#scream vi

[scream-source]

JENNA ORTEGA as TARA CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[fandomnerd9602]

Sam Carpenter x Male!Reader?

Sam corners a killer…

Y/N shoots the killer in the arm…

Sam; I had them!

Y/N: sure you did I just got them for you

Killer: look dude the lady had me first

Sam slams her fist into the killer’s face…

Y/N: I love you

Sam: mmm I know

[realhotgirlshitah]

…

Am I tripping or… 🧍🏾‍♀️

[scre6m]

SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[logray]

SCREAM (1996) SCREAM 2 (1997) SCREAM VI (2023)

[horrorwomensource]

JENNA ORTEGA as TARA CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[ladiesofcinema]

MELISSA BARRERA as SAM CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[pocfiction]

SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[junkfoodcinemas]

Jenna Ortega & Melissa Barrera as Tara & Sam Carpenter Scream VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[scream-source]

MELISSA BARRERA as SAM CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[gaypeople]

MELISSA BARRERA as SAM CARPENTER Scream VI (2023)

[saharzahids]

@finalgirlsource final girl appreciation week: day 4 — favorite final girl quote

"Because everyone dies, Sam. Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies."

[scre6m]

It’s a scream, baby! TJ MIKELOGAN’s HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT day thirty ↬ favorite horror movie franchise (insp / template)

[simoneashley]

Melissa Barrera as Sam Carpenter Scream VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett

[neo-novaa]

pretty boy

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking/drunk characters, slightly very suggestive ending, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: he is so babygirl

you’re on his lap, hands lost in his hair, his twitching around your waist.  your teeth clash as you’re desperately pulling at each other to get as much contact as possible. his lips still taste like cheap vodka, and you’re sure yours tastes the same; through all his noise, you can still hear the party raging on only a few floors down. 

you pull away to catch your breath, and your fingers are gently tracing the edges of ethans face. he’s nearly panting, his breathing always gets so husky when he’s making out with you.

ethan moved to bring your lips to his, but you’re gently pushing on his shoulders. 

“no, no—stop,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands. “lemme just…look at you.”

you’re drunk. you’re really drunk. and as much as you want to kiss him, an even greater part of you just wants to look at him. 

you trace his features; the soft wrinkles on his forehead, his prominent brow bone, the slight bags beneath his eyes and the almost invisible freckles just below them. you obsess over them. 

“what are you doing?” ethan slurs, trying to escape your grasp. 

“you’re pretty…” you’re mumbling to yourself. even through ethan’s silent protests you’re worship every detail of his face. 

“you’re drunk.” he retaliates while you gently thumb his cheekbones. 

“yeah, but i’m also right.” you scoff, grabbing ethans chin and yanking him towards you, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek. 

but you quickly return to mapping his skin, murmuring soft praise that even you weren’t aware of. 

but ethan was. he was very, very aware of it. 

“s’pretty,” your words slur together, coming out as soon as you’re able to think them. 

“did you know that? y’so pretty ethan…” you’re gently running your thumbs along his lips, and ethan’s eyes are locked on yours. 

“pretty boy…my pretty boy…” your fingers reach his neck and you trace the edges of ethans adams apple. you admire the way it hitches when you compliment him. 

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he replies, nervously, and after nearly a minute of silence on your part. if you were only half as drunk as you were now, you might’ve been able to catch that gap, and pieced together that ethan almost definitely had to hype himself up to say something like that. 

“oh yeah?” you straighten your back and your hands finally stop: one palm pressing into his chest, the other resting at the crook of his neck. you finally meet ethan’s gaze through glassy and half-lidded eyes.

you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips. 

you pull his lips to yours and ethan melts in the kiss. it’s nothing like the tooth and tongue from mere moments ago. it’s soft, languid, as if you have all the time in the world. 

but unfortunately, and rather obviously, you don’t. 

ethan had just finally worked up the courage to slide a hand under the hem of your shirt when the door swings open. 

ah. it’s chad. and he’s so clearly, visibly, ostensibly drunk. 

“yo someone just brought, like, three fucking keggers. i don’t give a shit about what you guys are doing you have got to get down here!”

at least he has the common courtesy to close the door behind him.  

you look back to ethan, his warm hands firm on your waist, those dilated puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

“you’re not going anywhere.” he murmurs firmly, pressing his lips to your skin. “especially not after calling me all those names.”

and yeah, maybe you’ll miss out on the best kegger this university will ever have, but at least you could say you were fucking your boyfriend instead.