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I get the feeling Jack and Castiel's redone heaven is a very different thing, besides no walls...

Like, it gives you thing's you want right?

So Dean of course wants Sam so even though it didn't seem like a long drive at a simple bridge stop, Sam's there.

Cas and Dean meet up soon after as well. It's not totally clear what happens between them, but they are running bar together shortly after and have their own house. It's odder when Benny, who was pretty sure he was morosely wandering Purgatory, a tiny amazon child in tow, then their walking out of the endless woods and come upon a bar. Dean's smile is radiant when he see's Benny, and so many things when he see's little Emma. In short order Benny has a spot behind the bar beside Dean while Castiel entertain's Emma with colorful drink parasols. (Jack show's up because he wishes to meet one of his siblings.)

Dean is somehow not surprised when Sam show's up with (he mocks delightedly) a vertaible harem. Madison apparently knows asl a bit and she and Eileen haven't stopped signing yet (Castiel joins in) Jess and Sam keeping giving eachother goopy eyes while Amy and Gabriel chat verbally. (Sam admits he already got to see Sarah, but that obvoiously her husband and daughter are with her.) Dean wonders if it's very selfish of him to be glad Sam's Amelia is nowhere to be seen.

Amy never speaks to him or acknowledges his existance. He accepts that as his jus deserts.

He isn't upset, like he thought he might be when Hannah comes in. (He does make a face at Balthazar but Bathazar makes a face right back so he thinks that's cool)

Jimmy and Amelia show up, and Cas, Sam, and Dean are happy to regale the two of all they know of Claire's life and accomplishments. Sam being the most recently dead knows the most. He and Jimmy get especially soppy over memories (and pictures) of Claire and Kaia's wedding.

Time probably passes. Dean, Benny, Cas, Balthazar and Hannah, little Emma in tow go home and return. They go on walks and drives. Sometimes he and Sam get together for a "just us drive". Sometimes Adam comes with. It's...slow going, but Dean and Sam try and Adam tries...Adam becomes much, much happier when a morose and apologetic Michael shows up. Dean figures he can't throw stones about ones eternal partner...(but he really wants to) (granted he also wishes Gabriel would stop with the eyebrows. He doesn't care if Sam is technically and old man...that is his baby brother why are those eyebrows waggling!) (Lenore who has also come by, her own bar coming into being directly across the street from Dean's, does the same thing. Sam looks delighted and helpess at all his loves. Lenore is a love he didn't even ever consider...but she's hear now and Dean whines because he was the brother with the vampire significant other...Sam's just copying him...) (This doesn't stop him from teaming up with the former trickster for an epic prank war.)

Henricksen makes his way to the bar. Along with sweet Nancy. Dean actually squeaks a bit when Benny gestures her behind the bar. He thinks he feels something like twelve with his first crush with her. It's something so very new and he thinks he likes it. Henricksen "I think you can call me Victor these days" drops by every now and then. He's on Dean's team for the prank war. (Nancy and Hannah get along great)

Dean, Sam (and Adam once he's introduced) are giddy when Henry Winchester arrives.

The real Meg Masters comes in at one point. Sam and Dean thank her again for trying with her last breaths to help them, she tries to aplogize for her angry ghost self but gives up with a happy laugh when they stick their fingers in their ears and sing until she stops. She has nothing to ever apologize for.

John and Mary come in...things are strained between them all. A lot of hurt...a lot of disappointment clouds their interactions. Emma tries to bite John's ankle.

Ash opts to live part time and the roadhouse and part time at Dean's bar, which mysteriously named itself Thursday's Child at some point. Dean also obediently goes to visit the roadhouse at Ellen and Jo's demand. Jo never work's at Dean's bar...but she does eventually make her way home with him and the rest. (Sam points out that he can't mock his number of significant other's anymore.)

Andy Gallagher, when he shows up, shepherding a scowly blonde goth girl and a sweet looking girl in front of him, zeroes in on Sam. He becomes Lenore's bar's resident "guy who sleeps on tables" but often follows Sam home. Lily (who made Sam look like he wanted to cry until the girl awkwardly kicked his shin and told him he tried and it wasn't his fault) and her girlsfriend mostly hang out at Lenore's when they pass through.

One person who goes to Sam's house, not the bar is Barry, the boy Sam had been friends with at Truman, not looking much older than when they were there. It's heartbreaking to think on. Sam does cry, when Barry knocks on his door one day. Interestingly enough, when he heads out to spend time with his friend...Sam is a child again for that time.

One day, when Dean takes a walk alone, he meets a young man. He knows him. Amy Pond's son. Dean accepts his earned censure and if Amy and he are with Sam, Dean know's he won't be seeing his brother that day.

Crowley, really, Fergus Macleod, shows up. He's on a bit of a time share with hell, he can't always be in heaven, his past as a demon being a bit problematic, but gets visiting rights.

More people come, Claire and Kaia, Garth (Dean no longer has any reservations about hugging Garth). Bess, Gertie, Little Cas and Littler Sam, Little Dean...a variety of folks that the winchesters or other's they know drop in and out. It's often busy and crowded and Dean is never truly alone.

It's Heaven.

#supernatural #heaven #i have feelings #this is ridiculous #the barrier between purgatory and heaven is thin for those who...should totally be in heaven #so many pairings #accidentally turned into a fic #destiel #dean x benny #sabriel #saileen #sam x madison #samjess #dean x nancy #victor henriksen #garth fitzgerald iv #sam x amy #Emma Winchester

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amaranthhiding · 1 year

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SUPERNOTCURSED Part 1

I know, I know, all of these aren’t exactly a new observation, I just had to think about this again. Sarah Blake (1x19 and 8x22) Jessica Moore (Pilot) Madison (2x17) Amy Pond (7x03 and 7x06)

#sam winchester #supernatural #spn #sam x sarah blake #sam x jess #sam x madison #sam x amy pond #amaranthmeta

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Reclaiming a Legacy

Ghostface!Amber Freeman x reader

Not my gif

Warning(s): canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood

Word count: 4k words

Summary: You knew someone was behind the new ghostface kills, but you could have never guessed it was your girlfriend, and that the reason behind everything was you, and your past

Request: Can you write something with ghost face amber x reader. ask

A/N: I wanted to give my girl Amber a better motive bc she deserves it✨

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You knew your girlfriend was a bit of a bitch sometimes, but never a murderer. Sure, she was rude and probably lacked common decency, but when you two were alone, she was kind and sweet.

There was no way she could be ghostface.

And that was what you told Mindy, after the third time that day in which she had questioned you about Amber.

“Mindy,” you said, exasperated. “I love you. I really do, but if you keep insinuating my girlfriend is a killer I’m going to kick your ass.”

“I’m not,” Mindy said, in a tone that told you she was actually aiming at that, toeing the question but not saying it out loud. “I’m just saying, out of all of us…”

“It can also be the nerd obsessed with horror movies who’s related to one of the legacies,” you shot back. “Or the big sister that has suddenly come back after years of no contact. It can be anyone.”

“Sure thing,” Mindy said, rolling her eyes. “But if anyone would want to kill Wes…”

“No one would want to kill Wes,” you said, slamming shut your locker. “He was a good kid. No one held grudges against him. He was chosen because life isn’t fucking fair.”

You cleared your throat when you noticed kids around the hall staring at you. Great, you were going around school screaming about the unfairness of life; as if you needed people to suspect you and your group of friends more.

“Okay. Sorry,” Mindy said, putting a hand on your shoulder. You almost shook it off, still pissed off at her, but with everything that was going on you weren’t sure who could be the next victim, so instead you hugged her.

“I’m sorry too,” you said, pulling away. “It’s just— everything is too stressful. I can’t stand it.”

“I get it,” she said. “I’m sorry. I just want to discover who the fucker is so we can all be safe.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m gonna hang out with Amber and help her with the party, so I’ll see you later. ‘Kay?”

“Okay,” she kissed your cheek. “Be safe.”

“You too.”

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

“Stop fucking in my couch, horny fuckers,” Amber said, pushing two kids away from said couch.

The party was in full swing, almost everyone from school within Amber’s house walls. You thought of Wes, and how he’d take people remembering him with a party. He would have probably hated it, but it had been Amber’s idea, and it was hard to convince her not to do something once she had put her mind to it.

“Hey,” you said, glad you had finally found your girlfriend. It was hard to miss her, considering her attitude filled every room she was in, but parties like the ones she threw were so overwhelming even she could easily disappear in the crowd.

“There you are,” Amber smiled, shortening the distance between the two of you. She rested the red cup in her hand on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around you, nose caressing your neck. “Mm… I’ve missed you,” she said, pulling away to give you a kiss.

“You just saw me,” you giggled, standing on your tiptoes to give her another kiss. She smiled, pulling you even closer to kiss your cheek.

“What? Can’t I miss my girlfriend?” She raised an eyebrow, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Of course you can,” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck. She rested her head on your neck, kissing it softly. “What got you so happy?”

“I’m throwing a party and I have you in my arms,” Amber said, pulling away. There was a glee in her eyes that made your bones chill. “What else could I want?”

“A lot, actually,” you said. Despite how close you two were, it was still somewhat hard to hear her over the music coming from the kitchen. “A million dollars, three hundred puppies, world peace…”

“Nah,” she said, smirking. “I still prefer you.”

You blushed at that, kissing her again. “You dork.”

“A dork you love making out with.”

“That I do,” you smiled, tangling your hands into Amber’s hair as she put her lips on yours.

“You’re so hot,” she said, kissing your jaw. You moaned, tilting your head to the side to give her more space. “Fuck. I love you, baby,” she said. Her voice was sweet and velvety, just like how it was when she talked with you on the phone. You loved these moments where she was vulnerable; it made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too,” you said. Amber was kissing your neck again, and you tightened your hold on her hair when she began to suck on your neck.

“You do?” She asked, pulling away. You were a little taken back by the sudden movement. “You love me?”

“Wha— of course I do,” you said, looking into her eyes. There was something there, swimming with the glee in the brown waves of her irises, something that made you want to run away from her arms. Instead, you pulled her closer. “I love you.”

“Even if I was the killer?” You tensed, trying to step away from her. She shook her head, dragging your body into hers. “Would you?”

“What the fuck, Amber?” You asked. Mindy’s voice came into the front of your mind; Do you think your girlfriend is capable of killing someone? “Are you for real?”

“Of course not,” Amber said, kissing your forehead. She sighed in anger when she noticed you were still tense. “Relax, babe. I’m just fucking with you.”

“Don’t joke about things like that, Am,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

“Jesus,” she said, stroking your back. “Don’t be such a bitch. I was just playing.”

“Let’s just drop the subject, alright?”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Amber said. She was swaying you softly, and the motion was helping lower your frantic heartbeat. “Would you?”

“Uh?” You raised your head.

“Would you still love me if I was the killer?”

“Fucking hell, Amber.”

“Would you?” She repeated. You remembered those random questions she would sometimes ask, out of the blue— would you still love me if I was a worm? Would you still love me if I took shits the size of cars? Would you stay with me if I lost all my teeth?

But that question… it felt different somehow. Like a test you weren’t even aware you were taking.

Would you still love her if she was ghostface?

“Of course I would still love you,” you said, hoping it was all just one of those times she would ask stupid questions.

She smiled, all perfectly lined white teeth popping out in glee. You were taken aback by her happiness, and even more when she pulled you into a passionate kiss. It left you breathless. When she moved away, you could still see the happiness dancing in her face. She looked like a kid that had gotten away with stealing a cookie from the kitchen while their parents weren’t watching.

“Oh, look,” she said, moving away from you. You were momentarily confused at the loss of her warmth. “Tara is here.”

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The phrase “Welcome to act three” changed your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you thought as you hid from your girlfriend, Liv’s blood still fresh in your face. You had plans for the future, in which you moved into the city with Amber, and graduated college, and then got a nice job and got married. You couldn’t have planned for this. Who would?

Amber was ghostface. And you had been too blind to see the truth. If you made it out alive, you knew Mindy would never shut up about it.

How could you have been so goddamn stupid?

“Y/N.”

You turned to your side, seeing Sam kneeling beside the sofa, hiding away from Amber as she dragged someone into the kitchen. Sam raised her hand and gestured for you to go with her, and you did without even thinking. When you reached the older girl, you grabbed her arm, looking into her eyes.

“Fucking hell,” you said. You couldn’t even blink; it felt like your eyelashes had been glued to your face.

“Sh,” Sam whispered, moving closer. You could see her hands were shaking as she looked around. A gunshot was heard, followed by a ringing so deafening you closed your eyes as you covered your ears, cradling your face in your hands. “Fuck.”

“She killed someone else,” you said, still trying to wrap your mind around how she meant ghostface and also Amber.

“Ri—” Sam took a deep breath. “Richie. I— I heard his voice right before— before she—”

“Fuck,” you said. “Sam…”

“Y/N,” Amber called from the kitchen in a singsong voice. “Baby, where are you?”

Sam put her hand over your lips, pulling you closer into the sofa, as if it would magically cover the two of you. You saw Amber enter the living room, wearing the infamous ghostface robe. A chill went down your body at the sight of the blood on her face.

“Baby—”

Tara appeared then, hitting Amber with one of her crutches. Sam went quick into action, getting up and kicking away the gun that had fallen on the ground.

“Bitch,” Amber said, grabbing a handful of Tara’s jacket and pushing her away. You ran towards the girl, helping her sit up. Tara had fallen face first, and it looked like she had broken her nose, judging by the blood running down her chin.

“Fuck you,” Sam said, grabbing Amber and throwing her to the ground. She eyed the gun the same time Amber did, but you knew Sam was cursed; she had pushed Amber right into where the gun was.

“Not so fast, bitch,” Amber said, gun in hand. Sam moved to stand in front of Tara, and all you could do was stare at your girlfriend. “Baby,” she said, turning to look at you. “Come here.”

“Am—”

“Come here,” she repeated, voice sweet. You could see her finger, pressing harder onto the gun’s trigger. If you didn’t move fast, she was going to shoot Sam.

“Okay,” you said, raising your hands. You walked towards Amber, allowing her to grab your arm and turn you around, pushing you into her body.

“Ah. Much better,” she smiled, kissing your cheek. “Now we just have to wait for the bitch to show up. I’m guessing she’s close, right, Samantha?”

You saw Sam’s hand hold tighter on her phone. “How do you know about Sidney?”

“Oh, honey,” she laughed. “If Sidney is anything, it is predictable. I’m guessing she has already figured out whose house is this, and is coming with Gale to save the day, as always.”

“You’re sick in the head,” Tara said. Blood was still dripping from her face, and you were thankful when Sam held her; she looked like she was going to pass out.

“Haven’t you heard, Tara?” Amber asked. She was pushing you away from them and towards the stairs, her grip on your shoulders so hard you knew it would bruise. “We all go a little mad sometimes.”

“Fuck you,” Tara said. You admired her— she could barely stand still yet she was facing off a killer with a gun in hand; you, instead, did nothing as she manhandled you around the house. If only you could do something to stop her…

“Fuck me?” Amber laughed. “You little shit. I kept you alive and this is how you repay me?”

“Should’ve killed me,” Tara said. The girl looked terrifying, with a bloody mouth and eyes opened wide.

“Okay,” Amber said, aiming the gun towards Tara. You watched as her finger pulled the trigger, and didn’t think twice before slamming your body against her, pushing her into the ground. The bullet hit the ceiling instead of Tara’s forehead. “What the fuck?”

“Run!” Sam said, rushing towards your side to pull you up. With your help, she carried Tara upstairs, where you hid in one of the guest rooms.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. You were leaning against the door, breathing fast. “I can’t believe— fuck.”

“How are you?” Sam asked, always the protector.

“How am I? Look at Tara. I think she’s got a concussion.” Sam turned around to see her sister lying on the bed. She was resting on the side, and even though her nose had stopped bleeding, she still looked too out of it. “We should hide her,” you said.

“What?”

“We can’t stay here,” you said. You could hear the front door opening, and Amber screaming. What the hell was she doing? “She’s going to come looking for us. Tara can barely move. She needs to stay somewhere hidden.”

“She needs a fucking hospital,” Sam said, harshly.

“Yeah, but she can’t really get help until we stop Amber. She might kill the people in the ambulance.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded, swallowing hard as she looked at her sister. Running a hand through her hair, she looked around. Soon enough, your eyes met. “The closet,” you said at the same time.

You heard gunshots, followed by a door being slammed shut. You looked at Sam, and took a deep breath. “Take care of Tara.” You ran downstairs, closing the guest room’s door behind you. You hoped Sidney and Gale were okay, and that everything was over. Instead, someone dressed in a ghostface costume greeted you on the last step, making you almost fall.

“Hello, Y/N,” ghostface said. He was using a voice changer. “Fancy seeing you here.” Ghostface pushed at your legs, making you trip. When the person grabbed you by the waist and pushed into their chest, you knew immediately who it was.

“Amber,” you said. You felt tears in your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. Richie —holy shit, Richie was the other ghostface— was holding down Sidney. When he saw her, he threw her another piece of rope.

“Tie her up and go find Samantha,” Amber said. Without even looking at you, she tied your hands together.

“I’m fucking trying,” Richie said. The rope in his hand was being wrapped around Sidney’s hands. What the fuck were they doing?

“Jesus, you’re useless,” Amber said, taking off her mask. “I’ll fucking do it. Go find that bitch before she ruins everything.” Richie nodded, but still stayed until Sidney’s hands were tied. Only then did he leave, pushing the woman into Gale’s body. You followed shortly after, falling into the two injured girls.

“You won’t win,” Sidney said. You were momentarily surprised by her calmness, but of course, she was Sidney Prescott; she had probably gone through worse at the hands of ghostface and survived to tell the tale; this was probably a normal Tuesday night for her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Amber said, raising her gun.

“You never win,” she went on. “You think you do, then you make some mistake and it all goes to shit. I’ve seen it happen before, four times. It’s better if you just untie us and let us call the police.”

“I’m gonna win,” Amber said, moving closer to her. “I’m going to fucking win, okay?”

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Gale spoke. It petrified you how scared she sounded. Was this really the way you died? “You could be the first ghostface that doesn’t die. I could write about you.”

“And what? Call me the bitch that killed your ex-husband while I rot in prison?” Amber laughed. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You really want your girlfriend to see you die?” Gale asked. You were taken aback by her words. Of course she would go for manipulation, she was a writer after all. It surprised you when you saw Amber hesitate, lowering her gun slightly as she looked at you with dark brown eyes.

“I’m doing this for her,” she smiled then, all doubt cleared from her face.

“Ah, so that’s your motive,” Sidney said, sounding annoyed. “Love. I think that’s a new one.”

“You shut your fucking mouth,” Amber said, aiming the gun back at Sidney.

“Here she is,” Richie said in a singing voice. You heard struggles, and then he entered the kitchen, dragging Sam with him.

“Perfect,” Amber said. “What about Tara?”

“Passed out in the bed,” Richie said. Sam groaned in pain as she was pushed to the floor in front of you. “Tied her up and locked the door. Caught this one,” he kicked Sam on the stomach “trying to hide her.”

“Aw,” Amber said, in a mocking soft voice. “Aren’t you the perfect sister?” Richie laughed at her words, stepping away from Sam.

“Time for the big finale,” Richie said.

“Tara is tied up, then, right?” Amber asked. Richie nodded, a gleeful look on his face. “And Chad is gone too?”

“A bullet between the eyes,” Richie laughed gleefully.

“Good,” Amber said. The next second, she shot Richie in the head. All four of you stared in shock. Your ears ringed, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the loud gunshot or the sight in front of you. Richie fell to the ground, blood seeping out of his head and mouth. You almost threw up at the sight of his gray matter laying on the ground. “Now, the real finale,” Amber smiled, turning back to you. “Who wants to die first? Uh?”

“Me,” you said, sitting up straighter. It was about time you were the brave one.

“Oh, baby,” Amber said, chuckling softly. “No. No, you’re not going to die. You and I are going to survive, and we’re gonna be the final girls.”

“Jesus,” Gale said. “Are you out of your mind? All of this for… for what? To be the new Romeo and Juliet?”

“Romeo and Juliet die at the end, you dumb bitch,” Amber said. “No. This is about Samantha.”

“My father,” Sam said. Even though you couldn’t fully see her, the sadness was clear in her eyes. It wasn’t fair, all the guilt she would carry with her if she made it out alive.

“Yes,” Amber nodded. “Your father, your grandma… you have a pretty crazy family, Samantha. Once this is over, all we have to tell the cops is that you wanted to live up your father’s legacy. Once they took a look at your pills and therapist notes, there’ll be no questions about who’s the killer.”

“There’s always two ghostfaces,” Gale said.

“And the other one is right there,” Amber pointed at Richie’s body. “You convinced your boyfriend to kill those people as an act of love, and he did. Good thing I was there to stop you before you killed Y/N.”

Sidney laughed, looking at Amber with almost pity in her face. “And why would Y/N be Sam’s target? Just because? For this to work, it’d have to be Tara.”

“No, no,” Amber said, shaking her head. “You’re not taking everything into consideration.”

“We’ve been through this before,” Gale said. “You think you can outsmart us?”

“I’ve already done it,” Amber said. “Because I know something you don’t. Something that explains everything,” she shook her head, smiling. She looked crazed.

“Jesus,” Sidney said. “You’re even worse than Jill. Stop with the dramatics.”

“Y/N is Stu Macher’s daughter.”

“What?” Gale asked, looking at you. You felt as confused as she did.

“Amber, what the fuck are you talking about?” You asked.

“Stu is—”

“In an asylum,” Amber said. Something shifted in Sidney’s face, something that told you she already knew. “Locked up for years. I know what you’re gonna say,” she chuckled. “How could he have a daughter?” Amber kneeled down beside Sidney. “That’s what I told myself for months when I saw the papers. I thought, “but how? It’s not possible”, until I realized that it could be pretty easy to explain since Y/N’s mom is a psychologist.”

“What is with people in this town and leaving important documents just laying around?” You murmured.

“You can’t be serious,” Sidney said, interrupting you. “How…?”

“Why do you think she got fired?” Amber looked at you. “For sleeping with a patient. With Stu. C’mon, Sidney, I thought by now you were used to secret family members appearing out of nowhere.”

“So that’s it?” Gale asked. “You find some papers and you decide to start killing people?”

“No!” Amber said. You flinched at the scream. “No. Of course not. I had to check everything. This was too big to just say unless I knew for sure. So I investigated, and once I was sure, I searched for a partner online. Someone who would appreciate this plot. Someone who would know how important Stu Macher being alive truly was,” she eyed Richie, on the ground with blood slowly escaping his body.

“Plot? This isn’t a fucking movie!” Gale said.

“It will be, one day. The two daughters of the first Woodsboro massacre killers, facing off each other. Isn’t it perfect?” Amber turned to look at Sam. “Spoiler alert, you lose.”

“You’re sick in the head,” Sidney said. “You know the danger you’re putting her in? People are going to chase her like they will with Sam.”

“But Sam doesn’t have me,” Amber said. “I’m always going to be there to protect Y/N. Always.”

“Not if I kill you,” Gale said. Within a second, she was up, taking advantage of the surprise movement to throw Amber to the ground. Sidney got up next, grabbing a knife to cut the rope, and Sam, to your surprise, ran out of the kitchen and upstairs. You watched everything unfold before your eyes landed on the gun that had once again fallen.

“Stop!” You screamed, gun in hand as you pointed it at the three women.

Amber had Gale by the hair and Sidney had the knife in her hand, raised to stab Amber in the chest.

“Baby,” Amber said, pushing Gale into Sidney’s body. “Lower the gun.”

“Y/N,” it was Sidney this time, looking at you hesitantly. As if you were going to shoot her. Were you? “Don’t listen to Amber. You can’t be sure.”

“I would never lie to her,” Amber said. She turned her face to look at you. “You know I wouldn’t. You know it, baby. I’ve told you nothing but the truth.”

Your hands shook, but you didn’t lower the gun.

“I love you,” Amber said, in that soft voice you only heard late at night, head pressed on her neck while she ran her hands through your hair. “I’ve done this for you, so you could be the new Sidney— so you wouldn’t have to live under the shadow of Samantha.”

“Am…”

“She’s lying,” Gale said. “Once this is over, the moment you do something she doesn’t like you’ll be next.”

“I’d never hurt her,” Amber said through gritted teeth, grabbing Gale by the shirt. “I’ve done nothing but take care of her.”

You knew your time was running out. Sam had probably opened the guest room upstairs already, and once she was done checking in on Tara, she would come back, more than likely with a weapon. She would be ready to kill Amber, and Sidney and Gale will help her.

Did you want them to kill her? Was it an honor reserved just for you?

Were you going to kill everyone but Amber, and save her?

You weren’t sure, not as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready for your next move. Still, you pulled the trigger and hoped to god you had made the right choice.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman imagine #scream franchise #scream 5 #scream v #ghostface #ghostface!amber freeman #ghostface!amber #ghostface!amber x reader #mikey madison #tara carpenter #sidney prescott #sam carpenter #Reclaiming a Legacy

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joe burrow on obx??!!

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

authors notes: face claim is Madelyn Cline. these are so fun to make lol. ooc?? all pics are from Madelyn Clines Instagram. joes pics are from his Instagram. enjoy!!

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thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoy writing these series.

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caitlynskitten · 8 months

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Mindy: You don’t know talk dirty?

Sam: Im just….. not used to doing that.

Anika: Did Richie ever…..actually don’t answer that.

Sam: Ugh I don’t what to say. I just don’t feel sexy. How do you girls do it?

Mindy: I mean me and Anika have our own dirty talk. I don’t exactly want to get into it. But uh…. Tara! What about you and Amber?

Tara takes a moment to remember the last thing Amber said during sex.

Amber: I’m going to take everything from you. And make you suffer.

Tara: Uh…… she’s not much into dirty talk either.

#scream #scream movie #scream movies #scream 5 #scream 6 #tara carpenter #Jenna Ortega #mikey madison #amber freeman #tamber #tara x amber #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #incorrect quotes

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mikeysw1fey · 6 months

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Woe and behold

request linked here

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: death, betrayal, murder, blood,

a/n: IM SORRY TARA. IM SORRY READERS. guys i’m back writing again so feel free to send requests :)

“Hi baby.”

I smile at Tara’s pet name as I walk over to our group during our lunch break ignoring Ambers lingering glare towards Tara.

“Hi.” I reply sitting beside Tara and leaning over to kiss her cheek gently. Sitting back against the bench I glare at Amber for a second before turning back to Tara who now rests her head against my shoulder.

“Do you wanna come over later? Sam’s not gonna be home for hours.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively and I let out a laugh. “Sorry, I have an assignment I need to start, next time though I promise.” I kiss her forehead gently before turning my attention back to the group most of which didn’t even notice our affection exchange.

……

School finishes rather early today, letting me head home at a decent time.

Opening my front door I head to my kitchen, humming a tune as I open the fridge and sigh at the lack of contents inside. I debate what to do next when a thud in the other room causes me to pause, my hands moving slowly towards the knives beside the microwave.

“Hello?” I call into the empty apartment, the largest knife gripped so tight in my hand my knuckles bleed white. “If this is some kind of prank Mindy I’m going to have your head.” I yell out again slowly inching towards the living room.

Silence encompasses the house. Not even a whistle of the wind can be heard as I creep along the carpeted floor.

But the silence disappears as quickly as it appeared as another thud causes my head to snap around, a figure dressed in black with a white mask rushing at me.

Ghostface.

I scream as it wraps it’s arms around my torso, the glint of the knife pressing to my throat gently enough as to not draw blood but hard enough that I know if I move it’ll hurt.

Panting can be heard from behind the mask before an arm is removed from my waist to pull of the hood revealing the face behind it.

“Hi baby.” Ambers cheeks are slightly red as she giggles at my glare.

“Your an asshole you know that? We aren’t meant to be in our ghostface costumes unless we are actually pulling a murder.” I snap shoving Ambers shoulder as she pulls the knife from my throat.

The black haired girl pouts. “I wanted to see you. And I wanted to go over the plan again.” Her arms wrap around my waist, the black robe pressed against my body.

“Your lucky I love you.” I narrow my eyes playfully before leaning in to kiss her lips. “Yeah, I know.” Amber replies cheekily before leaning in to kiss me again.

“Can we kill Tara next? Please?” Amber pulls back and presses her forehead to my own. I raise an eyebrow at her question, my own forming on the tip of my tongue. “Are you jealous baby?” I smile slightly and lean over to peck her jaw as she frowns. “Just- I don’t understand why you have to pretend to date her.” Amber shrugs looking towards the floor.

I chuckle gently and tilt her chin back up so she can face me. “I love you Amber. Not Tara. I’m only dating her to have an alibi for the murders. She’s nothing to me. I promise.” I reassure the girl before me who nods slowly. “Ok.” She replies and nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck before pulling back suddenly.

“Don’t you have an assignment to do?” Amber asks with a puzzled frown. I shake my head and move my mouth beside her ear. “Lies. I just didn’t wanna fuck Tara. She doesn’t do it as good as you.” I whisper breathily, smiling at the goosebumps arising on her neck and the tightened grip on my waist.

“Wanna prove that theory?” Ambers eyes go dark as she gently pushes me towards my room. I nod enthusiastically smashing my lips against hers in search of satisfying the fire burning at my core.

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“Welcome to act three.” Amber pulls the gun from her pants and shoots Liv straight through the forehead. Blood splatters all over my shirt as I fake a scream, pretending to be terrified. “Run.” Sam shouts, grabbing Richies hand and heading out the room, bullets narrowly missing her figure much to my disappointment.

“Baby, follow me quickly.” Tara cries hobbling in the doorway on her crutches. Amber stands on the other end of the room causing me to glance between the two.

“Baby?” Tara’s voice holds caution as she remains frozen in place. “Sorry T, but she’s not your baby anymore.” Amber smirks maliciously, her hand extended to me.

I laugh at Tara’s shock before moving to grab Ambers hand and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. My body remains glued to Ambers as I release her lips only to see Tara had disappeared. “Coward.” I scoff kissing Amber quickly before taking the gun from her hand.

“Hey baby I wanted the gun.” Amber pouts. My eyes roll playfully before I lean in close to her ear. “If I get the gun then once this is all over I’ll make it up to you.” I pur.

Amber nods enthusiastically before pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’ll find Sammy, you look for Tara.”

Nodding, we head out seperate ways. “Tara. Baby. I promise I’ll make this quick.” I shout maniacally, slamming open doors and dragging the gun against the walls to increase the tension and hopefully her terror.

Only when a crutch smacks me in the face do I realise I had fallen into a trap. Tara swipes her second crutch under my legs causing me to tumble to the floor, my gun clattering out of my hands and under the table inches away from my fingertips. Her moonboot digging into my side time and time again.

“No, I’m sorry baby. Your hurting me Tar. Please.” I beg curling in on myself as she continues battering me with her crutches. “You. Mother. Fucker.” She pants, the hits slowing as she grows tired. Her hesitancy as I plead gives me enough time to kick my foot hard against her broken ankle, a snap causing her to scream out in pain before collapsing against the wall.

I leap up, pushing my hand against her throat ignoring her cry. “You couldn’t even tell your own girlfriend didn’t love you.” I pout condescendingly.

Tara paws at my hands, tears spilling down her cheeks as her breathing slows. Just as her hands go limp my own breath gets caught in my throat. Pain rushes through my stomach and I instinctively drop my hand from her throat and move it to my abdomen.

Looking down, blood pours from a bullet wound, the red pooling on the floor just inches from where Tara has collapsed onto her knees. “Touch my sister again you bitch. I dare you.” Sam spits from behind me, gun outstretched in her hand.

My breathing comes out in short sharp gasps, no words leaving my throat as I attempt to speak. With a strangled gasp, I collapse to my knees tears flowing down my cheeks.

“Amber.” I manage to whine earning a scoff from the tall dark haired woman before me. “She’s gone.” Sam snaps placing the gun down to reach for Tara who holds her throat, eyes wide and vulnerable as she gazes at me.

“Please.” I pray on her vulnerability, reaching a hand to her to which Sam slaps away.

“You motherfuckers.” A high pitched screech echoes throughout the hallway before a pattering of footsteps causes Sam to re grab the gun.

Ambers jaw is clenched tightly, her hand wrapped around the knife as she lunges at Sam swinging wildly. “I’m gonna rip out your heart you coward.” She screams before another gun shot is heard, Amber freezing in place.

“No.” I gasp finding enough strength to reach for the black haired girl who stumbles slightly gazing up at Sam in torment before collapsing against the wall, slowly falling to the ground.

Reaching her side, my body slumps against the wall, rejecting my attempts at moving closer. Removing my bloodied hands from my stomach I press them against her chest where her blood pours from.

“No. No.” She whimpers, blinking slowly, her gaze moving from the sisters to my eyes, her brown softening slightly. “Not you.” She manages to wheeze. Tears crawl down her cheeks, a weak hand raising to cup my face.

Both Carpenters remain on the other side of the room, now standing up, Tara’s arm wrapped tightly around Sams waist in order to remain stable. “Come on let’s get out of here. Let them be.” Sam looks almost sorrowful as she leads the shorter girl out the house. Tara looks back only once as they walk away, her own tears falling over her quivering lips. “Goodbye.” She whispers to herself.

“Keep your eyes open for me baby.” Amber breathes, her chest rising and falling with difficulty. I smile dopily at her but that smile falters as her hand drops from my face, her own face scrunching up in a grimace, the pain spreading from her chest as more blood pours out of her wound.

“Ambs.” I manage to breathe, the searing pain in my stomach increasing as sobs begin racking my body. Amber groans half heartedly, her head lolling to the side. “No no no no.” I whimper. My hand presses as hard as I can possibly can against her chest pleading the blood to stop pouring as I watch her chest slowly stop rising.

Heartache tears through my chest, the torturous feeling worse than the bullet wound as I watch the woman I love mosts eyes become devoid of her usual soft brown.

“I love you baby.” I wheeze letting my own head fall against her chest, ignoring her bloody wound. It can’t hurt her anymore.

I can’t find the energy to remain with my eyes open, not wanting to witness Ambers corpse any longer. Instead I succumb to the dark blanket of death, feeling my chest slow and the pain fade.

And just as I find myself drifting into the endless void, Ambers voice echoes through my head.

“See you on the other side.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #amber freeman #scream #mikey madison x female reader #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #angst

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imwritingforfun · 9 months

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Just enemies?

mikey madison x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- mikey madison is a person who everyone wants to be friends with well almost everyone no one knows why mikey and y/n hated each other so much it was probably because y/n decided to join a play for the main role only to find out mikey was doing the same thing

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Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Signing up

2. I can't have anything

3. She can't be fr

4. Let's take a vote

5. It was mine first

6. Could it be?

7. Since when were you friends?

8. It has to be mine

9. Running low on patience

10. I have a confession

11. Sounds like you're crushing

12. bitter taste of jealousy

13. Can't talk leave a message!

14. They aren't answering

15. Maybe I am crushing

16. Everything is going wrong

17. This can't be happening

18. Not your fault

19. Getting asked out

20. Our first date

21. It's official

22. You're the second choice

23. Congratulations on the part

24. Tba

25. Tba

(I'm gonna wait awhile before I start writing for jack again)

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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Ultraviolence

pairing: Amber Freeman x Carpenter!Reader, Tara Carpenter x Carpenter!Reader (platonic), Sam Carpenter x Carpenter!reader (platonic)

request: reader misses her ex girlfriend who turned out to be ghostface

words: 1.928k

warnings: mentions of murders, betrayal, longing, mentions of guns, mentions of knifes, angst, basically the events of Scream 5, bad writing

Grief; intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death.

Everyone in their life has to tackle grief at least once or more. Some are lucky and don’t come across the emotion very often, others are not as lucky. You and your sisters are the unlucky ones.

Throughout your life you’ve experienced a handful of moments that have brought you to grief. Your and Tara’s dad leaving the family after learning the truth about Sam’s father, Sam abandoning you and Tara for five years without any goodbye, your mother never truly present in your life and your love ex girlfriend betraying you and dying that very night.

The last one is still the most painful one for you.

After the entire Ghostface incident in Woodsboro that almost killed Tara, Sam and you, the three of you took off to New York along with Chad and Mindy.

In the beginning it was fine.

You kept yourself occupied with enrolling in college, finding a job and moving into the apartment with your sister. That took you a few weeks until you were fully settled in, your bedroom was decorated and everywhere else was also as perfect.

But then the nightmares started.

Seeing that god awful mask glowering down at you as Ghostface stabbed you in your stomach slowly, chuckling at every cry and plead you made. Every time you remembered that moment you could feel the horrific pain in your stomach as if he was stabbing you again.

You didn’t tell Sam nor Tara about the horrors that haunted you every night, you didn’t tell them either that you began to refuse to sleep, dreading seeing that mask again, dreading seeing her.

Months slowly passed and the nightmares stayed with you as did the longing for your Amber. Not the one you saw on her final day, but the one you went on dates with, the one you told secrets to, the one you loved.

You saw Amber everywhere.

In the mirror whenever you notice that jagged scar on your cheek or the nasty scar on your stomach. Whenever you heard her favourite song being played you could hear her singing some of the lyrics in your mind. The photos on your phone of the old Amber, the ones you refused to delete.

You still kept some of the stuff Amber had given you throughout your relationship. A custom made CD with your and hers favourite song on, a framed picture of the two of you on your first date and even Amber’s favourite hoodie that you “borrowed” from her.

You know it’s not healthy and probably even damaging but whenever you try to throw them out or even burn them you always end up backing out every time.

Months passed as the three of you lived your life together in New York.

Tara refuses to acknowledge the past.

Sam is trying to heal from the past.

You keep thinking of the past.

Tara seemingly moved on and even made new friends, Mindy got herself a new girlfriend, Chad has made so many friends you’ve lost count, Sam has been going to therapy and even started dating again.

Meanwhile you can’t tear your mind away from Woodsboro.

All you can do is think about her. Her and her creep of a boyfriend she cheated on you with, her with that gun, her with that knife. It’s just her.

Why can’t you just move on?

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On the one year anniversary of the Woodsboro attack you didn’t leave your bedroom until two in the evening, your starving stomach begging you to. You sighed as you slowly rolled out of bed, instantly you got a hit of a cold breeze, you shivered at the feeling.

Walking over like a zombie towards your wardrobe you pulled at the first hoodie you could grab, your heart clenched violently as you noticed who’s hoodie it was.

The hoodie itself was quite basic, a black hoodie with no particular design on it. Just the way Amber liked it. You could only tell it was Amber’s since it had a long bleach stain on it’s right shoulder, something she did by accident when trying to clean the hoodie.

You smiled weakly to yourself as you recalled the day Amber called you in a panic asking you how to get rid of a bleach stain. Tears swelled up in your dead eyes as you stiffly put the hoodie on.

It didn’t smell like her anymore.

You sighed dramatically as you walked over to your bedroom door, slowly pulling it open. Your eyes narrowed as light shined into your face from the opened windows. Lowering your head you made your way to the kitchen without even bothering to look to see if your sisters were in the apartment.

Making a beeline to the fridge you opened it as your eyes glanced over the items inside, you grabbed a container of cranberry juice before you shut it quietly. You could feel your sister's eyes staring at you but you didn’t have the courage to turn towards them.

As you began pouring the scarlet red juice into the glass you couldn’t help but notice it looked identical to the blood Amber’s hands had. You felt bile coming up your throat to which you swallowed back down forcefully, shutting your eyes tightly.

The grip you had on the glasses tightened as you tried thinking of anything else, you only released your grip when you felt a wet substance trickle down onto your hand. You snapped your eyes back open as you stared at the overflowing mess.

“Shit.” You mumbled in a raspy voice as you stopped filling the glass with cranberry juice, placing it on the counter as you grabbed the glass again as you slowly lifted it to your lips to take a sip of it.

You didn’t even bother cleaning your hand as you turned around planning on returning to your room but you got stopped by Sam’s voice.

“That’s her hoodie isn’t it.”

You froze as you felt your entire body stiffen at her words. You don’t know how she knew. Turning around slowly you saw Sam sat on the couch looking tired herself.

You nodded silently as you swallowed the emotions rising up in your throat. “It was her favourite.” Sam didn’t say anything as she stared at you with her dark eyes.

You didn’t say anything as you walked towards her, dropping your drink on the coffee table on the coffee table as you sat next to her. You didn’t look at Sam in the beginning as your eyes stayed focused on your blood red cold drink.

“You miss her, don’t you?” Sam whispered as she broke the silence. Your jaw clenched as tears began spilling from your eyes against your will, you wiped them away furiously as you let out a bitter laugh. “How fucked is that, I still miss the person who killed my friends and tried to kill my family.”

Sam stayed silent as her hand slithered into yours, giving it a squeeze. Your eyes never left the glass of cranberry as you spoke.

“I hate her so fucking much, Sam.” Your voice cracked as you let out a sob. “But I miss her so much. Why did she do that to us, Sam? Why did she betray me, Sam? Why?” Sam wrapped her long arms around you as she pulled you closer to her, you sobbed into her chest as you clutched at her back with an impeccably strong grip.

“Why?” You repeated over and over like a prayer as you sobbed uncontrollably into Sam, your heart hurting as badly as it did this an exact year ago.

You don’t know how long you stayed in that position for. You sobbing into Sam as she rubbed at your back, whispering sweet reassurances into your ears. When you eventually pulled away from Sam your eyes were burned as they burnt slightly from how much you cried.

You swallowed harshly as you looked down in shame. Sam was in the exact same position as you, her ex boyfriend turned out to be a psychotic killer who also went on a killing spree with Amber, but she wasn’t sobbing over how much she missed him.

Sam had moved on.

“You should get rid of the hoodie.” Sam suggested warmly to which you shook your head at, wrapping your arms around your figure as you gripped at the hoodie. “I can’t.” You whispered back as your eyes stayed glued to your legs, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Sam.

“That was the first thing I did with Richie’s clothes.” Sam opened up as her eyes stared into your side profile, you picked up your head as you turned to listen to her. “Although I loathed him every single fibre in my body, I still loved him for a bit.”

“How did you get over him?” You asked in an almost pleading tone as you rubbed at the texture of the hoodie. Sam’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she smiled at you. “I got rid of everything that made me think of him, and if I did think of him I just reminded myself of what he did to me, what he did to the innocent people of Woodsboro, what he did to my family. Eventually I began thinking less and less of him until the point I stopped loving him. Therapy also really helped me.”

You swallowed as you nodded to yourself, trying to allow Sam’s words to truly sink into you. “She was your first love, Y/n. Those are always the hardest ones to get over.” You smiled weakly as you glanced at Sam.

Suddenly the front door opened revealing Tara who instantly looked over at you and Sam. The shortest Carpenter sister shut the door as she cautiously walked over to the two of you, the second her eyes landed on the bleach stain on the hoodie you were wearing her eyes hardened.

“You still have her clothes?” Tara asked bewildered, her eyes softened as they flicked over the tear marks on your eyes. “Y/n.” She whispered slightly disappointed which instantaneously crushed your heart even further.

“You need to get over her, Y/n. It’s seriously not good for you to cling onto her like that.” You closed your eyes momentarily to stop more tears from escaping your eyes as you dropped your head back down from shame. “Don’t you think I want to get over her?”

Tara scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re clearly not trying hard enough if you still have her clothes.”

“Tara.” Sam warned instantly as she glared at her younger sister.

Tara threw her arms into the air as she glared back at Sam just as harshly. “What? It’s the truth.” She declared as her eyes gazed back at you, who wasn’t saying anything as you glared down at the floor.

“Tara, stop.” She warned again to which Tara ignored once again.

“Look, I’m really sorry you still miss her and shit, Y/n, but you weren’t the only one betrayed. Sam got betrayed by Richie and Amber betrayed me and you. But I’ve gotten over it, even Sam has gotten over it more than you. But you’re stuck in the past because you’re not willing to move on from it.”

“I know.” Was all you could whisper back as your fingers played with the end of the sleeve of the hoodie.

It hurt you to still love her, but you still loved her.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x you #amber freeman x reader #mikey madison #scream #scream 5 #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #my fanfiction #fanfic #tara carpenter x sister!reader #sam carpenter x sister!reader

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stabortega · 8 months

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Hello, and welcome to my blog! You can call me Stab, I'm 21 years old, I go by she/he pronouns old and I'm a non-binary, masculine presenting lesbian.

Beware that, this is a NSFW blog, so minors do not interact.

MASTERLIST!

Not new to Tumblr, not new to writing, but definetly new to writing on Tumblr. English is not my first language, so please take it easy on me. I will be strictly writing about:

Jenna Ortega.

Tara Carpenter.

Melissa Barrera.

Sam Carpenter.

Mikey Madison.

Amber Freeman.

Lottie Matthews (1996 & 2021)

Shauna Shipman (1996 & 2021)

Natalie Scatorccio (1996 & 2021)

Van Palmer (1996 & 2021)

Jackie Taylor (1996 & AU!2021)

I will mostly write some loose fics, drabbles and thoughts. As of this moment, I will not dedicate myself to write a long fic with multiple chapters, only by my own terms. Requests can be open from time to time, so make sure to check out if they're open before requesting.

Like I've said, this is mostly a NSFW blog, so I am open to write smut, g!p, dark themes, ghostface!au and etc. And I'll preferably write about Masculine Presenting Reader and/or G!P, although I'm not opposed to write about other Reader presentations. I'm also open to write about Transmasc Reader, He/Him Reader and Non-Binary Reader, if you clarify it in the request. The only things I will not be writing about are:

Male Reader, any underaged characters, anything non-consensual or underage and some extreme kinks (in doubt, feel free to ask!).

And if you got some fic/drabble ideas, please hit me up and let me know!

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winchestergifs · 2 years

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There’s just no way... we could go back, you know? Before it happened. You’re right. There’s just no way.

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dizscreams · 1 year

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So I have something for Amber x fem reader. Reader is Dewey’s and Gales daughter. Reader has been friends with everyone for awhile (reader is very close with Tara and Sam)and reader and Amber started dating freshman year of high school. Amber is very protective of her gf. She’s also very possessive. Amber is trying to protect her gf from Richie’s ways because she’s related to a legacy. Richie forced Amber into doing this and if she didn’t Richie would killer reader. Act 3 happens when Amber shots Liv in the head and saying welcome to act 3. Before reader could run Amber pulls reader somewhere and explains why she was doing all of this to protect her gf. And that she killed Dewey and had no other choice. And reader says I’m still in love with you no matter what. Reader also says to Amber nothing in this world can change the way I feel about you. And in the kitchen scene with Amber, Sid, and Gale reader hears Amber scream and struggle and sees her mom holding a gun at Amber about to pull the trigger but reader tackles her mom and starts to protect and help Amber. Gale confused so is Sidney and Sam. Idk how to finish it but maybe you can help out with the ending. And adding part of the ending is where Amber ends up living, Richie dies and Amber and reader have a happy ending. And then despite everything Tara and Sam still love reader and they said nothing will change that. Tara, Sam, and reader are every close still. And Mindy and Chad still care for reading

omg this is actually such an interesting concept?! I hope I did your idea justice, lovely! :) sorry it took so long and also sorry for how long it is. 😭

Is it worth it? // PART ONE — Amber Freeman ★

part two:

PAIRING: Amber Freeman x fem!riley!reader

SUMMARY: you are the daughter of Gale and Dewey and you find out your girlfriend, Amber, is Ghostface. 😱 You end up still loving her anyways and love a happy little life

WARNINGS: stabbing, Dewey dies </3, Richie is a fucking maniac (he’s like that anyways but in this Amber was forced to be Ghostface by Richie) ENJOY :))

“C’mon Amber we have to do this. The stab movies mean so much to both of us, you said it yourself it’d be fun to have a movie made for us. I know you want to” Richie says to Amber. He had called her and proposed this plan of being Ghostface and killing everyone related to Sam and Tara and all the ‘legacy characters’ pretty suddenly.

The stab movies meant so much to Richie. They were what got him to love horror and he thought stab 8 was just purely disrespectful. Amber and Richie had met a while ago online and both bonded over the stab franchise. Since Amber and Richie were both film nerds so they got along pretty fast and used to stay up for hours talking about different scary movies.

He thought if anyone would be his Ghostface partner, it would have to be Amber.

“No! I’m not going to be apart of your sick game! My girlfriend is apart of that fucking friend group and she’s related to Gale and Dewey-” Amber yells at him and he yells back cutting her off.

“If you wont be apart of this I’ll kill your fucking girlfriend!”

Ambers eyes grew wide at that. She loved her girlfriend more than life itself and she knew better than anyone, she’d do anything to protect her partner. She didn’t want to do this, she didn’t want to do it at all but if means you’d be safe, she’d do it. Richie noticed how she went silent and grew impatient “Are you doing this or not?”

Amber muttered a quick “I’ll do it asshole” and hung up on him. Richie smirked at this and began writing the plan down. All Amber could do was think about you. She didn’t want to hurt you and she’d kill Richie if he ever laid a finger on you. She knew he was crazy about the stab movies but never thought he’d take it this far.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in!” she said with a soft tone, she knew who was knocking. Proving her suspicions right you slowly opened the door and walked in. “Hii, I’m not intruding am I?” You asked while staring at her textbooks that were in her lap. She followed your gaze and looked down. She forgot she had even began studying before Richie called.

She shook her head “No, of course not come here.” You grinned and waddled over there and Amber couldn’t help but smile back. She admired how adorable you looked, and that you were wearing her shirt. She laid down moving her textbooks to her desk and you cuddled up beside her, while she played with your hair.

“You know I love you right?” She randomly asked you and looked down at your confused expression. “Of course, is something wrong?” She looked away and shook her head murmuring a ‘no’. You sat up right and kissed her head, “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just know I love you too. I love you a lot.” She looked up at you and genuinely smiled before gently tugging at your shirt, pulling you down so she could kiss you.

She didn’t want to lose you but she knew she probably would when following Richies plan. Trying not to think about it she put her focus back into kissing you, enjoying a moment that probably wouldn’t happen again anytime soon. But she’d rather you break up with her than have Richie try and kill you.

The Ghostface killings were happening again. To sum it all up, your best friend Tara had gotten attacked first (pretty brutally) , some guy Liv used to hook up with got killed, Sam got attacked in the hospital while visiting Tara, Sheriff Judy and her Son, Wes, had both died and now you Sam and your dad, Dewey, were on your way to the hospital.

Sam was also your best friend so of course you went with her to the crime scene where Wes and his mom died. Since the sherif died all the cops were at the scene instead of watching Tara at the hospital. She had been hurt really fucking bad and Ghostface wasn’t afraid to go in the hospital to hurt her some more, so naturally Sam was terrified of what would happen with no cops there at all. Especially since Tara was on a private floor.

Sam was driving recklessly, Dewey was in the front seat, and you were in the back holding on to the back of Sam’s seat for dear life. Your dad was shouting things at Sam like, ‘slow down!’, ‘that’s a red light!!’, ‘we’re going to die-!’ You wanted to laugh but you were also kinda scared. You knew better than anyone what Sam would do to people who fucked with her family. You’ve seen it happen a multitude of times.

Sam got a call from Ghostface when you guys had just made it to the hospital. Ghostface was either going to kill Tara or Richie while all three of you ran in the building going towards Tara’s room. Sam stalled the phone call long enough to where you guys made it just in time, before Ghostface got to do anything. The elevator opened and Dewey immediately sorted shooting at the fucker.

Ghostface ran off and Dewey went to get Richie while you and Sam ran towards Tara and quickly embraced her, while she cried in both of your guy’s arms.

“Get the elevat-“ Dewey got cut off and all you heard after was glass shattering. Everyone quickly turned their heads and you shouted ‘NO!’ Dewey and Ghostface quickly started fighting and you were terrified of what was about to happen to your dad. Richie crawled away towards Sam and Tara, while Sam was holding you back.

All you could do was watch your dad almost get stabbed. Thankfully he had shot the Ghostface and everyone went in to the elevator. You hugged your dad so tightly, being very thankful he was okay. Before he stopped the elevator doors from closing said the words you dreaded.

“The head”

Everyone looked back confused. “The head, you always have to shoot him in the head.” You started crying cause you knew he would try to be the hero. I mean, to you he would always be a hero but he didn’t have to do this. You hugged him tighter “no dad please please don’t leave me please” you sobbed into his chest and his own tears started forming. He kissed your head and whispered into your hair, “I’m doing this for you, I love you kid.” You were still sobbing while he lightly pushed you back into the elevator.

You kept saying ‘I love you too’ and ‘please don’t’ before he walked out and the elevators closed. Sam was hugging you tightly while you cried and cried. You knew what was going to happen.

The next thing you know you’re outside the hospital having a full on anxiety attack and sobbing your eyes out. You spot your mom running towards the building and you ran towards her. Meeting in a hug full of tears and sadness.

Sydney had came back to comfort both you and Gale but Tara, Sam, and Richie planned to leave woodsboro. Sydney and Gale were trying to convince Sam not to leave but she was too stubborn to listen. She needed to protect Tara. After they argued you hugged Sydney and your mom before getting in the car. “I’ll text you and when you’re ready you can get me so I can live with you.” You told Gale with a small smile and she nodded returning the smile.

Richie began driving and Tara had lost her inhaler so you all decided to go to Ambers house to get the extra one she had. You were still crying but you were happy you get to see your girlfriend, you haven’t seen her in a little bit. Wondering if she was okay, if she was hurt, or maybe just busy. Or maybe Ghostface but you quickly singled that thought out. She couldn’t be the killer- right?

You all made it to her house, she was throwing a party for Wes. You all walked it and she was right there by the door immediately grabbing you in her arms. “Fuck, are you okay? I’ve missed you so much.”

You give her a worried expression “Why haven’t you called or texted, Amber? I was worried about you-“

“I-I’m sorry I just lost my phone” you feel uneasy at that response and she looks at Tara, “should you be up and around right now? Are you guys going somewhere?“ Sam and Tara look at each other than look at Amber.

“I need my extra inhaler” Tara says and Amber slightly nods before going upstairs with Tara while Richie gets everyone out. You wonder around the house with Sam and no matter how many times you’ve been over here, it always managed to make you feel weird and creeped out. You didn’t know what it was.

Sam was growing impatient and yelled “Tara, we’re leaving!” Then you got a call, slowly taking it out of your pocket and looking at Sam slightly scared, you look at the contact. It was Gale. “Mom? Are you alright?”

“Y/N you need to get out of that house, right now!”

“What?”

“You’re in the house where Billy and Stu killed everyone!”

IM SORRY THERES NOT AS MUCH AMBER CONTENT AS I WANTED IN THIS PART but it’ll be in part two! Hope you liked it I’m sorry for the delay :(

#scream 5 #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #dewey x gale #dewey riley #gale weathers #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#dizzy’s anons!! :)#mikey madison

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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family ties pt. 3 | ethan landry

notes: ahhhhhhhh im gonna miss writing for this series, so here’s a little post family ties service for you guys! scream spoilers utc.

finale tags: @callsignwidow

After the current events that had shadowed her past life, (y/n) dropped out of Blackmore, not knowing if she would be able to handle the school’s atmosphere after she and her friends literally had gotten attacked there.

What was worse than her not going back, was the fact that her life would never be normal again. Nothing would ever be the same, and it would have to go on like that from there.

No more normal.

As she sat in her hospital room, she watched as the news reported on the Ghostface killings that just had occurred in and around Blackmore University, pulling her legs to her chest as she felt the feelings beginning to overwhelm her.

“Among the bodies found were the New York Police Department’s own Detective Wayne Bailey, alongside nineteen-year-old Blackmore University students Quinn Bailey and Ethan Landry.”

The tears started to fall rapidly down (y/n)’s face at the mention of her dead fiance, knowing that she had lost the one person that truly ever loved her, besides her sister.

There was nobody to console her anymore, as both of her parents cut contact with her after finding out that her boyfriend was related to the other killer of the Woodsboro attacks in 2022.

After the death of her sister Amber, all (y/n) had left was Ethan.

Now that he was dead as well, she had nothing to turn to anymore.

“It is reported that the Detective and the two students were related, being the family of Richie Kirsch, one of the killers in the Woodsboro Massacre of 2022.”

(y/n) wished that this was all a dream, that Sam and Tara had finally gotten what they deserved for the deaths of Richie and Amber, and that her father and sister-in-law were successful in killing the Carpenter sisters and survived.

She wished that Ethan was still alive.

“Also being rumoured tonight, is that the sole survivor of this ‘Ghostface Family’ is none other than (y/n) Freeman, who is the sister of Amber Freeman, the other known killer of the Woodsboro Massacre in 2022. Online, there was a circulation that Ethan and (y/n) were engaged and that-”

(y/n) quickly shook her head; this wasn’t real, they weren’t reporting on her private life, they didn’t know that yet, how could they have possibly known that? Only Sam and Tara knew, and that was at the big reveal, nobody else knows.

(y/n) ran her hands through her hair as the reporting didn’t stop, the world was getting too close to knowing who she really was and what her involvement was with the killings; she needed to get out of here, she needed to run, she needed to-

“(y/n)?”

(y/n) quickly whipped her head around to see a very much alive Ethan, which she didn’t believe in the slightest; regardless, she jumped out of her bed and ran to him instantly and hugged him.

He felt real, but why didn’t it seem right?

“Ethan?” She stuttered out of shock, “H-how are you alive? T-They... You’re supposed to be dead!”

As Ethan chuckled, a small smile appeared on his face as he cupped (y/n)’s face in his hand, “Dead?” He questioned, stepping closer to her, “Do you know what’s easier than getting away with murder?”

Closing the gap between them, Ethan leaned in to kiss (y/n) passionately, the second kiss coming off as softer than the first.

“Cheating death.”

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“Come on! She’s been having these dreams for months now, sis. I should be the expert in ghosts, here!”

“I know. But still. It’s normal for someone like her. Doesn’t that Carpenter girl still see visions of her dad?”

“I wish I had visions of her dad.”

“Can’t you be serious for once? She’s part of the same messed up family we are in!”

(y/n) groaned as she sat up, glancing at the photo she printed out of when Richie captured the perfect shot of Ethan proposing to her, the engagement ring beside it on her nightstand.

Sighing, she slowly got up and walked out into the kitchen, meeting the two pairs of eyes that saved her.

“There’s the final girl!”

The person who spoke earned an elbow to the stomach after their comment, then clutching over onto the counter dramatically, moaning.

“That hurt!”

“Yeah, well so did losing her boyfriend.” She turned back over to (y/n), “How you doing sweetie? Still having dreams of him?”

(y/n) nodded solemnly as she tucked various strands of hair behind her ears, “I refuse to give him up. Tara and Sam should be the ones dead. Not him.”

The woman sighed as she understood the girl’s pain, “I know. When my son got murdered by your sister, I was mad at first, but after what happened to you, I lightened up. Just a bit.”

“Do you know where they are now?”

“The holidays are coming up soon. You might catch them back in New York for Christmas.”

“They’re not traumatized?” (y/n) said in disbelief, smiling a bit, “I think by now they would be traumatized. Two Ghostface killings, dead lovers, killing my entire family and my baby Ethan.”

She watched a grin form on the other’s face, glancing at the fridge, swearing she had seen Ethan just standing there.

“Is Sidney going to be there this time?” She had asked, out of sheer curiosity.

“I think so. Gale too.”

“Ooh!” The other had exclaimed, “It’s gonna be a real fiesta, sis!”

The woman tutted before shaking her head, “Not this time. We have to let the girl practice, Stu.”

“But can’t he give me a briefing on Ghostface 101? It wouldn’t be the perfect revenge plan without at least some schooling, Leslie.”

Leslie eventually gave in and sighed, “Alright,” walking to the fridge, she grabbed a beer, “You can give her a couple of tips on killing people. But do not let it get too far.”

“Okay! You’re gonna love it, (y/n), I gotta thank you for getting my mask back.” Stu paused, getting all giddy and nostalgic again, “I’ll be right back!” He had said dramatically, before running off to his room.

Looking into the black hallway, she watched as Ethan attempted to say an ‘I love you’ with his hands, to which (y/n) had responded out loud.

“I love you more.”

(so what did you guys think??? this wasn’t my actual original plan lol. also what is your stance on the stu still being alive theory? + also (y/n) has visions of ethan now; thoughts?)

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fanfics-and-love · 1 year

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Masterlist

Scream

Sam Carpenter

Losing Sense of my Morality Series (ghostface!Sam)

We Get Along Like Snow in New York

Tara Carpenter

How Did Love Become So Violent? (ghostface!Tara)

Amber Freeman

Reclaiming a Legacy (ghostface!Amber)

Ethan Landry

Dressing for Revenge (ghostface!Ethan)

#masterlist #scream #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #melissa barrera x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #scream franchise #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #mikey madison #mikey madison x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #jack champion x reader

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lllivia · 1 year

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Dare

Amber freeman x fem!reader

Pretty sure it can be read as gn!reader too

Warnings: Suggestive themes, pda (?)

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You walked up to the house, not sure if this was a good idea or not considering all of the murders that had been committed in the last week or so, the driveway was already packed with cars and you could hear the beat of the bass from the party inside. You stood outside the door for a few seconds before you knocked and walked right in, immediately being blasted by the loud music from the party.

You had used over an hour trying to find the perfect outfit to impress Amber freeman, the girl who was hosting the party and your lab partner. You had hardly ever talked outside of class but you still couldn't help but be infatuated by her. She was so beautiful and charming, and you blushed just thinking about what her reaction to your outfit would be.

About an hour into the party you had gotten pulled by your hand towards the sofa in the living room where stab was playing on the tv in the background. You were about to slap the person that had grabbed you before noticing that it was just Mindy.

You and Mindy were actually pretty good friends and had smoked and made out a couple of times at your house. So you didn't really mind when she pulled you down on the sofa next to her. About to ask her confused about what all of this was about you spottet the bottle laying on it's side in the middle of the room and starting to feel your anxiety creep up on you. "TRUTH OR DARE EVERYONE!" shouted Mindy to anyone who managed to hear her, she was only heard by a few people tho who walked over. First came Tara walking in on her crutches you couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for her. You don't know what you would do if you ended up in a situation like she had, probably just accepted defeat already, and even tho you didn't really hang out with her or anything aside from a few casual conversations in class you felt like you actually knew her for who she really was.

Behind Tara came Sam looking slightly worried clutching onto a taller man's hand which you could only assume was Richie after overhearing Amber and Mindy's conversation earlier about how Richie's only alibi from the hospital incident was that he had been watching stab on Netflix. Then Chad came in with Liv who couldn't keep her hands off of him,you looked down feeling slightly awkward, and then finally Amber sat down on the floor in front of you, checking your outfit out before giving you a slight smirk and immediately noticing the effect it had on you. A few minutes later more people had joined and Mindy decided that it was time to start the game. The first few rounds were quite boring considering you didn't know half of the people in the circle. That was until it was Mindy's turn to spin the bottle and it stopped at Amber, you looked up from your phone finally paying attention to what was going on. "Truth or dare Amber?" Mindy asked with an evil smirk playing across her lips. "Dare" amber answered not even batting an eye at the mysterious facial expression her friend had.

"I dare you to kiss Y/N" Mindy said. You looked at her in pure horror from what she had just said not expecting what amber said next "Gladly". So she sat up and began crawling seductively towards you, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes softly, teasing you because she knew what reaction it would cause and obviously seeing your completely red face by now.

She then got up before sitting right down in your lap again wrapping her arms loosely around your neck, pulling you slightly closer. You were pretty sure you were in shock, this was like a dream for you, somebody better check your pulse you thought. Amber then looked between your eyes for confirmation before crashing her lips hungerly against yours acting like she'd been wanting that for ages, her tongue not wasting any time in forcing itself into your mouth your teeth clashing together, both of you had completely forgotten you were at a party with a bunch of teenagers surrounding you. So the make out session went on for about 10 more seconds before Mindy rudely snapped her fingers in your face, smirking. "Now now you two lovebirds get a room why don't 'ya" she tutted jokingly acting like a mother. The people surrounding you laughed loudly. So that's exactly what happened, Amber got up from your lap after giving you one last kiss before whispering hotly into your ear "let's take this to my room" Her eyes were halfway closed again scanning up and down your clothes, and you could see the desperation in her face, so you just nodded and smiled before being pulled up the stairs to her room in a hurry. This was truly a dream come true.

💗 Masterlist 💗

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