s face to stroke her cheek. Your heart breaks when the older Carpenter leans into your hand like a touch starved cat. You wished things would go back to normal but Sam was stubborn. She wouldn’t let you in no matter how many times you tried.

“Go to sleep, Sam. I hope I’ll see you in the morning” You’re only met with small snores

You wanted to hate Sam. You wanted to hate Sam with all your heart for pushing you away and not even looking at her sister anymore

You wanted to hate Samantha Carpenter so badly but you couldn’t

//-//

It’s nine thirty in the morning when you hear a knock at your door. It was a Saturday. Who the hell was up this early? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out your hair with your hands, you begrudgingly walk downstairs to the door. Your dad was at work already and usually you weren’t up at this hour

Looking through the peephole, you don’t expect to see Tara Carpenter in tears at your door.

“Hey what happened, sweetheart?” You bend down to meet Tara’s eyes. They were red and puffy, evidently showing she was crying a lot. And a lot before she got to you

“S-Sam, she-“ Your heart broke when Tara couldn’t let out even a few words without hiccuping and sniffling

“You can tell me later, darling. How about we drink some juice and you can tell me what’s happening, yeah?”

“No! S-Sam’s…” There seemed to be a never ending amount of tears flowing. “She’s gone, (Y/n). She’s gone and she’s gone for good.” Tara runs into your arms, staining your shirt with her tears.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“M-Mom said Sam left a-and isn’t coming back…” Your heart breaks when Tara’s breathing gets quicker and isn’t able to catch her breath

You pick up the younger Carpenter, taking her to your couch. Tara’s on your lap and you’re holding her just like her mom probably did when she was born. It was something your dad always did, even when you got older. Sometimes people just needed to be babied no matter how old they were.

So you start rocking Tara. She’s holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive and you move her ear to your heart. Placing her head under your chin, you hum a tune that was familiar to you. A lullaby your mom always sung to you before she died

You kiss Tara’s forehead with tears in your eyes. You saw how Sam changed and you couldn’t help her. You knew this day was going to come and you couldn’t stop it. But how could you?

When Sam looked at you with such hatred and anger, you’d wonder if she was still the same Sam that pushed Carlos because he broke your new crayons. When you saw her high out of her mind with people that didn’t care about her, you’d wonder if she was the same Sam that watched the stars with you on your trampoline. When you looked at Sam all you could see was what you two were. Was your Sam even still in there there?

You felt disgusted with yourself. You could’ve done something and yet you did nothing.

You’d never see best friend again and Tara would only remember her sister as hateful and unloving. Memories of Sam would go sour until you only had Tara and Tara only had you as a reminder of who Sam used to be.

When the younger Carpenter sees you also crying, she somehow manages to hug you tighter than she already has. What a lovely girl Tara was.

“A-Are you okay, (Y/n)?” The brunette says in a small voice

“Can I be honest with you, Tara?” You earn a nod from the small girl

“No. I’m not okay. But you know what? I’ve got you and you got me. Thank you for telling me.”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Mom says she isn’t coming back. Sam didn’t talk to me a lot but I miss her.”

“You’ve got such a big heart, Tara. Did you know that? Please don’t ever lose it for me.”

“Will Sam come back?”

Your breath hitches and for a second you’re left without words in your throat and without knowledge about the future.

“Yes… she’ll come back. Sam just doesn’t know it yet.”

Tara’s mom comes storming in a second later with an out of breath angry expression that slowly softens when she sees how her daughter is nestled in your arms

“Tara, you can’t just run away like that. You made me so scared, you know I can’t run as fast as you” Her mom presses a kiss to her forehead

“I had to tell (Y/n), Mom! She’s Sam’s best friend and she deserved to know”

Her mom brought a hand to Tara’s face to wipe a few stray tears. With her other, she placed on your shoulder with a small nod. Sam was gone. She was gone for good.

//-//

Sam spends her first night away from home in her car in a neighborhood she didn’t recognize. The first night Sam leaves, she holds Ghostie in her arms and hopes it’s enough to keep her safe.

//-//

“You’re hiding something”

“What?” You and Tara always hung out ever since Sam left. Her mom hasn’t been the same since her husband walked out. You offered to be one of Tara’s caretakers to help her mom with the load of being a single mother without Sam or her husband’s support

Your dad wasn’t home very often but every now and again he’d give you random tips on how to raise a teenager. At least, tips he used when he raised you. At first he was skeptical of you taking on the role of caretaker at such a young age but when you employed Tara to use her puppy eyes, it was a losing battle for him.

So Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Tara was all yours. You’ve been doing this since you turned eighteen and could confidently drive without being nervous at all. Also mostly because you couldn’t be her guardian in the eyes of the law under eighteen

There was a void in Tara’s heart and while you couldn’t fully replace her sister, the least you could do was be there. Which is how you knew something was up when she started picking at one of the things she loved so dearly. Your cooking.

“I know you’re hiding something, squirt”

“You’re crazy, I’m not hiding anything” Tara scoffs

“Hey, I’m not decades older than you. I know when you’re lying” You hated pulling the ‘I used to be your age’ card but now you’re realizing how effective it is when you’re only six or seven years older than Tara

Tara throws her head back, groaning in what seems to be frustration and covering her face. You can’t hold back your snicker. The younger Carpenter was always one for theatrics

“You don’t have to tell me but I could really help you, you know? With how super knowledgeable I am, as you know”

“Knowledgeable my ass, you didn’t know your microwave had a popcorn button until I told you”

“In my defense, I heard you’re not even supposed to use the popcorn button for popcorn”

“Then why is it called a popcorn button?”

“I dunno. Maybe the same reason why Greenland is called Greenland”

“What?”

“Deception. The guy who found Greenland named it that cause he wanted more people to come over. I bet he was lonely”

“Why do you know that?” Tara says in between laughs

“No clue, but we’re getting off topic!” You smile. “The point is, you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep secrets from me.” You reach over to pinch Tara’s cheek and she tries to swat your hand away, ultimately failing. “Well, big secrets. If you cheated on a test or something I don’t care that much”

“Thanks, (Y/n)”

“No problemo, squirt”

So now you were back to silently eating dinner except for your TV playing some sitcom Tara liked. You could handle the quietness. Even if Tara didn’t want to tell you, at least she knew you were there to listen. That’s all that mattered

“(Y/n), I think I like a girl.”

//-//

“What was Sam like?” Tara says out of the blue. “I was thirteen when she left but she didn’t really talk to me. What was she like… before that?”

It was another weekend night that consisted of spending time with Tara. The question catches you off guard

“I don’t think you’d believe me, squirt”

“Well I wanna know anyways. Even if i believe it or not”

“Did you know Sam named you?”

“She did?”

“Yeah, Sam named you Tara. You were unnamed for a while before she came up with anything.”

“Mom said she was mean. Is that true?”

“I mean yeah, but not entirely. When you’re friends with Sam, she’d be the nicest person you’ve ever met. Hell, she’d probably kill for anyone she loved. But when someone messed with a person she loved, nothing could stop her from making her loved one feel better”

“I wish I could’ve experienced it.”

“Trust me, you did. You just don’t remember it. One time when you were little, a kid that was around Sam’s age at time pushed you into the mud at the playground and Sam was furious” You laugh

“You cried and Sam could hear you from where we were playing soccer. She found him and kicked his ass so hard he crawled back to his mommy so we took you and booked it out of there”

“She did that?” Tara covers her mouth laughing, failing to cover it up

“I remember it like it was yesterday, squirt. Sam gave you a piggy back ride and you were giggling the entire time we ran home.”

//-//

“Fuck, Tara! Shit, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay? Oh my god, of course you’re not okay.” You barged into Tara’s hospital room without any concern of who else was in there. You took her face in your hands and scanned for anything wrong until you brought her into a bone crushing hug. “Sorry, stupid question. Holy shit I’m so happy you’re alive, squirt. I am never letting you out of my sight again. Okay maybe in the future I will, but the future is not now! Right now I’m never leaving you again.”

“You’re such a fighter, you know that? Holy shit you must’ve been so scared. Tara you’re the strongest person I know, did you know that?” There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You don’t even notice there are other people in the room.

“Deep breaths, (Y/n). I’m okay. Look, I’m right here” Tara takes one of your hands and puts it against her heart. Your eyes can’t hold in your tears any longer. When you cried, you rambled. Tara was ready for the storm.

“Fuck you’re such a sweet girl, Tara. Even when you’re lying in a hospital bed you care about me. I don’t know what monster would do this to you! He obviously doesn’t know what a blessing to this world you are. Please promise you’ll never let anyone stop you from being the beautiful sweet girl you are.”

There it was.

You felt a hand rub your back and your arm. You assumed it was Tara. Until you heard a hum that wasn’t Tara’s. Until you realized this person had rough hands. And oddly smelt like…

“Sam?” Your head whips around

“Hey, (Y/n). I… I missed you.”

“Sam?” You let go for a second and bring your hand to her face. Not in a cute or romantic holding-her-cheek-way, no, you pinch at her cheeks and nose with a questioning look. You poke at Sam’s forehead and nose, still probably in disbelief. Yeah, you were still her (Y/n).

“Please don’t tell me both of you are dead and I’m actually in a psych ward and this is all a dream” You whisper and you can hear Tara laugh behind you

“No, this is all very real.” Sam smiles, taking your hand off her face and gently putting it back by your side. Your eyes go wide and you whip around to look back at the younger Carpenter

“Tara, can I take my attention off you for a second? Will you be okay?” You whisper, knowing damn well Sam could hear you

“Yeah I’ll be okay, (Y/n). Go hug Sam.”

You press a kiss against Tara’s hairline and immediately after, launch into Sam’s arms. Tara could feel it again, you were going to start crying and rambling.

“Sam, I can’t believe you’re here! Well of course you’re here. I always knew you’d come back! I knew you wanted to come back. I don’t know why you left, but I hope you achieved your goal and came back because you missed us. Also I’m really mad at you but for the sake of time we can discuss that at a later time.”

There it was.

“You two are close, huh?” You don’t notice there’s a man with curly hair in the room and you raise an eyebrow at Sam

“Yeah, very close” You say

“Sorry, I should introduce you two. (Y/n), this is my boyfriend Richie. Richie, this is (Y/n). My…” Fuck. Sam couldn’t just say you were her best friend after all these years. After she made your life shit, was she even allowed to call you her friend? What if-

“Best friend. Happy to meet you, Richie”

“Likewise” He smiles. There’s a pang of a certain emotion in your chest you can’t quite place

“Well, I’ll be going now. Feel better soon, Tara” Richie waves at the younger Carpenter and gives Sam a kiss before he leaves Tara’s hospital room

“Do you know if my friends are visiting soon?” Tara asks you. Sam doesn’t know how to feel when she sees Tara treating you more like a sister than her. She knew it was wrong. Sam had no right to be treated like a sister after she just up and left all those years ago

“Amber told me she was getting some of your things from her house. The twins are coming over right now, okay? I think you’ll feel better when you see them”

Sam felt like an alien watching you and Tara talk. Watching you two was like watching everything she’s missed. Sam missed almost all of Tara’s high school experience. Arguably one of the most important times to have an older sister. She shouldn’t have been jealous. She wasn’t allowed to be jealous after all she did to you and Tara

“How’re you feeling right now? Anything I need to tell the doctors?”

“No, I’m feeling okay”

“Hey, can I talk to you outside, (Y/n)?” Sam says almost above a whisper

“Yeah, of course.” You turn to face Tara as you walk out her room. “See you in a second, squirt. Don’t run away” The brunette rolls her eyes at your words

“Guess I owe you all my stuffed animals, huh?”

“You still remember that?” You raise an eyebrow at the girl

“I do. I owe you an explanation, don’t I?”

“An explanation would be appreciated” You weren’t mad at Sam per se, just very very very disappointed. Mostly at yourself for letting her leave

“You remember when I yelled at you that day in middle school? I said I didn’t want to talk to you or be your friend anymore? It’s not an excuse, but I have an explanation.”

You nod along to Sam’s story, listening close

“The night before I yelled at you, I found out my dad wasn’t really my dad. I was going through my mom’s diaries I found in the attic and it was the worst thing I’ve ever done. I.. I found out I was-“ Sam doesn’t realize she’s crying until she chokes on her words and your expression falters. Sam remembers you were always good at comforting people

She’d always get bruises and scrapes when she was younger but you were always there to make her feel better. Fuck, she can’t remember why she would ever leave you. You were the perfect best friend. Always an inviting smile and open arms that were ready for hugs. The only one that stuck with Sam through whatever happened.

Sam was at her lowest of lows when you picked her up that night during the party. She remembers wondering why she’d put you so much pain and worry. She smoothed out the wrinkles on your forehead while you were asleep and felt guilty she was probably the cause of them. That night when you picked up Sam from that party and you had your arms wrapped around her, Sam asked herself why she would ever push you away. She loved everything about you. She loved you.

In her drunken state she remembers wanting to fade away into your memory. At least then you’d remember the Sam that played tag with you and not the one that snorted or drank away her pain. It was the same night she decided to leave everything behind. She decided to leave you behind

But Sam was selfish. She wanted you to tell her not to go. To come back into your arms and for you to tell her everything would be okay. That it didn’t matter she was the bastard child of a serial killer. It wasn’t her fault her dad left. Reassuring her you and Tara would love Sam the same. In a perfect world Sam would’ve still been Tara’s sister and you would’ve been her-

“Hey, look at me. You don’t have to tell me. If this is hurting you so much then I understand why you wanted to run away. What matters is that you came back. You’re strong for that” You pull Sam into your arms, letting her cry into the side of your neck.

Sam didn’t have the heart or the voice to tell you it wasn’t the story making her cry. She feared her voice would fail her and drive you away again. Sam would tell you why she left later

But right now, Sam was happy to be able to bask in your arms once again.

//-//

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Mhm?” You and Sam were back at your house getting some things Tara wanted

She requested the teddy bear Amber got her for her birthday, a blanket from her bed, and something better than hospital food. You decided to whip up something quick and simple you knew Tara liked. Frozen orange chicken from the store and fried rice

“I think I can tell you about why I left now.”

“Are you sure? I’m not gonna force you to tell me if it hurts so much to say, Sam”

“No, you of all people deserve to know. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the same person that said all those horrible things to you and just never talked to you again without explanation.”

“Hey, don’t worry about all that. It’s in the past now and I know you’ve changed. I forgive you-“

“No, (Y/n). You can’t forgive me. You can’t make excuses for me and talk to me like we’re best friends again when I ignored you because I was mad at myself and- and-“ Sam chokes on her words and can’t hide it when you glance at her.

“Oh, Sam…”

“No, you can’t forgive me yet. I betrayed your trust. You can’t forgive me.”

“Sam, I accepted your apology when I saw you in Tara’s hospital room. Whatever you were going to say, I already knew I’d forgive you all the same.”

“Stop saying that, (Y/n). You don’t always have to be nice, you can be mad too.”

“But it’s true, Sam. If I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at myself for not fighting for you harder”

“How can you still look at me even when I left you. Years of friendship, all down the drain because I couldn’t handle being the bastard child of a serial killer that broke her family apart.” You turn off the heat to your stove, walking over to where Sam was curled into herself and sitting near the bottom of the staircase

Taking a seat next to her, you drape your arm around her shoulders and attempt to get her to rest her head on your shoulder. Sam doesn’t let you and fights back.

“Samantha Carpenter, you have been gone for five years. One-thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, not including leap day. You aren’t allowed to push me away again. If you really want to say sorry, you can start by letting me in.” You take on a faux-mad tone and it seems to work

Slowly, the older Carpenter leans into your shoulder with a sigh. She makes herself comfortable and looks at you through her eyelids. It was weird. Five years out of Woodsboro and four years away from you, yet you still opened up your arms like nothings changed. It was odd. You were odd.

“What’re you thinking about?” You’ve always had a knack for reading Sam’s mind. Whenever she got quiet and her heart looked like it slowed, she was probably thinking

“You.”

“What about me?”

“How I don’t get you”

“What don’t you get about me?”

“I haven’t talked to you in nine years, I show up unannounced, and you’re still acting like we’re best friends even after all this time. I can’t tell if you’re the nicest or weirdest person ever.”

“Can’t I be both?” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. You realize it doesn’t work when Sam shies away from your gaze

“Well, I can be honest. I think it’s because I’m selfish.” That makes Sam look at you again so you decide to keep going

“Of course I’m… disappointed you broke up our friendship and you left without telling me and left your sister and I to believe you were never coming back,” The older Carpenter winces at your words but you don’t let her stop looking at you. Even as you avoid eye contact and place your gaze somewhere else.

“But there’s a part of me that wants everything to go back to normal. I know we’re going to have to talk about it. About us and about why, but right now I think what we need to do is be there for Tara. She’s in the hospital after being attacked by a serial killer and the last thing she needs is her older sister and her best friend fighting. We can do all the yelling and crying and screaming later.”

Taking a breath in, you look back at Sam who’s already looking at you. I’m makes your heart flutter in a way you don’t understand.

“And maybe that’s my excuse. Maybe I never want to cry or yell or scream at you. Maybe I’m putting off the inevitable because I don’t want you to leave again. Maybe Tara is my excuse for not being mad at you. Maybe I’m holding out hope for someone that doesn’t exist anymore. We’re different people than when we were in middle school. I don’t want to cling to a person that doesn’t exist anymore yet here I am, clinging to someone that doesn’t exist like she’s my lifeline. But in all honesty, I don’t think I could stay mad at you for too long. Even if I tried.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” There’s a silence that passes between you two. You can’t tell if it’s awkward or comfortable silence. You hope it’s the latter

“Do you get me a little more?”

“Well, not entirely. But I think it’s a step.”

“Yeah. Steps are good, aren’t they? Keep you healthy.” Sam smiles at your stupid joke.

You don’t miss how Sam still reminds you of looking like one of your old stuffed animals.

“What was Tara like?”

“What do you mean?” The question catches you off guard. The Carpenter sisters seemed to have that in common

“I missed a lot of her life. What was she like?”

“I don’t think she’s changed a lot. Tara is a sweet girl, she’s got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart in her body.”

“But that’s probably not what you’re asking. Tara was… distraught when you left.” You pick your words carefully. “She ran away from her mom just to tell me you left. She said I deserved to know since I was your best friend. It took a while for her to want to let go of me me. It’s when I knew I just couldn’t let her stay like that forever”

You shakily sigh before continuing. You’d have to acknowledge the elephant in the room eventually and you decided it was going to be now. “I know I’m not her real sister. I hope you’ll forgive me for taking a role that was supposed to-“

“Are you kidding?” Sam quickly cuts you off when she registers what you’re saying. “If anything, I’m happy it was you.” The Carpenter lifts her head up from your shoulder to look at you. To really look at you. “I know she has a good person to look up to. I’m happy you two are close.”

You’re about to respond when your ringtone goes off. The same ringtone you had in high school. Some Evanescence song you remember religiously listening to in school blasts from your phone. Usually it was Tara who found it embarrassing when you had to answer it in public but this time it was you with the reddened cheeks. Scrambling to find your phone in your pocket, you pull it out to see it’s Tara calling you

“Hey squirt. What’s up?”

“Are you guys going to hurry up anytime soon? I’m starving”

“Yeah we’re leaving just now don’t worry about it”

“Okay but my stomach is currently eating itself”

“You’ll live. I’ll see you soon, yeah? Don’t go running anywhere”

“At least I don’t run jokes into the ground until they’re dead… pun not intended”

“Hah! Proof you’re taking after me whether you like it or not”

“Whatever, I’ll see you soon. Run red lights if you have to”

“You got it, boss. See you soon” You pocket your phone, getting up from where you’re sitting. Offering Sam your hand, she takes it and you help her up too

“C’mon, our little girl’s hungry. That’s something you should know, she’s got an appetite the size of an elephant and a metabolism as fast as a cheetah” You smile, putting Tara’s food in a lunchbox you had in a random cabinet somewhere

Sam doesn’t trust her voice to do anything but break so she laughs at your comment and you both leave your house

Sam thinks our little girl has a good ring to it.

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“Oh my god. Tara? Sam?” You narrowly avoided the police yelling at you to get away and the caution tape that prevented you from coming any closer. What used to be a house that held fond memories had been replaced with one that only caused you worry. You couldn’t lose both Tara and Sam. You couldn’t lose your favorite girls.

Sam texted you to come over to Amber’s house. That it was a Ghostface emergency and the speed in which you jumped in your car rivaled The Flash himself

“(Y/n)!” Sam’s voice. You run to the sound, dodging and weaving through the paramedics and police officers telling you to leave

Sam finds you with bags under your eyes and your hair a mess. It looked like you were in your sleepwear. Even though you were just in a band tee and plaid pajama pants, Sam feels the need to wipe the blood off her face and clothes to look a little presentable. You always had that effect for some reason

“Sam.” You breathe a sigh of relief, running into her arms. Your choked sobs reach her ears and it’s the saddest sound she’s ever heard. Sam squeezes you tighter. Maybe if she did she’d never want to leave again

“You’re back and you almost left me again. Don’t you know how mad I would be if you died?” Pulling back, you put both of your hands on Sam’s cheeks like you did so many years ago. “You- you-“

“Hey, shh… I’m here. I’m here, sweetie. See? I’m here and I’m never leaving again.” Sam leans her forehead against yours, putting your hands around her waist so she could wipe the tears away from your face.

“I’m here, yeah? We won. They’re gone now, (Y/n).”

“How’re you sure?”

“They’re dead. Both of the Ghostfaces are dead.”

Sam leans in, awfully close for someone who’s just your best friend. Your mind instantly goes to her boyfriend. You know what’s about to happen so you back away, a little weary. The Carpenter furrows her eyebrows looking a little sad, oddly resembling a kicked puppy.

“What about Ric-?”

“Don’t say his name, it’ll ruin your perfect mouth” Sam cups your cheek, running her face over your bottom lip

You have to fight your body to not get hot at her words and actions. “Yeah but- he’s kind of your boyfriend. Where is he?”

“Ex-boyfriend actually. He’s dead, I killed him.”

“Oh. Am I right for assuming that’s a god thing?”

“Very good. He was one of the Ghostfaces”

“One of? Who’s the other?”

“I think Tara should be the one to tell you”

“Well, I didn’t like Richie to begin with. He gave me an odd feeling”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Sam leans in closer to you, a ghost of a kiss hanging in the air waiting to be taken. Sam smiles against your breath and for a fraction of a second you think your heart has stopped beating.

“He got to kiss you before I did.” Something snaps in Sam when you kiss her. A craving she’s always had, a certain desire finally being filled, or maybe even her dreams coming true.

You hold Sam like she’s about to leave again, pulling her impossibly close. You’re never letting her go again. It’s Sam who pulls away first. She’s out of breath but you lean in to steal more kisses before she smiles against your lips and it’s an image you never want to forget.

“Please, you two have to stop doing this.” You whisper, your eyes going wide. “Where’s Tara?” You pull away from Sam, whipping your head around like it’s going to help you find her quicker

“C’mon, she’s over here. Be careful, don’t squeeze her too hard”

“I’m going to squeeze that girl until she knows how much I love her.”

“You might break one of her ribs, darling”

“Squirt, you’re alive!” You run to Tara as her head whips in your direction. You can feel tears pool in your eyes once again and you’re okay with letting them go.

“(Y/n), I was so scared. A-Amber she- she tried to kill me.”

“What? Amber? Amber as in, your girlfriend?” You say shocked, taking Tara’s face in your hands to look at her

“A-Amber and Richie, they-“

“How about we tell (Y/n) what happened later? We need to make sure everyone is okay, including ourselves. (Y/n) can wait, right?”

“Oh I can wait alright. I’m the best at waiting. You can tell me about it when you’re feeling better”

One of the paramedics call over the Carpenter sisters and by proximity, you tag along. A man is ushering them in an ambulance and you’re also about to hop in before he stops you

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but we can’t let you into the ambulance. We don’t have enough space.”

“That is my little girl and that is my girlfriend. I will either be running every single red light, hang on the top of this ambulance, or so forgive me god for what I’m going to do.”

“O-Of course, Ma’am. You can ride in the ambulance.”

“Thank you, sir. You made a good decision today” You pat his shoulder, taking your seat near Sam. You sling an arm around Sam’s shoulders and reach out to hold Tara’s hand.

“Girlfriend, huh?” Tara weakly smiles, looking between you and her sister.

[fae-of-prey]

the size difference… i’m fucking sick (toss me around n rearrange my guts forever mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel!!!) 😵‍💫

[baby-alien11]

being in a relationship with Chad and Liv

Some would think that living in a small town like Woodsboro will be fun and quiet, but after the mass murders that had happened since the 90's and the Stab franchise nothing was the same

Fortunately, you grew up with a nice group of friends who almost everyone (rarely) had a relation with previous victims from past ghostfaces, being Tara and you the only ones who weren't related to them

But the one who you were most close, was Chad

While growing up, you often spend time in your houses, it didn't matter if it were to do homework, play, watch movies or simply spend time doing nothing

Being that close, meant that your parents were also close due to your friendship

Sometimes when you spend time in the Meeks-Martin house, you would scape to Mindy's room to watch true crimes videos or documentaries

Ending in a small discussion between the twins about spending time with you

All that closeness between you and Chad developed into a relationship when you were starting high school

Basically, things stayed like before, except that now there were kisses and playful touches between the two

And also intimacy moments

During the most part of high school, the two of you were the perfect example of childhood friends to lovers and kinda like the perfect couple

And then, Liv McKenzie entered both of your lifes

"Who is that?", you asked to no one after saw her walking in the hallways, "I love her pink hair"

"That's Liv, we work together", Tara who was with you and Chad at that moment, answered

"She looks nice", Chad commented

After that moment, you and Chad often tried to be close to Liv due to curiosity and interest towards her

Which she gladly accepted because she felt comfortable around you two

It wasn't until a few weeks later, that you and Chad realised that both of you developed feelings towards Liv

Realising that, you and Chad talked about the situation for a few hours, you two went to the conclusion tthat both of you liked Liv and wanted to try a relation of three

But first of all, you needed to talk to her to know her opinions

"Hey, Liv", you called her while you were getting your nails done, "How you feel about consensual relationships of three people"

"I think they're interesting", she responded, "I guess it's more fun and all that, why the cuestion?"

"Simple curiosity", you shrugged, "Chad and I are going bowling tonight, want to come?"

"Sure"

Having that answer, you and Chad decided to wait a few days to tell Liv about your feelings

The day when you both decided to tell her about having a relationship of three, Chad and you decided to do it in a comfortable place, which was your place

When Liv arrived, you led her to your room when Chad was waiting

Explaining everything to her on how you and Chad like her and how both of you developed feelings towards her, ending with the proposal of becoming a throuple

With fear for her answer, you both listened what she had to say

Sighing in relief when Liv also said that she liked both of you, starting a relationship that same day

The next day at school, when the three of you entered taking hands no one was surprised because of your closeness

But when you three shared a kiss before going to your classes everyone lost their minds

"What the hell?", Wes murmured

"Y/N likes girls and didn't tell me?", Mindy exclaimed, "I'm her best friend!"

"I kinda see it coming", Amber commented

"Same, they often spend all the time together, it was a matter of time", Tara agreed

Liv was an artistic person, and she had her collection of different pencils of color, markers, paints, etc, so both of you often, mostly because of boredom, used the markers to color on Chad's tattoos

One time, accidentally use the permanent ones, so he had to go like that during a few days

For a few months, things were good

Until Tara was attacked by Ghostface

With the attacks back in town, Chad had the idea that the three of you had the FindMyFam app to keep track on each other

But Liv and you rejected the idea

Also it wasn't very helpful to the situation, that Liv's ex hook up was around

"Oh shit, is that...Vince?", Liv interrupted the conversation about Ghostface

Hearing that, you and Chad were the first to alert noticing the guy a few metters away

"Wait, the creep you hooked up with last summer?", Chad asked

"Yeah, he worked with me and Tara"

"Babe, your taste got better after waisting your time with the creep", you commented while circling her waist with your arms

"He worked with Tara?", Amber asked with interest

"He's been stalking my Instagram the last couple weeks, posting the creepiest shit"

"Probably time to introduce him to Hobbs and Shaw", Chad said refering to his muscled arms

"All the time that Mindy and I spend watching true crime videos, is finally paying off", you add with a playful smile, "I know how to hide a body without leaving evidence"

After hearing that Tara had woken up, all the group, except for Liv, went to the hospital, were a few time later, Tara's sister, Sam along her boyfriend Richie arrived

Things got worse after the first attack, because after a discussion between Chad and Vince at a bar, the older one was founded dead, and in the hospital, Sam was attacked by Ghostface

The next morning, Sam called to a reunion in the twins house to find a solution about the situation

Thanks to the fact that you, Liv and Chad slept in there to feel more secure, which Mindy took every opportunity to tease the three of you

Sleeping in the same bed, implied that during the night the three of you often change positions, almost always ending with one of them falling of the bed, mostly Chad

But that helped to feel a little more relaxed

Also, there was the fact that Martha, the twins' mom, loved Liv and you like daughters, so she didn't have a problem with the three of you hanging out in her house

During the meeting, Sam revealed that her father was Billy Loomis, one of the original killers

That revelation and the connection in the kills, ended up with Mindy saying a monologue about how all of you were in a 'requel' and only legacy characters die

Unfortunately, these rules didn't apply because Wes, Sheriff Jude and Dewey died

Due to that, Amber had the "great" idea to host a party in honnor of Wes

"I hate this house", you said while you and Liv waited for Chad who was looking for drinks, "People died and was stab in here"

"It has bad vibes", Liv agreed, "I don't know how Amber can live in here"

"That's a little suspicious now that you said it, why live in the murder house?"

"Beautiful ladies, your drinks and boyfriend are here", Chad interrumpted handing the drinks

After a little while, with the drinks forgotten in the center table, the three of you started to get a little more passionate

When suddenly Liv broke the moment to confess that she was ready to elevate things in the relationship

While you were happy that she felt comfortable with having sex, Chad on the other hand, rejected the idea

And ruin it by implying that Liv might be the killer, which ended up in her leaving mad

"Okey, I'm going to follow her and try to fix this", you said to Chad standing up from the couch, "When we back you are going to apologize"

"I didn't meant to make her mad", Chad defended himself

"I know, but you did, so think about what you are going to say to apologize"

"Are you taking your personal defense keychain?"

"As always!", that was the last thing you said after leaving the house

While crossing the front yard, you took the keychain in between your hands firmly to start walking in the streets, founding her in the middle of her way home

"Liv!", you yelled gainning her attention whitout stopping to run towards her, "Wait!"

"Y/N, babe what are you doing?", Liv exclaimed hugging you, "There's a killer on the streets!"

"I know, but I'm sorry for what Chad said, he was wrong, but he's a little paranoid about this shitty situation"

"So you came to apologize in his behalf?"

"No, I came to look for you so he can apologize"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I do", you said while taking her hans, "Babe, we love you, and yes Chad was an idiot for implying that, and that's why he wants to apologize, so can we go back and be the happy throuple that we are?"

"Okay"

During the walk towards Amber's house, Liv realised that she left her phone at that house, which was weird because she always had it in her purse

When you arrived at the house, the horrible scene of Chad laying on the grass covered in blood and cuts was the first thing you saw

Inmediatly, both of you run towards him to see how bad he was

"He has pulse!", you anounced with tears after checking his vital signs, "Fuck! What the hell happened?"

"I'll go alert the others", Liv said standing up to run inside the house

"Be careful", you exclaimed before returning your attention to your boyfriend while applying presure to some cuts, "Don't worry babe, everything is gonna be okay"

Without stopping to apply preasure, you managed to call 911 to ask for help

Unfortunately, things inside the house ddin't seem well becuase all the noise from gunshots, screams and hits making you feel scared for your girlfriend and friends

During the sunrise, all was over in time when the police and ambulances arrived at the place

Quickly, Chad was put in one of them to threat his injuries while you stayed by his side

But everything went down when both of you knew that Liv was a victim of the killers, who were Amber and Richie

Hearing the fate of your girlfriend, Chad and you started crying in pain due to the loss of the girl you loved

During the funeral that was a few days after, both of you tried to stay strong for Liv's family, but it was hard because all the memories that you shared

"Guys, I want to thank you for making my daughter happy", Liv's mom said during the reception at the McKenzie home, "At the beggining I wasn't sure about the whole throuple thing, but she was happy"

"We loved her very much", you said trying to contain the tears

"She was so special to us", Chad added

"And I wanted for you to had something from her"

"Mrs McKenzie, that is not necessary", you tried to argue

"Please, I know is what she wanted", Liv's mom insisted, "Please"

At the end, both of you ended up choosing some scrunchies and accesories that she often use

Also, when Chad was full recovered, the two of you decided to have a small tattoo of the letter "L" in the left wrist in her memorie

[kittyamore0]

Hi can I have an Ethan x fem reader carpenter sister.Her and Ethan have a complicated relationship.Because of what happened in scream 5 how her first boyfriend died she is afraid to love Ethan.He is all sad and thinks she hates him because of how distant she has become.now let’s pretend Ethan was in the apartment scene when they are attacked.The reader decided to jump in front of him and gets stabbed.Later on in the ambulance Ethan is crying to her because she almost died asking her why she would do that.She confesses how she really feels about him.( I requested this from a different author so please do feel pressured to do it quickly thank you)

A/N: Sam is going to be in this and Richie is going to have a brother who was the reader's boyfriend. His name is Rylie!

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FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

RATING: SFW

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

POV: 2nd person

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my work!

CW: Murder, attempted murder, stabbing, attacking, shouting/screaming, usage of a knife, blood/bleeding

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Ethan thought you hated him, did you? You were also so quiet towards him, distant, scared, sad...was it his fault? Did he do something wrong? If so, what was it? His actions, thoughts, looks? How can he make you feel better?

It wasn't him. You were just...scared. After Rylie, your first boyfriend, you've been scared to get too attached to Ethan, but you did. Now, you'd have to stay distant, but you didn't want the same thing happening to Ethan, no...you wanted him to live, and thrive, to not face what Rylie did.

You could've told him. Oh, how much you wanted too, but you also clamped up around Ethan, flashbacks from Rylie, tears in your eyes, heart both pacing and dropping. You couldn't go through with it.

Until, the night where you, Ethan, Tara, and everyone else were attacked by Ghostface, after he 'killed' Quinn.

"God, say something more positive!" Anika cried out, making Ghostface charge right at her. She screamed and hit Ghostface by his shoulders, while he just held her down.

"Get off of her!" Ethan bashed a vase over Ghostface's head, making him fly off of Anika. Ghostface caught himself before swiftly turning towards Ethan, lifting his knife. "No, no, no, no..." You mumbled.

"No!" Ethan barley had no time to react before you crashed into Ethan, making him fall and hit his knee on the floor. Ghostface target changed from Ethan to you without his knowledge or consent.

Ghostface stabbed you in the stomach, but paused when he realized his knife wasn't in Ethan, but...you.

Ethan stared in horror at the sight before his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was.

Sam threw a lamp at the back of Ghostface head. He stumbled to the left of you. Mindy used her foot to kick him to the side. You screamed in pain when his knife was forced out of you.

Ethan grabbed and hugged your body, pulling you away from the scene when Ghostface was occupied with Anika, Sam, and Mindy. Ghostface hadn't noticed you both escaped from the crime scene either.

Ethan sets you down once you both made it out of the apartment and was far enough for harm to take a while to set, with tears streaming down his face.

You coughed harsh, spitting up blood, as black took over your vision. "Hey, hey...[Name?], [Name?!]" Ethan shook you. "Goddammit, stay with me! [Name!], please!"

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Police sirens buzzed your ears, setting your brain in alert. You slowly opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings. Ethan was sobbing, hovering over you. "Ethan...?"

He lifted his head in surprise, sighing in relief and smiling when he saw you awake. "You're alive...!" You lazily smiled back. His smile dropped just a few seconds after.

"Why...why did you do do that, dont you ha hate me...?" Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "No, no...Ethan, I dont hate you. I never did hate you..." Ethan stared at you, a perplexed look on his face. "You were so...distant..." He sobbed. "I know, i know...I...I didn't want to get attached to you because i was scared you were going to die or get hurt like Rylie did..." Ethan's mouth was now slightly agape. That was the reason...?

"But I...I ended up falling in love with you, and I dont regret it..." You smiled and chuckled, in pain. "I was going to tell you, that I was scared something was going to happen to you, and thats why i was so...on edge," you coughed, tasting the bitter blood. "I never meant to make it seem like i hated you, Ethan. I love you..." Ethan sniffled and softly hugged you.

"I love you too..." He whispered. He raised his hand and flicked your forehead, as you hissed in pain. "Ow, what was that for?!" You huffed. "you could've died!" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

Ethan gently ran his thumb over the stinging spot he flicked, he then swooped down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. You smiled.

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[getmeoutofhell]

So pretty, So perfect.

Richie Kirsch x F! reader smut!

request: hey can you do dom richie kirsch x fem reader with praise kink, degrade kink, dirty talk and Aftercare but the reader isn't ghost face mabey dewey and gale daughter. like the reader was Flirt with chad and richie get jealous (porn with plot)

warnings: smut! (unprotected), cussing, degrading, choking.

a/n: hey anon, i got you! i had just realized that richie doesn’t actually get enough love sadly :(. but i’m here to change that :). i tried my best to combine both praise and degrade kink. hope you enjoy!

you and richie had been with each other for a little while now. both of you had liked each other for some time before you two made it official.

he had asked you out and ever since then you guys were inseparable.

but there was a problem.

you and richie had not been that sexually active recently, and because of that, it has caused you to have to relieve yourself more than usual.

so today you had decided to tease richie to see if that would help. throughout the day you did everything in your power to flirt with chad. giving him hugs, talking to him more often, and giving him compliments more than usual.

so now it’s later and richie wasn’t talking to you much.

you, chad, and richie were now sitting in the living room together, watching whatever richie had put on the tv.

chad had brung up something about some new workouts he wanted to try, so you decided to bring that up.

“so chad, what new workouts have you tried?” you asked him. you saw richie in the corner of eye tense up a little, which caused you to almost crack a smirk.

chad then went on about his workouts and how long he did them for, going in into deep detail about each one.

“well i can really see some results and they look good on you.” you could’ve sworn you saw richie’s face turn bright red the moment you said that. you knew your plain had finally worked.

surprisingly, chad’s face had turned a little brighter as well, you thought that was funny, so you uttered a little giggle.

you then heard chad mumble a quick ‘thank you’ before he said he had something to do and left the room.

you looked over at richie and that smirk you tried to keep away crept back up on your face. his facial expression was serious, which made a wetness form between your legs.

“upstairs. now.”

you were shocked at the words that left richie’s mouth, but you did end up complying.

as soon as you two were upstairs richie immediately grabbed you and turned you around, pushing your body against y’all’s shared bedroom door.

“you think you can act like a slut infront of me like that, huh?” you only smirked at him in response, causing him to grab you and push you on the bed.

“trying to make me jealous. you’re such a dirty whore.” he spoke as he climbs on top of your body, hovering over your frame. your wetness became worse as your hand went down to his crotch, feeling how hard his cock was.

“no touching.” you felt a tight grip on your wrist as richie pulled you away from him. his hands then went to your shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up, just enough to show your breast to him.

“so pretty, so perfect.” you softly whine the words he spoke to you. somehow you manage to prop yourself up on your elbows as richie started to kiss you roughly.

richie’s tongue danced against yours as his hand slid in your pants hovering over your pussy.

“fuck me.” you started to sound desperate.

“don’t rush me slut.” his voice bounced off the walls causing your pussy to throb underneath his hand. his fingers started rubbing your swollen clit, making you close your eyes as a moan left your mouth.

“that’s what i like to hear princess.”

his hand slowly moved out of your pants, making you groan out in frustration. “mm, baby…” you whine out in desperation for him to touch you, only for him to teasingly laugh at your actions.

he then started to slide off your pants and underwear, coming face to face with your bare wet pussy.

you started to spread your legs wider giving him more free access.

“you don’t deserve to be eaten out.”, he says to you. you softly groan at him, watching him finally start removing his pants as well as his boxers. richie usually is never this dominant so when he said that it kinda shocked you. but in a good way.

your pussy swallowed him quickly. “didn’t even need to prepare you. you’re so fucking wet.” richie then moved his hand around your throat, tightly grabbing it. your hands were quick to react as you grabbed ahold of his hands. “you’re such a dumb bitch, y/n. don’t ever embarrass me like that again. understand?”

you couldn’t respond from how dick drunk you were at the moment. let alone the fact he was also chocking you. your chocked out moans echoed in the room, having richie pull down and kiss you once again.

his movements started speeding up in you. “fuck!”, he groans, moving his hands to each sides of your body. your body felt weak and already over stimulated. but you loved it so much.

“mm, i’m gonna cum richie.” your body couldn’t control itself any longer.

“beg.” he states.

“please richie! please!” you’d usually tease him even more but he felt to good for you to complain.

“good girl.” you then felt your release take over as you came all over him. your body was shaking, and because super sensitive. a few seconds later, richie gave one last deep thrust before releasing inside you.

richie laid on top of you for a while before getting up and putting his boxers back on. you were still slightly panning as you watched him head to the bathroom for a few seconds. he then came back with a towel with warm water, and helped you clean up and comforted you.

“i wasn’t to rough was i?” he asks you, giving you a little kiss on your forehead. you give him a simple ‘no’ as he caresses your face.

“bubble bath?” you ask him.

“fine.” he gives you a playful eye roll before going to start the bath.

masterlist!

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Richie Kirsch Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,hair playing, kissing,teasing,holding, cuddling,arm over your shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Violence, yelling,pain,silent treatment, ties you up,force feeding, starving, spanking

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

7 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Dominant

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Sweets,food,pillows,blankets,weapons,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His threats,his angry moments, his jealous moments, teasing,his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Glares at anyone who goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Painful

L=Language (What is their love language)

Physical touch and quality time

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get what you want)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Babe,baby,sweetie,hunny,sweetheart, angel, cutie, doll, love, darling, beautiful, princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He'd go on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'd catch you before you can

S=Stalking (How good are thru at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Sadistic,manipulative,delusional,obsessive,possessive,stalker, jealous, overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Likes the game

V=Vine (How soul is they feel if you fought back)

Fights you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeds you, ties you up,holds you,spends time with you, manipulates you

X=Xray (How much do they hide from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you in his arms

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Sam Carpenter as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 29)

Loves that you know how to play the piano

She can tell when you’re moody but she loves you anyway

She can tell when you’re annoyed but she loves you anyway

When you heard she broke up with Richie just to be with you he was okay with it actually

He could see how much she loves you and she fell for you first but you honestly fell harder for Sam

So the night before Christmas Eve you wrote this song about Richie and Sam

Because Richie annoyed you (jokingly) about your crush on Sam and it annoyed you so much you wanted to kill him

And Richie saying Sam is someone who’s sexually available for you when you wear that dress she likes (he says to tease you) it makes you wanna kill him even more

So during Christmas Eve everyone did some karaoke and laughed at Richie for singing so bad and doing the robot dance

And Sam didn’t wanna go because she’s too shy which means it’s your turn

“Okay, your turn (Y/n)!” Richie said to you. You walked over to the piano and began playing it and you started to sing.

You sang a cover of the song It ends tonight by All American Rejects mixed with your own song lyrics

”Wow”. Sam whispered. “Y/n that was beautiful”. She said. She smiled.

”Aww Sammy you mean that?” You asked.

”Yes I do”. Said Sam. And she went for it and kissed you and you kissed her back. “I love you”. Sam said to you. “God I love you. So much. I have for quite some time”. Said Sam.

You smiled. “Oh Sammy. I love you so much. My god you’re beautiful. And kind. And smart. Sam-“

And she cut you off “(Y/n) will you be my girlfriend?” Sam asked you.

”Yes!! Yes a million times!!” You said.

“Woooo!!” Everyone said.

When she’s sleeping she loves to curl up all around you with her arm on you

Shes super protective and you love it because Sam is yours and yours only

[persevereforahappyending]

No Man's Land |2|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: Talks of Murder and Killing

Word Count: 3k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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

Sam had her head thrown back, trying to calm her nerves as she and Tara waited for Detective Bailey to arrive. When Quinn called her father, he had said he wanted to speak with Sam. He wouldn’t confirm or deny whether the killings on the news were the work of Ghostface, but he wanted her to come down to the station. Tara had refused to let her go alone and Bailey even agreed that he’d like to see Tara as well. They arrived at the police station first thing in the morning and were immediately escorted to an interrogation room, without anyone telling them anything.

Sam finally looked up when she heard the door open, seeing Bailey enter. “Sorry about the wait,” Bailey said, giving them an awkward chuckle.

“What’s this about?” Tara asked, tapping her fingers on the table.

“The killings,” Sam cut in. “Was it Ghostface?”

“We found this,” Bailey said, tossing an evidence bag containing a bloody card onto the table, ignoring both the girls’ questions. “At the crime scene,” Bailey sat in the chair opposite of them. “In which two of your,” he pointed at Tara. “Classmates were murdered. Care to explain?” he shrugged.

Tara leaned forward, her eyes widening at what was in the baggy before she looked back at Sam. Sam furrowed her brow as she took a look as well, her face instantly going white at seeing her ID, covered in blood, and in the evidence bag. “I lost my ID months ago,” Sam mumbled, shaking her head. “I had to get a new one.”

“Why didn’t you report your ID as stolen?”

“I didn’t know it was stolen,” Sam glared at Bailey.

Sam didn’t know detective Bailey too well. She knew he was a homicide detective and when Quinn decided to go to college at Blackmore, he transferred to New York so he could keep an eye on her. Quinn complained about him occasionally, usually saying how overprotective he was, though he did allow Quinn to live on her own with Sam and Tara, even though it would be much cheaper for her to live with him. Bailey always seemed like the typical dad, but Sam wasn’t sure, she saw danger around every corner but the majority of the time it was just her being paranoid.

“Where were you last night?” Bailey asked, getting back to his questioning.

“You can’t seriously think she’s a suspect,” Tara said. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m just trying to figure out what happened,” Bailey held his hands up in defense. “Do you have an alibi?” He looked at Sam.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I was at work,” Sam answered. “Then when I came home Chad and I went to the gym, then back to the apartment.”

“And someone can verify this?”

“Lots of people probably,” Sam shrugged. “Your daughter being one of them, she was at the apartment last night.”

“It’s true,” Tara said, crossing her arms. “We were all with someone the entire day. Anything else?”

“Your classmates,” Bailey said, pointing at Tara. “Had a Ghostface shrine, it seems they killed their professor a Ms. Crane.” Tara sucked in a breath, Sam didn’t know her personally, but she had heard Tara and Mindy mention her a few times. “Earlier this evening. Know anything about that?”

“Why would we? I barely talked to them.”

“Are you familiar with a,” Bailey flipped open a file, squinting his eyes at something in the file, “Richie Kirsch?”

Sam couldn’t help the way she shifted in her seat, trying not to react. “He’s my ex,” she answered with a tight-lipped smile. “And he’s dead.”

“Yeah, he and my best friend tried to kill us last year,” Tara snapped. “What’s this got to do with anything?”

“Well, it seems these boys,” Bailey said, tapping his fingers on the photos of the two guys killed. “Intended to finish his movie.” Sam and Tara’s faces both fell at those words. “It seems they were working on a plan to kill you two.”

“We don’t know anything about that,” Sam said.

“Right, right,” Bailey mumbled to himself. “So, it’s just a coincidence these two boys end up dead?”

“There are no coincidences when Ghostface is involved.”

“Look,” Tara cut in, seeming frustrated and tired. “Are we under arrest or can we go?”

Bailey looked between the two sisters then down at the photos and evidence bag. Sam held her breath as she waited for his response. She wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, he still never confirmed if Ghostface was back, and she didn’t know if Bailey suspected her or thought she and Tara were in danger.

“You’re free to go,” Bailey said. “Just don’t leave town,” he gave Sam a look, like he knew she wanted to run.

Tara didn’t hesitate to get up, nearly knocking over her chair in the process. Sam gave Bailey one last glance before following after Tara. They flagged down a cab and Tara gave the guy directions to Blackmore. When Sam furrowed her brow Tara showed her Mindy’s text saying to meet at the school so they could go over suspects before class.

Before she knew it Sam had her head thrown back again, this time as she sat on a bench outside Blackmore College. Everyone was already there when Sam and Tara arrived and since then Mindy had been standing in front of everyone pacing back and forth. Sam just wanted her to get to the point already, she wanted to try and get some sleep before she had to go to work. She knew she wouldn’t get any sleep though; she wasn’t able to sleep last night and there was no way she’d be able to before her shift, not with Ghostface out there.

“Suspects!” Mindy said, finally seeming to get to the point. “With Ghostface, most likely, back we should go over potential people who might want to kill us! Because Bailey clearly won’t be of any help.”

Sam couldn’t help but glance at Quinn. The girl frowned at Mindy’s words but didn’t move to argue with her. Mindy also didn’t bother sparing Quinn a glance, let alone an apology. Sam couldn’t help but frown at Quinn’s reaction, or her lack of reaction. Detective Bailey was Quinn’s father, and she wasn’t saying anything to stick up for him or defend him. Sam wasn’t sure if that alone was suspicious or if Quinn just knew by now there was no point in arguing with Mindy.

“First!” Mindy continued, holding up a finger. “Ethan! The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s just so shy and dorky.”

“I’m a suspect because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?” Ethan questioned, gesturing at Chad awkwardly.

“Roommate lotteries can be fixed,” Mindy rolled her eyes as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. “And second, Quinn!” Mindy turned, smiling at Quinn. “Tara and Sam’s slutty roommate, a horror movie classic.”

“Sex positive,” Quinn corrected. Though she didn’t seem offended by Mindy’s accusation like Ethan had.

“How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?”

“I answered their ad online.”

“No need to say more, you’ve implicated yourself enough!”

“It was an anonymous ad,” Tara said. “And we vetted her.” Sam nodded, she had done incredibly thorough questioning to both Quinn and Bailey when they were interviewing potential roommates. “Plus, her dads a cop.”

“And that makes it more likely!” Mindy gestured wildly. “Cop dad is a great cover! Besides, what are the odds, your dad, would get this case?” Mindy crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Quinn.

“How the hell would I know?” Quinn crossed her arms, finally seeming to get annoyed by Mindy.

“And lastly, Anika,” she smiled at her girlfriend. “You aren’t clear either.”

Anika’s face fell. “Are you kidding me?” she asked.

“Sorry babe,” Mindy shrugged. Anika just scoffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away as she refused to look at Mindy.

“I think that’s all the suspects,” Mindy said, giving herself a little nod of approval.

“And Y/N,” Sam added. Everyone turned to her with raised eyebrows. “What?” Sam shoved her hands in her pockets. “I just think they should be on the list.”

“I thought you said you haven’t ever spoken to them?” Mindy narrowed her eyes.

“I haven’t.”

“Then why would they be a suspect?” Tara questioned, crossing her arms.

“Because we have the same schedule!” Sam tried to reason. “No matter when I go, no matter what day, or what time, they’re there.”

“Suspicious,” Mindy admitted. “Anything else?”

“They have fighting experience. Not sure how much but I’ve seen them train, they definitely know what they’re doing.”

Sam continued to ramble on about you. She told them once again about how similar your schedules seemed, even when it was well after midnight and there was no one else there you’d show up. She talked all about the kind of people you did talk to and how you were otherwise reserved. Then she got into your workout and mentioned how much you lift and how much you focus on either sparring with someone or hitting the punching bag. When Sam was finished revealing all her observations about you, she looked around at the others. Everyone was looking back at her with raised eyebrows, she was going to assume they were just shocked by her keen observation skills.

“They are pretty badass,” Chad added, holding a finger up. “I hate to admit it because they seem so cool,” he let out a little chuckle. “But the way they fought that dude in the ring,” he let out an impressed whistle. “I’d hate to see what they’d do to an enemy.”

Everyone’s face slowly morphed into one of worry. Ethan and Quinn gave each other a look of concern and Tara looked at Sam as if Sam would have a solution to their problem. Sam could only offer her sister a comforting smile, she didn’t know who this new Ghostface was, but she wouldn’t let him hurt Tara.

“Okay, we’ll add them to the list,” Mindy agreed.

Sam nodded. A part of her felt a little guilty for suspecting you of such heinous things when you’ve only ever been nice, but she couldn’t take the risk. She dated Richie for months and he betrayed and used her, she hadn’t even spoken a single word to you. Sam didn’t have a real reason to suspect you, besides the fact that you went to the same gym, which a lot of people went to, but none of them had even close to the same random schedule she did, and she had never seen any of them fight like you could. She hoped you were just the cute stranger from her gym though, and not some psychopath. But she knew her life, there was no way her first crush since Richie was just a normal person that went to her gym, and all the other stuff, the stuff that drew her to you, was just coincidence, she wasn’t that lucky.

After being satisfied with their suspect list everyone went their separate ways with most of them going to class, while Sam went to work. Sam managed to get home and change but didn’t have time for a nap before having to head to her job. She managed to make it to the diner she worked at, just before she had to clock in.

Sam tried to focus on work and not let her mind wander to Ghostface and what was happening. She ignored the way people kept glancing at her, she ignored the articles she saw on their phones when she came to fill their coffee cups, she ignored the way customers bumped into her, spilling their milkshakes, ketchup, and syrup all over her. She ignored it all, she put on her fake smile and apologized to the next person who bumped into her.

Sam glanced at her phone every time she had a spare moment, when she knew, she wouldn’t get caught by her boss. She ordered everyone to text her throughout the day, so she’d know they were okay. She ordered her sister though to text her every fifteen minutes, Tara had rolled her eyes, but she had been doing it, if Sam didn’t hear from Tara within the time frame she would try calling first and then head off to wherever Tara was supposed to be.

When Sam’s shift finally finished, she rushed home, ignoring the way everyone was lounging in the living room once again as she ran to her bedroom. She didn’t have long before she needed to be at her therapy appointment, and she needed to shower and change first. She moved as quick as she could, showering long enough to get rid of the diner smell but not long enough to actually enjoy having the water rain down on her.

“I have therapy tonight,” Sam said as she rushed around the living room, ignoring her still damp hair. “I’ll be back later.” Tara nodded. “Be careful, stay inside, and don’t unlock the door for anyone.” Sam gave all of them a pointed look.

“We know,” Tara sighed. “You be careful too,” she whispered.

Sam smiled at her sister, giving everyone a quick wave goodbye before making her way out the door. She made sure to lock all the locks and double check herself before walking down the stairs. Her neighbor Danny offered her a kind smile, holding the door open for her as he was coming, and she was going. Sam did a quick check of her surroundings before shoving her hands in her pocket and began making her way to her therapy appointment.

Before Sam knew it, she was sitting in her therapist’s office, pulling at her sweater as she refused to look her therapist in the eye. She hadn’t been seeing the woman very long, she was seeing a guy for a while but when he learned her dad was Billy Loomis, he basically stopped being helpful. When Sam found Doctor Williams, Sam had started the first session by telling her all about her father, if this therapist wasn’t going to be helpful either Sam figured she might as well figure it out right away instead of wasting all her time and money.

“We’ve been sitting in silence for twenty minutes,” Doctor Williams said, not looking up from her notepad as she continued to write something down. Sam wasn’t sure what the doctor could be writing considering she had yet to speak. “Your session is only an hour long, if you want to talk,” she glanced at her watch. “You might want to think about starting soon.”

Sam frowned and flicked a glare at Williams. “I met someone,” Sam said, breaking the ice.

“That’s good,” Williams smiled, setting down her notepad and pen. “How has that been?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly talked to them yet.”

“How-How does that work?” Williams furrowed her brow.

“We go to the same gym,” Sam nodded along with her words. She was sure this was probably making her sound even crazier than she already seemed. “We’ve shared looks and a few nods,” Sam smiled to herself

She didn’t miss the small smile still on Williams’s face. “And what’s stopping you from talking to them?”

Sam’s eyes drifted down to the carpet, she pursed her lips, nodding to herself. “I think someone is trying to kill me and my sister again.” She looked up to see William’s staring at her with wide eyes. “And they’re on the suspect list,” Sam gave a little shrug.

Williams opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly trying to process her words. “You think the person you like is trying to kill you?” Williams said slowly.

“Well, not just them, everyone’s a suspect.” Williams nodded unsurely. “I’m not being paranoid,” Sam tried to assure. “At least I don’t think I am,” she shook her head. “Tara always says I’m too paranoid but this time there’s a legitimate reason.”

Sam’s words slowly died down as Doctor Williams raised her hand. “Let’s start from the beginning,” Williams said softly.

Sam swallowed, ringing her hands as she tried to calm her nerves. “There was a murder last night. Two boys in Tara’s class killed their professor.” Williams furrowed her brow. “Then someone murdered them in their apartment.” Williams opened her mouth, but Sam wasn’t done yet. “There’s no proof, but the killings might have been committed by Ghostface.”

“And what makes you think this is Ghostface? Are you sure he’s not just on your mind, it’s around that time of year, no?”

Sam clenched her hands together. “The two students, they were fanatics,” she rolled her eyes. “Fans of Richie apparently. They were planning on killing me and my sister, but someone killed them first.”

“And you think that someone is Ghostface?”

Sam nodded. “Ghostface would never let two kids,” she scoffed. “Take out me and my sister. Not that they could,” she ran a hand through her hair.

Before Doctor Williams could say anything else the timer went off, signaling the end of their session. “See, you next week, I guess.” Sam gave a shy smile as she got up from the couch.

“Wait, I don’t want you to do anything rash,” Williams rushed, following behind her but Sam was already out the door.

Sam checked her surroundings once again as she exited the building. She began her walk back to the apartment. When she got back to the apartment, she saw everyone still in the living room. “We got pizza,” Tara said, nodding to the box on the table. Sam snapped a glare at her sister as she dropped her keys into the bowl by the door. “Anika went to pick it up,” Tara held up her hands, but Sam didn’t miss the eyeroll.

Sam sighed, shaking her head at her sister as she made her way to her room. She got ready for bed, but her mind wouldn’t stop. She kept thinking about the killings, about Ghostface potentially being back, and who they could trust.

Taglist: @thatshyboy1998

[ghqstfqce]

Holaaaa, podrías hacer un one shot o algo de cómo sería la vida entre Richie y “t/n” después de que sobrevivieran al ataque (richie y “t/n” eran ghostface) y mataran a Sam y Tara?

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖 (𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤)

Pairing | Richie Kirsch x Freeman ! Reader

TW | Angustia. Relación tóxica, creo. Algo de obscenidad. Agresión entre la pareja principal, nada gráfico. Final abierto, ni feliz ni triste, quizás solo resignación. Muerte pasada de personajes. Minors DNI.

WA | 854

AN | Realmente lo estuve pensando y esto es lo único que se me ocurrió, así que siéntete libre de hacerme otra solicitud si esto no te agrada:(.

Les dijeron que se tomaran su tiempo de descanso y especialmente a ti, que seguiste “luchando contra las malas Sam y Tara” por defenderte a ti y a tu novio, heridas como esas no sanaban de la noche a la mañana y aun así, Richie decidió que no importaba, aún tenías algo de lucha en ti. Podías sentir sus manos recorrer tu cuerpo con toda la emoción de los sucesos de noches anteriores y aunque trataba de ser delicado con tus zonas heridas, el afecto sería tanto que presionaría el lugar incorrecto en momentos.

Aun así, no te negaste, también te sentías emocionada y habías extrañado demasiado a tu novio estos últimos días en los que tuvo que seguir a Sam y sus amigos, amigos de los cuales formaba parte tu hermana, tu hermana muerta, Amber. Enviaste esos pensamientos al fondo de tu mente y te concentraste en Richie, en Richie que siempre estuvo ahí, en Richie y sus caricias entusiastas, en el cuerpo de Richie sobre el tuyo y sus placenteros movimientos, Dios, extrañabas a Richie.

Debió ser el primer llamado de atención, como tu dulce y atento Richie paso del novio ideal al hombre concentrado en la fama que tenías ahora y no tú, ustedes. Creíste que sería suficiente acabar con Sam, Sidney y Gale, que posiblemente después se retirarían del centro de atención y vivirían su vida tranquila, viendo una renovada franquicia de Stab. Pero no, conforme más reporteros y productores se acercaban a ustedes, más podrías ver como ese Richie que conocías se desvanecía o quizás nunca existió, susurraría tu mente.

— Estoy tan cansada–. La mirada confundida en su rostro te decía como las discusiones pasadas eran fácilmente olvidadas, mientras tú te consumes en tus pensamientos.

— ¿Por qué no vas a la cama a descansar?

La cama, solo otra cama de hotel ya que esto era tu vida ahora, ir de hotel en hotel siguiendo cada nueva oportunidad que les presentaban y sin la incapacidad de tener un lugar que puedas llamar tuyo. A veces pensarías en que pudiste asesinar a Richie en la casa Matcher hace un año, que debiste hacerlo y acabar con todo este circo en el que se habían transformado los asesinatos en Woodsboro, pero los callarías rápidamente, aún tenían solución, no?

— No, Richie, estoy cansada de todo esto, este espectáculo en el que metiste nuestra relación.

— No sé de qué hablas, estamos haciendo lo que dijimos que haría…

— ¿¡Dijimos!? ¿Cuando dije una mierda? Eras tu el pequeño patético obsesi…

Antes de que te dieras cuenta estabas siendo sujetada contra el sillón en la habitación y un Richie visiblemente muy molesto sobre ti. Sabías que podías contra él, unos pocos movimientos y lo tendrías sobre su culo idiota, pero decidiste jugar a la victima y ver hasta donde llegaría. Fingiendo desesperación pusiste tus manos sobre las suyas, tratando de hacer el esfuerzo de separarlo de ti y tu cuello, aunque tus movimientos eran débiles, él seguía presionando y tu decepción solo daba paso a tu deseo de golpearlo.

— Mira lo que me haces hacer, cariño, esto no somos nosotros, verdad? No, claro que no, somos la pareja que pasó por el infierno y volvió, no esta horrible idea que estás creando.

No sonaba enojado, pero sí lo suficientemente rabioso y desesperado mientras hablaba, sus palabras solo te hacían ver como tu Richie desapareció hace un tiempo, pero con el infierno si permitirías que este idiota se creyera con el poder de dominarte. Cansada de esta posición, moviste tu rodilla contra su entrepierna con la fuerza suficiente para hacerlo retraer sus manos y concentrarse en el dolor creciente, aprovechando el momento rodeaste sus caderas con tus piernas y lo volteaste para estar por encima de él.

— Re-aclaremos algo, Richie Kirsch. Vuelve a intentar este truco conmigo y te convertiré en el próximo villano, si?

Aun con dolor residual en él te miraba con ira y obvias ganas de regresar la agresión, pero habiendo conocido al hombre demasiado a fondo como para asesinar juntos, sujetaste sus manos por encima de su cabeza con una de las tuyas y sacando el cuchillo que siempre traerías encima tuyo lo pusiste contra su cuello.

— ¿Nos entendemos?

No respondió, no verbalmente, solo te miro de arriba abajo con cierta apreciación antes de que asintiera varias veces y te diera su sonrisa más incómoda. Esperando un gesto más artificial, estabas por preguntar qué le pasaba, hasta que fuiste consciente de la posición en la que se encontraban y el muy evidente bulto que sentías contra tu trasero. Un poco confundida no dudaste en restregar tus glúteos contra su erección vestida, viendo como se esforzaba por no gemir y mientras llevabas tu coño igualmente vestido contra dicha erección no pudiste evitar sonreír con burla.

— Oh, Richie, ¿te gusta que te maltraten, cariño?

Sabías que las cosas no mejorarían de la noche a la mañana, pero debías poder ejercer el suficiente control hasta que esto acabara y pudieras abandonar este “barco” que se hundía desde aquella noche en Woodsboro o por lo menos pudieras controlar a Richie y su necesidad de ponerlos ante las cámaras.

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Lost (22) - So Far Away

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.5k

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-I have so much to say but you're so far away-

The room he sat in was the last place he’d associate with the woman who owned this apartment. The walls were hidden behind shelves, filled to the brim with books. Books in English, Russian and German, he guessed, ranging from classics to modern literature, from massive encyclopedia to magazines, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere near them. The last time he saw the woman she was fifteen and so stuck in her martial arts training he doubted she ever touched a book. Perhaps he was, as a twelve-year-old in awe of her, simply mistaken. The room had a vintage feel to it, with heavy table in the middle of it, and two tall armchairs on each side. The chandelier above him didn’t seem like it was often used, instead it was there more for aesthetics, instead, he believed the lamp on the table was used for reading during the nights. The woman lived alone, after a brief marriage that ended in a divorce, and he didn’t really know the details of her relationship.

There weren’t many people who intimidated him. Sidney Prescott did, with her refusal to be defeated by one of the Ghostfaces despite already being past her prime. Samantha Carpenter did as well, her brutality against Richie Kirsch and his father a year later was frightening. His cousin frightened him even more.

Anya Golubeva lost her title when she fought against you, but she regained it right away and considering you were forced to retire, she reigned supreme for the next three years, until she went and retired, now, at thirty-seven, she was still a formidable fighter. She would be the counter to you, a fighter that spent even more time training, a fighter that nearly defeated you, because that match could have gone either way. Thomas made a mistake, he made you angry, he got cocky, she wouldn’t, because she knew exactly what you were capable of.

“So, cousin, what brings you to me?” Anya walked through the door, holding a tray with two cups of coffee. “This far from home?” she sat down, at ease in her home, at ease because there truly wasn’t much that could hurt her.

Cousins… Yet he was nothing like her. Despite his admiration for her, Igor wasn’t a good fighter, he had no talent for martial arts, or sports in general, he didn’t have the dedication needed to overcome the lack of talent either. No, he wasn’t the best fighter, but he had other skills, he was a good hunter, resilient, good with knife and various guns, and, if he could say so himself, he was conventionally good looking, dark hair and blue eyes, in good shape. He could have been so many things, he could have had so many different interests, but in his youth he, much like Richie Kirsch and Amber Freeman, and many before and after them, developed a fascination with Stab franchise, and, more importantly, with Ghostface.

“I,” he hunched a bit, making himself seem smaller, trying to remind Anya of how he was as a child. She used to protect him when they were really young, before his parents moved and he had to transfer to another school, he hoped she would still have that instinct to protect her family. “got into trouble,” he spoke slowly, regretfully, just for a moment glancing up to meet her eyes and then immediately looking down. “With a cult, and now I don’t know how to get out,” there, he said it. He also believed he was an acceptable actor, capable of fooling people.

He heard Anya lowering her cup and leaning forward. “What cult?” she sounded more concerned than anything. Family was always important to her. That was why he was certain he could get her to help him and the cult. If she believed she was doing it to save him then he had a chance to convince her.

Instead of telling her anything, he pulled out the mask with a bear painted on the side. His Ghostface mask.

“Ghostface?” her eyes widened as she watched the mask. “Why? You’re neither young nor stupid?” she demanded, so forcefully he genuinely flinched at her tone.

“I didn’t realize they were serious, I swear! I thought they’d stop after Richie and Amber got killed, but they didn’t! At that point it was too late to back out, they knew me, they’d kill me!” he exclaimed, frantically grabbing the mask and shoving it back into his bag. He moved as if he was about to leave, as if he gave up on her.

“Fine, fine, settle down,” Anya calmed down first, and now she once again looked more concerned than anything else. That got him to sit back down, and he had to cover his face, pretending to clutch his head in desperation to hide the small smirk he couldn’t suppress. “What changed now?”

He dropped his hands, his expression the perfect mask of desperation. “If you can help me get rid of one person I can walk away,” knowing how it sounded he quickly raised his hands. “No one will know it was us! Please, it’s either her or me!”

She remained silent, and he just hoped this would work out, that Anya would be willing to at least hold you back enough for someone to finish you off if she didn’t want to actually kill you.

“Who is it?” she asked after several long, dreadful minutes.

“Y/N L/N,” Igor said, and her eyes narrowed. For a moment he feared she’d reject him, but instead, she nodded. Perhaps the sting of loss caused resentment toward you. Or perhaps it didn’t matter who it was, as long as she thought she was doing it to protect a member of her family.

~X~

No one knew where you were.

No one knew where you were.

No one knew where you were.

Those words repeated in Tara’s mind as she stared at the wall in front of her. She didn’t say a single word since Danny gave in and told her what he knew.

Sam being involved shook her, but somehow she decided she would deal with that later, you on the other hand… You were gone. No one knew if you were alive, or if you were hurt, or who had you. No, that was obvious. Ghostface had you. She barely registered a glass of milk and a plate filled with pancakes being set down on the coffee table next to her. They smelled nice, but the smell only reminded her of you not being by her side.

“Tara, you need to eat, for your baby if not for yourself,” Danny crouched next to her, likely trying to get her to look at him. And she did, for a brief moment she did look at him, and she saw the apology in his eyes.

Pancakes. Of course he went with that. It didn’t take long for anyone to find out how often you made them for Tara. They were her comfort meal, a meal she didn’t feel bad to ask for while you were kids, the first meal you made after you two got together, and then again and again, every time exactly how Tara loved them.

Danny knew how to cook, definitely better than Sam, but not as well as you did. You did work as a cook back in Woodsboro for almost two and a half years, so it wasn’t really fair to compare him with you. She still nodded, picking up the plate and began eating more out of obligation to your child than anything else. She barely ate two pancakes when her phone buzzed, signaling she got a message.

Tara frowned and saw it was a photo, and then her eyes widened, and she dropped her fork, and she had no idea how she didn’t immediately throw up the pancakes she managed to eat. “Danny!” she yelled, making him run back into the living room.

“What?!” he frantically looked around for an intruder, but Tara just got up and showed him the message she got. It was a photo, of a muscular woman whose face was covered by a Ghostface mask tied to a chair. “Is that Y/N?” his voice wavered a bit, as he spoke what went through Tara’s head when she saw the photo.

A moment later an address popped up and Tara grabbed her jacket ready to leave right then and there, consequences be damned she’d get to you. She needed to see you. She needed to be with you.

She needed to help you.

“Wait, we need to call Kirby,” Danny grasped Tara’s forearm just firmly enough to keep her from leaving.

“I need to get to Y/N!” she shouted, yanking her arm away from him.

“We don’t know when the photo was taken! It’s an obvious trap, Tara!” he argued back, this time choosing to step between her and the doors.

“I don’t care, she might be there!” she knew she was being unreasonable, that you’d berate her if you knew she was willing to just walk into such an obvious trap, but she knew you’d do the exact same thing. No, not only that. If the positions were switched, you would have went to Kirby demanding information so you could start looking for Tara. Even if it meant rushing into whatever location Kirby managed to connect with the cult.

Luckily, Danny understood her by now. “We’ll go, okay? But we need to call Kirby first, in case we need a back-up,” she could work with that.

So, she sent the photo to Kirby as Danny set up a Zoom call and while they waited for Kirby to join it, Tara just looked at the photo.

Finally, Kirby joined them. “Hey, Tara, Danny. Tara, I’m sorry we kept these things from you,” Kirby opened with that, but Tara shook her head, there’d be time for that conversation later. She could complain and be annoyed later, once you were back by her side, once she could make up for the time the two of you spent separated, then she could deal with her friends keeping her in the dark.

“Can you do anything?” Danny asked.

“Not much, but the address does match a warehouse near the harbor,” she said, sharing her screen and showing the map as well as some photos of the warehouse. It was old, clearly not in use anymore and abandoned until the cult decided to start using it.

“It’s not Y/N,” Tara suddenly declared. “It’s not her, I know it isn’t her,” she knew it, even if three weeks passed, this wasn’t you. Ghostface would taunt her with your face, or at least show a scar so she wouldn’t have any way to doubt it was you. And the woman wasn’t as muscular as you, she was muscular, no doubt about that, but not as much as you. So, no, it wasn’t you.

She was still going to walk right into that warehouse, because there was a chance someone there knew where you were, and she’d never forgive herself if she let this opportunity go. If she had to go alone, she would,

“Tara, listen to me, you’re pregnant, don’t get both of you killed by being reckless,” Kirby told her, but Tara was already getting up.

“Either come and help, or don’t do anything, but I’m not waiting here for someone to tell me what’s going on. You’ve already proven you won’t tell me anything anyway,” she snapped, glaring back at the screen before putting her jacket on and grabbing the biggest knife Danny had.

“Shit! Tara, wait!” she heard Danny running after her, but she didn’t slow down, she just glanced back, saw that he also had a knife and smiled appreciatively at him. “Well,” he shrugged. “I can’t let you go alone,” he said.

~X~

The warehouse was abandoned a long time ago, the windows were broken, glass was everywhere, and there was a lot of dust. So much, in fact, that Tara coughed a few times when they stepped inside. There were a few exits, through the windows, though that would likely be very painful unless they could open the window before jumping through. The doors they just came through and there were two sets of stairs leading to the first floor, that might give them a chance to maneuver if needed.

“There’s nothing here,” Danny said as the two of them looked around, for clues, for any sign of presence, for anything really. All they saw was the chair the person on the photo was tied to. The fact that the chair was whole was just another proof to Tara that you weren’t on the photo. If you were, and if you were untied, you would have fought back, and that chair would have been at least damaged if not in pieces and stained with blood of your captors.

They heard them before they saw them. The boots stepping on the shattered glass, steps indicating there were at least two people with them. Tara pulled her knife out and turned around, pointing it toward Ghostfaces.

“Where is Y/N?” she demanded, for the first time coming face to face with the redesigned Ghostface, the robes were the same, the mask was almost the same. These two had animals painted on the side of the mask. One had a bull, the other and elephant. A way to differentiate each other now that there were so many of them. At least the entire cult didn’t come to greet her.

And Sam somehow got involved with them. For how long? Why didn’t Sam just come to her? She’d get those answers eventually, she needed to focus on here and now.

The one with a bull just tilted his head to the side, as if feigning confusion. The two remained silent, slowly approaching her and Danny.

“We’d rather avoid a fight, just tell the lady what she wants to know,” Danny warned them, stepping in front of Tara and she had to admit, he did look imposing, even with two Ghostfaces coming closer and closer.

One of them lunged forward, aiming to stab Danny, but he clashed his own knife against the Ghostface’s blade and closed the distance to land a good punch to the side of Ghostface’s head. Tara’s eyes widened slightly, she knew you and Danny often sparred, but she didn’t realize Danny could hold his own outside of sparring. And he was proving he could hold his own, as he went for the neck with his knife, after all, they needed just one Ghostface alive.

But he stopped, his hand shaking as if he just realized what he was about to do. Tara jumped in, ready to finish the job he clearly couldn’t while the Ghostface was still dazed from the punch. She managed to stab the Ghostface’s chest and stomach, before the other could step in. She pulled away, knowing better than to stay in one place for long as the other Ghostface, the one with the bull painted on the mask pulled his partner back and engaged Danny in combat.

Danny deflected and dodged several stabs, but he struggled to find another opening to land a hit himself. Finally, he got an opportunity to kick the Ghostface away just as the one Tara stabbed was getting ready to jump back in.

“Run!” Danny exclaimed, ushering Tara toward the stairs. They were out in the open, and there was a good chance someone else was in the building with them, so staying in the middle of an open space wasn’t the best option for them. Not right now. And… a small part of both of them, hoped that maybe, just maybe, you were held here despite not being on the photo.

Tara took off, running for the stairs with Danny right behind her as the Ghostface duo chased after them. Though risky, the moment Ghostface duo began climbing up the stairs, Danny abruptly stopped and slammed body first into one of them, sending them down the stairs and just barely managing to stay on his feet. He grunted though, and Tara could see the handle of the knife sticking from his side.

“Shit!” she exclaimed and stopped, ready to go back down for him.

“Keep going!” he began running again, pushing through the pain and Tara could see the determination in his eyes. “I’m going to yell at Sam when she comes back. If she was here we could have easily taken these two,” he complained jokingly, mostly to reassure Tara.

Tara nodded, seeing through him, but still appreciating the gesture.

They reached the top of the stairs and realized every door was locked. The only way out was back down, and the Ghostface duo split to cover each side of the stairs.

Tara looked at Danny and then looked toward the Ghostface she stabbed. She’d handle that one. So, they waited as the Ghostface duo began slowly climbing toward them, they stood, back to back, ready to fight the two.

And it ended so quickly Tara barely registered what was happening. Danny took initiative, attacking the one with bull on the mask. He ducked under the blade, grabbed the Ghostface’s leg and pushed him down to the ground, grappling the way you usually did when you were in a rush. This time he didn’t hesitate, and stabbed his knife through the Ghostface’s chest several times.

Tara on the other hand clashed her knife against Ghostface’s, she stepped to the side, slicing quickly and managing to cut through the robe, but not through the flesh of Ghostface’s arm. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Ghostface swinging his arm toward her head and just barely managed to grab and stop it from hitting her. Thinking fast she lifted her leg, kicking Ghostface between the legs. Ghostface grunted, but didn’t fall to his knees, instead he tried to stab her again.

Tara dodged the blade, but hit the wall and in her daze she couldn’t move out of the way. She could only put her arms between her attacker and her stomach. The knife never came though, as a gasp came from Ghostface in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw a knife sticking out of the Ghostface’s neck, courtesy of Danny. Both Ghostfaces were dead, both killed by Danny.

“Damn,” he took a step back, letting the dead Ghostface fall to the ground. “Guess we’ll have to find clues some other way,” he said making Tara nod.

“Thanks, let’s get out of here,” she wasn’t any closer to finding you, but two enemies were dead.

Danny nodded and the two of them began walking to the doors, carefully watching for any movement.

A loud sound pierced the silence, pierced right through the illusion of safety and Tara’s eyes widened when she saw blood staining Danny’s shirt. She watched in horror as he looked down, shakily touching the red spot just below his chest that was growing larger with every second. “Danny!” Tara cried out, somehow managing to catch him before he fell to the ground. There was too much blood, as hard as she tried, as much as she pressed her palms against the wound, she couldn’t stop the bleeding and his breathing was getting shallow. “Stay awake, you hear me! Come on, you need to yell at Sam for leaving, remember?”

He chuckled a bit at that. “I’ll leave that to you,” he said and moved her hands away. “They hit my liver,” the blood, the bullet going through it, the stab wound, Tara just sat back, tears streaming down her face. There was nothing she could do. Even if she could call an ambulance, they likely wouldn’t make it in time.

Not that it mattered. Footsteps came from behind her, and she turned around just in time to see three Ghostfaces approaching her. Three marks, bear, fish, and monkey, and the one with bear on the mask was carrying the gun. He was the one who shot Danny, she was sure of that. No… he may have pulled the trigger, but Tara was the one who brought them there, she was the one responsible for putting them in danger.

“Don’t resist, or else,” that voice, the same voice she heard when Amber first attacked her, the same voice that so often haunted her nightmares, she heard it again and this time… instead of pointing a knife at her, the monster pointed a gun at her stomach. “I heard you played a game like this once, only there isn’t an MMA fighter to save you,” Tara narrowed her eyes, but didn’t move. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t risk it, not when there was nothing she could do to save him.

The Ghostface holding the gun motioned toward her and Danny.

“Let her leave,” Danny demanded with what little strength her had left as he tried to sit up.

“I don’t think so,” one of the other two Ghostfaces said as one grabbed Tara’s arms and pulled them behind her back. She heard the click of handcuffs, felt the cold metal around her wrists and knew there was absolutely nothing she could do.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she knew it was over, she knew exactly what would happen next, she still flinched when she heard Danny yelping as he was slammed back onto the ground and then she heard the knife slicing through his neck.

“There, just like Samantha cut Richie’s throat,” one of them said and Tara dared to look at him, dead, with blood pooling around his body. His eyes that once held so much love for her sister now stared forward, lifeless.

~X~

She knew she should have assigned someone to watch over Tara, and now she was gone and Danny was dead. Kirby sat with her head between her hands and photos laid on her table. The Ghostface she was sure was Sam, the tied-up woman she was sure was you, even if Tara denied it, and painted masks, and other photos she had painted a picture she couldn’t understand.

“Tara is right, this isn’t Y/N,” Gale Weathers being there definitely wasn’t helping.

“How are you so sure?” Kirby demanded. They couldn’t see any scars to confirm if it was really you, but there weren’t as many women as muscular as you.

“It’s not her style. If she even suspected this photo would reach Tara she would have given them hell,” Gale gave her a cheeky, though small smile. “Besides, if someone can recognize Y/N underneath all this it would be Tara.”

Kirby had to agree with that. While she wasn’t there when Richie and Amber did their killings, she was very much aware of what you did for Tara, and while she never got to see you actually hurting someone, she did get to see how protective of the younger Carpenter you were. She had the front seats experience when you came into a bar her and Sam were at once to confront Sam. It was civil, but she could feel the tension, the barely restrained anger on both sides.

It was baffling, really, watching you and Sam argue, after years of seeing the two of you getting along. Sam was never as happy as she was at your and Tara’s wedding, and she more than once expressed how much she appreciated your protectiveness over Tara. And then it was like someone snapped their fingers and the relationship fell apart along with Sam.

And now no one knew where you were, Tara was captured, Danny was dead, Chad, Mindy and Anika couldn’t come, or they would not only be in danger but would be able to kiss their careers goodbye and Sam was… likely a Ghostface. How did it all fall apart like this?

Knocking on the door brought her out of her thoughts and she looked up just as Sidney walked in. “Since when does Ghostface try to blow up cars?” she demanded, distraught, filled with panic and almost desperately looking for answers.

“What?” Gale asked, just as puzzled by the question as Kirby.

Sidney slumped into one of the chairs and leaned her head back as she dug her fingers into her hair. “He called me, said I’ll never see my family again. I managed to call Mark and get him, and my children get out of the car. Less than a minute later the car exploded,” she explained, stunning Kirby and Gale. Fury burnt in her eyes and Kirby was reminded of how formidable Sidney was. “I need to get this fucker before he harms my family.”

Gale approached her and placed a hand on Sidney’s shoulder. “We’ll get them Sid,” she promised and caught Sidney up with the situation. From suspecting Sam, to your situation, to Tara being captured and Danny being killed.

“I want Tara alive as much as you two, but how do we know she was just kidnapped? Why would they keep her alive?” Sidney asked and Kirby would be lying if she said that thought didn’t cross her mind when she first realized Tara wasn’t at the warehouse. Gale was the one that reassured her.

“It’s not their style, to take someone and kill them somewhere else, even if this Ghostface doesn’t operate the way we’re used to,” Gale told Sidney the same thing she told Kirby.

Kirby sighed, frankly, even if she agreed now that Tara was alive she still wasn’t entirely sure what the actual reason she wasn’t killed was, but she had her suspicions. “It’s either Y/N, or Sam that they are afraid of,” that was the core reason. “I don’t think they’ll kill Tara just yet.”

“If Tara is alive, they can blackmail one or both of them, if they kill Tara, those two won’t let that go,” Gale agreed and took the photo of Ghostface with dog mark. “Guard dog,” how ironic.

“Even if Sam joined them, she’d turn on them if they hurt Tara,” Sidney agreed, now seeing the logic. “We need to find Y/N.”

And that was the plan, because even if they couldn’t count on Sam being sane enough to help them, they could count on you. Especially when you learn that Tara was captured.

Kirby’s phone rang and all three of them nearly jumped out of their skin, but Kirby relaxed when she saw the name of one of her colleagues. “Yes?”

“Special Agent Reed, we identified the number the message came from. It belongs to Samantha Carpenter,” there was no doubt anymore.

Sam was Ghostface, there was no longer any doubt about that in Kirby’s mind. And either she sent the message to Tara, or someone was using her phone.

There was a chance that Sam was too far gone.

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 4)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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A chill runs down my spine as the name and photo lights up the screen of my sister's phone. The memory of his sadistic laughter as he tried to kill my sister and his voice filling the first floor of Amber's house as he recounted his plan chills me.

Richie Kirsch.

Tara: How the fuck..?- I leave the question hanging in the air without understanding how it is possible.

Sam: I didn't get to delete the contact. - she answers without taking her eyes off the phone. - They're using your number. - she says simply.

Tara: Don't answer, let it ring.- I tell her when I see her thumb move towards the green button.

My sister ignores me and decides to answer the call. She quickly puts the phone to her ear and looks around the dark and almost desolate street.

Sam: Who is it? - she asks seriously. - Think very seriously about whether you really want to do this, because the last two who tried ended up dead. - she says with venom in her voice and I look between my sister's angry face and my boyfriend's confused one.

Y/n: Tara.- he calls me in a whisper and when I look at him he gestures with his head in front of us.

I look where he is pointing, seeing a figure dressed in dark clothing with a hood and walking towards us looking like he is talking on the phone.

I give my sister a quick push, alerting her to the person approaching us. My boyfriend stands in front of us in a projective manner, but the guy walks past us calmly, looking at us strangely.

Sam: So what? You protect us now? - she asks the person on the other end of the line. - Don't believe everything they say on the internet, asshole. - she insults him venomously. - You watch yours. - she threatens him.

Not a second later, I feel an arm go around my shoulders and wrap around my neck. I open my eyes in fear, seeing a knife and Ghostface's mask next to my face.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims, moving quickly and grabbing the knife arm, preventing me from being stabbed with it.

I take advantage of the moment and throw my elbow back, hitting ghostface in the face and with the help of my sister we push him to the ground.

Sam: Run!- she tells us, standing behind me and pushing me forward.

We run down the sidewalk, calling for help and seeing Ghostface already standing up running behind us. We turn to the right and see a bodega that we enter without hesitation.

Sam: You have to help us.- she asks the guy from the store at the same time as me.

Tara: Help, please!- I ask as soon as we approach the counter. -You have to call the police, there's a man outside who's n...- I desperately ask the store worker, ignoring the customers and being interrupted by the doorbell.

Ghostface enters the store and walks calmly towards us, without any hurry while we walk backwards.

XY: Any problems, ghost? - a man asks ghostface, standing in front of him.

The guy doesn't have time to react, before ghostafece moves quickly and stabs him several times in the stomach. Another man tries to separate him from the victim, receiving a stab in the side of the neck and being thrown to the side as if he was nothing.

We walk backwards, watching as he walks towards us at a leisurely pace, causing panic inside me.

Shopman: Hey! - he calls and quickly shoots Ghostface with the shotgun. -Go to the back room.- he tells us after coming out from behind the counter and seeing that the person he shot is no longer there.

The three of us quickly move to the door on our left side, attempting to open the back room door and realizing that it is locked.

Tara: Keys, we need the keys.- I say after running back to the hallway and getting the shopman's attention.

He grabs the keys that he has tied to his waist, trying to untie them and give them to me. But before he can let go of the keys, Ghostface appears and before we know it the clerk is already on the ground with a gunshot wound to the face.

Y/n: Fuck.- he whispers, impressed by what he just saw.

Sam: Hide.- she whispers to us, pulling us both through the corridors of the bodega.

The three of us crouch down, trying not to be seen by the killer and to be able to escape. We stay still, trying to listen for any noise so we can know where our attacker is.

By some miracle, we hear the sound of a package being stepped on where it had been when it had killed the owner of the bodega. We barely move a few centimeters before a shot is heard and the glass of the refrigerators behind us explodes.

Y/n: Shit.- he whispers barely perceptibly, causing me to look back and see him with blood on his arm and hand.

But before I can approach him or say anything, the sound of another gunshot fills the warehouse and several things from the shelves fall on top of us.

Sam: Come on.- says rushing us so we can move quickly.

We hide across one of the hallways, trying to hide as best as possible, the three of us stuck together. Sam grabs a can from the floor as quietly as possible and throws it away from us.

The noise the can makes when it falls to the ground causes Ghostface to walk towards the noise and we take advantage of it to move.

But as luck would have it, one of the glass pieces on the floor makes a noise and we freeze. The store falls completely silent for a few seconds, except for the background music.

Before we know it, the three of us have pushed a shelf over Ghostface and run out of the store. As soon as we cross the door, two police cars pull up in front of us and we turn back toward the store.

I notice that the door to the back room is now open and the mask the killer was wearing is now on the floor of the cellar.

I look at my sister, watching as the police enter the warehouse and search for the murderer.

Paramedic: Are you okay? - I hear someone ask us and I turn to see a paramedic approaching us.

Sam: Yes, thank you.- he answers with a small grimace.

Tara: Y/n needs his arm looked at.- I tell her quickly, turning to my boyfriend and seeing the blood stain the forearm of his shirt.

The paramedic takes my boyfriend to the ambulance, where they begin to treat him and heal the cuts on his arm and hand.

I look at my sister, worried about what is about to come and guilty for having brought Y/n into this whole thing.

POV Your

We have been in an interrogation room for more than half an hour, with rather unpleasant images scattered on the table and without knowing when they will let us go.

Tara is leaning on the table between her sister and me, her eyes closed and completely silent. Sam on the other hand is leaning back in the chair, with her arms crossed over her chest and a tired expression on her face.

I, on the other hand, have my back leaning against my chair and my head thrown back looking at the ceiling, completely exhausted and bored of waiting.

A while later, the door to the room opens and Detective Bailey enters. From what Tara told me when we arrived, he is the father of her roommate Quinn.

Bailey: This was found next to the body, on the floor at the crime scene.- he tells us, showing a Ghostface mask in an evidence bag and leaving it on the table. -The DNA says it belongs to someone named Richie Kirsch. Does that ring a bell?- he asks, looking at the three of us.

Sam: That sounds familiar to us, yes.- she answers in a somewhat vague way.

Tara: Whoever attacked us was wearing a different mask.- she tells the detective. -More battered, like an older one.- she explains in a simple way.

Bailey: I have to ask.- he begins, clearing his throat. -Do you have any alibi for today?- he asks us and my girlfriend is the first to respond.

Tara: I was at a party with friends and Y/n was with me too.- she answers and I nod confirming the alibi.

Sam: And I was in therapy, I can give you his contact and he'll confirm it to you.- she answers, making the detective write something on a piece of paper. -And then I saw Tara and the rest at the party, where I tased Y/n.- she finishes telling her alibi and I can see how the detective looks at me surprised.

I just make a face frowning my lips, remembering the moment and feeling my body shudder at the painful memory of the moment.

Tara places her hand on my thigh, leaving a light squeeze there and offering me a slight smile at the memory of what her sister has done.

Bailey: And that was before or after this? - he asks, searching for something on his phone and playing a video in which someone threw a soda at her.

Sam: Before.- she answers simply.

Tara: As you can see, we have been accompanied at all times. - she points out to make it clear that we have nothing to do with anything that has happened.

Sam: So our friend's father happens to be in charge of the case? - she says with some curiosity and distrust due to the coincidence.

Bailey: It's a small world, isn't it? - he shakes his head slightly. - Well, actually, the colleague who was going to take charge of the case offered it to me because it involved Quinn, but I can give it back to you if you feel uncomfortable - he assures the three of us, but at no time does he take his eyes off the eldest of the three.

Y/n: Well, I would feel more comfortable if you returned the case.- I commented, crossing my arms, earning a dirty look from the detective. -Don't take it personally, it's just that I don't know you and I don't think it's appropriate. Besides, isn't it illegal to participate or lead an investigation in which a family member is involved?- I asked him without stopping looking into his eyes.

Bailey: It's okay, because I'm going to be objective at all times.- he assures me firmly, but I can see that he's annoyed by the slight tremor in his right eyebrow.

Y/n: I'm not saying that you can't be objective in case that your daughter turns out to be a suspect, but the law says one thing and that is; no agent can participate in a case when any member of the close family is involved in said case.- I remind him raising an eyebrow. -Or is that not so?- I ask him tilting my head to the side.

Bailey: Yes it is.- he agrees with me, pressing his lips together in clear annoyance. -But in this case there won't be any problem, because I can vouch for Quinn not been involved and that she is innocent.- he assures the three of us, but from what I see I'm not the only one who doesn't completely trust what he says.

Y/n: And who would vouch for you? - I ask him with a slight smile, amused by the reactions I'm getting from the detective and the gestures he's making to keep from exploding.

Bailey: Any of my colleagues can do it.- he replies between his teeth. -So if you want me to return the case, it's up to you.- he repeats again, ignoring that I don't agree and looking at the brunette.

Sam: Okay.- she nods without being very convinced and I look at her shaking my head.

There is something I don't like about this man, he has a weird vibe and is not at all sincere. Besides, coincidences are a thing and this is a clear case of abuse of power.

Bailey: Okay.- he nods with a slight smile taking out another envelope. -If the man who attacked you stole your ID and left it next to the body, it's probably someone close to you.- he assures her leaving the evidence bag with Sam's ID full of blood in front of the owner. -Since when do you know your friends?- he asks mainly directed to the sisters.

Tara: We moved here for the summer semester with Mindy and Chad about six months ago. So Quinn, Ethan, Anika and Y/n have been friends ever since then or so.- she replies giving me a smile when she says my name and I return it.

Bailey: Well, I think I can rule out Quinn and that's one less we have to worry about.- he assures us causing the three of us to look at each other.

Y/n: If that's the case, I canvouch for Tara and Sam, which means two fewer people.- I refute his reasoning. -And Tara and Sam can rule out Chad and Mindy, which would mean two more people less; according to your reasoning. Plus I would expect Tara to also rule me out for being her boyfriend, which only leaves us with two possible suspects.- I commented, looking at him with some superiority when I noticed the slight tremor of his eyelid.

The girls look at me in surprise at what I just said, receiving a slight nod from Sam and a proud smile from my girlfriend.

The detective falls silent, watching me and taking a deep breath before speaking again.

Bailey: Do either of you have anyone who wants to attack you? - he asks the question directed at the Carpenter sisters, ignoring my comment completely.

Tara: No one who is still alive.- she answers after thinking about it for a few seconds.

Bailey: Wow.- he says surprised by the response of the shortest of all those present.

The four's attention moves to the door, when an agent opens it and leans inside the interrogation room.

Agent: The FBI, they say they have jurisdiction over the case.- he informs the detective, who gets up from his seat and leaves the place, closing the door behind him.

The three of us stayed silent for a few moments, during which we all let out tired sighs.

Y/n: I'm going to say it because I'm sure the three of us thought it.- I whisper, breaking the silence and turning my body towards the sisters. -Don't you find this whole situation a little strange?- I ask them, looking towards the door over my shoulder.

Tara: What do you mean? - she asks me confused and looking at her sister for support.

Y/n: I mean, Bailey is insisting on Quinn's innocence too much without giving any reason other than the fact that she's his daughter.- I begin to explain and the eldest of the sisters nods in agreement. -Besides, when he asked if we felt uncomfortable with him taking the case, I said that I preferred another detective and he ignored me because I didn't say what he wanted to hear.- I point out, looking towards the door again.

Tara: But is it true that since he is Quinn's father he can't participate in the case? - she asks me with sincere interest.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod. -If someone higher position than him finds out, they could open a file on him for participating and having access to privileged information, since you could manipulate evidence or alter the course of the investigation. They could also take away his badge and prohibit him from working as an agent again depending on the type of investigation.- I explain it in the simplest way possible so that they both understand.

Sam: Wait.- she says, getting my attention. -How do you know all this?- she asks me with confusion and interest.

Tara: Y/n is studying to be a lawyer.- she answers on my behalf, provoking a surprised and impressed reaction from her older sister at the information.

Sam: But I thought you met in class? - she asks, completely lost.

On the way from the winery to the police station in the police car we had some time to talk. Sam gave me the third degree, asking about my family, how Tara and I met, and about our relationship.

So you could say that's what her little sister has been hiding from her since she met me six months ago in our introduction to production class.

Y/n: And we did it.- I assure her with a smile. -I took the introduction to production class to earn extra credits.- I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

Sam: So you don't trust him either? - she asks me, referring to her roommate's father.

Y/n: Not at all, and the way he tried to remove his daughter from the list of suspects, I don't trust her completely either.- I answer.

Sam: At least we agree that Bailey is not someone to be trusted.- she assures and both her sister and I nod in agreement with what he says.

Tara: And Quinn? - she asks looking at her sister and me.

Sam: Let's keep some distance from her, but we'll continue acting as usual with her.- she answers her sister and she nods in response. -Now let's get out of here and go home.- she tells us getting up from the chair and I do the same.

My girlfriend interlaces her right hand with my good hand that is not bandaged, before starting to walk behind her sister and me behind both of them.

Sam: Kirby?- she asks, stopping next to an open room where Quinn's father and a familiar-looking short-haired blonde girl are.

Kirby: Hello Sam.- she greets her back leaving the room with a slight smile and hugging her.

Sam: But what..?- she asks with evident confusion returning the hug.

Kirby: Tara.- greets my girlfriend and gives me a quick look, making me shake my head discreetly.

Sam: You're the FBI? - she asks the blonde in disbelief, receiving a nod in response.

Bailey: Do you know each other? - he asks with some frustration in his voice, looking between the two older women.

Sam: Yes.- she answers looking between the two agents. -We went to Woodsboro High Toghether. She was a senior when I started.- she explains simply.

Kirby: We have something in common, yes.- she confirms with a slightly lost look. -Look, I don't want us to measure who has the largest jurisdiction, I just want to help. I'll scratch your back, etc.- she says to Agent Bailey, handing him some documents and I bite my lip to hold back my laughter.

Tara: Don't laugh.- she whispers to me when she sees my face, giving me a light punch in the stomach with her elbow and giving me a dirty look.

Bailey: Good.- she nods, receiving more documents from a police officer. -Thank you.- he thanks, looking at the bag with the Ghostface mask. -The mask was left in the store. There are traces of DNA from two individuals: Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both already deceased.- he reads what is written on the mask and I look at the blonde quickly, feeling a phantom pain in my back.

Kirby: The masked killers of 2011.- she says receiving the mask and giving me a subtle look. -Charlie Walker did this to me.- she explains lifting her shirt a little so the scars on her side are visible. -That's why I'm interested in these cases.- she explains lowering the edge of her shirt. -Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?- she asks the girls directly.

Tara: No.- she immediately denies, since the one the murderer was wearing when he attacked us was older and worn out.

Bailey: So, he leaves them on purpose.- he announces looking at the FBI agent.

Kirby: Whoever is behind this has studied previous killers who came before.- she says, looking at the mask in her hand.- Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line.- she says, looking at the one mentioned.

Sam: Okay, good luck with that.- he says to both agents. -We're leaving town.- she says, looking at her sister, and the two of them start walking, with me being pulled slightly by my girlfriend's intertwined hand.

Bailey: I'm sorry, but that's not possible.- he denies causing the three of us to stop and look at the two police officers. -You three are persons of interest on a double homicide, so you can't leave New York.- he tells the three of us and I glare at him.

Tara: Are you serious? - she asks the older agent, letting go of my hand and taking a step towards him.

Kirby: He's right.- she supports with a lost look. -But if we work together...- she begins to say looking at the oldest of the Carpenters.

Sam: Let's go.- she says to her sister and the two of them walk away.

I stand still for a few seconds, watching Kirby and trying to have a mental conversation with her. She gives me a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

Tara: Y/n!- I hear her calling me, so I make a face at the agents and run to where my girlfriend and sister are.

The three of us walk in complete silence, with Sam in the lead and me behind, keeping Tara between us. As soon as we walk through the doors of the police station, we see a group of reporters who, as soon as they see the sisters leave, approach and start asking questions.

Sam glances at me quickly, motioning me towards the group and then to her sister. I nod as I walk over to my girlfriend and pull her against my chest and quickly walk behind her sister through the reporters.

Gale: Gale Weathers, Channel 4.- I hear behind me and my body immediately freezes. -Do you think you're the reason Ghostface has come to the Big Apple?- she asks the Carpenters.

Y/n: Shit.- I mumbled through my teeth, closing my eyes tightly for a few seconds.

I stand still with my back to her, not wanting her to see me and recognize me. But out of the corner of my eye I can see Sam making a sudden movement, so I turn with my eyes wide open and watch as Gale dodges a punch.

Gale: Nice try, sweete, but i´ve done this dance before.- she replies proudly before his eyes stray from Sam for a few seconds. -Y/n.- she whispers in surprise when she sees me.

But the reporter doesn't have time to say anything else, as my girlfriend's fist hits her left cheek with force and turns her face.

Everyone around us exclaims in surprise at the blow. Gale turns around holding his cheek and looking at my girlfriend completely shocked by the blow.

Tara: Don't even come near us.- she threatens, grabbing my hand again and pulling us away from the reporters.

Gale: Are you still mad at me? - I hear her ask behind us.

Sam: You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened and then you wrote it. - she reproaches her with obvious annoyance.

Gale: Come on!- she exclaims exasperatedly. - Someone was going to write about it! It's my job. - she argues defensively.

Tara: I hear you couldn´t sell the movie rights- she reproaches her with an impassive face.

Gale: It´s... it´s all about true crime limited series these days.- she tells my girlfriend in response to her attack.

Sam: After everything we've been through together.- she reproaches the reporter. - What would Dewey think? - she asks her maliciously and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Sam, you've gone too far, that's not the point.- I tell her with some annoyance at the use of the reporter's late ex-husband who died last year.

Gale: Don't worry, Y/n.- she tells me, causing me to grimace. -That was a low blow.- she reproaches the eldest Carpenter.

Sam: So is your book.- she reproaches her back taking a step towards her. -You called me "unstable" and "a born killer."- she reproaches her lowering her voice.

Gale: That´s taken out of context - defends herself, trying to lighten the mood.

Sam: It's a literal quote. - she reminds her annoyed by the description.

Tara: You don´t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us? - she asks her with a certain accusatory tone.

Sam:Come on.- she tells us starting to walk towards one of the taxis.

Gale: Hey, I talked to Sidney.- she says causing the girls to stop and look at her.

Tara: She's not coming here, is she? - she asks with some uncertainty.

Gale: No.- she shakes her head. -She sends her love, but she is going to a safe place with Mark and the kids.- she explains, reassuring the sisters. -She deserves to have her happy ending.- she assures with a certain sparkle in her eyes.

Sam: On that much, we agree.- she says to end the conversation, turning around and opening the taxi door to get in.

Gale: Hey, I want to catch this fucker as much as you do.- she says as she approaches the car.

Tara: Maybe.- she says before getting into the taxi. -Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away.- she attacks her to get into the vehicle with her sister.

Y/n: Call you later?- I ask in a whisper, receiving a slight nod from the reporter and with that I get in the car as well.

The driver starts the car, at the same time I close the door and put on my seatbelt.

We started to move towards the sisters apartment, or at least that's what I concluded. Sam's intention was to go home and pack her suitcase. Plus, the rest of their group will probably still be in their apartment and want to know what happened.

Tara: I have a question.- she says after a few moments of silence, drawing both her sister's attention and mine. -How did Gale know your name?- she asks me, looking me straight in the eyes.

I swallow heavily, looking at the intense look my girlfriend is giving me and the tension building inside the cab.

[whorergal]

SHE'S MINE (PART THREE)

summary: you and ethan form a plan but in order for it to work, you need to make it look believable…

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore. follows the plot loosely. happy ending, i promise.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: here's the final part! i just wanted to say thank you for all the likes and reblogs!! it's honestly so sweet of everyone and it means a lot to me! i have a bunch of ideas for ethan so look out for more imagines and hopefully a masterlist for easier navigation (i'm still new to this lol) :-) i love u all so much

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To say that you were surprised when finding out about Ethan and his relation to Richie Kirsch would be an understatement. He had been someone that you had hated and even vented to Ethan about when you two first met. It just seemed very ironic. Although Ethan did love his brother, he knew the things he did weren't right once he realized how much shit he put you through.

The late night calls because of your nightmares, the flashbacks you would get whenever someone touched you too roughly, having to avoid the scars on your body because it brought you back to Woodsboro; it opened his eyes.

You weren't entirely shocked to find out Quinn was the other Ghostface that attacked you. She always had some unsaid vendetta against you and you realized now it was just because of your history. What did shock you was to find out Detective Bailey was the mastermind behind it all—not only that, but he was also Ethan and Quinn's father.

He showed up the moment you and Ethan met your friends outside their apartment. Mindy had stolen you from Ethan, leaving him alone with Chad, who was asking him questions to confirm his whereabouts. Luckily, you made sure to practice what to say with him on the train ride there. It seemed your excuses sufficed because Chad nodded, apologizing for thinking the worst.

While on your trip to the run-down theater, Chad had taken Mindy, thanking you for lifting her mood (you three had always been close since you were kids). You walked in the back alongside Ethan, holding his hand to calm your nerves which ended up in you receiving a look from Bailey. You don't think he knew you noticed but ever since you found out about him, you had been unintentionally tense around him.

The memorabilia that had been collected scared the hell out of you. It increased your worries despite knowing everything would end up being okay.

Tara seemed to notice how your breathing began to increase and stepped closer to you. "Hey, you okay?"

You looked at her, faking a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to get some air."

The group all watched you leave. Chad was going to follow after you but Tara stopped him when they saw that Ethan had already been on your trail. She smirked at him.

"You owe me five bucks," Tara informed him.

"Shut up," Chad replied, shaking his head.

No one found you two suspicious. If anything, your sudden relationship seemed to throw them off your tracks.

Everyone left the theater, finding you two on the steps, you tiredly laying in his arms. Tara smiled at you two, gesturing for you to follow. When you got up, Mindy reclaimed you as her own again, pulling you away from Ethan as she needed your comfort. You talked with her the whole walk to fill her mind with distractions.

They all needed somewhere to recoup and to come up with a reliable plan. You offered your apartment, knowing theirs was most likely still a crime scene. Yours hadn't been messed up in the sense that there was no broken doors and bloody messes all over the floor. Mindy actually agreed, saying she wanted to sit in Anika's room alone for a little bit.

"Don't mind the mess," you joked once entering. Your books were scattered about the place. "And the…blood," you muttered when you saw some it trailing where you had dragged yourself across the kitchen.

None of them cared much, getting right into what to do next. You ended up leaving to your room because your stitches were hurting like hell and you didn't want to cause any alarm to them about it.

You sat there, alone for a few minutes until you heard a quiet knock on the door. Honestly, you were expecting Tara, or maybe Chad because he kept eyeing you frequently, but Ethan peeked his head inside and you sighed of relief. He gave you his awkward smile and entered slowly, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" he asked, walking over to take a seat on your bed beside you.

You nodded, holding back a wince at the movement he caused which made you flex your muscles. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Nothing I'm not used to."

"Your stitches," he realized aloud, leaning closer. "Shit, I forgot. Do they hurt?"

"Sort of," you responded, gripping your stomach as if it would make the pain go away.

"Is there anything I can do?" He looked at you softly, as if his eye contact could harm you.

You forced a smile. "Distract me, please."

"Well, I, uh," he stuttered. "I came up with a plan."

"A plan?" You questioned, confused.

"Yeah. I talked to my dad while at the theater and I found out the last steps he and Quinn will be taking," Ethan informed you which wasn't exactly the distraction you wanted but nevertheless, it was useful. "He doesn't know about you, or about us so I have him convinced that the reason I saved you was because I wanted to kill you myself."

You widened your eyes. "Oh."

"Obviously, I'm not going to—"

"I know, E."

He nodded before continuing. "Quinn's going to get Gale next. Then she'll be heading for us. I'm not too sure what she wants to do but I know it'll involve someone in the group in order to keep them all from going to the theater. My guess will be Mindy. When that happens, she'll go for you next so you have to stick with me."

"Go for me next?" you repeated for more clarification.

"I told my dad that I wanted you there for act three. Quinn will knock you out, take you to the theater, dress you up in a robe and frame you as a Ghostface." He paused, scanning your expressions. It wasn't a bad idea, actually, other than the fact that you'll be framed as a psychotic murderer.

"Okay, so I just have to pretend that I don't know?" you questioned, wanting to make sure.

"Yes, exactly," he answered. "They're under the impression that I'm going to kill you so they'll tell Sam and Tara you're the Ghostface to throw them off and when the reveals happen, you'll be given to me."

You nod slowly, taking a second to let all the information sink in before worrying aloud. "What if they don't? What if Quinn ends up hurting me again?"

"I won't let anything happen to you," he declared, grabbing your face in his hands. "She knows better now."

Your eyes softened as you nod again for the last time. Then you fell forward into his arms, just wanting to be held. He did as told, being careful with your injury, and just played with your hair which made you smile.

"You know, when I said distraction, that wasn't really what I meant," you mumbled into his chest.

He furrowed his brows. "What did you—" then he stopped himself when he realized. "Oh."

You laughed until it turned into a wince. He pulled you apart from him to make sure you were okay. You nodded silently, diving right back into his arms again. It gave you comfort.

You and Ethan stayed close to each other the entire time you were with the group. He didn't want you to be without him, afraid losing you for one second would mean he would lose you forever. His hand was interlocked with yours or settled on top of your thigh—whatever physical touch he could get from you. You even ended up falling asleep on his shoulder inside the van with Kirby, Chad and Mindy.

Then when you guys detected the call was coming from Gale's apartment, kudos to Quinn, that was where you all headed to next. It was where you learned that Gale had actually survived her fatal attack which you wanted to snicker at because Quinn failed again but you held it back to not look weird.

Sam had created a plan with Kirby and Bailey to head to the theater in order to lure Ghostface and lock him in. Apparently that was Bailey's idea which made sense seeing as he was one of the Ghostface's. So you all headed to the train station in order to get a lift to the rundown area.

Someone had ended up shoving you away from the group, elbowing you right in the stomach. You had to pause, grunting in pain until you looked up and couldn't find anyone. You forced yourself to suck up the pain and roughly shove everyone out of your way which helped you catch sight of Ethan's worried expression, searching the crowd presumably for you.

He found you almost immediately, adjusting his backpack and running straight to you.

"I'm sorry," he apologized when he got to you.

"It wasn't your fault," you reassured him.

You two finally reached the train right when it began to ride away from you. You groaned, knowing everyone had caught it together but then you saw Mindy ahead, doing the same thing as you.

"Mindy!" you hollered, causing her to turn and let out a sigh of relief to find out she wasn't alone.

"Thank god," she muttered. But then she saw Ethan and pulled you away from him protectively. "Get your Ghostface ass away from us, Ghostface."

Ethan gave her an offended look, watching as she created a safe distance from him. He kept looking at you two, making sure you were okay but Mindy would gesture for him to stop with arm movements. It caused him to roll his eyes.

When you entered the next train, you tried to convince Mindy to stick close to him in order to eliminate one of you from being attacked. She didn't listen but knew better than to force you to stay with her so she told you to "go to your boyfriend". You scoffed playfully at her childish behavior, finding her stubbornness amusing.

You had to squeeze through people to reach where he stood in the middle. When he saw you, his expression softened as he went forward to help you. Thankfully, there was a seat open right by where he stood so you sat there, mindlessly staring around as the train shook you.

The lights kept flickering and it gave you immense amount of anxiety. Ethan's eyes seemed to be fixed on Mindy, as if making sure she was okay as well. It must have meant Quinn was nearby seeing as she was targeting Mindy next.

Once the train finally came to a stop, Ethan turned to you and helped you up since your wounds were hurting more than usual. You instantly looked for Mindy but couldn't find her, sending you into a panic. You let go of Ethan, pushing people out of the way until you saw her lumped figure against the back of the train, a large stab wound in her gut.

Ethan and you both let out a jumble of curses while helping her up, leading her out of the train while calling for help.

You three were escorted to the nearest hospital where she went under immediate surgery and you even got yourself checked. Your stitches had reopened—which explained why they hurt so much—so they sewed them back together and even wrapped it up which made it feel a lot more secure.

The doctor released you, letting you return to where Mindy's room was. When you reached her floor, it was strangely quiet. Ethan had left you earlier, saying he needed to find Quinn, which you didn't pay much mind to as you assumed it was so he didn't look suspicious.

You scrolled through your phone, having not received any texts from Tara or the rest of the group that wasn't with you which made you nervous. They were probably busy setting up the theater but you couldn't help but assume the worst. In the midst of your distraction, you found yourself stepping into an unknown liquid which caused you to look from your phone to the floor.

It was blood.

Your mind immediately went to Mindy, but before you were able to worry about her, you were smacked across the head which sent you falling to the hard floor. Your vision started to become black when you swore you heard Ethan's voice.

"Ssh. It's okay, I got you."

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You awoke by the sound of excessive footsteps happening all around you. The bright lighting in the room caused your head to throb, making you squint your eyes until you felt well enough to open them all the way. You immediately recognized the room and knew you were inside the theater. You had no idea where Ethan was or what the hell was going on but you were positive that answer would come soon.

Slowly, you started to get up from your position, propping yourself up on your elbows. You looked around but your eyes couldn't help focusing on the black robe covering your entire body. Even though Ethan had informed you about this beforehand, you still felt yourself starting to panic.

What if he changed his mind? What if this was the plan all along; make you think he was on your side just to easily lure you into this trap. No, no, Ethan wouldn't do that.

"Look who's awake," the familiar voice that belonged to Detective Bailey spoke.

You searched around the room until his figure came into view, wearing an evil smirk. "What the hell is going on?"

"You don't get it, do you?" Actually you did. "You know the plan. You know why we're here; to stop Ghostface. It was pretty easy to convince Sam that Kirby was mentally unfit and had taken the mantle in her own hands for the best friend she lost…but she couldn't do it alone. That's where you come in."

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was groggy. Your mind was still fuzzy from the hit you received so his voice didn't really sound as close as it was to you. "Are you saying that Kirby's Ghostface?"

"Well, to Sam and Tara she'll be," he told you. Then he crouched to reach your level. "And you'll be to."

"What?"

"Kirby needed someone to do the dirty work for her while she couldn't." He shrugged, his voice becoming more and more angered as he continued talking. "Don't worry, you won't be the only one. My own accomplices will take the fall with you until the time is right. But we have to fuck with Sam somehow. We have to make her feel betrayal to throw us off her radar for the best reveal. Make her feel what she's made us feel for the past year."

"You're Ghostface?" you questioned. Your fogged up mind was really helping you play the part of confused.

He nodded. "And so are you."

You looked at him in disgust. "What the fuck?"

"It has to be this way, Y/N," he tutted in sarcastic sadness. It pissed you off. "You were the easiest pawn in this game. Your betrayal will weaken them the most. It's the perfect fucking idea!"

"Fuck you!" you yelled, kicking him straight in the face.

You were able to throw him back. Your uneasy state didn't help you much in your favor because as you lifted yourself up, your knees gave out. The mix of pain coming from your wounds plus your throbbing head made you nauseous that you didn't even completely register the feeling of Bailey gripping you by the hair until the cold touch of his gun was placed against your temple.

Unable to move in general, you froze.

"Unless you want your brains splattered across this wall, I'd suggest you follow my orders," he threatened. You winced at the rough shake he gave your head in order to emphasize his words. You immediately surrendered to which he noticed and nodded at. "Good."

He let go of your hair forcefully, it caused you to fall forward, catching yourself. You heard shuffling coming from behind you but when you turned to look, his back was the only thing you could make out. "What are you doing?"

"You need this to complete your costume," he responded, walking back over to you. He was enthusiastically holding a mask in the air. "This is Mickey Altieri's mask. I thought he would fit you well, you know, once I paint you to be this psycho who wanted to kill your friends for fun."

You glared at him. "They'll never believe you."

"Oh, I think they just might." He nodded, forcing the mask over your face which you tried to fight against. Then, there were gunshots heard which made you flinch and Bailey chuckle. "It's showtime."

He forced you on your feet by your robe, holding you tightly in his grip as he dragged you out of the room. You had no strength so he was basically holding your entire weight as you struggled to find balance. With your lack of stability, there wasn't much you could do and also because you felt his gun poking your back as if to keep you in your place.

"Get away from the girls!" Bailey announced his presence, pulling you along with him like a rag doll. "It's over, Kirby! I got you and your partner!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Kirby questioned in utter disbelief and you didn't blame her.

"Cut the bullshit!" Bailey hollered. "I saw this one helping you out to stage your attack!"

"What?!" Kirby's voice rose an octave.

"Who is this, Kirby? Huh?" he asked, referring to you as he shook you in his grip.

"I have no idea, okay?! It's not me!"

"Well, I'll just have to see for myself—" he was muttering to himself, using the hand that held his gun to rip the mask off your face. "Oh my god…"

"Y/N?" Sam looked at you in betrayal.

"What the fuck," Tara whispered, backing away from you.

"Stop! It's not me!" you yelled, squirming but he readjusted his grip. "It's not Kirby either! He's lying!"

"Y/N Y/L/N?" Bailey questioned. "How could you? Where the hell are the others?!"

"You're insane!" you yelled at him. You redirected your attention to them, finding it hard to breathe. "I'm not Ghostface! He is! He knocked me out and forced me into this costume! Please, you have to believe me!"

"Did you and Y/N kill Quinn?" Bailey asked in anger, his question targeted at Kirby. "Did you two kill my daughter?!" He shook you, looking at you when he finished his question.

"Jesus Christ!" Kirby let out.

"We didn't do anything!" you answered, feeling your voice beginning to give out. "You know that, you asshole!"

"Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him! Y/N and I are innocent!" Kirby defended you both. "He's probably Ghostface."

"Why would he kill his own daughter?" Sam couldn't help but question, glancing back and forth between you and Kirby.

"Because he's a psycho!" you answered loudly.

"It doesn't make any sense—"

Kirby's voice overpowered Tara's concern as you saw her eyes go wide and gun straighten. "Behind you!"

You heard loud footsteps rushing toward you from behind but everything went silent the moment Bailey shot his gun, landing two bullets in Kirby's stomach. She fell to the ground, causing you to gasp. You let out another shriek when you felt a pair of strong arms grab you from behind, restricting you from movement as they dragged you along with them to stand beside Bailey.

It was Ethan.

"Great job," Bailey complimented. "Both of you."

"What the fuck?" Sam breathed out in confusion until she saw your frightened figure still being held. You saw guilt flash across her face for not trusting you.

"Let her go!" Tara screamed, heading for you but Sam had to hold her back.

It caused Bailey to chuckle. "Oh, you should've seen the look on your faces. To think your only friend would betray you but she's actually innocent; just ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Fuck you!" You let out.

Ethan covered your mouth with his gloved hand and you instinctively relaxed in his grip but forced yourself to fight him in order to make it look believable. You assumed he wanted to make sure your words wouldn't end up pissing Bailey off so he didn't do anything rash to you.

You were fading in and out of reality. You weren't paying attention until Bailey nudged Ethan to take off his mask.

He pulled it off with a smile on his face.

You looked up from where he had you, your mouth dropping into a fake gasp. "E-Ethan?"

"Hi, baby," he whispered in your ear. "Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you guys was to room with a conceited, condescending asshole, literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him!" His tone made you flinch; he sounded really insane. Then he rose his mask in the air. "This was your grandmother's Sam; Nancy Loomis. Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it? And speaking of family…my names not Ethan Landry. Isn't it, dad?"

Tara looked lost. "Dad?"

"Had to keep it secret. I mean, I had to get close to you guys somehow," Ethan stated, leaning his cheek to be against yours. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek which would've made you blush in any other circumstance. "Had to have Y/N for myself."

"You're psychotic," you told him.

Catching him off guard, you managed to shove his arms away from you. Tara and Sam were prepared to pull you away but he gathered you rather easily as you didn't make it much of a battle to. You just needed to look like you weren't comfortable with being in this position.

What startled you was the feeling of his blade being placed against your throat. "Not so fast," he whispered.

You gulped. Now you were really afraid.

"Let her go, you asshole!" Tara shouted.

Ethan pulled the knife away and rose it at her which absentmindedly made her flinch. "Oh, come on. Y/N doesn't mind this. Don't you, baby?"

"Fuck you," you breathed out.

"So vulgar that mouth of yours." His attention was purely on you as his knife was placed back against your throat.

Tara watched in disbelief, shaking her head.

"Ethan was the one who came up with this plan," Bailey said proudly, squeezing his son's shoulder. "He knew how easy it would be to make Y/N fall for him. It kept him from looking suspicious because nobody suspects the caring boyfriend."

They both began to chuckle together. You rolled your eyes at them. It caused Ethan to dig the knife deeper into your skin, on the verge of slicing you.

"Wait," Sam interrupted them. "If it's you two, then that just leaves…"

While they all gawked in betrayal at Quinn's reveal, Ethan leaned his lips close to your hair to cover his words. "You okay?"

You glanced at him and you could see the apologetic look in his eyes for the position he had you in. You nodded very slightly before trying to squirm out of his grip again.

"Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Yeah, because you died!"

"Kind of didn't." Quinn tilted her head. "I had to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy in the train, take Y/N because Ethan couldn't do it himself!"

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"It's funny, isn't it," Quinn continued. "Poor Y/N. She was just trying to help her friends which only led her straight into the trap. Come on, how fucking stupid can you be?!"

"Let her go," Sam stated sternly. "She has nothing to do with this!"

"She has everything to do with this!" Quinn yelled back, walking over to where Ethan still held you. She traced the tip of her knife along your stomach which caused you to shiver as she pressed into your stitches. "She's a killer, just like you, Sam. That's why it'll be easy to frame you both."

"What?" Tara questioned.

"Oh." Quinn jumped from her spot. "You didn't really think we'd take the blame for it. It'll all fall onto Sam, the villain of Woodsboro. She couldn't get enough so she just had to go on another killing spree and she couldn't do it all alone! She needed someone to help her."

"Y/N's not a killer," Sam stated matter-of-factly, watching in disbelief. "Neither am I. We're not killers."

"Oh, shut up!" Quinn snapped.

Bailey walked forward, pulling out a mask from his jacket and raising it for her to see. "You're a killer just like your father."

"No, I'm not!" Sam yelled.

"Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!"

Tara furrowed her brows. "You said your brother died in a car accident?"

"No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing," Ethan jumped into the conversation. "He died in Woodsboro at the hands of your bitch sister with the help of Y/N, here."

Sam's face fell in realization. "You're Richie's family."

"Now she's finally getting it." Ethan smirked.

He gripped your robe, tugging you carelessly to follow him as he and Quinn ventured around the seats in order to get behind Sam and Tara, significantly trapping them. It caused the two to tense and you as well. You weren't sure what was going to happen next.

"Y/N didn't kill him," Sam declared in annoyance. "I'm the one who slit his throat; I'm the one who watched him bleed to death as he cried like a fucking baby."

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn lashed out, walking forward to push Sam, catching her off guard.

"Hands off, Quinn!" Bailey demanded loudly which seemed to set his psychotic daughter in place. "Before we get into that, we have something else that needs to be done first." It seemed all their attention fell on you. "Ethan, why don't you go take care of Y/N. Plant her body just where we discussed."

"No!" Tara yelled, attempting to head toward you but was stopped by Quinn, who stepped in front of her with her knife.

Sam pushed Quinn, causing an uproar as they tried to fight her but Bailey put their actions to a pause by facing the gun to their faces. They both shuddered and stopped fighting, having to watch you be dragged away.

"Go, Ethan," Bailey instructed.

"No, no, no," you heard Tara cry out until he pushed you inside the room and the door was shut, silencing all sound.

"God," Ethan groaned, dropping the act, even dropping his knife in the process as he rushed towards you, grabbing your face in his hands as he checked for any injuries. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? They didn't touch you, right? I didn't mean anything I said; I promise. I hate this so much—"

"Ethan," you interrupted his rambling. "Hey, it's okay. I'm fine, I promise. I've been through worse."

Not wasting another second, he leaned down to pull you into a passionate kiss. Several emotions were coursing through you but once feeling his lips on yours, you felt yourself relax as if you two weren't on the verge of being potentially murdered by his fucked up family.

He couldn't pull away, afraid if he did, he would lose you so you had to be the one to do it—even if it hurt you to. "What's the next step?" you asked him.

"Faking your death," he told you casually. It almost made you want to laugh. "They're too indulged with Sam and Tara to pay attention to us. Besides, they can't hear much but I have to make this look quick."

You nodded, listening as he was about to get into what he wanted you to do next but the sound of footsteps caused you both to go rigid. When you looked past his shoulder, you felt relieved when you saw Kirby, miraculously still standing despite the amount of injuries she had endured, with her gun aimed at Ethan.

"Let her go," she instructed him.

"Kirby, wait," you interrupted, pushing him behind you so now her gun was facing you. "He's innocent."

"What? But I heard him. He killed Chad—"

"I didn't. I didn't hit any major arteries," Ethan defended himself.

"What are you talking about?" Kirby questioned.

"Ethan was Ghostface but he had to be in order to keep me safe so I offered to help him kill Bailey and Quinn for saving my life," you explained very vaguely, your words slurring together. "Please, you have to believe me. He would've done something to me by now if he wasn't."

Kirby took a second to process your words before she began to slowly drop her aim. "Okay. Okay, I believe you."

"Good," you thanked her, turning to Ethan. "What's next?"

"Down the hallway will lead you into the room where the back entrance is located. The plan for them is to make Sam understand what she's done before attempting to kill them both," he told you and Kirby, who had approached you two to watch your backs for any unwanted guests who would pop out. "Our backs will be facing you two and which gives you both the opportunity to get either of them because they won't see you coming."

"Okay." You nodded. "You got that, Kirby?"

"One step ahead of you," she responded.

"And this is for you." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large hunting knife. "For your protection."

You chuckled breathlessly, taking it from him as you looked up from the knife to him. "We got it from here," you assured him. "Go before they find you suspicious."

Ethan nodded, preparing to leave until he paused, leaning down to pull you back in for another kiss. You sighed into his lips, wanting nothing but to kiss him all day and not have to face the reality that lied outside the room.

"Wrap it up, lovebirds," Kirby said in impatience.

Ethan pulled away, his cheeks flushed red. "Be safe," he demanded more than said.

"You too," you told him, smiling.

He squeezed your hand, as if reassuring you, before he let you go and headed towards the door. He grabbed his knife, taking a second before finally leaving the room.

"Let's go, kid," Kirby demanded, already walking away which gave you no choice but to follow.

She took lead as she was the one with the gun, securing the place before gesturing for you to follow.

While stopped at a corner, her peeking past the wall to make sure it was clear, you couldn't help but question aloud to distract you from your thoughts. "How are you still alive?"

Kirby turned and gave you a look, as if saying 'right now really isn't the time'. You sucked in a breath and nodded, letting her go back to what she was doing.

When you both made it to the room Ethan was talking about, you found Chad propped up against a counter. He looked dazed, on the verge of passing out—or dying. You immediately ran to him, crouching to his level.

"Chad, hey? Can you hear me?" you asked stupidly, grabbing his face.

"…Y-Y/N?" His voice was quiet and weak.

"Yeah, it's me," you answered. "I need you to hold on just a little bit longer, okay? It's almost over with."

"I'm trying," he hissed through his teeth.

"Y/N, when should we make our move?" Kirby asked, making you look to see her peering through the window.

You rubbed Chad's arm reassuringly before getting up to look through the other one right beside her. You could see a video of Richie when he was younger playing on the projector, causing you to scoff.

Kirby glanced at you and back at the scene. "That's the fucker who got you guys last year, isn't it?"

You nodded, feeling angry. All the pent up emotions you forced yourself to swallow over the past year were resurfacing. "Let's get them now."

She nodded, opening the door very quietly. You put your finger to your lips, gesturing for her to stay silent as you crawled forward to the memorabilia. Kirby whispered a bundle of words but you didn't listen as you discreetly reached up at one of the cases, opening it and stealing the knife that was being displayed.

You had no idea who it belonged to previously but you needed to get it just in case Tara or Sam needed one.

When you crawled back to Kirby, she had a surprised mixed with disbelief look on her face. "What the hell?"

"I had to get one for Sam and Tara," you responded.

"Just get behind me," she instructed, which you followed because she was someone you didn't want to piss off.

Kirby took a moment of contemplation, preparing herself before she leaped out, shooting perfectly at Bailey. She had two shots in his stomach but was stopped from continuing as Quinn tackled her to the floor.

You jumped out from your spot, stabbing her straight in the back and throwing her off Kirby.

"Y/N?" Tara questioned, running toward you.

You gasped in surprise when you felt her body being thrown on you, her arms wrapping around your waist. You had pry her arms off of you. "Here, give this to Sam," you said, handing her the knife. "Kill that motherfucker."

"I thought Ethan killed you," she said sadly, tears in her eyes.

Before you could respond, you fell forward into Tara's arms as Quinn stabbed you in the middle of your back. She pulled it out and was prepared to land another one until Ethan shoved her back to the ground, keeping her in place by shoving his knife straight into her chest. At this, Tara looked extremely confused, helping you gain your balance.

You glanced behind your shoulder to see what she was looking at and groaned as you straightened your posture to help yourself stand. "He's on our side," you let out before you pushed her toward Sam. "Just go help Sam—hurry! I'll take care of Quinn."

Tara nodded, making sure you were okay before running back to where Sam was struggling to keep Bailey down.

You turned to help Kirby up from the floor. She dusted herself off and grabbed her gun. "Thanks."

Then you two hovered over Quinn, who was gasping for air as Ethan twisted the knife, causing her to gasp. He pulled it out, blood flying to coat his face as she winced loudly.

Kirby rose her gun, aiming it at her forehead but you stopped her before she could pull the trigger. "Wait."

"What?" Kirby asked, confused.

You didn't answer, leaning down instead to hover above her face as she struggled to move, let alone speak. Blood was spewing out of her mouth as she tried to say something, probably an insult of some kind.

You straddled her waist, gripping her hair as you brought her face close to yours. "Ready to die just like your brother?"

Quinn's eyes widened but she wasn't able to do much as your knife sliced her throat, causing blood to run out. You stood up, returning back to your spot between Ethan and Kirby, watching as she took her last breath. Her eyes fell motionless, staring at the ceiling.

You turned your head to look at Ethan. "You okay?"

Ethan glanced at you, nodding. "Yeah. She was always a terrible sister, anyway."

His response made you smile. Kirby watched the two of you with a smile of her own. "You two did good."

"So did you," you complimented.

She ruffled your hair, earning a smile from you.

A gunshot caused you three to jump, turning around, prepared to attack but became aware that it was from Sam. Tara had the knife in her hand, covered in Bailey's blood as Sam was the cause of the bullet between his eyes.

When you approached them, Sam flinched at the sound of footsteps and rose the gun.

"Hey, it's just us!" Kirby hollered.

Sam nodded until she furrowed her brows, turning her aim at Ethan. He widened his eyes in fear, raising his hands.

"No, wait!" you shouted, jumping in front of him like you had done with Kirby previously. "He's with us."

"What?" Sam questioned.

"It's true," Kirby confirmed, taking a spot next to you in order to shield him as well. "He was the one who told us what to do in order to save you guys."

"But your dad and sister—"

"Are insane," Ethan finished her sentence. "I wanted nothing to do with this. The only reason I helped was because they threatened to kill Y/N," he explained to them, making you reach to hold his hand to comfort him. "I'm sorry for what I've caused and not being able to stop them before we got to this point. I'm really sorry."

"Sorry won't bring back the people we lost," Sam told him.

"I know." He nodded sadly.

"Sam." Tara brought her hand up to force her sister's arm down, making her lower her aim. "He helped us and he saved Y/N. He could've just let us die."

"We don't have time for this," Kirby groaned in annoyance, sticking her gun back into her holster. "You have to get to Chad. I'll call for help."

"Chad?" Tara questioned.

Kirby nodded, leading her into the room where he was situated. She left you, Sam and Ethan alone for any further conversation that needed to be made as she went to go help Tara and call the police.

Sam sighed, dropping the gun. "I can't forgive you, Ethan but I'm sure as time goes by, I can find a way to. You mean a lot to Y/N and she means a lot to me. So, if she's able to trust you and then I am too," she told him, giving a brief smile until she turned serious. "But if you do anything to hurt her, I won't hesitate to—"

"Got it," he interrupted, nodding sternly.

"Good," Sam responded. "I'm glad you two are safe."

"I'm glad you are too," you told her sadly, walking forward to give her hug. "Don't believe anything they said, Sam. You aren't like your father."

"I know, Y/N/N," she whispered, caressing your head.

You heard soft chatter coming from outside the theater room, catching your attention. "It must be the police."

"Let's go," Sam told you both.

You nodded, letting her walk first as you grabbed Ethan's hand in yours. Before you two continued, you paused, turning to face him with a sad expression. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ethan smiled, genuinely smiled, looking down from where you held his hand back into your eyes. "I will be because I got you and I couldn't be more thankful."

You grinned. As long as I got you.