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infernalodie · 11 months

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hii, can you make a sam carpenter x fem!reader, where after they all go to college (the group; tara, chad, mindy and reader) sam starts to notice her feelings for tara’s best friend (reader, obviously) maybe with smut and bottom!reader pls? i love your writing btw

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 (𝐏𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺"

Inspo: DaniLeigh - Easy

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Her desire for you was primal and naked...

Warning: Fluff, possessive Sam, smut, praise kink, oral (R receiving), fingering, squirting, corruption kink, sub!reader, dom!Sam Carpenter, and a splash of more fluff.

Part Two

Words: 2881

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Samantha didn’t know what to think when she first realize the feelings she had for you. Truthfully, it wasn’t something big as it may be shown in movies or TV. It was subtle. Slipping into her bloodstream and quickening her heart rate whenever your presence was in her vicinity. As if her body knew exactly what she wanted.

It was something small that sparked it.

She only met you after the whole incident with Amber and Richie. When the news came out about Tara being harmed in the spree, you showed up at the hospital unannounced. Pouncing onto the injured girl and promising her that you would protect her at all costs. But that had been the first time Samantha met you.

The first time she talked to you officially besides 4 word sentences was at the airport when you decided to drop everything and join the group in moving to New York. Everyone was passed out waiting for time to pass that would be the announcement for everyone to board the flight. You were seated next to her, listening to music with a gentle hum surfacing from your throat.

And the melody was recognizable to Sam, so she gently nudged you. Making you pull your headset off with a quiet hum, big eyes looking up at her curiously. And her guess on the song was correct; internet crush by Jeremy Zucker. That devolved from music to the purpose it held for the two of you to then personal life. How you left your mother behind who did nothing but drank herself to sleep every night. Hoping a bottle would fill the hole that had been left since your sister died. You both resonated with the shared issues revolving around your guys’ parents. Missing fathers and alcoholic mothers.

From that point on, the remote reaction when you appeared before Sam came from a bubbling euphoric aroma that clouded her thoughts. Abiding by every request and treating you like a queen. Thoughts around you become obscured by her admiration for you. Able to pinpoint the specific things about you that she adored and tell anyone why she loved them so much. Your hands. They were so small and delicate in hers. How you held her hand when you wanted to show her something interesting. Or there were your eyes. Full of innocence compared to Sam’s or Tara’s. How they would twinkle (or it might be Sam’s imagination) whenever you asked a question or looked up at her. Then there was your height which was significantly shorter compared to hers. Coming about 2 inches shorter or so than Tara. But Sam loved the idea of towering over you or even being able to hoist you onto the surface. Feel your small hands hold her face as you made some childish joke.

If she could, she would write an essay about all the things she loved about you and why. But she wasn’t sure there was enough paper in the world for that. So, she would rely on her inner monologue to keep track of all the beautiful qualities surrounding you.

And tonight was no exception. You looked as beautiful as always; skinny jeans with one of her shirts that were baggy on you. Swallowing your frame to a certain extent, but allowing her to make out the curve of your hips. It looked cute. Sam wasn’t afraid to make it known that she was staring either. After all, she’d asked you to stay close since this was a party and there weren’t many people either of you knew in New York.

So, to please her, you did as she asked. Staying within arm’s length and one of her fingers secretly hooked in one of your belt loops. Unbothered by the faint tug once and a while. But you continued chatting with some people and getting to know a bit about the city and some parties that were being planned. But you hadn’t noticed a guy awkwardly make his way over from Chad and a group of guys from his classes. Sam had seen it though and judging by Chad’s teasing smirk, he was tempting her to do something about it.

To show her protectiveness over you.

Everyone in the group knew that Sam had feelings for you, except you. Tara didn’t like the idea simply because she found it gross. Often warning Sam that she would kill her if you two ever hooked up or dated. But Sam wasn’t good with listening to orders. Especially if it revolved around you.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you from around here?” A random boy asked, dragging your attention from a girl you’d been talking to. He was a good foot taller than you. Curly strands and a romanticizing aura about him. He looked like the type that tried to fit in with the cool kids and get laid, but he was too good for that. A classic cliche.

Seeing your confused expression, he placed a hand on his chest with a chuckle. “Sorry, my bad. I’m Ethan. A pleasure to meet you.”

You’d had your run in’s with guys trying to flirt. Yet, you still had the same question pop up in your head; how do I let them down easy? It would take a simple, “Sorry, I’m not really interested,” or an, “I’m already taken. Sorry,” but you felt like it was too harsh. And to be honest, the guy had a creepy look in his eyes. Most times you humoured people and gave them a chance to catch your attention. Try and hold a strong conversation, but when you start to try up talking points that seemed too complex for them, they fell face flat. With this “Ethan”, you weren’t really at the spot to humour whatever he had to say.

“Uh, I’m good, thanks,” you said as politely as possible. Forcing a smile before turning your gaze back to the girl you were talking to before.

Ethan laughed, glancing back at Chad who waved at him encouragingly. Hesitantly reaching toward you and places his hand on your shoulder. “I never caught your name-”

“Is there a problem?” Sam’s arms curled around your waist, gently pulling you to sit in her lap with your arm instinctively wrapping around her shoulders. Managing to save face with a gentle smile playing across your lips, looking up at the boy.

But it felt like years before Ethan responded and you were able to feel Sam’s hands move at a tantalizingly slow pace. Almost teasing you. Once resting on your hips and holding you right on her crotch, they now ran up and down your thighs. Her nails dug into the denim pants and lips kissing the exposed parts of your skin. Shoulders, neck, and ear which she promptly nibbled on.

You weren’t sure if she was just trying to push the motive of you two being an “item”. But it felt amazing.

“She’s your girlfriend?” Ethan asked, pointing at you. At the sight of Sam’s older and predatory demeanour, he couldn’t help but shift uneasily. That and the fact that Sam looked about ready to tear your clothes off at the drop of a hat. Primarily at your simple request, which she hoped would be the case.

Sam paused her kisses along your shoulder and looked up at Ethan through hooded eyes. “What of it? You wanna fuck her?” She asked, catching the boy off guard. Her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, making you exhale shakily as she whispered, “Would you like that, Y/n? Would you want him to fuck you?”

It had to be alcohol. It had to be the catalyst for her saying or acting in such a way. This wasn’t like her ambushing you in the hallway of her apartment. Or her whispered praises in your ear.

“Only you can.”

Hearing that drew a deep hum from Sam’s chest. Her hands rested on the inside of your thighs squeezing gently and causing you to bite your bottom lip. And that seemed like enough for Ethan to get the memo and walk away, trying to hide the faint tent in his pants.

You let out a sigh, smiling faintly. “Thank you so much, Sam.” You began to sit up. “I thought he wouldn’t ever leave me alone-”

Before you could get too far, Sam caught your hand and pulled you gently. Hoping to not crash down into her, you placed your hands along the back of the couch and straddled her. Not intentional, but the look on Sam’s face this close was too good to back away.

Hooded eyes by the copious amounts of alcohol you saw her drink and wet palms from the effect of weed Chad had shared with her. Her hands softly glide to trace the curves of your figure. Intently watching how her hands caught slightly caught the sides of your shirt to reveal your stomach. She tucked her bottom beneath her teeth, finding balance on your hips and gently beginning to rock you.

This was all new to you. You had your first kiss, first make-out session, and first girlfriend. But sex was completely foreign. For someone who got a lot of attention from guys and girls in high school, you never dared indulge yourself in that type of thing. You liked to make up the excuse that you weren’t ready for it whenever Tara questioned you on it. But you were just waiting for the right person. Someone that was going to sweep you off your feet and take your breath away

But since Sam came into your life, you wanted to feel something. The forbidden 4 letter word was always on the tip of your tongue whenever she was around. Whenever her large hands rested on your hips when you reached for something in the cupboard. Or when you were bent over, you caught her staring a little too long at your ass. Because if love wasn’t you staring at the girl from across the room, taken aback by her beautiful features, then you weren’t sure what love was. Being in her presence was like weights being alleviated from your shoulders. Always able to match her energy under the right circumstances. And if felt like tonight, you wanted to set the tone.

Your hands slid from the back of the couch with one hand finding solace on the side of her neck and the other resting on her side, thumb just barely touching her breasts. “What’re you thinking about?” You whispered, voice drowning in the loud music and conversations happening throughout the house. Yet, she seemed to hear you loud and clear. Everything else falls into the background and is forgotten. Only you becoming her thoughts and source of attention.

“Did you mean it?” She whispered, head rolling back to look at your elevated position. “Are you only mine to enjoy?” Her hands slid further down, kneading at your round ass. Your hips followed the movement she had set moments prior.

There was a hazy shroud that fell over the two of you that pushed the extra confidence in you. It could be the own toxic substances clinging to your thoughts, persuading you. But you grounded your hips roughly against the crotch of her jeans. Clamping your lips shut when the friction to your clit sent a lovely shot of bliss through your system.

Leaning your lips down enough for your hot breath to fan her neck. “Match me and maybe that becomes reality.”

Lust clouded Sam’s senses as she pulls away just enough to make out features. Finding no ounce of hesitance or force. Only desire. A senseless and primal feeling that she’d managed to submit for the past few months. And now, it felt like the chains had been unbound allowing her to be free.

Her hands cupped your face, kissing you feverishly. Her hands threading through your hair and pulling you incredibly closer. The two of you pushed against one another, seeking to feel each other's body more extensively than ever before.

You wanted everything that came with Sam.

By the time you, Sam, and the others got back to the apartment, Sam was already pulling you in the direction of her room.

From the moment she had you sprawled out on her bed, practically shivering from the lack of warmth her touch provided you, she wanted all of you. She wanted you to beg. She wanted to absorb every piece of you and have you coming back for more. What she wanted was to claim you for herself. Take the innocence from you and make you into a doll that craved nothing else but her touch.

Maybe she was just drunk off your taste, but it’d been on her mind for quite some time.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Sam whispered against the inside of her thighs. Her soaked lips softly grazed your sensitive sable skin that was marked by her teeth and lips. Forcing a whimper from your lips. “You don’t know how soaked I am just from hearing those cute little noises. Fuck, I’ve wanted to hear them for so long.”

Her voice was muddied beneath the past four orgasms she ripped selfishly from you. And now, she was dragging out the fourth. Enjoying herself and tasting every piece of you she could. Safe to say that this being your first time, it was the best anyone could ever ask for.

She didn’t let you do anything either. All she told you was to lie down and enjoy it. Soak up the feeling of her tongue abusing your clit and her tongue pressing past your fluttering entrance that squeezed around nothing. And that’s what you did. You let your legs rest over her shoulders and grip the sheets as you moaned and cried out her name. Thighs occasionally twitching and squeezing Sam’s head. But she never relented. Not when she’s thought about being in this position for months. And being crushed by your thighs was just too pleasing to complain about.

“S-Sam, you f-feel amazing.” You could barely get the incoherent sentence out, but it fueled the fire in the older girl’s stomach. A new reinvigoration struck her heart as she delved deeper. Everything beneath her eyes became smothered in your juices that she drank from like they were a divine potion from the Holy Grail. She wanted every last drop if it made you feel good.

But this action, the faint shake of her head and moan caused the coil in your stomach to tighten. With her tongue slowly exiting you, the emptiness was soon replaced by two fingers. Your eyes rolled back, toes curling as her digits did the same.

There was a sensation. Something familiar, but foreign in how it felt. A build-up. It almost felt like you were peeing? You couldn’t think much about it before the pleasure began to take it course with the build-up quickly releasing. Your legs convulsed as you placed your hands against Sam’s forehead, attempting to push her away as your head snapped back with a cry. “W-Wait- Sam-!” But her hands wrapped around your thighs kept her in place, causing the overstimulation to finally take’s it hold. “Fuck! Holy fuck, Sam!”

Your hips lifted off the bed, a cry following after as Sam pulled away, grinning widely at the sight of you coming undone. And her fingers worked slower than before. Helping you down from the high as your body lay in her with a wet patch surrounding your apex. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Sam nibbling on her bottom lip, her face drenched and strands of her hair sticking to her forehead. But that was the least of her concerns as she simply stared at your puffy red cunt.

“Sam…” you panted as her fingers slowly stroked the inside crease of your thighs. Dangerously close to where she’d been occupied for the past hour. And when her thumb lightly flicked over your clit, you whined, which she promptly quietened with a soft kiss on your leg.

“It’s ok, baby. We’re done with you for the night.” The open-ended sentence left you dreadful for what she had planned. But when she stripped herself bare, allowing you to see her in her full glory, heat found itself between your legs. She crawled toward you, lips still pulled into a grin as she said. “I’ve always wondered and dreamed of what your fingers would feel like inside of me.”

Taking your hand, she gently pulled it toward her soaked lips, groaning as you stared in shock. “You gonna give me what I want, sweetheart?”

Unfortunately, the two of you had forgotten about the trio left in the apartment when you two disappeared. Leaving them to sit on the couch in awkward silence watching a random movie turned up to full volume to block out the extra noise. But it didn’t help.

Chad, who hugged a pillow to his chest, blew out a breath. “I really did not think that sending Ethan over there would’ve resulted like this.”

And when both Chad and Mindy looked at Tara they found the girl repeatedly tapping her head off the table, muttering, “I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.”

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the-fandom-abyss · 11 months

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Tase and Save

Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,695 words

Warnings: mentions of drugs, a smidge of violence, unwanted attention and Sam using her muscles

The lights were dimmed, music turned to high volume and cups littered the surrounding areas. There was no mistaking this as a frat party by the way the smell of sweat and alcohol, filled your nostrils. At the sudden hit, you scrunched your face in disgust, second guessing why you had come tonight. A familiar face brushes past you and it all becomes clear. One of your friends had mentioned that Tara would be of attendance. This was shortly followed up by how she had convinced her sister to join her. This was unheard of since the beginning of the school year. Samantha Carpenter out in public and at a frat party, you had to see it for yourself. You had played your interest off as curiosity, but you couldn’t deny how your heart fluttered at the name. So here you were, homebody by trade, hoping that the equivalent to Big Foot would show up.

Taking advantage of your sudden haze, a substance was slipped into your drink. Distracted, you took a long sip, eyes searching for the taller Carpenter in the crowd. It wasn’t long until you had finished your cup, wanting a refill. When you had turned around, the room began to spin, causing you to lose balance. What you couldn’t comprehend was how one drink could cause you to be drunk. Shaking it off, you headed for the various bottles spread on the counter. One of the boys noticed your wobbly stance, taking it upon himself to help.

“Hey there” he introduced, handing you the bottle that you wanted. His presence was close to yours, alerting others that you were his.

“Hi” you said while pouring your drink, not once paying him attention.

“What’s a cutie like you doing all alone?” His body bumped yours, a smile graced his lips at how you lost your balance.

“I’m not alone, I’m with my friends” the words all slurred into one, and yet for you it was crystal clear.

“I don’t see them”

“They’re over there” you pointed towards random group of people, hoping that he would take the hint. In your defence, with the blurriness that had settled in your eyes, any one of them could have been your friend.

“Let me take you to them” before you had the chance to move away, he held you by the wrist. On a normal day, you would have protested, kicked your feet and screamed. Under the circumstances, all you gave was a nod, a glazed over stare and a weightless body to move. He lead you towards the stairs, wanting nothing more than you in his bedroom. In your state, you didn’t seem to notice the change in direction. All your focus was placed on putting one foot in front of the other. It was only the first step and your foot had slipped, causing your body to fall. With his strong arms, he held you by his side, opting to lift you instead. Another few steps and your body went limp, losing all control of your limbs. He carried you bridal style, not bothered by the state you were in.

“Put her down!” Someone shouted above the music. The man turned to see Chad staring from the bottom of the stairs.

“She’s tired, she’s sleeping in my room” he called down to him, trying to hide his true motive.

“Like hell she is” Sam ran up those stairs, two at a time, just to make it to you faster. The man tried to shake her off, bumping her with his body. When an energy was given towards his groin, he yelped in pain, accidentally letting you go. Sam was quick to catch you, heading back down the stairs.

“Stupid bitch! Keep the whore” if Sam wasn’t angry before, she was downright furious now. She handed you over to Chad before marching her way back up the stairs. She kicked his freshly grilled groin and punched him hard enough to make him bleed.

“Don’t you ever speak about her like that” she practically growled which caused the boy to fumble up the stairs and out of sight. Pleased by her methods, she turned her attention back to you. Chad passed you back into her arms, and you were carried away from the scene.

“Sam” you said dreamily with a dopey smile on your face. She could see the effects of the drug taking over your system. She was beyond worried about your well-being so she decided to stay with you all night. She carried you all the way to your dorm, which was closer than her apartment. Thankfully your roommate had gone away for the weekend, so they wouldn’t be startled by your appearance. Sam gently laid you down on your bed, manoeuvring you to take off your jacket and jewellery. Once you were sorted, she sat beside you, running her fingers through your hair. Even in your blissed state, you instinctively wriggled closer to her body. Curling up next to her, with a hand clutching to her shirt. Small snores passed your lips, signalling that you were officially asleep. Samantha couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips at how utterly adorable you were.

Night had turned into morning, with the sun rays beaming through the cracks of the curtain. Sam had already woken up, had a shower and helped herself to some of your clothes. So when you’re eyes fluttered open and landed on the woman in your room, it took your breath away. Sam was in your room, wearing your clothes and if the drugs hadn’t messed with your brain, this surely would. When a headache began to form, the groan that left you alerted Sam to your awakened self.

“Here” she sat on the edge of the bed and handed you two aspirins and a glass of water. She watched carefully to make sure that they were swallowed before taking the glass from you. You fell back on to the pillow, hands covering your eyes.

“Did we?” You asked, hoping that she would understand your unfinished question. A laugh was heard in response, a hand meeting your on the bed.

“No we didn’t” she gave it a squeeze in reassurance. If she had found you earlier before the events of the night, maybe that could have happened.

“Then what happened?”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember seeing Tara in passing and then finishing my drink. After that it’s all a blur”

“That would be because someone spiked your drink” at that you sat up, ignoring the sudden nausea it gave you. When could that had happened? You made your own drink and were holding it the entire time.

“What?”

“Some scum slipped it in when you weren’t looking”

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot” you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed that this had happened to you. All because you were too distracted by the thought of the woman next to you.

“No you’re not, it could have happened to anyone” she reassured you, rubbing calming circles on your exposed leg.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that” you felt so foolish, letting this happen to you. Even more embarrassed that Sam had caught you like that.

Sam shrugged her shoulders, eyes trained on yours. “It’s okay, I was happy to help” another squeeze to your hand to show she was telling the truth.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome” a beat of silence passed between you. Both wanting to continue the conversation but unsure of how to continue. Your bodies leaned closer to each other, noses close to touching with how close. In an attempt to put a stop to this, you just had to ask a question.

“How did you stop him?” It took a moment for Sam to register what you had said. Her mind still stick on the idea of your lips on hers.

“I tased him” her words were quiet, nervous for your reaction. Normally people don’t respond well to the idea of Sam, let alone violent Sam.

“You what?!” Your mouth hung open, shocked by her confession. She cared enough to tase a man for you, it was very sweet.

"In the balls" she followed up, with more confidence than before. She watched as a grin began to form, before laughter pushed its way through.

"Samantha!" You nudged her softly, the laughter more prominent than before. That was just the cherry on top, only she could do something so outrageous. You had only wish you were coherent enough to not only witness but remember as well.

"He deserved it" she defended, remembering how she felt in that moment. How he looked down at your weakened state and how eager he was to take you away. He deserved a lot worse for the way he spoke about you.

"Oh I bet he did" your laughter had calmed down to little giggles which Sam couldn’t help but find infectious. Her own giggles mixed with yours, sharing the sweet moment together. The giggles slowly faded and had left a smile on both your faces. The look of adoration Sam had for you was enough to reduce you to a puddle. It has built a confidence within you that you thought you never had. Without a chance for doubt, you had leant forward and connected your lips. Hers were soft as they mixed with yours, minty from brushing her teeth. Her hands moved to cradle your face, just to make sure this was real. When you had pulled back to breathe, Sam’s lips were pink and swollen from the sudden kiss. She looked dazed like she was daydreaming, only this had happened in real life.

“You can save me from as many creeps as you’d like”

“Oh really?”

“Mmhm” you recaptured her lips, leading her to lay down with you as you sunk back into the pillows. Her body felt warm next to yours, her arms holding you steady by the waist. A discussion would have to be had after this, especially with the heavy topic of the night before. But for now, soaking up everything Sam had to offer you, was all you could think about.

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stainedstardom · 11 months

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BROO IM BEGGING PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

SAM x FEM!READER

Okay so like the reader and Sam get into a big argument you can choose about what. And then they don’t end up speaking for like a week or so and the reader can’t help but to feel so bad and blame them self because they miss Sam so idk one day everyone’s at Sam’s apartment and they decide to have a movie night. Anika. Mindy Tara and everyone else knew what was going on so after the movie they left the reader and Sam alone to work things out let’s say it got quiet so Sam gets up to leave but the reader tells her to stay and tells Sam how sorry she is and how she felt bad but Sam also says sorry and stuff. So they end up forgiving each other and kiss the end !! 🤭

sorry it’s a lot but PLSSSSSSSS

I’m begging on my knees for u to do this because ur a rlly good writer but PLSSSSSSS I want this so bad. Thank u sm luv u

no need to beg ml of course i’ll do it.

GET OVER IT

sam carpenter x fem! reader

"i can't believe you" sam yelled at you and you scoffed as you turned to her. chad, mindy and tara stood far behind as they watched the two of you

"me? oh my god sam , you were flirting with your fucking neighbor. you were giving him fuck me eyes and youre mad at me?" you asked and she shook her head

"youre fucking crazy" sam stated and you nodded

"right? yeah ill get over it, im leaving" you said and you stormed off as she stood and watched you walk away

"sam what the fuck? go after her" tara said and she shook her head with a laugh

"no fucking way, she put herself in this position" sam exclaimed and you kept walking. that was a week ago, you had stayed in your apartment, went to your job, to your classes, cleaned your apartment, went along with your life without sam and the others but nothing could feel the void.

sam called you crazy and maybe she was right. you shouldnt have though that she wanted her neighbor because she was nice to him. it was confusing after everything in woodsboro, you thought she would be closed off but this proved otherwise.

and tara as well as the twins were getting mad at you two for not talking. sam was being unruly and they missed the way you looked after them and took care of them so they did something.

chad called you and invited you to a movie night but you hesitated

"does sam want me there?" you remembered asking, you didnt want to invade her space no matter how much the others wanted you to. it was her space and you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable

"of course she does, she even told me to invite you" chad lied to you right through his teeth and thats how you ended up here. in sams apartment, sitting on the other end of the couch away from her because she was clearly uncomfortable with your presence

"chad can i talk to you?" you asked and he nodded as you led him to the kitchen and smacked his arm

"you told me she wanted me here" you stated

"ow! she does" he tried

"really? because it looks like my presence repulses her, i told you i wouldnt come if she would be uncomfortable" you said

"i know, im sorry, i just want you to fix this" he stated and you nodded

"i know and i do too but its not going to get fixed if she doesnt want to see me" you exclaimed and he nodded

"im sorry" he spoke and then someone else did too

"im sorry too" sam exclaimed and chad looked at you with a wide smile

"im going to let you two talk" he said and he walked out as sam walked in and sat down.

"im sor-" you said together and you laughed.

"you go" she spoke

"im sorry, i was mad for no reason. i just didnt know what to say or think so i said the first thing that came to my mind which was not a good idea" you stated and she nodded.

"im sorry too, calling you crazy was wrong, you have every right to be confused and annoyed with me" she said and she grabbed your hands as she looked in your eyes and you looked in hers.

"do you forgive me?" she asked

"of course i do, do you forgive me?" you questioned

"i couldnt stay mad at you forever" she said and you smiled as you leaned in and kissed her making her kiss you back and then you heard it

"YES! FINALLY" chad yelled and you laughed as you shook your head and smiled before you continued to kiss her.

you got over it

A/N: so i know its not entirely like the request but i think scolding chad wouldve been more angsty and cute! so i hope you enjoyed

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ultrone · 1 year

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👩🏻‍💻 ♰ ┈ things the scream characters would tweet.

includes. amber, chad, mindy, liv, wes, ethan, and tara.

n/a. got the templates from pinterest. imma post more later cuz tumblr said i can only add 10 images per post and i got more left 🙄 but still lmk if y’all want me to make more stuff like this, it was fun 🤭

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Chad is so babygirl🥰🥰🥰 Just imagine growing up with him being best bros and when we both grow older we share one brain cell together. THE OP HIMBO DUO

Chad Martin-Meeks x male reader

Headcanons

I love Chad, so much. There’s also spoilers for Scream 6 in this, if you guys don’t want those. I might also have added some Ethan stuff in this, I couldn’t help myself.

You were related to the Riley family, most likely Dewey’s son or something along those lines, the result of a one-night stand, or Gale and Dewey having you together but splitting apart again afterwards.

You were raised by your dad, but because of his worsening mental state you spent a lot of time with the Meeks family. Your dad was both overprotective because of losing his sister and so many other people, but also because Gale mostly just ignored your existence, so he wanted to be a good parent.

You never blamed your dad because you knew he did his best, but it did lead to you hanging out with Chad and Mindy most of the time at their house. Dewey was happy that you had a support system and could be young and free, so he never had anything against it.

Out of the siblings you got along with Chad the most, even as kids the two of you were connected at the hip even more than he was with Mindy. Out of your group there was a braincell sure, but it was Mindy who had it for the most part.

You both developed feelings for each other, and of course Mindy would tease the both of you to the moon and back. Tara isn’t any help either as they keep making jokes and jabs at both you and Chad, though they never out the others crush because they’re not that mean.

When you two finally start dating no one is surprised, and of course your dad gives Chad the shovel talk, maybe even as he’s cleaning his guns. He knows Chad is a good guy, but its his duty as your dad to step in and set the record straight.

When the killings of Scream 5 happen you two end up getting hurt together, whilst trying to protect one another. You both end up surviving much to everyone’s joy, but it also results in you losing your dad and seeing your mom for the first time in years.

Since your over 18 you don’t go anywhere with your mom even though Gale tries to convince you to go with her, which leads to a big argument, and she has to be removed from the hospital since you’re still recovering.

You end up moving to college with Chad, and end up rooming with him and Ethan when everything is over. Gale still tries to contact with you and bond with you, though you think its too late for her to play any parental role in your life. Plus, you don’t trust her as you assume she’s just getting close to get information for her books.

You end up bonding more with Ethan than Chad does, that doesn’t mean you and Chad aren’t still connected at the hip, but you take interest in Ethan and what he’s into, even though you have little understanding of anything he does.

You and Chad both try to play wingmen for Ethan, and your status as the hot gay couple gives you some ins you didn’t have in the past, so your most likely able to end up setting Ethan up with a couple of girls, though it never goes very far.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Ethan gets a little flustered rooming with two hot guys, who have no problem making out in your guy’s shared kitchen or walking around in just a pair of shorts, he’s walking in on you and Chad more time than he can count.

Sure, he’s only rooming with you guys to get revenge for Richie, but why stop himself from looking when you two himbos are busy grinding on the couch to notice he’s there. You and Chad both go to Ethan for homework help too, because he’s so smart and Mindy still has the braincell.

Ethan’s found himself stuck between you and Chad on the couch multiple times during your “bro nights” with you two asleep against him. In the beginning it was just you and Chad, but then you pulled Ethan into it too since he was your roommate.

When everything with Scream 6 happens Chad still gets stabbed and you think you’ve lost him, and instead of Tara killing Ethan its you, as revenge for him using your friendship and killing your lover.

When it turns out Chad survived you rush into the ambulance with Mindy and your boyfriend is given help, with you holding and kissing his hand the entire ride there. After all of this you guys joke that you should transfer to another college, or stop being such horror movie tropes.

After you’ve all healed you and Chad decide it take it a bit more chill than you have before, not going to parties like you guys did in the past and just hanging out with your friends and family.

It results in you and Chad spending a lot of nights just cuddled up together, holding one another and just enjoying the others presence. You two just lay together and maybe run your hands over the others scars, just thankful the other is alive after everything.

You end up spending some more time with your mom, though you never get close because you still don’t think you can trust her, especially with the stuff she said about Sam in her book.

You end up taking after your dad as well, investing in some guns though not to the same level, and when your mental state starts spiraling your friends and lover are there you pull you out of it.

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 10 months

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Ways amber protects you because she adores you!

When the stalker guy at the high school whistled at you trying to flirt with you Amber gave him a evil, cold stare til he felt uncomfortable and left

When those mean girls at the high school made fun of you for being so tall, Amber grabbed two iced coffees and poured them on their heads.

Amber adores you- literally! She'll stand up for you and might use a plastic knife to cut some throats of the people who dares mess with you

She'll protect you always! You're her baby

Loves to hug you and kiss you in front of everyone!!

Loves to be the big spoon and hold you tight

Calls you the prettiest lady shes ever seen

Loves it when you write romance stories about her! You're her favorite writer!!

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x you #Scream 5 #scream 5 imagine #scream 5 x reader

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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I HAVE ALL THE CHAD THOUGHTS READY

first one, can i PLS have a blurb about in scream 5 when chad gets stabbed in the backyard, reader goes outside and sees it, losers her shit, and has to be pulled away from him (kinda similar to the one scene in scream 6)

Warnings: stabbing, blood

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Initially, the party was a memorial for Wes. Everyone quickly forgot after a few beers — and shots —, though, acting like it was a regular party. Music was blasting, people were laughing and making out as if there wasn’t a masked killer on the loose.

Did they all forget what happened in 1996 and 2011?

You seemed to have forgotten too because your mouth was on Chad’s, making out on Amber’s couch.

Neither of you were insensitive to Wes’ death. People just mourn differently. Wes and Chad had been friends since middle school, his death had affected him more than a lot of people present tonight. Although he came here to celebrate his friend, he was tired of being sad and needed a distraction and comfort, which he all found in you.

There was no rush as you kissed, just gentle caresses and tender touches. Chad’s hands were on your waist, fingers slipping underneath the bottom of your shirt. You would rather have his hands groping you under your clothes, but you had to keep it PG-13.

He trailed his lips down to your neck, causing your fingers to curl into the material of his shirt. ‘’Want to go upstairs?’’

‘’Like…upstairs?’’ Chad questioned, halting his kisses.

You nodded, closing the gap between your lips again. Strangely, Chad didn’t kiss back.

He gently pushed you away. ‘’Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ll have to pass on that tonight.’’ His hands rubbed over your thighs, wishing tonight was just a regular party.

You laughed, sitting back on his lap. ‘’Why? You think I’m the killer?’’

Beneath you, Chad baffled. ‘’No no no!’’ he quickly said, then pulled you close again. ‘’Look, usually I would be all in for going upstairs, but tonight is different. According to Mindy’s Stab rules, people who have sex at parties are more likely to get killed and I kind of don’t want to die. I’m also a legacy, which makes me one of the targets. I’d rather not take the risk.’’

‘’We could lock the door. Stay there all night. Amber’s parents won’t be back until tomorrow.’’ You dragged your finger along his jaw and down the column of his throat, trying to get him to change his mind.

‘’The safest option is to be down here, with all the people—’’ Chad insisted, but you put your sulking face on and got off him. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Getting some air.’’

After sending five messages in the span of twenty minutes and not getting a reply from you, Chad decided to go look for you outside. It wasn’t safe to go by himself — another of Mindy’s Stab rules —, but you were his girlfriend and he was worried.

Candlestick stick in hand, he ventured into the darker part of the backyard. ‘’Y/N?’’ he called into the dark.

Chad wasn’t easily spooked, but right now he didn’t feel comfortable. With the recent events with Tara, and Wes and his mom, he couldn’t be blamed for being a little scared of shadows and dark places.

He called your name again, and his phone beeped with a new message. Chad reached for it and drew his eyebrows as he read. Come find me, it said with a like of your localisation. Without thinking twice, he clicked on the link and let his phone take him to you.

Playing games of hide and seek was nothing new for you and Chad, but you were never that cryptic. It was usually just a picture of something at your location and him to find you. This was a trap.

He let his phone lead you to you, relief washing over him when seeing you were fine. He put his hand on your shoulder and your heart almost jumped out of your chest thinking it was the killer. ‘’Finally!’’

‘’Fuck, Chad, you scared me!’’ You hit his chest, but he didn’t react.

‘’What’s the weird message of sending me your localisation?’’

Confusion formed on your face. ‘’What? I didn't send you my localisation. My phone is at 1% battery, it's basically dead.’’

‘’Then who—’’ Chad's question was quickly answered as ghostface emerged from the trees and a scream - - from your throat.

Chad quickly turned around and tried to hit the masked killer with his candleholder, but ghostface stabbed his knife right into his thigh. It was Chad’s turn to scream — of pain, this time.

‘’Chad!’’

He aimed again with the candleholder, hitting ghostface right in the face.

Getting away would have been the smartest idea, but you couldn’t leave Chad there. Once the person was tackled to the ground, you grabbed Chad’s hand and dragged him away, running and limping through the excruciating pain in his bleeding thigh.

It was a matter of time before ghostface would get back up and go after you again. You have seen enough Stab movies to know they always get back up.

You kept running, trying to reach Amber's house before he caught up to you, but Chad was slowing down. ‘’Come on, babe. We’ve almost reached the back porch.’’

You caught him as he was about to fall, helping him stay up and supporting him all the way to the house. It was difficult, Chad's bodyweight being much heavier than yours, but you made it.

Unfortunately, ghostface made it too and stabbed Chad’s shoulder, the abruptness of the knife making him topple forward on the lawn.

Screams from the partiers on the back porch echoed, yet no one came to help as ghostface kept stabbing your boyfriend. Fucking assholes.

You tried to fight back, but the killer stabbed your lower stomach. Blood seeped through your shirt rapidly, your hands automatically coming over the wound.

‘’Help!’’ you screamed desperately, looking back at your classmates.

One of them kicked into action and a pair of arms pulled you back from Chad.

‘’No! Help him!’’ You struggled against their restrain, trying to get back to Chad. ‘’Chad!’’ you screamed with tears streaming down your face as ghostface stabbed him again and again and again.

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kaisacobra · 9 months

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A Little Bird Told Me - Tara Carpenter

Summary: a badly interpreted tweet makes Tara get jealous

Warnings: Fem! Reader, a bit of angst, mentions of yellowjackets characters (Lottie Matthews and Lottienat), curse words

Word Count: 5.3k

"I propose a movie night at Tara's house!"

That catches the attention of the younger Carpenter, making her turn away from the direction of the Blackmore University library to answer Mindy with a teasing smile. "And who said I want you all at my house tonight?"

"You don't have a choice!" Mindy retorts, tossing a fallen leaf from the table they were sitting on towards Tara. "And you definitely want a certain someone to come to your house tonight."

"Yeah, you've been staring at the library door since she went in there." Anika joins her girlfriend in the argument, causing Tara's face to turn even redder.

You had been at the table earlier with Tara, Mindy, Anika, Chad, and Ethan, but a message had arrived on your phone and you hastily headed towards the library, letting your friends know you wouldn't take long. Since you left, the freckled girl couldn't help but look expectantly in that direction, missing your funny comments and calming presence.

It's true that Tara might have had a little crush on you since the beginning of this year, when you patiently and non-judgmentally listened to a long rant that Carpenter had been holding back about everything that had happened in Woodsboro. You had been there too, but you let her say everything she wanted and didn't even mention your own traumas, being more concerned with holding Tara in your arms as she shed the necessary tears. Since that night, she couldn't help but see you in a different light.

"Well, if everyone's up for it, I don't think Sam will mind having you all over." She tried to smoothly change the subject.

"I'm in!" Ethan was the first to confirm, followed by the other three instantly. Tara took the opportunity to take her phone out of her pocket and message Sam, informing her about the plans for later.

"Wow, who's that?" She heard Chad say, but didn't lift her head from her phone, thinking he was talking about some random girl he found attractive. However, Mindy's next sentence made Tara snap her head up so fast she almost got whiplash.

"Ooh, Y/n is in good company!" Mindy teased, and Tara followed her gaze until she spotted you, coming out of the library laughing alongside a girl who was clearly beautiful even from a distance. The dark wavy hair framed her face perfectly, and she was tall like a model. There was no reason for it, but the Carpenter girl suddenly felt intimidated by this new mystery girl.

You continued walking with her towards your friends, and as you got close enough to be seen clearly but not close enough to overhear the conversation, Chad blurted out a comment. "Damn, is that Charlotte Matthews?"

"Fuck! I think it is!" Anika added with excitement. Seeing the huge question mark on Tara's face, she hurriedly explained. "Lottie is on the college women's soccer team, and they're basically unbeatable. She's, like, super popular."

Tara crossed her arms and looked in your direction again, a bitter taste forming in her mouth as she noticed you were still laughing at something the girl had told you. What could possibly be so amusing?

"I didn't know Y/n had rizz like that." Mindy added with a thoughtful expression. "Good for her."

Before Tara could say that there was nothing to indicate you had any interest in Lottie (something she was also trying to convince herself of), you finally reached the table, greeting your friends with a smile. "Hey, guys."

"Hey." Lottie spoke after you, a bit shyly. How dare she be beautiful, tall as a goddess, and yet still have an adorable charm?

Everyone responded, and Tara found herself forcing a smile to hide her conflicting feelings. She sought your gaze, and some of the knot in her stomach unraveled as you locked eyes. "We're having a movie night at my place tonight, do you want to come?"

Your expression twisted into one of sorrowful regret. "Can't, sorry. I'll be tutoring Lottie in organic chemistry, it'll probably take the whole day." Tara realized you were still looking at her, trying to decipher if she was upset about your absence. Ever since movie nights had become a kind of tradition within the group, you had never missed one. This would be the first time you wouldn't be there, and Tara could tell you felt bad about it.

"Don't worry about it!" Mindy waved her hands nonchalantly, then turned to Tara with a teasing smile. "We get that you have bigger priorities, right, Tara?"

You still looked at the girl like a lost puppy, eagerly awaiting her reaction. Tara swallowed a sigh and forced herself to maintain a fake smile to calm her nerves. "Right. It was about time you put that brain of yours to some use."

With the girl's joke, you laughed, visibly becoming less tense as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye, everyone!" You waved goodbye to everyone at the table, Lottie doing the same out of politeness, and Tara watched bitterly as the two of you walked away side by side, probably heading towards the player's dorm.

"I bet 5 bucks Y/n will show up tomorrow with a massive hickey on her neck." Chad jokes, and the group laughs in response. Tara, being the only one not finding the joke funny, lets out an irritated huff and stands up, slinging her own bag over her shoulder. "Let's get going already, I want to pick the movie."

She starts walking slowly, ignoring Ethan's protests that it's his turn to choose.

The truth was: Tara just didn't want them to see how upset she was about your absence.

I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.

Tara grimaced as she heard the line spoken by Christian Bale through the television, and she could see from the corner of her eye that everyone had shifted uncomfortably, relating the line to the events of the previous year.

Ethan had chosen American Psycho as the movie for the night, and Tara didn't want to protest since you weren't there for her to gauge your reactions to the film she chose. She sighed and glanced at her phone's lock screen again, hoping for a message from you saying that the tutoring had ended early and you were on your way. It never came.

She ran her hands over her face in frustration. The thought of you alone with an annoyingly beautiful girl in her room was enough to make a vein in her temple throb. What if Chad was right? What if tomorrow you showed up with a hickey on your neck, holding hands with Lottie Matthews, strolling across campus like the most beloved couple in America?

Ugh. She pressed her eyes shut to try to banish the image from her mind. When did she let her feelings for you become so... intense? It was almost humiliating to think that Tara Carpenter had gone from the girl who spent most of her time alone to the girl who couldn't stand a few hours without you.

Feeling a strange surge of pride, Tara shook her head and grabbed her phone, opening the front camera. She was having fun and definitely not sinking into miserable thoughts, right? So she had to post a picture to prove that she was perfectly happy! Of course, that had nothing to do with you, and she certainly didn't care if you saw the photo while you were busy doing who knows what with one of the most desired girls at Blackmore.

"Hey, guys! Look here real quick!" Tara alerted, and everyone shuffled to get into the selfie. Sam sat beside her with a restrained smile, Anika and Mindy were wrapped in each other's arms a bit behind the Carpenters, and Chad had an arm around Ethan's shoulders, who responded by making a peace sign with his fingers behind his roommate's head.

Tara snapped the picture and examined the result, mindlessly promising to send it to Anika when the girl asked. The younger Carpenter discreetly zoomed in on her own face, deciding if she looked pretty enough to post it or not. Satisfied, she opened Instagram and uploaded the photo as a story, adding a caption underneath. Great night with these weirdos.

After that, Tara locked her phone, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wasn't eagerly waiting for your comment. She stared fixedly at the TV, feigning deep interest in Patrick Bateman's actions, as if she hadn't lost focus on the movie within the first twenty minutes.

5 minutes later, her phone buzzed with a notification. You had replied to her story.

Tara almost giggled and kicked her feet because of how quickly you messaged. That had to be a good sign. You wouldn't have replied so fast if you were busy doing something... or someone else. Right?

"Don't have too much fun without me." Your message read. The younger Carpenter bit her lower lip to contain a wider smile on her face.

"Never." She typed, but thought better of it and deleted it, typing out a different response. "I can't promise anything."

You read the message but didn't reply any further, probably returning to your duties as a tutor. Tara didn't complain, as she was already more than satisfied with the quick attention you gave her.

She comfortably leaned back on the couch, where she was seated between Sam and Mindy, the latter gently stroking Anika's hair, who was sitting beside her. The two boys were on the floor engaged in a heated discussion about whether Ethan was an incel or not based on his choice of movie.

Feeling more relaxed, Tara reached over to snatch some popcorn from Sam, earning a light smack and narrowed eyes in retaliation. She offered an innocent smile to her older sister, who simply rolled her eyes and placed the popcorn bucket between them, succumbing to the silent plea.

Tara could almost have forgotten she had been upset. Almost. But then her phone vibrated with another notification.

It was from your Twitter, and from the notification bar, apparently, you had tweeted "hjsuzgabasi."

She frowned, trying to figure out what the hell you were trying to say. Unlocking her phone, Tara quickly opened the Twitter app, searching for your profile so she could reply with something like "???" on your latest post.

But as she was about to comment on your tweet, she noticed the other two you had just posted.

She's soooooo prettyyy😭😭 just one chance please

Her brown eyes omg im so gay

Tara's mood instantly turned sour. Had you just tweeted about Lottie Matthews? I mean, you were with her now, and Tara vividly remembered the girl's big, enchanting brown eyes. Of course, you were tweeting about the gay panic you were probably experiencing in real life.

She sighed and stood up from the couch. "I'm gonna grab some water." Tara mumbled to justify her departure and headed to the kitchen, still holding her phone. Suddenly, the fun atmosphere she had felt for a few minutes had given way to a nauseating feeling churning in her stomach.

She turned the phone over before grabbing a glass, but her eyebrows furrowed when she realized your tweets were no longer there. Holding the device with both hands now, she refreshed your profile again, but the posts had vanished as if they were a mirage. You had probably deleted them to prevent Lottie from seeing, or something like that.

Either way, the tweets had been there, and Tara had firsthand seen your super gay panic as you probably looked at the soccer player. She hated the thought that you might be blushing right now over something Lottie said, giving one of your cute shy smiles as she ran her hand through your hair, eventually trailing down to your neck and pulling you in for...

No! Tara was already torturing herself enough without imagining what you two might be doing. She didn't need another reason to ruin her own night.

So, after downing a glass of water and trying to contain the terrible feeling spreading through her system, Tara returned to the living room dragging her feet, doing her best to force herself to enjoy the rest of the night with her friends.

She definitely wasn't caring about your stupid new crush.

"Ugh! If you point out one more mistake of mine, I'm going to bite your arm!" Lottie complained dramatically, leaning back in her swivel chair and turning towards you, avoiding looking at the open notebook with unsolved questions.

You chuckled at her antics. "Let's not resort to cannibalism, okay? I'd rather stay whole if I still have to finish teaching you things."

"Can we at least take a break? My brain is killing me." She didn't even wait for your response and immediately got up, heading towards her own bed and lying down without ceremony. You just shook your head with a smile and stretched your arms, still sitting in the chair. Lottie was right, after all. You both deserved a bit of rest.

Taking advantage of the break, you took your phone out of your bag pocket and quickly checked your notifications, stopping at one that made your heart race and a small smile start to form on your face.

Opening the app, you viewed Tara's story. A photo of everyone in the group (minus Quinn, who was probably at one of her flings' places) gathered in the Carpenter's living room, with happy expressions that must have come from the fun of the movie nights.

You thought for a few seconds before sending a playful response. "Don't have too much fun without me." There was a bit of truth hidden behind those words, considering you felt bad for missing out on this time with your friends, but mostly for not being there with Tara.

It had been a few years since you started developing feelings for the younger Carpenter. You had met in school in Woodsboro and grew closer when you were assigned a literature project together. Since then, Tara introduced you to her other friends and you became a significant part of her life.

She made you feel heard and appreciated, so it didn't take long for you to fall in love and get lost in the sparkle of those brown eyes. But you weren't stupid. Everyone could see that Tara Carpenter only had eyes for Amber Freeman. So you decided to take a step back and act as a good friend to Tara, painfully listening when she talked about her immense love for her girlfriend.

You even thought about moving on from her, but then the "Woodsboro Massacre" happened, you knew you couldn't leave the girl alone during such a vulnerable time. So, despite your head warning you that you would get hurt, you followed your heart and never left Tara's side for a second.

"I can't promise anything." She replied after a while, and you smiled at the familiarity of her classic sense of humor in the message. You exited the chat shortly after, returning to Tara's stories to look at the posted photo once again.

You zoomed in on the familiar face, much like a high school girl stalking her crush, and involuntarily broke into a silly smile. Tara's dark hair was loose, waves cascading over her shoulder. She had a slight smile on her face that allowed you to catch a glimpse of her adorable dimple. The photo quality was good but not enough for you to see the freckles you knew were there, on her cheeks and nose, that you wished you could someday get close enough to count with the tips of your fingers.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you decided you were feeling too many emotions to keep them to yourself. So, like a good contemporary girl, you searched for the Twitter app on your phone and prepared for a gay vent of at least 100 characters.

"Why are you so red?" Lottie asks from her spot on the bed, startling you as you had completely forgotten about her presence.

Wide-eyed, you look at her and try to come up with something. "N-nothing. Must be your imagination."

Clearly, the excuse doesn't work with Lottie, because she breaks into a teasing smile and raises her eyebrows as if she knows all your secrets. "What was it? Did Tara send you a message?"

"Shut up." You release a weak grumble and quickly turn back to your phone, tweeting the first thing that came to your mind upon seeing your best friend's earlier photo. hjsuzgabasi. Poetic.

"Come on! Don't you think it's about time you confess your feelings?" Lottie sits up straight on the bed to better analyze you. "I mean, you talk about her all the time in class. Tara this, Tara that, Tara, Tara, Tara."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, okay?" You turn to the soccer player before sending out more tweets containing your embarrassing thoughts about the younger Carpenter. She's soooooo prettyyy😭😭 just one chance please. Her brown eyes omg im so gay

Lottie sighs and gets up, walking over to you and placing her hands affectionately on your shoulders. "Look, I might not know her as well, but if she's as good a friend as you describe, she wouldn't stop talking to you over something you can't even control."

"I know. Maybe I'll tell her someday." You speak in a hushed voice but quickly lift your head to look up at the tall girl with a playful expression. "You know, you should take your own advice and just admit you have a crush on a certain Natalie Scatorccio from your soccer team."

Her eyes widen, and she blushes deeply, pushing your swivel chair back slightly as she returns to the bed, not before flipping you off. "Shut up, you fucking loser."

You laugh at that, and Lottie joins in right after. Maybe you two weren't as close as you were with the others in your group (especially Tara), but the time you spent sitting next to each other during those tedious organic chemistry classes was enough to cultivate a great friendship.

Still chuckling a bit, you returned your gaze to your phone, and... your heart dropped into your stomach. Oh no.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You exclaim, rushing to delete the posts as quickly as possible. How could you have gotten so distracted?!

"What's wrong?" Lottie asks, alarmed, watching with a concerned expression as you hurriedly tap on your phone, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"I tweeted from my main account!" You reply with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "I didn't realize I wasn't on my private one, and I tweeted my gay panic about Tara's photo in a place where she can see! What do I do?!"

The taller girl walks over to you again, placing a hand in the space between your shoulders and encouraging you to take a deep breath along with her. "Calm down. Is there anything in the tweet that makes it clear it was about her?"

"Nothing specific... Damn it." You close your eyes and rest your head on the desk for a few seconds. What if Tara had seen the post, and now she's telling Sam how pathetic she thinks you are? Even worse, tonight was movie night! What if Tara had shown the tweets to everyone, and now they were all collectively laughing at you?

You pick up your phone again and open your messages, searching for Anika's contact. She and Mindy (who never let anything slide) were the only ones who had caught on to your crush on Tara and had already tried to advise you to confess your feelings, though they were still keeping the information a secret at your request. Between the two, the least likely to laugh at your current situation was the Kayoko, so you decided to beg her for help.

You

Nik, pls tell me Tara isn't on her phone rn

I may have accidentally posted my gay panic at her photo on twt…

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

WHAT??????????

OMG, you guys are finally gonna date😭

Wait, she's in the kitchen, let me take a look

Oh.

You

Oh????

Wdym oh????

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

She's looking weirdly at her phone

She seems upset

You

Oh.

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

It's probably not with you

You

Forget it

Thx for the help

Lottie still gives you some awkward pats on your back as you turn to her fully, and you know she read everything over your shoulder when she offers a small supportive smile to try and make you feel better. You let Lottie embrace you as you close your eyes, feeling desperate tears threatening to fall.

"She doesn't like me back, does she?" You whisper into the girl's shoulder, and she squeezes you a little tighter in her hold.

"You don't know that. Try talking to her tomorrow, okay?"

Unwilling to utter any sound, you simply nod in agreement, knowing that even though the problem is only for tomorrow, you'll already feel the effects of it today.

It wasn't a good day for Tara.

The petite girl had tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to close her eyes with some inexplicable anger flooding her body. Every time she allowed herself to relax for a few seconds, the image of you being much closer to Charlotte Matthews than you should have been appeared in her mind like a bitter reminder.

And Tara could be very proud and stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She knew perfectly well that her sour mood was out of pure jealousy and anger at herself for letting you slip through her fingers. But even though the negative feelings had their origin within herself, Tara still wasn't the best at dealing with her emotions and she knew she was making her bad mood everyone else's problem.

Unfortunately, you didn't know this when you approached her in the hallways of Blackmore University, with an apprehensive expression on your face and your heart in your hand. If Tara noticed your increasingly close presence, she didn't move a muscle to show it, but she moved plenty to walk faster, trying to cross your path without making contact.

"Hey, Tara." You stop her with a hand on her shoulder. This wasn't the best place to talk, considering you had just left a class and your classmates were spilling out into the hallway, chatting and filling the space. "Can we talk about what happened yesterday?"

"You mean the tweets?" She asks with an indifferent tone, but you knew the girl well enough to recognize the clenched jaw that hinted at a touch of irritation. "You don't need to say anything. Seriously."

"But..."

"Look, really." Tara cuts you off, crossing her arms and avoiding your gaze. You could feel the growing aggression in her voice. "I'm not in the mood to hear about it right now."

You feel your heart crack a little. It seemed like Tara didn't even want to hear you say that you liked her. Was it some sort of denial? Like if she doesn't hear the words coming out of your mouth, can she pretend your feelings don't exist?

Either way, before you could retort, a familiar voice calls your name in the hallway, and you turn to see Lottie Matthews waving in your direction. But she stops and takes on a surprised expression upon noticing Tara with you. You hear a scoff, and when you turn back, Tara is already walking away, ending the conversation without waiting for your input.

A few seconds later, Lottie arrives by your side in the hallway, looking at you cautiously. "So..."

Feeling hurt not only by Tara's apparent rejection but also by how she seemed so disturbed by the idea of your feelings for her, you simply shake your head in denial, letting tears run down your face to ease the pain you felt on the inside.

You felt Lottie pull you by the wrist towards the bathroom, probably to give you more privacy in that emotional moment, and you were thankful, but you couldn't express anything other than anguish. It felt like your whole world was spinning and falling apart in pieces.

Fuck that shitty bird social media.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Tara and everyone else at the table (Chad, Mindy, and Ethan) looked up in alarm as Anika's impactful entrance echoed in. She dropped her bag onto the wooden surface with a thud and was glaring specifically at Tara with frustration.

"Baby, what-" Mindy tried to speak up, but Anika raised her index finger, and her girlfriend quickly fell silent with a final okay, adhering to the "happy wife, happy life" motto.

Everyone stared at the scene apprehensively, as it was the first time they had seen Anika so upset about something. Even Tara, who had an idea of the reason for her behavior, was just staring in a state of shock and fear.

"Listen, whatever you've done to Y/n, you need to fix it now." Anika emphasized, tapping the tip of her index finger on the table for added effect. "She's been crying her eyes out in the H building's bathroom for the past 40 minutes because of some shit you pulled."

"I… I didn't mean to…" Tara stammered and closed her eyes tightly, feeling a lump in her throat forming from guilt. Once again, Tara remembered one of Sam's warnings about seeking help to better manage her emotions and quietly cursed herself. The last thing she wanted was to hurt you, but she was like a ticking time bomb of negative feelings that unfortunately exploded onto you, who didn't deserve to suffer because of Tara's actions.

"I don't care about what you wanted or didn't want." Anika speaks sternly, not breaking eye contact with Tara. "All I know is that there's a girl who would give the world to you, crying because of your unnecessary rudeness, and you need to fix that."

Tara jumps up and gathers her things quickly, nodding in affirmation and avoiding the inquisitive gazes of their friends. "Yeah… I will. I'll apologize." The others watch her hurry off towards building H, and Anika slumps with exhaustion into the seat next to Mindy, which Tara had previously occupied.

"Do you think they'll finally confess to each other?" Mindy asks, gently petting her girlfriend's head, which now rests on her shoulder.

"They better. I can't go through this again." Anika replies, closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her girlfriend's fingers through her hair. On the other side of the table, the guys still have wide eyes, processing what they witnessed.

"Uh… You're not gonna explain anything to us, are you?" Ethan questions, gesturing to himself and Chad with quick motions.

The two girls exchange a quick look and respond in unison. "No."

Tara's hands are trembling as she reaches the bathroom door.

Nausea churns within her due to the nervousness of the conversation she's about to have. She knows she'll need to explain the reason for being so rude, which means she'll have to tell you about her feelings, even though she anticipates you'll reject her since you already have someone else in your heart.

Would you at least accept remaining friends? Or had she ruined that option by preventing you from discussing your compromising tweets about Lottie earlier?

With one final sigh and a shake of her head, Tara decides to stop stalling and takes the first step to enter the restroom and get it over with.

The first thing she notices is your back turned towards her. Your silhouette makes it clear you have your arms crossed, leaning your hips against the sink so your weight rests on your left side. The second thing she sees is Charlotte Matthews standing in front of you, using a tissue to wipe your face, which Tara imagines is damp from tears.

Before she could do anything, the soccer player noticed her presence and her mouth formed an "O" shape. Looking between you and Tara, she quickly mumbles, "I'll leave you alone," and exits the restroom, causing you to glance back in questioning.

Tara feels the air being sucked out of her lungs as your eyes meet. Your eyes and nose are red, and she can still see traces of the glistening trail down your cheeks. She takes a step forward and places her hand on the sink, noticing that you're still keeping your arms crossed and prefer looking at your own sneakers rather than at her.

With a sigh, she's the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about earlier today. I didn't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," you reply, shifting your right foot back and forth. Tara knows that's one of your signs of nervousness. "You can't control how you feel, right?"

The petite girl looks at you in shock, but you don't seem to notice, still looking down. Had she got it right? Did you know about her feelings? "That's true. Maybe I'm being selfish, but... I didn't want to ruin our friendship over this. Is that okay with you?"

You finally look at Tara. Your eyes widen, and you quickly nod. "Of course! I didn't want to lose you just because we're not on the same page. These things happen, right?"

Tara feels her heart ache at the sentence. Was that your way of gently rejecting her? "Yeah. These things happen."

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass, but neither of you move, fearing that any wrong move would spoil the small progress you've just made. Again, Tara, with her impatience, initiates the conversation, hating the absence of any sound. "I hope she makes you happy."

She watches as your expression changes to one of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. "What?"

"Lottie." Tara points back to where the girl had left a few minutes ago. "She seems... nice. You have good taste."

"You think I like Lottie?!" She's startled by the outraged tone of your question. You take a step closer, as if wanting to hear more clearly what she was saying.

"Wasn't it about her? The tweet you made?" Tara asks, more bewildered than you. "Pretty girl, brown eyes..."

"It was about you!" You burst out, unable to contain the information any longer. "I'm in love with you! The whole time, I was talking about you, Tara! I saw you in yesterday's photo, and you looked so beautiful that... hmph!"

You are silenced by Tara's soft lips meeting yours, initiating a passionate and much-needed kiss from both sides. Your hands descend to her waist as her hands pull you by the nape of your neck, trying to bring you impossibly closer.

Without breaking the kiss, you move clumsily until Tara's back is fully supported against the sink, your arms holding her in place by the hips. She sighs as you part for a breath, and a genuine smile forms on your face.

"Wow." You laugh and pull back slightly, just enough so that your noses are no longer touching. "I wasn't expecting that."

"I thought you knew I liked you." Tara laughs along, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck to try to ease the redness in her own face.

You gently stroke her hip with your thumb. "Is that what you were talking about earlier? I thought you were rejecting me."

"I thought you were rejecting me." She playfully nudges your chest with medium force. Tara's smile becomes a bit more subdued as she moves her hands from your nape to hold your face. "I'm sorry for being rude earlier and hurting you."

You shake your head. "It's okay. Now I know you were just jealous." Your tone is teasing, and you raise your eyebrows twice just to mess with Tara a little more.

"Shut up." She rolls her eyes, smiles, and pulls you by the wrist until you're out of the bathroom. "I'll make it up to you with some ice cream, what do you think?"

"If you throw in a few kisses in the middle of that offer, I might consider."

#scream #scream 5 #scream vi #scream 6 #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #scream x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter imagine #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x you

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Top Shelf

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warnings: my writing, language(bad words😯), my attempt at being funny, mention of gun shots and head shots, mentions of my favorite book(literally love Ruta Sepetys sm omg.

A/N: part 2? I am going to make you all suffer through the most oblivious slow burn. R if going to be so dumb/oblivious it’ll hurt you all🫶🏻

Word count - 3.6k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

(bare with me English is not my first language🥲 I’m getting help from my friend to edit it)

You were born to it.

The books. The films. The music and video games.

It was your life, literally. With your parents being owners of the infamous establishment called ‘top shelf’, you had no choice but to.

And you wouldn’t ever change.

Books upon books, movie after movie, games old and new and music that could last you weeks. Who would want to change such a life?

Your father was the first to start it.

He was poor man in Washington but had just enough money to buy it from the man who owned the small movie shop before he retired. He slowly started added book shelves and video games to the mix. Getting few customers but enough to survive day to day during the time of his early years

Your mother was a wealthy run away. Wanting something different and new in her life when she met your father. The man was playing on his game boy behind the counter before he saw her.

The poor boy and his run away wife, a classic really.

The rest after that is history.

As soon as they found out your mother was pregnant with you, they used the rest of her money they saved and went to New York where they bought the huge abandoned apartment complex.

They broke all the insides down and built what you now know as your second home. Hundreds of video games, films and music in one section and thousands of books in another.

Thus, Top Shelf was born only two weeks after you.

You met many friends there in the comfort section where students and business people worked as you all goofed off.

Your had also met your small friend group during your younger years, the four of you all never letting your father have the peace he wanted and dragging him all over New York.

With the thousands of books and hundreds of video games and films your parents sold, you had money. Lots of it.

But your mother made sure you never let that get the best of you, never. It went against everything she went for when she ran away.

She would make sure you would work for and earn everything you got, always.

She never let you have too much online activity, in case her family found you and made sure you were both street smart and book smart.

Your neighbors made sure you were street smart more than anything but you still gave her credit for trying.

Though, the book store was beautiful in every season. Winter was a favorite and when it was busiest. It was too your favorite.

Your father lighting the public fire place, your mother setting soft seasonal music, hell even the cheesy Christmas cartoons on the TV’s set the mood for the perfect bookstore vibe.

The lights dim just enough to where it almost felt like dark academy yet the plants that grew down the upstairs railing made the entire place feel more alive.

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“Bullshit!” You yell out as you throw your head back onto the head rest of your chair, groaning loudly as the photo sound of your death snapped in your ears.

“Man, he’s fucking using cheats!” Dru calls out through the mic before his name pops up above to yours in dark red on the screen as you respawn.

“Of course he is, he’s a pussy.” Mj says, as her name, too, pops up on the screen.

“Oh come on, guys!” Lyle says through his staticky mic. “You all just suck.” He laughs

“Now I know your cheating, dude. Your mic is acting up again, just like last time!” Dru says, the sound of his voice booming louder than needed and you roll my eyes.

“DD, just because you like to replay games without using cheats doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Lyle says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“It’s multiplayer, stupid! It’s meant to be fair for everyone!” Dru says making you snort. “Says the guy who chases around little kids and steals their horses making them cry.” Mj says making Dru blow into his mic making loud, unnecessary noises.

“Quit that!” You say taking one head phone off your ear. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Lyle starts. “Such a sore loser.”

“I’ll show you sore loser, get on Elden ring and we’ll test your irritation.” Dru says, mic now muffled by his own spit.

“Your tank build is not enough to stop me, comet azur will always save the day.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“And you call me a try hard, yet you’re the one always using a broken spell.” Dru complains. “Theres nothing I have to try hard at when I can just hold a simple button.” The sound of Dru’s groans become louder as his spit clears out from his Mic. “Same thing!”

You laugh once again before picking up your phone and looking at the time.

“Shit!” Your eyes go wide at the sight, 8:48 AM.

You quickly throw the head set off and push yourself out of the chair, opening your closet grabbing a quick pair of jeans and a hoodie before rushing to put it all on.

Your cat skids across the floor, startled by your sudden movements before a crashing in the your pile of books and out the door.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble as you jump up and down to put on your shoes, failing at not falling and race toward the door. “Sorry!” You call to your cat who yells at you next to his food bowl.

You grab your keys and rush out the door before slamming it shut and locking it.

“Ay, y/n!” Your neighbor, Rosa, shouts from beside her door. “Quiet will you! I just put Nona to sleep!” She yells raising her news paper tapping your head with it.

“Sorry! sorry, Señora Rosa.” You whisper yell as you try to push her weaponized hand away. “I’m just a little late.”

“And I just got a moment of peace! Quiet!” She says giving you one last wack making you try and shrink away from her as you rush toward the stairs.

“You got your pepper spray, right?” She calls and you raise your key chain to show her the attached small can. “¡Buena niña!”

You rush down the stairs and push passed the glass door, almost slipping on the ice before running down the street.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket making you quickly take it out.

“Hello?” You ask without knowing who it was.

“Arthur Morgan would be very disappointed at your sudden disappearance from an important mission.” Lyle says before sighing.

“It’s multiplayer, there are no main missions.” You say, trying to avoid the ice on the ground before stopping at the red hand across the street. “Plus, we were in the middle of four way 1v1. He’d be more upset that we were going against each other.”

“Loyalty is everything in such a game,” he says, sarcasm in his voice and you imagine him shaking his head. “Of course he would be upset at my bullet in DD’s head.”

“Why’d you call me exactly?” You ask watching the hand turn into a green man walking before taking off again.

“Well, you just yelled ‘shit!’ Before disappearing on us, had to make sure someone didn’t break in and kill you.” He replies casually as if he knew that weren’t the case. “But after hearing you continue on your ‘shit’ rant and the door slam I figured it was okay, just had to call and make sure, y’know?”

“Ever heard of a text, loser?” You ask, barley missing a man walking and looking down at his phone. “Gross,” he says before making a gagging noise. “why waste such time typing when I can simply just hit one button?”

“You’re so lazy.” You laugh out loud as you run across another street. “Work smarter not harder, Y/N. You should know this with that big brain of yours.”

“What if I want to work both smarter and harder?” You ask, running up to the glass window to see the books lined up. “Well, then your just weird.” You roll your eyes.

“Just kidding. I guess you can do both, I just personally prefer the alternative.” He says as the sound of guns shooting fills the phone. “Yeah, also sorry about leaving.” You say pushing into the store being greeting with the familiar smell of books and the warm smile of my mother.

“I forgot I had to get ready for work.”

“You’re at top shelf?” He ask and you reply with a ‘mhm’. “I might stop by later to say hello actually, I need a new game anyway.” He laughs as the sound of Dru yelling in the back ground becomes more prominent.

“Sounds good, see you loser” You say as you take your sweat shirt off, leaving you in your tank top you hand before leaving. “Later,” you hear him say before hanging up.

“Good morning,” you hear your mother say as you pull the staff sweat shirt over your head and pull up your sleeves. “Mornin’,” you reply before kissing her cheek.

“Wheres dad?” You ask looking around before your eyes setting on the woman stack a pile of books into one pile.

“He’s going to be out of town for a few days,” she says carrying the pile to the check back station. “A vacation, I insisted as I continue your training.” She says making you smile.

“We both know he needs it, he’s getting older.” She says and your smile fades as you nod. “So are you.” You mumble and she, too, nods.

“You know him getting old is different from me getting old.” She states, sighing quietly.

“What’s todays task?” You ask, quickly changing the subject at the sight of her sad frown. She looks at you for a moment before smiling once again.

She moves to storage closet and unlocks it, allowing you to see the boxes upon boxes along with stacks of different other things.

“To be a good store owner, you have to know your customers.” She says returning with a large box that you quickly take from her.

“Just put it on that table — and to know your customers, you must socialize and help them throughout the store.” She finishes as you take the box to the table noticing the label romance written across it.

“That also means having to work while helping the customers, so you’ll be on stock duty as well.” She says with a smile.

Yes.

You mentally say to yourself. Stock duty required work of you finding the places of different books, movies and games which also meant finding new things you didn’t know about before.

“One more thing,” you mother says as she walks behind the counter to finish opening up the store. “No head phones.” Your eyes go wide.

“But ma!” You call out to the lady who switches the sign from closed to open. “What else am I supposed to do when I stock!” You call, holding onto the white cords and swinging them around.

“Help the customers and socialize.” She laughs out making you frown. “I should call CPS.” You mumble carrying the box to the sorted area before hearing the woman’s laugh.

“Sure, call ahead but don’t be disappointed when they decline a twenty year old.”

You roll your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

“And after you sort those, get the others out of the storage closet!” You huff quietly as you glance back with a small playful glare on your face.

“If I wanted to work out, I would have gone to the gym.” You say and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be just as sore in the morning, trust me.”

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Hours hand passed, since you last seen the romance box having moved on to the horror section of the films.

You search through their placement areas, looking at all the old cinematic master pieces, the many Dracula films placed neatly next to each other, in order of both year and name.

Horror was one of the favorites when coming here, your father being a collected through his years he had many people couldn’t get their hands on.

Sure you could watch it online now but where’s the fun in that when you have a real copy with the static noises and written voices on screen. Some people still had some class left in them.

You hear a book hit the floor making the library echo as heads turned toward the cause of the sudden interruption of their silence.

“Shit—” You hear someone say quietly, making you roll your eyes as you place the rest of the CD’s in their rightful places before making your way toward the aisle the noise came from.

You subtly make your way toward the aisle while acting like your checking the books before taking a peek around the corner.

You see a rather short girl — shorter than the third shelf — craning her neck to look up at all the books in front of her.

Just to your luck, your mother placed a box for that genre next to the end of the shelf and you picked it up.

You make your way down the aisle and set the box toward the middle before looking up the girl who was already staring, and boy was she something.

Freckles littered across her tan skin, strands of her short hair fell from her half up half down style, her eyes — damn her eyes — they were the prettiest brown you’ve ever seen.

You smile lightly before picking up the first book and reading both the authors name and the title while trying to slow down your racing heart.

Who was this girl? Matter of fact, what was she? She wasn’t a regular, that’s for sure but you always get random people coming in so it didn’t exactly matter.

After putting away a few books, you glance up to see the girl a few feet away and on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on the fifth or sixth shelf.

You snorted quietly catching the girls attention making you quickly look away to keep yourself from laughing.

“You think this is funny?” She asks and you begin shaking in quiet laughter.

After a few moments, you compose yourself and stand shaking your head.

“No, not at all. Would you like some help?” You ask taking step toward her. She narrows her eyes. “Are you making fun of me right now?” She asks, both amusement and annoyance in her voice.

“Why would I do that? It’s poor customer service.” You say with a smile before watching her own smile grow.

“It’s poor customer service to laugh at a customer.” She mumbles before stepping back. “Please.” You walk up and grab the book.

“Look how easy that was.” She says, taking the book you held out for her. “Being six-foot-two does have its perks.” She says looking over the back of the book.

You roll your eyes but your smile only grows. Looking down at the book you nod and raise your eye brows, “that’s a good one, read it a few years back.” You say, making your way back to box of books.

“I’d hope so, for all the work I had to do to try and get it.” She mumbles making you smile and shake your head. “Anything else good?” She asks, looking down to you.

“You’re asking me if there’s anything else good in here when there’s just by the look of it thousands of books here?” You ask, smirking at her when she rubs the back of her neck.

“Yes, there is, I’ve read more than I can count. My recommendation board is up by the front desk if you want to check it out.” You say before placing crave by Tracy Wolff into the slot.

“You must have come here a lot before working then? If you’ve read so many books from here.” She asks, following hot on your trail with the book tucked between her arm. “Oh, for sure,” you say nodding. “The owners and I are real close, we were together a whole nine months before I was born.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the information. “You’re parents own this place?” She asks, gesturing to the entire book store and you nod, smiling.

It felt like you were a teenage boy, flaunting his muscles to a girl he finds attractive.

“Wow,” she says looking around once again. Book still tucked tightly into her arm as she did so. “Just wow. Your parents have taste.”

“More like their people pleasers.” You say shaking your head. The real other reason why horror is so popular in the movie section is because of their request.

Every week they check their request list and buy everything people ask for. New books, new movies, new music and games, there’s always something new. You’re surprised there’s still room, then again the place would be as big you supposed.

“They like having their customers choice their number one priority. It’s good business.” You say looking up to the girl who had a look of wonder in her eyes as she stared down at you but there was also something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

She stares at you for another moment before speaking again, “do you.. know who I am?” She asks and your furrow your eye brows in question.

“Should I?” You ask tilting your head. She stares for another moment again, eyes scanning your face and it’s features as if searching for something.

Her smile then grows, as she shakes her head. “You shouldn’t, or rather shouldn’t have to. It’s just a surprise.” She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You knit your eye brows together in confusion.

She walks out of the aisle and you catch the light smile on her face as she does.

What the hell? You wonder to yourself as you place the last few books away.

You were pretty sure that was the last section, unless your mother put out some more stuff you didn’t notice. You’d just check out the to-do list.

Your mother and father always had one for both you and their own sake. Adding things so no one would forget.

As you made your way to check out, you see the girl walking in the general distraction as well.

“All set?” You ask, placing the box inside the others, moving past the small door attached to the low counter.

“Yep,” she says once again staring at you.

You take the book you got for her earlier along with another you recognize almost immediately. “Between shades of gray?” You ask, looking at her as if she were serious.

“Your description seemed trust worthy enough to make me interested.” You glance over to see your board clearly flipped through before nodding.

You scan both books. “Careful, it’s sad, dark and traumatic. It’s one of my favorites though.” You say looking up at her, she pauses for a moment, staring at you once again and just smiles and shakes her head.

“I think I can deal with a few of those.”

“Bartering or buying?” You ask. “Bartering,” she replies and you nod. “Good, I need to get a review on what you think.” You say with a smirk and you see a glint of something in her eyes.

“Name?” You ask and she looks at you a little confused. “We have to know whose using our books, how else do you think we send emails threatening to charge or get them back?” You snort.

“Oh, your totally right.” she says quietly before taking out her credit card.

“Jenna Ortega..” she says and you nod, typing in the name before reaching for the credit. Her grip on the card tightens at your lack of response.

You pull the card gently but her grip is to hard for you to take.

“Can I… get the card?” You ask, looking around slightly uncomfortably with the stone like stare she was giving you.

“Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” She asks letting go allowing you to swipe the card.

“Again, should I?”

You both stare at each other, both confused and entrapped by the other.

You find is strange how she thinks you know who she is or why you don’t know her.

Maybe she was some big deal somewhere off and you still have yet to hear about her.

Her name did ring a bell but you weren’t sure. Was she a person you knew from your child hood? An old friend trying to reconnect? Maybe some relative on your moms sent by the older ones to investigate if it was really you.

“Miss Ortega?” You’re both broken out of your thoughts as two large men stand behind her. “Time to go.” he says gesturing to a few people who were standing and staring in your general direction.

One grabs the bag off the counter before quickly walking towards the door.

“Looks like I gotta go,” she says, smile now suddenly shy with others watching. “Don’t worry, I’ll return your book Y/N.” She says before walking toward the door, one of the men right behind her.

“Yeah, you bet-“ you pause after the the realization hits you. “Wait, how’d you-?” You begin to ask before watching her gesture to her chest.

You knit your eyebrows together, you look down to see the name tag right under the library symbol.

She was strange.. cute.. but strange

Read next sort here!

A/N : Some parts once again rushed🧍🏽‍♀️This is just an introduction I suppose, the details will get better I tried my hardest🥲

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #celebrity x reader #top shelf #book store #book store owner #scream #Wednesday Addams #Vada Cavell #tara carpenter #scream 5 #scream 6 #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x you

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦"

Inspo: Sleep Token - Drag Me Under

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Despite everything, Tara loves you nonetheless...

Warnings: D.P.D., angst, fluff

Words: 1477

A pair of hazel eyes watched you cautiously, almost stunned by your appearance. Seeing her silence as the best asset when it came to these certain nights–late nights when you’d go home with no explanation besides the blood on your shirt. Distinct fog in your eyes blocked her from even deciphering what could’ve been bothering you.

Tara couldn’t understand why you did what you did.

A serial killer. A girl with many mental issues, but more than capable of being a lover and a caregiver. It was just this other side of you no one was allowed to see–only her. This animalistic and rageful side of yourself that Tara had seen more times than she’d like to admit. And on many of those occasions, she still hadn’t made up her mind on how she felt about it. She should’ve been running in the opposite direction when she figured out who you were. Hell, she should’ve run the first night she figured out about “Mandy.” But she didn’t?

It didn’t particularly make sense as to why, but she didn’t. Maybe she was a sucker for the danger and the broken. Even though there wasn’t anything she could do to fix you. She could toss some pills at you to suppress Mandy for a little while. But how long until Mandy came out and just ended up killing more people than usual? These factors had to be taken into account and Tara knew that leaving you and loving you the way you were would be more than enough.

“What’d she say before she left?” Your voice was just above a mere whisper. Tara could’ve misheard it for the countless number of thoughts, but she was paying attention to every little detail of your figure. Your shoulders that were tense, your hands trembling with the hatchet in your grasp, and your lips that had specks of red scattered across.

“That nothing bad would happen to the both of you and that you loved me very much.” Tara's response made your shoulders relax a bit. Enough to not feel the ache as intense. And Tara picked up on this. “What’d you think she said?”

The glass of water had suddenly become more interesting than the conversation. Taking the cup in your grasp and strangling the shiver that ran down your back from its cold exterior, you took a sip.

At most, this entire situation could’ve been easily avoided. This entire relationship could’ve been avoided. You could’ve never let your desires dictate having someone to lean on and love when your mind was damaged like this. After all, someone like you didn’t deserve that. It wouldn’t have been what you wanted but it would save you from the shame you felt under her gaze.

You paid very little attention to Tara’s movements. The apartment she shared with her sister was deathly quiet. Sam had gone to bed hours before Mandy decided to take the wheel and go out on a cruise of the city. There was no telling what would happen if Sam figured out what you were. Mandy only gave you the satisfaction of control when she got you to the front step of your girlfriend's apartment. Leaving you to explain yourself to Tara, again.

Tara’s smaller figure kneeled between your legs. Her hands resting on your knees and those beautiful hazel eyes staring up at you. It didn’t feel real. If honesty was a huge factor in this relationship, you didn’t understand how she continued to be with you. Of course, Woodsboro was something you knew about. But this was different. She was dating you, a ruthless murderer who had no problem dismembering humans and dumping them in the Blight. So, how could she look at you so lovingly and be delicate in her touch? It didn’t seem fair.

One of her hands gently took the crimson blade. You hesitated but allowed it to slip from your grasp. She placed it on the coffee table and turned to you with a small smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You took her lead, holding her hand as she guided you to the main bathroom where she locked the door behind you and started the shower. There was a pause in your movements, but you eventually started undressing. It’s not like it would be the first time you were naked in front of her. The difference was that the circumstances were different and you felt ashamed. This relationship shouldn’t have worked out the first night you came home in such a state. But Tara decided to make it work against the better judgement of a normal moral compass.

Stepping into the shower, the warm stream of water fell on your face and hair. A gentle sigh fell from your lips as you rubbed your eyes furiously. But Tara stopped for a few moments just outside the shower in awe. The shine of your chocolate-toned skin is still her biggest weakness. How it looked under the moon, sun, and with a layer of water running down it made her thoughts a jumbled incoherent mess. And something in the way the blood of your victims ran down the valley of your breasts struck a deeper part of her mind that wasn’t normal.

Freeing herself from more than desiring thoughts, she slips into the open space in front of you. Soaking up the warmth of your body and a continuous stream of warm water raining down on her. The warmth of your hands resting on her hips only made a sigh fall from her lips, leaning into your touch. The entire idea that those hands, responsible for murder, held her so softly. Treating her like she was some sort of delicate work of art tended to Tara’s hubris. Gathering up the fleeting hope she had to try and make this work better than it already was.

And perhaps she was clouded in delusion. It’d been her goal for as long as the first night she saw you standing outside her apartment drenched in crimson. She didn’t understand what possessed you to come HERE of all places and Tara didn’t understand why she let you in. Perhaps against her own judgement or the genuine love she had for you. Since then, she promised to be the person you could rely on in these certain circumstances. And that whoever took control could trust her to take care of you.

“I’ve always feared she’d end things,” you whispered, barely heard over the sound of running water cascading between your guys’ bodies. Glad to know her back was to you so she couldn’t see the defeated expression on your face. Because there were still borders yet to be crossed in the relationship. She’d never seen you cry and she’s never seen you sad. In many cases, your fear could’ve been misunderstood for sadness, but Tara knew better, thankfully. She was a lot more perceptive than she let on.

“Mandy isn’t all terrible, Tara.”

“She murders people, Y/n. Terrible isn’t the word I would use to describe her,” Tara huffed in amusement. “And she’s taking you from me. So, she’s as terrible as I want her to be-”

“She loves you, Tara.” The response made the other girl snap her head in your direction. Eyes slightly widened by such an accusation. “I know because she leaves notes on my phone. Tells me what she did during the night. And she thought of you and decided to not kill tonight.”

“Then the blood on the knife?” Tara inquired.

“Some random rat.” And for a moment, you smiled at the thought. “Mandy doesn’t want you thinking she’s gotten soft over you or anything.”

And Tara smiled, heavily amused by such a thought. But she knew with love comes protectiveness and Tara had her fill of possessiveness when it came to your counterpart. Having spent a single night with her and barely able to leave her room without the woman questioning her where she was going. For someone so ruthless with their killings, Mandy was rather needy.

Turning fully, Tara cupped your face softly. “Even if she told me you didn’t love me, I wouldn’t believe her. I wouldn’t even let you go.”

The thought alone rattled your skull. Nothing about this relationship spoke “healthy”. You were constantly putting her in tough positions over your own problems, yet, she was still here. Promising you a life of normalcy? Were you even capable of something like that with someone so ethereal?

“But why? I’m broken, T,” you muttered, eyes cast to your feet.

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t capable of loving or being loved,” she whispered, kissing the corner of your lips. Shaking her head, she uttered, “I’m never letting you go, Y/n.”

Pursing your lips, you managed to meet her loving gaze. “Promise?”

She smiled. “I promise.”

And you believed her.

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The Other Ghostface

Amber Freeman x Reader

Genre: Angst ❀/Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,978 words

Warnings: blood, ghostface attack, violence, Richie because I feel like he needs one 🤷🏻‍♀️

The hospital was desolate come the afternoon. Nurses tucked away at their stations, monitoring the winding halls of various floors. One would think they were short staffed by the amount of times you clocked a nurse walk past. It was enough to count on one hand, if that. A police officer was stationed outside the door, in hopes to protect Tara and Sam from another attack. He didn't seem too worried as his eyes scanned his phone for his newest love interest. So when you ventured out of Tara's room in search of snacks, he missed the dark shadow that followed you.

The hum of the machine filled the otherwise empty hallway, offering a variety of snacks to choose from. The glow lit the white walls that surround you, creating a reflection on the glass. When a flicker passed behind you, it was your turn to watch your back. In the moments it took to turn around, the presence behind you had their hands gripped on your shoulders. In one swift movement, they had thrown you against the wall like you were nothing. A thud vibrated as your back and head slammed against the wall, leaving you crumpled on the floor. Adrenaline started to kick in at the familiar sight before you. Black boots, black cloak, black gloves and a mask that haunted the town you called home. They tilted their head at your state, calculating their next move. Flight was the only option, you weren't strong enough to compete with that and you did not dare to try. By the time you scrambled to your feet, Ghostface was ready to plunge their knife into your side. A scream ripples from your throat at the searing pain. Body frozen in the moment, scared that one twitch will move the blade inside of you.

A meek "Amber" escaped your lips, wide eyes staring at the black soul looking back at you. The mask shook, signalling that you had guessed wrong.

"I'm not Amber" the voice crackled to life, deep, dark and heavily modulated. The statement sending shivers down your spine. For all you knew it was Amber who reclaimed the prolific, alone. This had to be her which made this situation a lot worse.

"Please, let me live" a pathetic attempt at a plea, knowing that if Amber can go this far, she can go further. At the very least, you'll give her exactly what she wants, a show.

"You are so pathetic, begging for your life like it's important" Ghostface mocked, enjoying how you had become putty in their hands. They slowly twisted the knife, proving their point. A smaller scream found solace in the empty hallway, blood further coating your outfit. It trailed down your abdomen, leaving tracks down your lower body.

"Amber" one last plea should please the woman under the mask. The wound was enough to prove you weren't a suspect, you were merely a useless victim. When all you received was a throaty laugh in return, you knew that you truly had no clue what was happening. Their free hand grasped the bottom of the mask, pulling it above their head. When a masculine figure was revealed, it all clicked into place. This was not Amber, it was her minion that she neglected to mention. She let you believe it was a one woman show to gather the element of surprise.

"Richie?"

"That's right, the man that Amber deserves" even with the sharp weapon lodged in your side, you felt the need to roll your eyes at his statement. This angered the man, slamming you back against the wall. "She was too weak to harm you, but had no issue asking me to end your life"

"She wouldn't" without hesitation, he retracts the knife only to add another wound just below it. He leans close to your ear, his breath fanning over your neck.

"Oh she would. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her" another harsh movement pulls the knife out, Richie intent on initiating the final attack. A sickly grin spreads across his features, relishing in the doe eyed expression looking back at him. Using the last of your adrenaline, you kicked him in the groin, causing him to hunch over in pain. Without a second thought, you ran as fast as you could back to Tara's room, back to the safety of others. A trail of blood was the only evidence that a crime had been committed. Ghostface had disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared.

When the elevator doors opened, Sam observed the bloody mess in front of her. Her eyes followed the trail resembling a crime scene to discover you in the middle. She sprinted toward your bloodied body, screaming for help as loud as she could. The moments after became a blur as you slipped in and out of consciousness. A beat of black occurred only to be interrupted by consistent beeps, stirring you from your slumber. The bed felt wrong, the air smelled sterile, the sounds were confusing, it startled you. In a fright, you launched forward, aggravating the wounds you had sustained. A pained groan left your throat as your hands instinctively grasped at your wounds. At the sudden movement, Sam was up and out of her chair, ready to help in anyway she could.

"Woah, hey, it's okay, you're okay" Her voice filtered through the noise, hoping to ground you to this moment. Her hand wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her. She could feel how your muscles tensed at the physical affection, clearly traumatised from the earlier events. "Would you like me to let go?" She questioned, wanting to pass the control back to you. A weak shake of your head encouraged her to wrap you fully in a hug. After what she had seen, it will be very hard for her to let you go. It was when the door opened wide mixed with the noise of the wood bouncing of the stopper, that separated you both. One out of pure fear for the next attack and the other ready to defend at any given moment.

A very disheveled Amber stood at the entrance with wide eyes, tussled hair and laboured breaths. She looked like she had raced through every red light and ran up multiple flights of stairs just to reach you. The sight would have been endearing, if the attack was not replaying in your mind. How this could have all been part of her plan. That she had asked Richie to carry out your death like you had meant nothing. You couldn't decide what was worse, the act itself or the utter betrayal you felt.

"Are you okay?" Without a second thought, she rushed to your side, ignoring Sam as she eyed her carefully.

"No" the tone in which you spoke showed a side that Amber had yet to see. It was cold and blunt which contradicted your usual warm and happy tone.

"Can we have a moment alone?" Amber conjured her most friendly voice, in hopes that Sam would just leave.

"I don't think that's a good idea" Sam narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to your side. Amber was known for choosing her battles poorly and she truly believed she could take on Sam.

"And why's that?" She countered back, standing tall to add height to her defence.

"Because you were unaccounted for during the attack, again. How can I be so sure you're not the killer?" Sam noticed how you tensed, eyes averting to the sheets below. She thought it was due to the attack, not that she was completely correct in her statement.

"You think I would hurt Y/N?"

"Can't be too sure"

"You're insane"

"Says the killer"

"Enough" Both of your hands landed heavily against the bed, signalling the stand off to be over. "Sam it's okay, I can do this" you didn't miss the way Amber looked at you, eyebrows creased in confusion. She was under the impression that Sam did not care for you, turns out she was wrong.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure"

"Well I'll be right outside if you need me"

"Thank you" Sam placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, squeezing your hand in the process. She slowly walked past Amber, watching her closely as she left the room. All Amber did was roll her eyes at the action, like Sam could stop her if she really wanted to kill you. But that was besides the point.

“What happened?” She asked like she hadn’t the faintest idea of who or what could have done this.

“You know exactly what happened” you seethed, Amber could see the fear and anger swirling behind your eyes.

“I actually don’t, so why don’t you tell me?” Her patience was wearing thin, she was not one for push back. This may be a new side of you but Amber was not dealing with it, not right now at least.

“Richie”

“Don’t act stupid, it doesn’t suit you Amber”

“How do you know it was him?”

“He made some grand speech then revealed himself”

“He took off the mask?!” The shock was evident in her voice and that infuriated you. She was more worried about her boy toy revealing himself than her partner being stabbed to death.

"That's what you take away from all this?! Not that I could have died, or the fact you neglected to tell me there was an accomplice, or that you orchestrated the whole thing so you could avoid the blame" The tone in which you whisper shouted was full of rage. Even Amber could sense that she had gone about this all wrong.

"Baby I would never hurt you, and I would never be so cowardice to ask someone to harm you for me. He was talking shit, trying to turn you against me. Don’t listen to him, you’re stronger than that” she tucked a strand behind your ear, before her hand cradled your cheek. Her thumb stroking in hopes to calm you, bring you back to her.

“You should have told me” clearly defeated, you rested your head in her hand, allowing her to get closer to you. In the best way possible, you were now hugged tightly against Ambers chest, her fingers running through your hair and soothing your worries.

“I know, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You’re not exactly the best actor” a moment of silence passed, both in deep thought that came with an attack like this. For you, you were walking a thin line between trust and double cross. With what had happened you didn’t know what to believe and that is more nerve wracking than the actual attack. For Amber, she was stewing inside over Richie’s actions. How dare he hurt you like you were a throw away character? You were the endgame, the one that Amber wants by her side when she’s claimed as the survivor. She would make Richie pay for his actions, even if that meant a gruesome death.

"I'm going to kill him" Amber stated, her inner thoughts seeping out into her vocal cords.

"Not unless I do it first" a chuckle vibrated from Ambers chest. The anger she once had turning into one of love and awe. How did she get so lucky to have you?

"Fuck baby, you know all the right things to say" you looked up at her in such a way that she could fall in love with you all over again. It was what you said next that really solidified that you were her one and only.

"How about we pin this all on him? Skip the final act and make it seem that it was all his idea. We kill him, we survive and live on victorious"

"I like the sound of that"

"Where do we start?"

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman imagine #Amber freeman #scream #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 5 imagine #scream 5 x reader #scream 5

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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stainedstardom · 11 months

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Do you write for Sam Carpenter? Do you think i can request a Sam x fem macher reader fic that would be about the reader being stu machers daughter who also experienced the same things as Sam did and the reader and her connect and the reader also has the thing where she sees her dead serial killer father like sam and during the ghostface shrine when sam stabs Detective Bailey it’s actually both the reader and Sam and when they take off their masks the reader and sam start making out with eachother.

hi! i do write for sam so thank you for this request! the duo between sam and the reader being stu and billys daughters is one of my favorite so this is an amazing idea nonnie!

CONNECTION

sam carpenter x fem!reader

you didn't hate seeing your dad in your dreams but seeing him when you were awake was the worse thing you ever had to experience. knowing that he wasn't coming back due to him being psychotic was the worse thing about it all and you wished it didnt happen.

sometimes you wished that he would just go away and not exist but he wouldn't. at least you had sam, sam knew that you saw him and you knew that she saw her dad, it was sort of a way of bonding between the two of you.

when you two found out there was no judgement, she saw through you and you saw through her. it was what made you two perfect for each other, the perfect pair and from there, everything was different.

you two had became official girlfriends and everyone knew about it. even if they didn't know, they saw the way you protected her and the way she looked at you which led you to right here, in the shrine.

you had just watched Tara stab ethan in the throat and you turned to sam. she shot quinn in the head and you could feel the drip between your thighs, you shouldn't find it so attractive but you do and that was going to be a problem for her and you.

you watched ethan fall to the ground as tara stabbed him in the heart and the head making sure that he was truly dead and you made eye contact with her

"go" you said and she nodded as she ran off leaving you and sam to deal with detective bailey. you stole ethans robe as sam stole quinns and put the masks on yourselves. you could feel yourself growing aroused just from looking at the women

"do the honors" sam asked as she handed you the phone and the modulator. you called detective bailey as you both hid behind the screen and watched him.

his phone rang and you smiled under the mask as he answered it and looked around

"what? what do you want?" he asked

"Oh bailey, you know what i want" you said and it was clear he thought that you were sam making this part even more entertaining and fun for you.

"who do you think theyre going to believe sam?" he asked and you laughed

"who said i was sam?" you said and you handed it to sam

"i think theyre going to believe the one that's alive" she stated and she ended the call as you both walked out from behind the screen and stabbed him. yours went through his back as hers sliced his neck open and you both stared down at his dead body.

you took off the mask and she did too. you stared at her sweat covered face and she stared at yours before she grabbed your waist and pulled you in. her hands held your ass as yours held her waist and you kissed her.

her tongue slipped into your mouth and you sighed as you opened your mouth wider and she smiled again, it was clear that this was blood lust but it didn't matter because as long as you stood above baileys dead body and kissed her

it would be clear that you had a connection

A/N: what is up with me going on hiatuses and then coming back. i have a problem and I hate it

#sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream #scream fanfic #scream 6 x reader #scream 6 imagines #scream 5 x reader #scream 5 imagine

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ultrone · 1 year

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𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ⋮ 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗡

cw. just amber being hot, nothing new 🫡

n/a. as i was writing this headcanon i thought that this could be a great story, so imma do that instead and leave y’all with a cliffhanger 🤣 also i hope y’all like the header i made, got a bit carried away on picsart HAHAH

n/a 2. i was already working on a football player amber x cheerleader!reader series but i got burnt out while writing it and my plot became a mess, so i’ll work on this one instead while i get back at it; would y’all like this to be a one-shot or a short series?

𓏲 𑁍 amber freeman is the star football player of woodsboro high school. her controlling and competitive nature helping her become a great captain and teammate.

𓏲 𑁍 she plays alongside chad and ethan, who she met during football practice and later became part of her group.

𓏲 𑁍 as one would expect, being the captain of the football team has brought her considerable recognition among students; with many girls taking notice of her, finding her very attractive and desirable. as a result, she has become the object of flirtation for several girls at school and parties.

𓏲 𑁍 despite her cold demeanor, which many people find attractive, amber enjoyed the attention she was receiving. she never missed an opportunity to flirt with any girl she desired, as no one ever said no to her.

𓏲 𑁍 it became a common thing to hear moaning thru the bathroom stalls or lockers, and if you ever did, you just knew those sounds were being caused by amber.

𓏲 𑁍 on top of that, she didn't care much about love, seeing everyone as a potential one-night-stand rather than seeking any kind of lasting relationship. she also chose to prioritize her football career over stupid romantic shit.

𓏲 𑁍 but that was until she met you.

𓏲 𑁍 you were at mindy's house watching stab 8 with liv and tara. chad asked amber to come over after football practice. it was then that amber laid eyes on you and was captivated by your beauty. although she had seen you around school before, that was the moment she truly took notice of you.

𓏲 𑁍 however, she quickly grew annoyed because despite sitting next to you in the living room, you didn't even look her way or pay attention to her. this was something amber wasn't used to anymore, as she had become accustomed to everyone having a crush on her or trying to impress her.

𓏲 𑁍 ever since that day, amber promised herself that she would make you fall in love with her, no matter what it takes.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman headcanon #amber freeman imagine #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x you #scream 5 #scream 5 headcanon #scream 5 amber freeman #scream 5 imagine

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kulapti · 8 months

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Aug 2023, bookbinding of The Silent Isle Imbowers by Tharkuun.

I’m sooo so so pleased to finally share this! I have been actively working on this for many months and waited until Tharkuun received her copy before posting so the final result would be a surprise.

-----------About this bookbinding under the cut

This binding has been one of the more elaborate pieces I have attempted so far. This has been my first binding where I (1) made three copies of a piece at once, (2) used a modified a historical illustration, (3) collaborated directly with another artist on the decorative elements, (4) finished matching art for the cover and title page, and (5) layered paint and heat-transfer vinyl for the covers. These are also (6) the first non-tiny books I have made with this style of hinge and cover attachment.

Pretty much immediately after I first read this story I felt I had to make myself a copy of this. I had a strong mental image of a vintage-looking cover for a fairy tale, with a deceptively simple design of flowers on the cover, probably with fancy metallic accents, the kind of thing you’d find in an interesting used bookstore with no summary, no text on the back, no dust jacket, just the flowers and maybe a title. I’m going to make a separate post about making this cover design a reality because oh man has it been a journey lol! I designed and drew the digital art for the cover (digital because of the cut and application method), as well as the corresponding title page illustration (pencil and dip pen, scanned, title added digitally).

When I asked Tharkuun about it she was excited to suggest I get in touch with quillingwords, who generously agreed to collaborate with me! Among her talents quilling writes calligraphy, and hand wrote both the book title and chapter headers for me to incorporate into my plans. Check OUT those chapter headers! So fancy! A font could never!! Quilling has also been very encouraging and let me yell about this project in dms for months so the final result could be a surprise for Tharkuun. Thank u so much quillingwords, your calligraphy adds invaluable amounts of swag to this project.

I was going to do some kinda neat font for the chapter headers, but quilling’s work is too cool for that and I decided to use a modified piece of a historical illustration instead. The illustration also happens to be cool as heck: I was browsing the Artstor database (an academic quality resource available for free via Jstor, my beloved) and found E. N. Neureuther's 1836 gorgeous etching for etching of the fairy tale Briar Rose, an illustration made for a printing of a Brothers Grimm recorded German fairy tale with Sleeping Beauty elements. Much to my delight this illustration not only matches the general look I wanted but is actually relevant to the story, itself a Sleeping Beauty spinoff.

Slightly less stylistically consistent are the endpapers, which are prints of two different paintings by Arnold Böcklin: Isle of the Dead (1883) in the front and Isle of Life (1888). The first painting had occurred to me as an excellent visual to go with the story, and Tharkuun and I discussed this and agreed that pairing it with the related later, more optimistic piece was too thematically appropriate to resist.

I had fun and learned a lot making these books and I am very pleased with the result!!

Materials: Archival bookboard, cardstock, cotton cheesecloth mull, archival PVA glue, linen thread coated in beeswax, paper cord, red cotton embroidery floss. Blue cotton backed with archival paper, acrylic paint, machine cut black and gold heat-transfer vinyl. Laser printed text and illustrations. Metallic scrapbooking paper.

#artists on tumblr #bookbinding #ficbinding #fanbinding #dreamling #my art #here there be fandom #the sandman #the silent isle imbowers #tharkuun #described #id in alt text #pls imagine me screaming continuously about this project for oh idk 4 or 5 months? oh I can make shiny books??#im not allowed to @ people in this post apparently #links and fic rec in reblog #laying on the floor I found a few missing words I must have deleted on accident while fixing formatting #poppies (Papaver somniferum) and mugwort (Artemisia vulgaris)#tailfeather binding

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 10 months

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Amber Freeman adores you! (Part 5)

She never wants you to be scared of her

She never wants you to fear her

She never wants you to be uncomfortable when shes holding you. And when she told you shes ghostface you

Weren't happy about it at all. But you understood why she became ghostface and

She lovingly told you she'd never hurt you. Ever!

And that if she hurts you she would never be able to forgive herself because

She loves you so much and

You told her to keep the ghostface costume and knife away from you

And when she played a prank on you she scared you as ghostface and you punched her so hard she went to the ground. And yelled

"Agghhhh!!!!"

"Baby?" You said. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" You asked feeling concerned.

"Where in the world did you learn to punch so hard?!" Amber squealed.

"And what's what you get for taking my chocolate covered pretzels!" You said and giggled.

"Can I still have some chocolate covered pretzels baby?" Amber asked.

"Yes baby". You said. "I'm sorry I punched you".

Amber giggled. "Yay! And ehh dont worry. That was a hell of a punch!"

And you and Amber cuddled on the couch and watched scary movies.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 3 months

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Hiii <3 can i get something with Tara? i miss her. she and reader have a sleepover and they break friendship rules. smut if you can pls

I have not written girl smut a long time, but with the release of the new Mean Girls in theaters...the words come easily (did I say that? no I didn't)

Warnings: 18+, spoilers for scream 5, nipple play, clit play, fingering

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You and Tara have been having sleepovers at her house since you were ten. Unfortunately, they had to be paused during Tara’s recovery as she was taking a lot of medication that made her sleepy and, with her broken leg, her cast was taking most of her small bed. Not ideal for sleepovers.

Two months went by, and now her leg was fully healed…which meant sleepovers could start again.

Like we used to.

‘’I got popcorn and M&Ms this afternoon for the movies,’’ Tara informed as you walked in with your backpack on your shoulder.

The air felt different as you stepped into Tara's house. Although you hadn’t been there when she got attacked, you couldn’t help but imagine the scene every time you were in her doorway or kitchen. How scared Tara must have been when she opened the door and got greeted with a knife in her stomach.

You nodded as you took off your shoes and jacket. ‘’Have you picked a movie yet?’’

‘’No. You can pick something you like. It was your turn, right?’’

Although you didn’t have sleepovers, you’ve been in Tara’s bedroom many times during her recovery. She was sleeping a lot of the time, but you stayed by her side. You even set up fairy lights for her because she didn't feel comfortable alone in the dark. Being brutally attacked leaves trauma behind.

‘’Have you picked yet?’’ Tara asked, walking in with a huge bowl of popcorn.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and snapped your head toward the bedroom door. ‘’Eh, no. I have not. Do you want horror or a rom-com?’’

‘’We can do horror.’’ She climbed on the bed with the popcorn and got under the blankets, her soft leg brushing yours as she settled in comfortably.

‘’Are you sure?’’

Tara nodded. ‘’No slashers, though,’’ she warned.

The movie turned out to be a complete mess. You should have read letterboxd reviews before starting it. Between the bad acting, the cheap jumpscares and the storyline that had so many loopholes, you couldn’t tell which was worse.

Sam came home from work just as you were starting the second movie, stealing some of your leftover M&Ms before going for a shower. Tara complained and threw popcorn at her, making you laugh.

You let Tara pick the second movie. It was better than the first one, but it had a lot of sex scenes in it. Usually, you didn’t mind sex scenes. They were part of a lot of horror movies nowadays. What made it uncomfortable was how close to Tara you were while watching them. You tried shifting your eyes from the screen, but the brunette with small tits reminded you of your best friend…which you were dying to make a move on.

When the movie ended, Tara turned off the tv and you laid down on your side, pulling the covers higher. It wasn’t cold, just a habit.

‘’Did you not like the movie?’’ Tara asked in the semi-obscurity, her face close to yours on the pillows.

‘’It was good,’’ you lied.

‘’Then why were your eyes off the screen most of the time? You can tell me if you didn’t like it. I’m not gonna get mad and give a whole speech about how great it was like Mindy does.’’

A small laugh left your lips. Mindy had very loud cinephile opinions. You can’t just casually watch a movie with her. It was entertaining to watch her and Amber debate on movie nights. They had different preferences and often contradicted each other’s opinions.

But that won’t be happening anymore.

‘’You’re my favorite person,’’ you quietly confessed, the words getting out before you could stop them.

‘’You’re mine too,’’ Tara responded, her voice small and quiet. She inched closer, her brown eyes looking right at yours. ‘’I missed this — us,’’ she added. ‘’I’ve probably said it already, but thanks for being there. I don’t think I would have gotten through all of this without someone to anchor myself to.’’

Amber’s betrayal had been hard on Tara. Unlike body pains, they couldn’t be appeased by painkillers.

You reached out and gently grabbed Tara's hand, your thumb brushing over the raised scar. ‘’I’m always gonna be there for you.’’

‘’Promise?’’ She inched closer again; her breath ghosting your lips.

You nodded. ‘’Promise,’’ you repeated, praying you hadn't read her actions wrong as you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss.

It was over too quickly, your anxiety telling you she wasn't into you and making you pull away. Congratulations, you just ruined your friendship! But Tara quieted that voice, pressing her mouth back on yours again.

The covers rustled quietly, Tara's hand finding its way to the side of your face, fingers delicately tracing the outline of your jaw. You kissed her back with a fever that made her gasp, a sound that went straight to your core.

It was difficult to control your impulses. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.

‘’Tara—’’

She shook her head, stopping you. ‘’Kiss me.’’

So you did. Again.

You didn’t know where this was going, but you knew you didn’t want to stop it.

You kept your hand on Tara’s waist, not wanting to rush into things, but Tara was whining and rubbing against you, making it harder for you to not straddle her and get your hands and mouth all over her. Or maybe it was what she wanted?

Fuck it, you said to yourself, giving in and letting your hands wander under her shirt. If you went too far, she would tell you, right? You slowly kneaded her breasts, alternating. Your fingers traced her nipples which made her let out a very faint moan so you flicked her nipple again. She was so responsive and cute.

Starting to feel hot, Tara pulled off her sleep shirt, exposing her small tits. You had seen them before in the P.E. changing rooms, but now it was different. You didn’t feel wrong for looking — well, staring.

She noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks got hot. ‘’It’s not much, I know,’’ Tara apologized, embarrassed by her small tits.

Shaking your head, you shut down her insecurity by laying her back on the bed and taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking on it.

The sensation made her bite her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered shut. ‘’That feels good.’’

As you were doing so, you tentatively reached a hand down to Tara’s pajama shorts and teased her over the cotton, which was quickly soaked through.

She pushed her hips against your hand. ‘’Please.’’ She paused, her breath uneven. ‘’Touch me.’’

You could feel your own arousal soaking through your panties from her words, her small noises making your cunt tingle.

Ignoring your own needs, you slipped your hand under her shorts and panties. Tara's back arched as your fingers brushed her wet folds, massaged her cunt softly without adding too much pressure. You didn't want to make her moan too loud, Sam's bedroom was right across from hers.

You gave attention to her sensitive pink clit, continuously massaging your thumb over it and causing Tara to clutch her pillow as jolts of pleasure filled her. ‘’That feels good— ah,’’ she sighed softly, reaching down to tug on her nipples.

She was so beautiful like this, laying on her back and her body writhing from your touch. You brought your mouths together again, kissing as your hand that wasn't in Tara's shorts traveled down your body to shove your bottoms down your thighs and play with your clit. You whimpered into Tara's mouth.

You continued your motions until you could feel her climax getting close, waves of pleasure rolling through her body with a last buck of her hips, clenching around your fingers with a death grip as her entire body twitched with the aftershocks.

Withdrawing your hand from her panties, you fell back against the pillows and finished yourself, parting your knees and rubbing your clit so fast it made your eyes roll back. Beside you, an out of breath Tara watched with awe as your arousal dripped on her bedsheets, creating a dark patch. It wasn’t long until your climax crashed over you, joining your best friend in her post-climax haze.

‘’Well, that was one hell of a sleepover,’’ Tara said, a small giggle coming out of her.

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