#yandere tara carpenter

[froggywritesstuff]

yandere Tara Carpenter x male reader

holiday promise | yandere!tara carpenter

ship/pairing: Yandere!Tara Carpenter x male!reader

fandom: Scream

warnings: yandere, kidnapping, chains, being gagged, delusional Tara, slight stockholm syndrome, unwanted touching (not sexual), not proofread

word count: 731

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life. this is sort of christmas/holiday themed, so if you don't celebrate that kind of stuff, feel free to keep scrolling. I wrote this in like 20 minutes so apologies for the lack of good quality writing. no use of y/n

Tara wasn't an idiot. She knew when her sister was up to something. Especially when she roped her friends into it and they 'whispered' right outside Tara's room. She wasn't surprised though. Sam, Mindy and Chad had grown to be very protective of the people they cared about, especially when it came to Tara. So when Tara cried into her sister's arms over her missing boyfriend, she knew Sam would go overboard trying to help her.

Tara placed the last poster into her bag, and made her way to the door, preparing herself for the looks of pity she was bound to receive. As she opened the door, she rushed past her friends, noting their deer in the headlights looks as if they weren't expecting her to open the door so soon.

Sam quickly followed after her sister, "Tara, do you have a sec?" 

Tara sighed silently, setting her bag on the floor as she grabbed her shoes by the door, "Not really, I gotta go."

"Do you want some company?" Chad suggested, sounding a little too desperate and not at all like he, Mindy and Sam hadn't planned this.

Tara shook her head as she laced up her shoes, "No, not today."

"We're getting worried about you." Sam admitted, though it wasn't at all a secret to Tara.

Mindy nodded, "We know you wanna be alone, but you don't have to be. We're here for you. So if you wanna talk, or if you want some help putting up posters, you can come to us."

Tara stood up to her full height, slinging her bag strap around her shoulder and staring expressionlessly at the three, "I said I just wanna be alone."

With that, she was out the door. She went downstairs and outside the apartment building, being met with the cool wind outside. The sky was cloudy and grey, and the air smelled of rain. She briskly walked down the streets of New York, until she made her way down an alleyway. She looked around and behind her, checking no one was following her, before she reached into her pocket, pulled out some keys and entered an old, mostly abandoned building. Locking the door behind her, she walked further into the house, footsteps sounding against the stone floor, until she reached a locked door leading to a room. Unlocking the door with her keys again, she pushed open the door, smiling at the sight of you. You were curled up in the corner shivering, the chains around your wrists clattering together.

"Can I sit with you?"

You said nothing, which was mainly the result of a gag shoved in your mouth, but Tara took your wide-eyed fearful stare as a yes, and sat down beside you. She smiled, cuddling close to you and grabbing her bag, unzipping it and showing you it's contents.

"Since it's the holiday season, I thought I should get you some things." she pulled out a soft, fluffy blanket, wasting no time to wrap it around your shoulders. She knew you would need it, you were sitting on the stone ground all day, and the weather wasn't getting warmer any time soon. She pulled the gag out of your mouth, sending you into a coughing fit, and she grabbed some snacks, setting them on the ground in front of you. "Just because you're spending the holidays here, doesn't mean you can't celebrate with me."

As your coughs died down, you looked at her smiling face, and for the first time since Tara took you here, you felt a calm feeling. You never felt that when Tara was around. But maybe she did care? Maybe she did really love you, she just didn't know how to show it...

"Oh, I wanna show you something." you stared at the bag Tara was searching through, until she pulled out a poster that made your heart drop. At the top of the page was bold, black letters reading: MISSING. Underneath was your name, your picture, some other information about you, and Tara's phone number at the bottom. "How does this look?" she noticed your wide eyes and sensed your fear, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna let anyone find you, these are just so no one gets suspicious." she smiled at you, lifting her hand to your cheek, "I'm never gonna let anyone take you from me. That's a promise."

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Tara Carpenter Headcanons

Man IDK... This is what I'm doing [This is pretty short]

She absolutely adores you

She was to afraid to approach you in fear of rejection or embarrassing herself

She gets Sam to talk to you and pretty much 'wing woman'

She's more confident with alcohol in her system

"H-hey," She awkwardly waves, before finger gunning you. She leans on a table, before she ends up slipping and falling on her butt

^ "Oh my god, are you okay?" You reach for her and Tara's face is busted out in red

Will kill anyone for you, she does not care. You mean the world to her and she couldn't imagine anything bad happen to you

If anyone hurts or threatens you, they must have a death wish

She will emotionally manipulate you if she thinks you're losing interest in her

Probably the type to get a little hansy when drunk and clingy

God- So fucking clingy, like attached to your hip [Almost literally]

She laughs at all your jokes, even if they're stupid

She's very protective of you [And Sam by default]

You ask her out, though she does drop multiple hints that she wants to be your girlfriend

Some are more obvious than others, but she wants YOU to ask HER, because it feeds the delusion that you want her just as much as she wants you

She loves to cuddle and kissing you

The closer you two are, the better in her opinion [Both physically and mentally]

She's very warm, like a heater, so cuddles are the best

[6rookie-writer0110]

Tara Carpenter/ Yandere Ghostface…

•When Tara first saw you, it was love at first sight for her.

•Tara had to know everything about you.

•But when she found out that you were dating someone else, she didn't like that at all.

•Tara and her friends are having a party. She did talk to you but people would interrupt you and Tara, and she hated that.

•You didn't feel Tara pickpocket your phone. She walks away and you start to search for your phone.

•Tara puts a tracking app on your phone. Then she pretended to find it in another room.

•Tara started to stalk you. She found out where you lived and she lied to the maintenance saying that she is your girlfriend.

•The maintenance let Tara into your apartment. She starts to look around and she gets on your laptop. Then she starts to read everything on your laptop and then finds out where Quinn Bailey lives.

•Tara puts on the mask Ghostface and she goes to kill your girlfriend Quinn. She didn't feel bad for killing but she enjoyed it.

•You felt sad about what happened and Tara would comfort you.

•You fell for her charm then you started dating her.

•She would want to know what you would being doing or where you will go.

•Anywhere you went, Tara was right by your side.

•Wes didn't think it was healthy that you and Tara would spend every second together. She noticed that Wes was encouraging you to break up with her.

•Tara got mad. She puts on the mask and she sneaks into his house, and he was sleeping.

•She covered his mouth and he tried to fight back, but she stabbed him in the chest.

“You shouldn't have told Y/n to break up with me!” Tara yelled.

He tries to scream for help but she slit his throat. Then she starts to stab him multiple times.

•Tara is always affectionate with you.

•She would make you feel important and loved.

•Tara would stay at your place and some of her clothes would be there.

•She likes going to sleep wearing your shirt or hoodie.

•You went to the movies with some friends, but Tara tagged along. And your friends didn't like Tara at all.

•One time, you did try to break up with her but she manipulated not to break up with her.

•Tara did kill the person that was giving you a hard time.

•Officer Wayne Bailey, hates Sam and Tara.

•He told you how dangerous they are. Because of him, you find out who is their father.

•You told Tara and she won't lose you.

•Tara locked you in the basement and the windows are too small for you to use.

• Officer Wayne Bailey, wanted to kill Sam and Tara.

•But you managed to escape from the basement.

•He has the gun aimed at them. You are hiding and they haven't noticed you.

•You went to grab a knife from the kitchen.

•Something took over you.

•Before he can pull the trigger, you stab him in the back.

•Tara smiled. In her mind, that meant you are in love with her because you killed him to save them.

•You are breathing hard and dropped the knife.

“I knew that you love me!” Tara smiled.

“I-I don't know… I don't know what happened felt like something took over me” You said.

Tara put her hand on your face and then kissed you.

“We are meant to be. I will never let you go, Y/n” Tara smiled.

“You are Ghostface?” You asked.

“I did it to protect you” Tara smiled.

•You did help Tara and Sam get rid of the body.

[kingofthelizardpeople]

More yandere Tara carpenter but she is ghostface

Ghostface: What's your favorite scary movie?

Y/N: I kinda liked part 3 the most

Ghostface: No you idiot! What's your favorite horror movie?

Y/N: I don't know. The Thing? Nightmare 3: Dream Warriors?

A figure in a Ghostface costume jumps out of Y/Ns closet, pushing them down onto their bed, before pulling off the mask revealing:

Tara: Suprise! Now you have two options. Number one we can watch your favorite scary movies...

Y/N: Number 2?

Tara holds a knife to Y/Ns side

Tara: Staby staby

Y/N: Uhmmm.... one?

[nolovelingers]

NOT TOO CLOSE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ethan landry !!

⋆ ★ you remember the first night you met. the shared lingered feeling of a message you couldn’t quite decipher, something telling you all signs were red and pointing in the opposite direction; away from him. it’s too bad, you always had a thing for pretty boys. �� short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, ghostface!ethan ,, mentions of alcohol ,, first meeting ,, fem!reader ,, swearing

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if the formats funky !

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maybe it was the way the lights were strobing, the haze of the chattering college students lost in their own conversations; the smell of cheep booze and the familiar tinge of marijuana finding its way to your nose and leaving you with a twisted knot in your stomach, the effects of the own alcohol you previously consumed somehow contrasting itself by both numbing half your senses and heightening your other ones.

in the eyes of blackmore university, there was never a holiday too small nor an event too hyped to not celebrate in everyone’s own little way; a halloween party suited for what felt like a small village as you navigated the house packed of both familiar and unfamiliar faces, students laughing and socializing their way through their own buzzes.

not ethan.

clinging onto his roommates side, chad almost wanted to be annoyed by the way ethan couldn’t bare to branch himself off and meet new people but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so as a feeling often described as pity clouded his intoxicated senses.

“dude, we gotta get you a girlfriend.” chad joked (but not really), feet firmly planting on the ground next to the curly haired boy who leaned himself on the doorframe in front of the stairs; the two observing the party in their own little world.

chad wanted to meet new faces. ethan did not.

ethan rolled his eyes, clutching his red solo cup closer to him as a look contorted on his face that of annoyance and disgust before quickly letting his features fall flat and conjure a forced one, embarrassment.

“if it’s that much of a bother to you, you can go talk to some girls. ill just stay here.” he mumbled, looking like a child who just got rejected from buying a toy from their parent. deep down in the pits of his twisted heart he hoped chad would opt out of leaving, not wanting to appear like a loser as he stood alone and drank his embarrassment away.

“really? thanks bro, i was hoping to score some digits tonight.” chad smiled gratefully, already trying to turn away and leave the second ethan gave him his own sort of permission.

“what?! come on, dont leave me here by myself. i look stupid.” immediately ethan felt his heart drop of the idea being seen standing alone at a party, and no matter how much he had disdain to his so called ‘friends’, no matter how badly he wished nothing more than to see chads face as he plunged a knife sharp enough to cut through metal like cheese through his body; to see the life leaving his eyes and the wound oozing that beautiful crimson red color ethan couldn’t seem to get enough of, the last thing he wanted was to look awkwarder than he already was perceived to be.

“you just said i could go!” the dark-skinned boy argued, turning back around to face the taller brunette who gave him the most panicked look in return.

“yeah, cause i was hoping youd say no!”

“how does that make any sense?! if you didn’t want me to leave, just say that!”

ethans face turned into a bit of a pouting look as he silently pleaded for the martin boy to stay by his side.

“look, why don’t you just come with me? i don’t understand what you’re so freaked out about.” chad bargained with ethan who in turn immediately shook his head, planting his feet in the position they were in.

“nope, no way. girls are scary!” ethan spoke in a whiny tone, pausing for a moment before bringing his cup up to his lips and taking a swing of the hard hitting beverage, a stinging in his throat lasting for about a minute as he continued conversing with chad.

“and that’s exactly why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” the shorter boy witted back, causing ethans face to quickly form into what looked to be shock and hurt masking the actual feeling of anger he felt. joke or not, ethan was actually a very hot tempered boy who could get offended quite easily; not that anyone knew that.

the martin boy sighed and decided to rest a reassuring hand on the brown eyed boys shoulder, observing his face which was slightly shaded from the cardboard robot helmet he was wearing, probably another reason ethan was hardly getting any female attention. his costume.

“listen man, stand here and mope all you want, the whole part of a party is to meet people and have fun. i get your shy and you got that whole loner gimmick going on but i don’t want that to stop me from getting my chad on! ill be back here to meet up with you in an hour, maybe try meeting someone new, doesnt even have to be a girl at this point. just.. try, okay?”

chad offered ethan a sympathetic look which only made ethan cringe more before he removed his hand from his shoulder and took off to a group of dancing girls, smoothly sliding in and sparking up conversation almost immediately. how ethan envied that.

letting out an internal (and slightly external) groan, ethan brought his cup up to his lips once again and finished the rest of his drink, keeping his eyes trained on chad who was already talking and laughing with a group of students; entirely girls, that ethan shared a class with.

for almost a minute he didn’t move, suffering in silence and shooting a death glare at chad hidden under the dim lighting of the house. honestly? ethan couldn’t wait to kill him.

he felt isolated. watching everyone mingle and dance with their friends, lovers, and even strangers. he had no other solution than to to drink away his embarrassment, he thought, as he turned around to make his way to the kitchen where the alcohol was, taking one step forward and immediately running into someone shorter than him; their own drink splashing all over the both of them, wetting his cardboard chest piece and their outfit too.

“ah shit- fuck, im sorry about that, seriously.” he’s met with a small voice, not quiet but not extremely loud, gentle enough so that if you want to be able to hear it properly you’d have to tune the blasting music out and focus entirely on them.

jesus fucking christ, give me a break already! ethan thought to himself, annoyance brimming through his entire body as he glanced to the now darker and wet spots of his cardboard chestpiece before finally looking down and at the person who bumped into him, a girl.

“accidents happen, don’t worry about it.” he forced out, trying for the death of him not to want to reach out and strangle you right there; his face was met with an awkward half smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. despite his anger, he was able to take the time to notice that your face wasn’t half-bad to look at.

he continued to stare at you for a moment, waiting for you to say something, maybe to apologize again? to stumble out some stupid excuse? pathetically flirt? well, not that he’d really mind that last part if he was being honest. he liked the idea of having a girl liking him, but he was terrible at initiating anything.

“you all good? you’re not gonna malfunction on me or anything?” you joked, the both of you internally cringing just a bit at the awkwardness but it seemed to calm ethan from his current state of mind as he met you with furrowed eyebrows and a unsure smile.

“oh, the costume.” he spoke, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. “think ill be good.”

you nod, the fainted tinge of pink lighting up your cheeks and ethan studies you for a moment longer.

“are you new? i haven’t seen you on campus before.” curiously, the brunette boy watches your face for a reaction, taking note of your every move while under his watch.

“sorta. i mean, if you consider three months to be new. i transferred here a while ago, it’s always been my dream to move to new york so once i saved up some money i chased my dreams.” you explain, and ethan nods, finally allowing a boyish smile to consume his features. for the most part it was forced, continuing to hold up his friendly image.

he doesn’t have to reply before you hop to the next subject, this time you’re asking the question.

“aren’t you chads roommate?”

“yeah, im ethan. ethan landry. nice to meet you..?” he holds his hand out for a handshake, trailing off the edge of his sentence as he waits for you to finish.

“(y/n). nice to meet you, ethan ethan.” you accept the short handshake, gently shaking hands and noticing the unreasonable strength and grip to his hold that didn’t seem the match the innocent, and dare you say weak look written all over his face while making a bad joke about his name from his introduction that still seems to score a smile from him; and ethan couldn’t help but notice the fact he didn’t have to force this one on his face. it came naturally.

“(y/n),” he repeated, as if trying your name out for himself. he smiled a little, that same shy nerdy facade written all over his face. “you got a last name?”

“does it matter?”

“i- guess not?” he looked a bit caught off guard but there was no actual hostility or mystery in your voice, just some sass. you were honestly entertaining.

“so why’re you standing here all alone?” you switch topics again, which ethan took note of. your mind seemed to wonder fast, moving from one thing to the next with no hesitation.

“ah, it’s kinda embarrassing.” the boy admitted, a small warm blush coating his pale complexion as he found himself not wanting to tell you the real reason why. wait- a blush? no, that couldn’t be right. he must just be feeling hot. all the alcohol was effecting him, or something. “i don’t really know a lot of people here, so i was just hanging out with chad till he left me to go talk to some girls.”

“ah, a typical chad move. literally and figuratively.” you nod, feeling yourself start to relax your body language more around the curly haired brunette the longer you were near him.

he chuckled, looking at you with those sweet chocolate brown eyes of his that gave you the most heartwarming feeling. “you’re kinda funny.” he tries to compliment, smiling now, a more natural grin than the ones he offered you originally. though it could be taken as a compliment or an insult, his tone genuinely sounded sincere, like he had no bad intentions. he was just an awkward guy who had no idea how to socialize or talk to the pretty girl in front of him pretty girls.

“i kinda thank you?” you respond, definitely confused on how to take in his comment.

he smiled awkwardly at you and seemed to look as if he was hiding his face as he glanced to the floor. “sorry,” he mumbled, and you felt your heart twinge as he resembled that of a hurt puppy.

“you’re good. i appreciate the sentiment.” reassuring him, he glanced back up at you with a crooked toothless smile, feeling his guard come down all around him. he had no idea why he was feeling this way, or why it felt so easy to talk to you.

there was a moment where silence fell between the two of you, staring deeply into your eyes he looked like he wanted to say something, an internal struggle of conflict in his mind while you simply watched in utter bliss and oblivion to the situation.

“i guess i should get going, i have to find my friend before they run off with some stranger they just met to hook up with. ill see you around though?” you offer him politely, and ethan felt a strange hollowness in his heart at the idea of you leaving him, but he pushed those feelings back and nodded anyway.

you’re about to turn around, start the search for your your friend in the mass of drunken college students, and you make it about five whole feet away before a voice calls your name. ethans voice.

“hey, (y/n)?” you turn around, meeting his eyes again. there’s something in them this time. it’s noticeable now as he locks eyes without you. something a bit sinister about the way he holds your gaze and his stance now looks like he’s taking over the whole room, confident but dark all the same.

“yeah?” you ask. you definitely notice the way his eyes have lost all emotion except one: danger. but this is ethan, ethans a nice boy. it must be the dim lighting and the short yet further distance between the two of you than it previously was.

“don’t get too close to me.” he warns you, and you feel a strange feeling crawl up your spine. the way he looks at you while he says it. the way his tone has completely voided from the sweet voice you were speaking to before and the aura all around him that now screams danger.

you don’t know what to do, unsure of what to say. maybe he was joking, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he really just didn’t want your companionship.

all you can do is awkwardly smile. “ill see you around, ethan.” and with that, you walk away from him, searching the packed house for your friend and forgetting about the short yet easy-going (up until the end) conversation you held with the landry boy.

and though you’ve pushed your interaction to the back of your head, ethans eyes never once leaves the back of yours.

𓂃  ࣪   ˖ 𖦹 a/n :: the most unrealistic part of scream vi is that ethans a virgin

started 08.04.23. finished 08.04.23.

(о´∀`о)

©️nolovelingers 2023

[angelofthenight]

Ethan: You know, this morning (y/n) really pissed me off. You know what they did?

Chad: What?

Ethan: They opened the door for another guy

Tara: …he was in a wheelchair

[blushhingblue]

Droplets of Crimson

Yandere!Amber Freeman x Reader

angst, suggestive

You hated storms. How the thousands of rain droplets pattered on your window. How each strike of lightning caused a new sense of fear to run cold through your veins. But this storm was different. You didn’t have the familiar affirmations or soothing touches of your girlfriend, Amber.

You sat on your couch, bundled in many blankets hoping that one would provide the warmth she does. The irregular tattoo of tapping rain made you worried. Something about the way the room was only illuminated dully and the familiar gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach kept building was causing you great paranoia. Your enervated eyes glanced back and forth at each newfound sound.

A few minutes later, there was a loud bang at the door that almost blended into the claps of thunder. You jumped in surprise and got up to investigate. Your hand was shaky as you reached for the doorknob, internally wishing you had bought a door with a peephole. Opening it, you were met with none other an Amber in the worst state you’ve ever seen her.

Her mascara was stained into her puffy cheeks. Her teeth chattered violently as she hugged herself, looking at you with dull eyes. She was wearing your hoodie, but it was sopping wet from the rain.

“Could I please come in?” She asked, looking at you expectantly.

You nodded hesitantly and moved out of her way to welcome her inside. Immediately when you closed the door, she hugged you with such force you were slammed against it. With restrained breathing, you didn’t hug back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away. You were stiff as a board allowing her to envelop you as she pleased.

“Hug me back, please. I’ve missed you so much.” She pleaded, her tears leaving your neck wet and itchy.

Though, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to and even if you did, your body wouldn’t oblige you due to the pure hatred you felt for the girl. She was clinging to you like a sloth to a tree branch, and you hated it.

“Get off of me,” You said, trying to be stern, but there was still an evident shakiness in your voice.

She listened and let go, but the sadness that was once in her eyes was now replaced with a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Amber, I don’t think I can forgive you,”

It was silent for a moment, neither of us having the courage to speak. She kept staring at you whilst you kept avoiding her gaze and averting your eyes to the floor. After what felt like hours, Amber broke the silence, “It was an accident. It’ll never happen again!”

“You accidentally threatened Tara? You’re so full of it! Tara and I are just friends and if you want to continue this relationship, you have to get that through your thick skull,” You yelled.

Your body temperature was rising and staring at the faux innocence Amber was displaying only made you more angry. Everything about her vouched for her virtue except for her eyes which were pure evil.

“All I did was tell her to stay away from you,”

“Yeah, and you threatened to stab her to death if she didn’t!”

“Look, I’m sorry! Sometimes I just feel like I love you too much,” She explained.

A lump welled in your throat when she said that, fully aware of the double meaning. It took every ounce of grit you had to swallow your tears and officially leave her.

“Just get out. Were over,” You spoke through your teeth and with your whole chest.

“You can’t just abandon me after all we’ve been through! Y/N, you’re all I have.” Amber begged.

Her hand mysteriously reached into the back pocket of her jeans. You could feel the drum of your heart against your chest. She inched towards you and each time she took a step forward, you took one back. To her, it felt like an exchange of betrayal.

“Stop moving away! I just want to talk this out with you,” She said in a saccharine manner that repelled you further.

Before you knew it, you fell onto the couch. She smirked, showing an uncanny resemblance to the devil, knowing she had you trapped and at her will. In one swift motion, she straddled your lap and pulled a knife out of her back pocket. The cool, sharp blade was pushed at your jugular slightly nicking your skin.

“Okay, Amber, you’re right. Let’s just talk this out,” You spoke slowly in fear of the dagger pushing further into your neck.

“No I think I like this better,” She said seductively, grinding lightly on your lap.

She ran the knife lightly across your cheek and admired the cut for a few seconds.

“I’m not leaving anytime soon,” Amber enunciated as she continued to add more small, shallow cuts all over your body, "And if you ever try to leave me again, I'll go through with my threat against Tara."

[fandomnerd9602]

Tara Carpenter x Yandere Ghostface!reader? Please :D?

Y/N continues tying up Tara…

Tara: baby you know the games I like

Y/N: what?! This is supposed to be scary

Tara: the only thing scaring me is how much I love you right now.

Y/N:

Tara: what?

Y/N: I-I love you too

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Tamber Morning and Night Routine:

(Tara Carpenter and Amber Freeman morning and night routine)

Morning Routine:

I wake up to both of them cuddling me tightly in their arms.

Amber was awake before Tara and I.

Amber and I sat in bed together talking while waiting for Tara to wake up.

Once Tara did get up we got up and went to the kitchen.

We all made breakfast together.

Then we ate breakfast together.

After breakfast we took turns taking a shower.

Night Routine:

We had an eventful day working together.

Then we all made dinner together.

With dinner Amber put on a horror movie for us.

After dinner we all went upstairs to our bedroom together.

We cuddled up and fell asleep together.

[kining-the-evil]

you did yandere for sam now its taras turn to be yandere

Yandere!Tara Carpenter Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere!Tara, stalking, internet stalking, mental manipulation, mental abuse, kidnapping, obsession, gaslighting, and other themes.

Scream taglist: none. Let me know if you want added

Scream Masterlist. Other Masterlists

Tara is the queen of gaslighting. She holds herself with such confidence, and you can’t help but trust what she’s saying

She doesn’t like scaring you at all. Tara can almost convince herself that it’s a mutual, loving, normal, relationship; so scaring you isn’t something she wants to do

She’s also really good at stalking- but she won’t call it that. It’s just her ‘keeping an eye on you’.

Has full control of any social media you may have, having all of your passwords. She also follows you on multiple accounts, including secret ones.

That way if you are hiding something she’s more likely to see it

Tara would be willing to kidnap you, but she gaslights you into thinking you want to be there

Making you feel bad if you want space, saying it was your idea(even though it wasn’t), etc.

She is possessive, but no so much in a violent way.

She would mark your neck up every night, pick out your clothes, make you stay by her side the whole time your out, and hold her hand the whole time. Just so everyone knows you’re hers

She would be the type to get you a necklace that says ‘property of Tara’

It would take a lot for Tara to actually kill someone. She has pretty good control over you, so there is no point in her mind

But say you tried to escape, and she found out someone was helping you; that would be a reason she’d go over the edge.

She would make you watch when she does, using it as a ‘teaching moment’. If you want to go against her, this is what will happen.

And when it’s done she would be sobbing, blaming you for what happened.

“Look what you made me do! I’m a murderer now! How could you!?”

Although, it’s a toss up on if the tears are real. She may be generally upset by her actions, or it could be another act. You’ll never know.

[froggywritesstuff]

Yandere Tara Carpenter x Male Reader?

protective | yandere!tara carpenter

Pairing: Yandere!Tara Carpenter x male!reader 

Warnings: possessiveness, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, gaslighting, being tied up, swearing, Tara has anger issues, pet names (goodboy, babe)

Fandom: Scream

Word Count: 1317

A/N: so sorry for how long this took, hope you enjoy and happy spooky season. fem readers DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Tara was protective. She always thought she had to be, especially after her encounters with multiple murderers trying to kill her. Lately she had been projecting her protective ways onto you. At first it was sweet. She cared about you so much she just wanted to keep you safe. But soon she began taking it too far. She'd never let you leave your shared apartment on your own, and if she did, she'd demand to know where you were going and how long you'd be, and she'd be constantly texting you while you were out to check on you. You knew she had good intentions, but it was starting to make you uncomfortable. And whenever you confronted her about it, she’d immediately deny it and act like she’d done nothing wrong.

”Tara, I just wanna go out on my own.”

”Babe, you go out on your own all the time, I get so lonely.”

”That’s not true. And when you do let me out on my own, you still never leave me alone.” You hated arguing with Tara, but you couldn’t let her behaviour go on for any longer.

“Sorry, are you getting mad that I check up on you to make sure you’re ok?” she glared at you and you had to hold back a sigh of frustration.

”No, I’m getting mad that you can’t leave me alone for one second. Tara, I love you, and I know you’re just protective, but you can ease back a bit in protecting me. I promise.”

You watched her expression go from angered, confused, thinking, then to understanding (at least you thought she was understanding).

She nodded, a sigh slipping from her lips, "You're right. I am over protective of you. I can't control you, and I'm sorry I thought I could."

A shocked expression covered your face, "Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd take this so well."

Tara laughed slightly, "Come on babe, give me some credit."

Her smile was contagious, "You're right, I'm sorry."

She took your hand in hers, "Can I walk you outside?" you nodded with a wide smile, proud of how she was willing to fix her behaviour. You two walked out the apartment door, before she stopped you, “Phone?”

”Huh?”

She laughed softly, “You’re really gonna leave without your phone.”

You laughed in understanding, “One sec, I’ll go grab it.”

You walked to your room where you know you left it, squinting in confusion as it was nowhere to be found. You went back to Tara, about to ask if she knew where it would be, but she was also nowhere to be found.

”Tara?” you called, receiving no response other than the silence. You went to turn and look for her, when a damp cloth covered your mouth and nose, making your stomach drop with fear.

You struggled against their firm grip against your chest, feeling your vision grow blurry, and sounds going muffled. It didn’t take long before your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and you eventually collapsed to the floor.

———

Your eyes flutter open, confused as you look around you, finding yourself in your bedroom. The last thing you remember is that you were meant to be going out, without Tara. Now you were in your room. Something was very wrong. You go to readjust your position on the bed, heart skipping a beat when you feel ropes around your wrist binding you to the bed frame. You struggle against them, a sharp pain sends up your arms as the rope digs into your skin, causing your head to pound. You look up with a startle as you hear the door open, squinting in confusion as Tara enters the room. She looks distraught, as if she was the one tied to the bed frame.

She walks closer to you, offering a strained smile as she sits on the edge of the bed. 

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” You stare at her, eyeing her cautiously. “Tara, why am I tied up?”

She stares coldly, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m keeping you safe.”

”Tara please.” You beg, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you stared at her with glossy eyes. 

”Y/N, you can’t protect yourself. I was so fucking sick of having to explain it to you just for you to ignore me. I was trying to help you and keep you safe. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you. So now, I can permanently keep you safe.” She speaks, and you notice her eyes avoiding looking at yours.

”Please let me go. You can’t keep me locked up here, Tara.” You beg and plead with teary eyes, praying to whatever god that she’ll take pity on you and untie you. Your heart pumps quickly with fear as you lose hope every second that you’ll make it out of this room alive.

“I can’t let you go. I-I’m doing this for your own good, why don’t you understand that?” She yells, voice cracking with the last sentence. You can’t shake the feeling that she’s trying to convince herself. Convince herself that it’s not her fault, and that she’s not in the wrong. But whether or not she feels guilty for kidnapping you is the least of your worries. 

“Tara-"

"Just stop being so fucking difficult!" she shouts, her voice hitting your ears like daggers. You flinch back, doing your best to steady your breathing. You both stay silent, the only sound being your small, shaky breaths.

Seeing your fearful state, Tara sighs, standing up from the bed and leaving without a word, taking deep breaths as she does.

You're left alone on the bed, millions of thoughts rushing through your mind, making it impossible to focus on a singular thought. You attempt to make some sense of the situation, Tara's words replaying on repeat through your mind, but nothing makes sense. You knew she was extra protective ever since the murders, but you can't even fathom the thought of Tara doing something like this. Even though you're living proof that she has.

You rustle the ropes again, seeing if they'll loosen up, but to no avail. You're left with sore arms and a returning headache. You shut your eyes, steadying your breathing again, and you don't even notice Tara walking in, until you feel the weight shift on the spot beside you.

"You said your head hurts?" she's holding a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich. She holds the glass of water up to your lips, "Drink it." she instructs. Your headache grows less painful as the cool water slides down your throat. Without realising, you drink the entire glass, only noticing once Tara takes the glass away from you and sets it on the bedside table. Her dark eyes shift back to you, and for a moment you almost forget how afraid of her you are.

"I'm sorry if I scared you before." she begins, bringing the sandwich to your mouth and feeding it to you, "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I was just frustrated." she pauses, before putting the sandwich back on the plate and placing it next to the empty glass, "But you need to understand that I'm not going to let you go." Her expression and voice holds no emotion, making the moment even more unnerving, "I'm keeping you here because I love you.  I'm doing this for you. So if you don't want me to yell at you, you need to do as you're told and listen to me when I tell you you can't leave."

You stare at her, her words doing nothing to comfort you.

"Do you understand?"

You just nod your head, not wanting to even think about what she'd do if you upset her again.

She smiles at you, but it doesn't reach her eyes, "Good boy."

[thegr33nc0met]

Scream Masterlist

♥︎Billy Loomis

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

♥︎Stu Macher

Yandere Headcanons

Dating Headcanons

Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

♥︎Mickey Altieri

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♥︎Roman Bridger

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♥︎Jill Roberts

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♥︎Charlie Walker

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♥︎Richie Kirsch

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♥︎Amber Freeman

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♥︎Ethan Landry

Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)

Yandere Ethan x MILF/DILF!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎Quinn Bailey

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♥︎Sam Carpenter

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♥︎Tara Carpenter

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♥︎Chad Meeks-Martin

Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)

♥︎Mindy Meeks-Martin

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where ethan mistook your kindness for love. (requested)

Warnings: death, angst, obsessive ethan, lowkey yandere ethan, takes place mostly in the climax of scream vi, blood, mentions of blood, mentions of death, use of knives, all around fun stuff (clearly)

Word Count: 1.9k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

Ethan’s crush on you wasn’t as well hidden as he probably thought it was. 

Every single person in the friend group knew about his feelings for you as he did a really bad job at hiding it. You were the only exception as it seemed as though you had no clue of the poor boy’s infatuation with you. 

There was rarely a time where Ethan wasn’t around you, and unluckily for him - or luckily for him, who really knows - your friendships had always consisted of touch. Hand holding, hugs, kisses on the cheek; they were all things you normally did with your friends. And they were things you currently do with Ethan, platonically. You were oblivious to how seriously he took your displays of affection. 

To him, it went beyond you just being friendly. You had to be into him, right? There was no way you weren’t, no way your lingering touches meant nothing to you when they meant everything to him. There was just no way.

But it was true. Ethan was a good friend, and that was all you saw him as. 

Since Anika and Quinn had been killed in the Carpenter apartment, it was no longer your safe space. Instead, you found yourself sitting quietly on the couch in Chad and Ethan’s place. 

Your leg was bouncing uncontrollably as Tara, Sam, Mindy and Chad talked amongst themselves in the kitchen. Ethan was beside his roommate, pretending like he was listening to the endless conversation, but he was really just looking over at you. The way your body curled up by the edge of the couch, your knees pressed to your chest as you stared at the TV screen, eyes tired and scared. 

You were just so cute. 

Ethan nudges Chad’s elbow with his own before leaving the kitchen, and a rather boring conversation, and making his way to you. “Hey, Y/n/n,” he says, his heart skipping a beat at the way you looked up at him and gave him a small smile, murmuring a quiet ‘hi’ back to him. “How are you holding up?”

You shrug, keeping your arms locked around your legs as he sits next to you, leaving less than a couple inches between you. “I’m fine,” your voice came out shaky and told him just how full of fear you were. He just wanted to pull you into his arms and assure you that there was no way in hell any harm would be done to you. Not if he had a say in it. “I just can’t believe this is happening again.”

You were one of the many survivors of the Woodsboro murders, Sam having protected you last time as she considered you her second sister. Growing up, you and Tara were really close, and by default, you were also close with Sam. She took care of you when your parents didn’t, looked after you when she had better things to do, and even took a stab to the shoulder a few days ago when she saw that the knife was heading straight for you.

When you heard that they were leaving for New York you were devastated. That only lasted about an hour or so until Sam asked you to go with them, and now here you are. 

“You know what’s awful?” You ask and look over at Ethan, not noticing that he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he sat down. “I almost wish I died last time. I can’t keep living in fear, Eth. It’s not right.”

Tears gathered in your eyes and you quickly looked away. 

“Sorry. I don’t know why I told you that,” you mumbled, bringing your sleeve covered hand up to wipe under your eyes.

“Hey, come here,” he said quietly and you glanced over at him before allowing him to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You bury yourself in his side as you try to keep your tears from spilling onto his dark shirt. “Don’t be sorry. You’re just scared and you have every right to be. It might not mean much, but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You lift your head and give him a sad smile. “You can’t make those kind of promises, Eth,”

His heart swells at how cute his nickname sounded when you said it. “I just did,” he answered simply. 

Scoffing playfully, you sit up a bit and wrap your arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a grateful hug. “Thanks for being so awesome,” you say quietly, your chin resting against his neck.

Ethan felt like he was dreaming when he allowed himself the pleasure of returning the embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and pulling you even closer. 

-

 Your heart felt like it was failing you as you slammed your elbow down onto one of the display cases. Ignoring the pain that shot up your arm, you reached into the case and grabbed Charlie’s knife, ready to drive it into one of the Ghostface’s backs once they turned around to attack Tara. 

The feeling of cool metal was placed against the back of your head, making your heart stop. “I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart,” you hear the voice of Detective Bailey, who you had just recently found out was working with the killers. 

The Ghostface you were just about to stab turned around to see what he was talking about. “Jesus, dad, don’t!” The voice of Ghostface morphed into the one of Ethan as he pulled the mask off his head. Your heart fell to the floor as you stared at him, wide eyed. “Please, leave her out of this.”

“She was going to stab you, son,” Bailey said as he pushed you forward. 

You caught yourself, unwillingly grabbing hold of Ethan’s arms as he reached out to steady you. “Son?” You seethe, pushing yourself away from him. “You’re his fucking son?”

Ethan stepped towards you, holding his hands out in surrender. “Please, Y/n/n,” he said desperately. “You have to understand. You weren’t supposed to find out like this. I was going to tell you once everything was over and you and I were finally together, like we’re supposed to be.”

Your eyes widen and a scoff of disbelief leaves your lips. “Together? You and me?” You ask, watching as his brows furrowed. “You’re fucking crazy. I’d never be with you, not even before I found out you’re the fucking killer.”

His eyes darken at your words. “We’re meant to be together, Y/n,” he dared to step closer to you and your heart skipped a beat at the fact that you had nowhere to run. Ethan was in front of you while his dad was behind you, effectively blocking any exit. “You’ll see.”

Sam called out to you from her place on the balcony, Tara right beside her as they looked down at you. She pointed towards the ladder that was behind Ethan and you quickly formed a plan in your head.

Ethan stepped closer to you, his hand outstretched to you. “Let me finish this, then we’ll go from there,” his hand wrapped around your wrist, his other one coming over to take the knife from you. 

You let him and even move a step or two towards him, your hand hesitantly raising. Once it was placed on his shoulder, and his guard was let down for half a second, you gave him a harsh shove. Since his hand was still wrapped around your wrist, when he fell back you ended up falling on top of him.

His hands grip your waist, a devious smirk on his lips. “I’ve always wanted to see you in this position,” 

You let out a noise of disgust as you grab the knife that had been knocked out of his hand and drive it into his shoulder. “In your dreams,” 

When the knife pierced through his skin and his cry of pain sounded throughout the room, you got off him and sprinted towards the ladder, barely missing the shots fired by Bailey as you did so. On your way over, you grabbed Kirby’s gun and tucked it away in the back of your pants as you climbed. 

As you began making your way towards the sisters, Ethan sat up and pulled the knife from his shoulder with a loud grunt. “I told you to leave her out of this,” he muttered to his dad, relieved that he had failed to hit you with any of the bullets. You were just confused right now, and this was just something he’d have to help you move past once everyone was dead and the two of you got the hell out of this city.

“Christ, Ethan,” Bailey shook his head, pocketing the gun and reaching his hand out to help his son stand up. “You wait down here while I go find the stairs with Quinn.”

Ethan nodded, watching as his father and sister fled the room. He looked up just as you lost your footing. He was beneath the railing within seconds as you held onto Sam’s hand for dear life, a cry of fear leaving you once you felt your grip loosen. “It’s okay, baby,” Ethan called up to you, only adding fuel to the fire of fear building within you. “Come back down to me. We can leave now and let my family do the rest. It’s okay.”

“Fuck,” Sam muttered as she tried to readjust her hold on you. “Fuck, you’re slipping, Tara help.”

Tara reached around her sister and also held onto you, but you knew it was a poor attempt as her hands were also covered in blood. “Oh, God,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you silently pleaded to anyone who was listening for this to just be a dream. 

“Let go, Y/n,” Ethan said from under you, dropping his knife in a way of showing you that he wouldn’t hurt you. “You never have to be scared ever again. It can all be over. I love you, please, come to me.”

You open your eyes and look down at him. “You love me?” You ask just as Bailey and Quinn make it up the stairs. You knew Tara and Sam needed to be able to protect themselves, and they couldn’t do that when they were holding onto you. Another plan quickly formed in your head.

“I do,” Ethan answers you. “I love you so much. I know you love me, too.”

You look away and at the knife that Tara was holding in her free hand. As discreetly as you could, you grab the gun from its place in your pocket and shove it into one of Sam’s hands, taking the knife from the younger sister afterwards. “Ethan,” you called down to him, masking your voice to sound more desperate. “Help me, please.”

He opened his arms as he stared up at you. “Let go, baby,” he said and you gave Sam a sad smile as she finally realised what you were doing. “I got you.”

You let your hand slip from hers and watch as she immediately turned and pointed the gun at Quinn. Clutching the knife tightly as you fell, you take a second to ready yourself for what you were about to do. As Ethan’s arms caught you, you both fell to your knees, a look of shock forming his face when he felt the knife pierce right through his heart. 

“I could never love a monster like you,” you mutter, pulling the knife out and pushing his body backwards, watching as he fell onto his back, his hand slipping from yours in the process.

[kingofthelizardpeople]

Yandere Tara Carpenter?

Y/N: You would tell me if you're the killer. Right Tara

Tara:...

Y/N: Right?

Tara:... maybe

Y/N throws their arms around Tara's neck

Y/N: Wait....

Tara grabs Y/Ns back

Tara: The next person that tries to talk to you, will miss the sequel

Y/N gulps when Tara forces them into a kiss

[6rookie-writer0110]

master list #76

Slow down the night - John Constantine x male reader

Bix Caleen Headcanon

I will let you haunt me - Bix Caleen x Male Reader (Some Smut)

Everything is turning grey - Tony Stark X Male Reader (Smut)

Sam Carpenter x Male Reader Headcannon

Don't wait up - Sam Carpenter X Male Reader (Smut)

The night will kill us - Sam Carpenter x Male Reader

Late-night talks & murder she wrote - Sam Carpenter x Male Reader

Private Party - Samantha Carpenter x Male Reader x Amber Freeman (Smut)

The appointment - Jensen Ackles X Male Reader (Smut)

There's a reason - Jensen Ackles x Male Reader (Smut)

Summer Nights - Jensen Ackles x Male Reader-PornStar (Smut)

Higher Fire - Jensen Ackles x Male Reader (Smut)

The Secret - Steve Rogers x Male Reader (Smut)

Any day now - Jessica Alba x Male Reader (Smut)

This game is not tough with you tonight - Male Reader x Jessica Alba

Tara Carpenter/ Yandere Ghostface…

[shadowmythe]

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✮ I am open to writing nsfw content

✮ I will write: fluff and smut

✮ I write for:

My Hero Academia (Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Kyoka Jiro, Mina Ashido, Momo Yaoyurozu, Itsuka Kendo, Keigo Takami/Hawks)

Disney/Pixar (Valentina "Val" Ortiz, GoGo Tomago, Maya Hart, Sasha Waybright, Emira Blight, Wendy Corduroy, Isabela Madrigal)

Marvel (Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, America Chavez)

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell, Riza Hawkeye, Olivier Mira Hawkeye, Roy Mustang)

Scream (Kirby Reed, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter)

The Disasterous Life of Saiki K (Kusuo Saiki, Kokomi Teruhashi)

Stranger Things (Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield)

Ouran High School Host Club (Kyoya Ootori, Haruhi Fujioka)

Grey's Anatomy (Reed Adamson, Lexi Grey)

The Hunger Games (Johanna Mason, Katniss Everdeen)

Shadowhunter Chronicles (Tessa Gray, Cecily Herondale, Sophie Collins, Anna Lightwood, Cordelia Carstairs, Isabelle Lightwood, Clary Fairchild, Helen Blackthorn, Aline Penhallow, Cristina Mendoza Rosales, Emma Carstairs)

She-Ra Princesses of Power (Mermista, Adora, Glimmer, Spinerella, Netossa, Mara)

How To Train Your Dragon (Astrid Hofferson, Heather)

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (Enoch, Emma)

Bridgerton (Daphne, Eloise)

Life Is Strange (Chloe Price)

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen, Ivy, Jules)

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✮ I don't write angst very often

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updated 28/11/2024

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