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A Stu Macher x Randy Meeks Fanfic
My favorite rare pair<3
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NEW CHAPTER SNEAK PEAK OF "Randy's New Obsession" by RandyTheHorrorGeek on Wattpad
āStu! Why the hell are you taking so long?ā Randy asks. He raises an eyebrow when he gets no response. He sighs as he gets up from the sofa and saunters down the hallway. He knocks on the bedroom door.
āYou good in there?ā He says before opening the door with a roll of his eyes. Butā¦The sight makes him stop in his tracks. Tatum.
Tatum.
Oh godā¦Randyās shudders in disgust as his hairs stand on ends, goosebumps raising on his body. Tears pool in his eyes as he covers his mouth. He felt bile build up in his throat.
Her face was unrecognizable. Her head was mush, her brain splattered across the ground. Randy could see bits and pieces of her skull in the mush of brain and clumps of hair. He just knew it was her. It was a nagging feeling in his gut that this was Tatum.
This was his sister.
Finished my fanfic:)
It's so gay istg
RANDYS NEW OBSESSION IS NOW OUT ON AO3!!
My Scream OC infodump:3
Dorian "RiRi" Bridger
Born on July 14, 1995
Age 5 in 2000
Age 15 in 2011
Age 26 in 2022
RiRi's father was Roman Bridger. His dad got freaky with a random woman at a Halloween party and when she had RiRi, she dumped him on Roman's front door step with a note.
Roman doesn't know how to take care of kids but he tries. Sidney kills Roman in 2000 so RiRi goes off to live with his Aunt Jill and Great Aunt Kate.
In 2011, RiRi is a Freshman. He's very awkward and figuring out his sexuality at that moment in time. He's very close with Jill since he grew up with her for 10 whole years.
He's integrated into a small group of sophomores and seniors. His friend group includes Josh and Cassie[My ocs] who are sophomores and Robbie and Kirby who are seniors. Not very close with Kirby but he does consider her a friend.
He takes marching band, Jazz band and joins film club with Robbie and Charlie. He plays the guitar, tenor sax and Flute. Once Jill is killed, RiRi is taken in by Sidney because he has no alive family left except for her.
In 2022, he doesn't really have any friends. He's not close with Sam but they'll occasionally hang out once in a while. He's an actor and Josh had been his boyfriend since junior year for RiRi and Senior year for Josh. They moved in together.
In Scream 5 he goes to propose to Josh one night but low and behold, Josh is killed by Richie as Ghostface.
He becomes ghostface in Scream 6. RiRi doesn't kill anyone, only injures them. He's more of a cover up more than anything.
In my AU, Sidney is present in Scream 6. During the 3rd act, it is revealed that RiRi is one of the killers.
Here's a little story concept:3
RiRi stands in between Sidney and Officer Bailey. The gun in his hand was pointed at Sid. RiRi grins widely.
"I'm an actor, Sid.."
He slips a finger over the trigger, eyes locked with his Aunt's. His knuckles turn white. His gaze hardens as he holds his breath.
"I act."
Once he utters those words he turns around and aims his gun at Officer Bailey, barely missing his head and shooting his shoulder.
Would you like me to expand on this scene? I enjoy writing about RiRi<3
Iām not dead, so Iām not done
^ā Synopsis: Even after trying to escape the tragedy of the Woodsboro murders, the ghosts of her past continue to follow her.
^ā Pairing: ex!Stu Macher x Reader / Sidney Prescott x Reader
^ā Word Count: 1.6k
^ā Warnings: mentions of death, tiny bit of angst in regards to the readers relationship to Stu, fluff, cliffhanger ending (sorry), mentions of blood
^ā Authors Note: This is the first fic Iāve written in a while so hopefully Iām not rusty, anyway feel free to leave requests, the story doesnāt use (y/n) and is in a female pov
1996 - 261 Turner Lane
Her eyes were drawn to the grotesque scene that was playing out before her eyes, both her friends tangled in a harrowing struggle for survival, she stood transfixed by the nightmarish display of desperation and violence.
As they tumbled over the couch, the air erupted with a cacophony of exploding pillows, their fluffy contents bursting forth like a storm of feathers. The room seemed to transform into a battlefield, the innocent pillows transformed into chaotic projectiles, adding an unsettling surrealness to the already intense struggle between Stu and Sidney.
Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Billy was sprawled across the hallways. His body was splayed on the floor, contorting with pain, clutching his side where Sidney had impaled him with an umbrella when she burst from the closet, taunting him with the ghostface costume.
The air crackled with tension as she stood there, a formidable force, challenging him to face the consequences of his wicked actions, she wasnāt going to let him get away with this.
In that moment, the world started to gain traction, the world no longer filled with static and white noise. Scrambling without thought, frantically rushing forward to help Sidney and restrain Stu from hurting her best friend.
Wrapping her arms around Stu, she gripped him in a tight embrace, her arms enveloping him with a firmness that evoked memories of the past, where she would hold him just like that. The days where she would sneak up on him as he stood by his locker, obsessively recounting the horror movie he had watched the night before in excruciating detail, to a content Billy who listened to his incessant rambling with a grin on his face. How he would tug her under his arms to give her a hug and a small peck before continuing as adamantly as before. The two people she trusted most in the world lay before her, grievously wounded and marred by the violence they had unleashed. leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, targeting her friends and even attempting to end her own life. The trust she had once placed in them had been shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear and disbelief.
Stu was different, he wasnāt the same boy who would walk her home from school everyday to make sure she was āsafe from Randy,ā the sick grin plastered to his face, eyes wide from adrenaline, blood dripping all down his body, he had undergone a chilling transformation into a disfigured version of the person he once was. His eyes, once filled with warmth and familiarity, now glowed with a sinister light, reflecting the depths of his corrupted soul. The scars of his transformation told a haunting tale of the torment that had consumed him, warping his humanity beyond recognition. It was a jarring sight, a stark reminder that evil had taken hold and twisted his very essence.
In a desperate bid for freedom, Sidney's instincts kicked into overdrive. With a surge of adrenaline, she seized the nearest object within reachāa heavy plant potāand swung it with all her might, shattering it against his head.
The impact reverberated through the air, a resounding crack that echoed with a mix of surprise and pain. Stunned, he faltered, his grip on her weakening as his senses reeled from the unexpected blow. It was a momentary reprieve, an opportunity for Sidney to break free from his clutches and gather her wits, quickly seizing her arms, that were still clutching at Stu, pulling her to her side, the eerie glow of Halloween illuminated the room, a haunting silence filled the room, broken only by shallow breaths and groans from Stu who painfully attempted to twist his marred body onto his back, gazing up at the two girls whoās eyes were locked in noiseless conversation, as if communicating with telepathy.
With a nod both girls gripped the side of the tv and pushed it onto Stu, the image of the Stus flailing body, burned into her retinas, his hands grasping at the surface to attempt to alleviate his suffering, his groans began to quiet down as Sidney entangled their fingers and dragged her away desperately trying to get them out of the situation, hoping fervently that Dewey would be here any second with backup. While being tugged away, she took a final glance towards Stus body, a glint of light catching her eye. There on his wrist peering slightly over the fallen sleeve of his beige cashmere sweater, now tainted by splotches of red, lay the bracelet she had made him on their first date, the sage string wove through pieces of sea glass they had stumbled upon on the beach.
It was the only part of āher Stuā she had left
1997 - Windsor College
As they strolled back to the campus from their date, her heart swelled with an overwhelming love for Sidney. The connection they shared had blossomed amidst the darkness and trauma they had both experienced. They had become each other's pillars of strength, providing unwavering solace in the face of unimaginable horrors.
The loss of Stu left a profound void in the her heart, a hollow ache that echoed with the weight of what could have been. She had once been deeply devoted to Stu, a bond that had now been shattered by the revelation of his involvement in the horrors that unfolded. She was consumed by a maelstrom of emotionsāgrief, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal. It was as if the foundation of their past had crumbled, leaving behind a sense of loss that cut deep.
But Sidney, she filled that hole, she had a key lodged into the keyhole of her heart and it might as well have been stuck in there with gorilla glue, Sidney's presence had become a beacon of hope, a reminder that healing was possible even in the wake of unspeakable darkness. She admired her for her resilience, her ability to rise above the trauma that threatened to consume her. In Sidney, she found inspiration and a profound love that transcended the scars āphysical and mentalā left by the past.
In moments of vulnerability, they had cried together, finding solace in their shared pain. They had held each other in the darkest of nights, lending strength when one faltered, reminding each other that they were survivors, not defined by their past but shaped by their determination to move forward.
With each passing day, their love grew deeper and more profound. They were intertwined in a bond forged by empathy and understanding, knowing that they held the power to heal one another's wounds. She cherished every moment spent with Sidney, witnessing her growth and finding solace in their shared journey.
Together, they had become each other's safe haven, a sanctuary where the weight of the past could be shed and replaced with love, support, and healing. She knew that they were forever changed by Sidney's presence in their life, grateful for the way she had helped them navigate their own trauma and find strength within themselves.
The night air whispered against their skin, carrying with it a promise of new beginnings. As they approached her dormitory, the anticipation in her heart grew. She longed to spend more time with the person who had become her rock, to continue exploring the depths of their bond.
Sidney's fingertips tingled with the desire to hold the her close, to feel their warmth and reassurance envelop her. The vulnerability she had shared with them had fostered a profound sense of trust. In that moment, as they stood outside the dorm, Sidney couldn't help but marvel at the way life had woven their paths together.
āHey I had a great time tonight Sid, thanks so much, I owe you a meal next time,ā she giggled as she leaned in to press her lips to her girlfriends, Sidney sighed against her lips.
āGlad you did, now, you have to work on that assignment, Iām not letting you blame me for you failing your class,ā Sidney pressed her pointed finger at her chest, lightly shoving her back into the dorm.
A shocked look hung over her face,
āSid!ā
āGoodnight sweetheart,ā Sidney sent her a small wink as she closed the door, a wave of embarrassment flooded her cheeks, staining them red, āugh that girl, I donāt know what Iām going to do-ā
The air seemed charged, almost heavy with anticipation. Their senses heightened, and then, it hit themāa scent that sent a shiver down their spine.
A mix of cologne and sweat lingered in the room, a scent that lingered oh so familiarly on their palette. It brought back memoriesāboth joyful and painfulāof something. The fragrance seemed to fill the air, wrapping around them like a phantom presence. Goosebumps erupted across their skin, an involuntary reaction to the uncanny sensation.
The room carried the unmistakable scent of Stu.
She stood frozen, her gaze scanning the room for any signs of Stu's presence. Was it just a trick of the mind, a residue of memories clinging to the air? Or was there something more sinister at play? The scent seemed to hang in the room like an omen, a chilling reminder of the past they thought they had left behind.
With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she moved closer to the source of the scent. She traced its path, her fingertips trembling, and her mind racing with unanswered questions. How could Stu's scent be here, in their room, after all this time?
In that moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. The past collided with the present, and the line between reality and nightmare blurred, reduced to nothing but a hazy fog. As they inhaled once again, the scent of Stu clung to their senses, leaving them with an unsettling realizationāperhaps the ghosts of the past were not so easily forgotten, as a familiar shine of sea glass captured her attention.
If you want I could make a part 2 but idk (/Ļļ¼¼)
I have just finished writing the most tooth rotting Amber freeman fluff and I canāt wait to post it but something wrong with the draft and I canāt add any photos :( itāll have to wait til tomorrow
Heads, Hearts, and Hangovers
āćPairing: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader
āćGenre: Fluff
āćWord Count: 1.7k
āćWarnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive language, underage drinking
(Y/n) shuffled through the bursting halls of the Freeman residence, weaving her way through the swaying bodies as if she were swimming amidst a school of intoxicated fish. Scouring towards the kitchen, desperately seeking her girlfriend amidst the chaotic party scene. It was no secret that Amber had indulged in a few too many drinks-not that she hadn't herself-and now she stumbled around clumsily, attempting to lend a hand to fellow partygoers.
A door creaked to her left, a familiar denim jacket caught her eye as she stumbled to the side, eyes meeting her flushed lover as she fought with the stubborn door, juggling a cascade of beers in her arms like delicate newborns, her face glowed spotting her girlfriend through the crowd.
"Jesus Amber, what the fuck- here let me carry some," (Y/n) exclaimed, voice filled with concern and surprise as she reached out to take a few beers from Amber's overwhelmed grip.
Amber, however, shook her head stubbornly, a determined glint in her eyes. "Don't worry (N/n), I've trying to show off for my girlfriend,"
(Y/n) chuckled, her worry mingling with amusement, as she threw her hands up. "Alright, Hercules. But if you drop them, I'm not helping you to clean it up!"
Amber threw her head back in hysterics, stumbling in her tipsy state, bottles clinking together as she reached the kitchen counter, as the bottles tumbled and scattered across the counter, one rogue bottle dared to defy gravity, teetering precariously on the edge. (Y/n) stumbled forwards, grasping the neck before it plummeted to its demise on the sticky, rustic wooden floor, (Y/n) sent her most intimidating glareāwhich wasn't very intimidating due to her inebriated stateāAmbers eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaping like a fish.
Amber regained her composure, grasping the beer bottle from her hands and popping the cap in between her teeth before deftly leveraging her jaw as a makeshift bottle opener. With a determined twist, the cap relinquished its grip, releasing a faint hiss of escaping carbonation. (Y/n) stood there, eyes wide with astonishment, momentarily frozen in a state of disbelief.
"I didn't know you could do that," she whispered, In the cacophony of the crowd, (Y/n)'s voice barely carried, but Amber still heard her. She handed her the beer, as her she opened her own.
Ambers arms snaked around her waist pulling her to her body. Lost in a moment of intimacy, she gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, discovering a universe of stars twinkling within them. Amber leaned in closer to (Y/n)ās eyes dipping to her glistening lips.
"Yeah? If you think my mouth is impressive at opening bottles, you should see what else it can do."
(Y/n)'s fingers instinctively found the delicate silver heart pendant that adorned Amber's neck, using it as a tether to draw her closer. With a desperate pull, she closed the remaining distance, their lips meeting in a ravenous, passionate kiss. (Y/n)'s fingers found their way into Ambers's hair, gripping with fervent need. Ambers's hand lay on her cheek, her gentle hands caressing her softly, as her right hand rested on (Y/n)'s waist, the ice-cold beer sending shivers up her spine.
A whistle sounded from behind them, Amber pulled away, glancing over her shoulder into the living room, where Chad and Mindy sat watching a Stab movie.
"Get a room, you two!ā Mindy shouted in a hazy state, hands cupped around her mouth, to be heard from across the house. Chad was chuckling beside her. (Y/n) whipped her head around, flipping the two off as they made their up to her room. (Y/n) giggled like the love sick teen she was, clutching Ambers hand tightly in her grasp, as they clambered the stairs.
Surprisingly, no horny houseguests had escaped to Ambers bedroom to have sex. Quietly shutting the door behind them, creeping into the room as if they were attempting to be discreet. The muffled sound of music entered the room through the drywall. Itās melodic rhythm and pulsating beats reduced to a muffled haze as it traversed through the walls. Faint vibrations tingled in the air, an auditory tapestry that whispered tales of distant celebration and drew her thoughts towards the lively atmosphere beyond her sanctuary. (Y/n) could feel the floor softly vibrating beneath her.
Amber held her hand softly leading her to the bed to lay down on the bed, the burgundy bedsheets welcomed her like a cloud as she sunk into the mattress. Amber switched off the room lights and lay down next to her, adjusting so (Y/n) could rest her head on her chest, lovingly stroking her hair. She let out a big sigh content with her lover in her arms, gazing up at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling star she had scattered throughout. She used to be terrified of the dark when she was younger, afraid the monsters would come for her, but (Y/n) gave her an extra packet she had for her room. Ever since that moment, no matter where they were, the star would keep them linked, they were written in the constellations.
āI canāt believe we still have these up,ā (Y/n) sighed caressing her waist, letting out a delicate giggle she uttered, āWho knew our thing would be luminous ceiling stars!ā
Not receiving a response, (Y/n) broke her gaze from the ceiling to connect with Ambers affectionate gaze. No words were exchanged, but the emotions were palpable in their shared gaze. Their eyes spoke volumes, communicating a depth of emotion without uttering a single word. Silent but expressive, their gazes conveyed a tapestry of emotions: love, longing, understanding.
Both of them lay in a state of peaceful contentment, the stars softly illuminating the room, broken by a car's headlights shining in the driveway.
Everything was as it should have been.
Ambers's body tensed up, arms leaving (Y/n)ās huddled body and slamming them flat onto the sheetsāstartling poor (Y/n) who began to fall asleepāAmber sat straight up, straining her ears, head tilted towards the door, suddenly her head whipped round to face a concerned, confused (Y/n). She could tell by the look on her face, that whatever she was going to say was going to be something stupid, by the shit-eating grin plastered on her flushed cheeks.
āList- (N/n)Listen, itās our song!ā She exclaimed grasping her hands tightly.
āAmber, itās Pitbullā
āI love this song,ā she muttered to herself, she attempted to pull (Y/n) to her feet to dance with her, āAmber itās Fireball by Pitbull, this isnāt our song?ā (Y/n) burst out laughing tugging Amber back to her arms, she resisted.
āIt can be!ā
āI am not letting Mr fucking Worldwide be the song for my first dance,ā Amber paused, arms going limp to her side, āfirst dance? You want to have your first dance with me?ā
(Y/n) looked at her lovingly, eyes scanning her shell-shocked frame, her eyes wide, her eyes welling up slightly.
āthough youāll have to propose first-āAmbers's entire body moved at a lightning pace, hands grasping (Y/n)ās face pulling her in for a passionate kissāwhich failed miserablyāthe two girls recoiled in pain as their heads collided, holding their foreheads in a mix of shock and pain.
āIām sorry, Iām sorryā I didnāt mean to, babe, Iām so sorry,ā Ambers's eye remained screwed shut, attempting to comfort her girlfriend by caressing her kneeāwhich she now knelt beside in paināin attempt to apologise for the erratic rush of affection she tried to display when her emotions overwhelmed her.
(Y/n) peeled open her eyes, more concerned for her girlfriend than herself, āItās ok, baby, you didnāt mean to, I know,ā she lightly touched her wrist moving it delicately away from her face, the area on the centre of her forehead being to explode in an aggressive red.
āCome on, I think itās time for bed, we still have to clean the house tomorrow,ā Amber groaned at the thought of having to clean up after the party, letting (Y/n) pull her into the bed beside her, both of them stripping themselves of their clothes to get more comfortable.
āJust so you know, Iād love to marry you someday (N/n),ā Amber said while looking intently into her eyes, she placed a soft kiss on her red lips before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around (Y/n)ās chest to sleep. Placing a peck to the top of her head, (Y/n) surrendered to her slumber.
A loud knock startled the two girls out of their deep rest. The morning sun streamed harshly through the curtains, casting its bright light in stark juxtaposition to the lingering glow of the ceiling stars that had illuminated the room the night before.
(Y/n) sat straight up, her head was pounding and the sunshine wasnāt doing her head much justice, reaching over Amberāwho turned around burying her face into (Y/n)ās side, refusing to wakeā to get some Tylenol for herself and her clingy girlfriend.
Tara peeked her head in through the small gap in the door, āYou guys arenāt naked are you?ā Her eyes were screwed shut in case she saw something she couldnāt erase from her mind if she tried.
Amber groaned into (Y/n)ās waist, sending a tickling sensation up her side, ācompletely nude,ā
āHaha, seriously guys, Wes is down there attempting to make breakfast, Iād seriously get down there before he-ā Tara paused, examining both (Y/n)ās and Amberās faces, āI expected hickeys, but Jesus Christāwhat the fuck did you two do last night!ā
Amber and (Y/n) both turned to face each other in confusion, the aftermath of their accidental collision present itself, as both Amber and (Y/n) were left with a visible mark etched upon their foreheads. A gentle, purplish-blue bruise adorned the skin, a tender reminder of their drunken mishap from the night before. Its presence, now in daylight, seemed to amplify the slight discomfort they felt.
āShit!ā Amber exclaimed, assuming hers didnāt look any better, (Y/n)ās hand gently felt around her forehead, the feel the extent of the pain. āWe hit our heads against each other last night, when I tried to kiss her,ā
At the explanation, Tara clutched her side, grabbing the door handle to stop herself from collapsing to the floor, āgood luck trying to explain that to everyone!ā She scurried off as quickly as she came, leaving the two girls alone once again. Amber shrugged laying back down to sleep, pulling (Y/n) down with her.
āI guess we have another thing that ties us together now,ā
Please send in some requests for Scream <3
I fucking love Amber so much, and it was surprisingly easier to write for fxf than mxf, my sapphic side is really slaying today,.
Got my first request
Yay
Hurt/Comfort Tara x Reader coming soon
Sneak peak for solace
I didnāt intend for this fic to be almost 6k words, I was literally aiming for 2k :P it wonāt be posted tonight as itās 4am but when I wake up Iāll edit it and post it before work so <3
Finishing work at 4 today so Iāll start editing my new fic to get it out for tonight, hereās the banner I made for it, to get you a little hyped for it <3
may i request for fic with Tara x Fem!reader or GN!reader, where Tara taller than short reader and Tara is also Ghostface!, but she would never hurt reader. BUT accidentally somehow the reader dies in Tara's arms due to another ghostface guy lmao
In These Arms of Mine
āć Pairing: Ghostface!Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
āćGenre: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Slight Fluff
āćWord Counts: 3.6k
āć Warnings: too much Shakespeare references, violence, blood, murder, some cute fluff
Tara stood ominously over the frail girl before her, Cassie Millis. They used to be close until Cassie's relentless harassment of (Y/n) pushed them apart. A twisted sense of justice grew within Tara, convincing her that what she was about to do was right. She believed she was protecting her girlfriend, shielding her from the harsh outside world.
"Please, don't kill me," Cassie pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. She curled into a fetal position, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the impending danger. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the floor in a morbid display. Tara's head tilted to the side, an unsettling aura emanating from her very being, casting a haunting presence over the room.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Tara stood over Cassie, her figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes, filled with a mix of determination and conflicted emotions, fixated on her defenseless victim. The air seemed to grow colder, as if the room itself recoiled from the malevolence that hung in the air.
Tara's gaze pierced through Cassie, her silence unnerving. A chilling stillness settled over them, broken only by the sound of their labored breaths. The weight of their shared history, the fractured friendship, loomed heavy in the space between them.
Cassie's voice wavered, barely audible as she pleaded for mercy. Her words hung in the air, a desperate plea that seemed to echo through the room. But Tara remained unmoved, her expression betraying a sense of inexorable purpose.
āTara, Iām so sorry,ā She sobbed curling into herself more, chocking her tears when Tara angrily kicked the discarded mask towards her, hitting her feet before settling by her side.
Slowly, Tara raised the knife, its gleaming blade catching the faint light. Tara's gaze fixated on the bloodied blade in her hand, relishing the power it symbolized. Cassie's soft whimpers echoed in the air, fueling her twisted determination. The cold metal felt heavy in her hand, its presence a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed her. Every fiber of her being yearned for another way, for forgiveness and redemption, but she knew deep down that it was too late for such resolutions.
Their eyes locked, conveying volumes of unspoken words. Tara's torn mask lay discarded, a macabre symbol of their shattered friendship. She leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a haunting sense of finality.
"This is what itās fucking come to, Cassie," Tara seethed, her voice laced with anger and determination. "There's no turning back now."
Cassie's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disbelief and betrayal washing over her face. She tried to find the words, to plea for mercy, but the weight of the situation paralysed her.
Tara leaned in close, her grip on Cassie's chin tightening with a vengeful force. Cassie winced in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as Tara's words seared into her ears. "You should have left us the fuck alone." With a swift, merciless motion, Tara plunged the knife into Cassie's stomach, their eyes locked in a chilling gaze. As life slowly ebbed away from Cassie's fading eyes, her face grew pale and lifeless, her lips stained with the vivid crimson of her own blood. Tara pushed her away with disdain, casting her aside like a discarded object. Cassie's head crashed to the ground, the thud echoing through the room like a final punctuation mark on her tragic demise.
Tara hastily gathered her blood-soaked belongings, cramming them into her backpack with a sense of urgency. She glanced at the clock, āShit!ā Time was ticking, and she needed to make her escape. With one last glance at the lifeless body of Cassie, a mix of adrenaline and unease coursed through her veins. She knew she had to leave the scene before the consequences caught up with her.
As she stepped out into the stormy night, rain pelted down heavily, drenching her to the core. The downpour seemed almost cathartic, washing away the physical remnants of her dark deed. Tara's gaze shifted to her hands, once stained with blood, now gradually clearing as the rainwater mingled with the crimson. It reminded her of Lady Macbeth's words, "A little water clears us of this deed." Though in her case, it was not a mere washing away of guilt, but rather an attempt to conceal the evidence and hide the truth.
Her hair clung to her face, a disheveled mask concealing the sweat and stickiness of her skin. The storm raged on, mirroring the turmoil within her. Tara knew that her actions would have lasting consequences, regardless of how well she tried to hide them. The rain offered a temporary respite, but the weight of her deeds would remain, forever etched upon her conscience.
Rounding the corner, Tara's eyes locked onto the familiar sight of her girlfriend's house, a place that held so many cherished memories. It stood as her sanctuary, a refuge from the darkness that consumed her. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, envisioning the warmth and comfort that awaited her inside those walls.
Her thoughts drifted to (Y/n), her petite frame and the way her laughter filled the room. Tara longed to hold her in her arms, to feel their bodies intertwined and find comfort in her embrace. (Y/n) was her sun, radiating love and light even in the darkest of times. Right now, Tara needed that warmth more than ever.
She quickened her pace, anticipation coursing through her veins. Each step brought her closer to the one person who could provide the solace she sought. As Tara approached the front of the house, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the illuminated living room. The warm glow spilled out onto the porch, signaling that her parents were still awake. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, knowing she had to find another way inside without arousing their suspicion.
She navigated the darkened path along the side of the house, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the pouring rain. Droplets cascaded from the leaves above, drenching her further as she made her way to the back. The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth, mingling with the anticipation that hung in the atmosphere.
Standing beneath (Y/n)'s window, Tara glanced up at the illuminated silhouette behind the curtains. Her heart swelled with longing and a mischievous smile played upon her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she plucked a handful of small stones from the wet ground and let them soar through the air.
The stones sailed through the rain-soaked night, creating a gentle symphony of clinks as they struck the windowpane. Tara's eyes remained fixed on the window, hoping that the sounds of her impromptu serenade would pierce through the noise of the rain. Each stone was a small gesture, a tangible manifestation of her desire to be near (Y/n).
And then, like a scene from a romantic tale, the curtains fluttered and parted, revealing the face of her beloved. The sight of (Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise and delight brought a surge of joy to Tara's heart. She watched as the window slowly opened, revealing a small figure framed against the warm glow of the room.
Tara couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter mixing with the pitter-patter of raindrops around her. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.
"Alright Romeo," (Y/n) teased, a smirk dancing on her lips. "What's with the whole romantic gesture in the pouring rain, did you watch the notebook again?"
Raindrops glistened on her hair and cascaded down her face, but her smile remained undeterred. Tara chuckled softly, a mix of excitement and relief filling her voice.
"Couldn't resist the allure of a classic romantic gesture, could I?" Tara quipped, her tone lighthearted despite the intensity of her emotions. "But I come bearing a rain-soaked kiss instead of roses."
(Y/n) laughed, her gaze filled with affection as she leaned closer to the window. "Well, I can't say no to that. Climb on up, Romeo."
With nimble movements, Tara scaled the trellis beneath the window, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. As she reached the window sill, she pulled herself up and entered (Y/n)'s room, rainwater dripping from her onto the floor. The room was warm and cozy, a sanctuary from the storm outside.
They stood face to face, their height differences adding a playful charm to the interaction, Tara gazed down at (Y/n), her eyes full of love. She would do anything for her, their smiles reflecting the deep connection between them. Tara's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, tracing the path of a raindrop as it made its way down. Their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
"I needed to see you," Tara admitted softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I was having a rough night."
(Y/n)'s hand reached out, intertwining their fingers. "I'm here for you, Tara. Always." (Y/n)ās manicured finger lightly pushed into her chest, āand if Iām not, Iāll always be in your heart.ā
Tara's heart raced with anticipation as she gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, feeling an irresistible pull towards her. In a surge of passion, she crushed her lips against (Y/n)'s, their mouths melding together in an intense kiss.
Their tongues danced in a sensual tango, exploring each other's mouths with fervor and desire. (Y/n)ās hands tangled in Tara's damp hair, pulling her closer, deepening the connection between them. Their bodies pressed against each other, the warmth and heat emanating between them intensifying with each passing second.
They broke away for a brief moment, their heavy breaths mingling in the night air. Their eyes locked, their pupils dilated with a mixture of love and lust. Without uttering a word, they knew they couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. Tara's lips descended upon (Y/n)'s once again, claiming them with a hunger that spoke of their insatiable longing.
Their kisses became a fervent symphony, a passionate exchange of lips and tongues that expressed their deepest desires. Moans and sighs escaped their mouths, lost in the intoxicating sensation of their bodies entwined.
The world around them disappeared as they succumbed to the intoxicating bliss of their connection. Time became irrelevant as they immersed themselves in the depths of their desire, the rain serving as a backdrop to their passionate embrace.
But as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the house, reality crashed back into their consciousness. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in panic, her hand clasping Tara's tightly. With urgency, she pushed Tara into her closet, the door closing just as her parents entered the room, oblivious to the passionate moments that had just transpired.
Tara watched from the darkness as (Y/n) greeted her mother, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and secrecy.
"(Y/n), your father and I are just heading out to see a movie," (Y/n)'s mother said with a gentle smile, her voice carrying a mix of warmth and concern. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, embracing her tightly before planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Tara watched with a mix of admiration and longing as the mother-daughter bond unfolded before her.
As (Y/n)'s mother pulled away from the hug, her heels clicked against the floor, adding a rhythmic beat to the room. She walked over to the open window, her tone filled with a blend of worry and light-heartedness. "How many times have I told you to close your windows, sweetheart? I don't want to come home to find you in any danger."
Tara's gaze shifted between (Y/n)'s mother and her girlfriend, hidden in the shadows of the closet. She marveled at the genuine concern in her voice, appreciating the depth of a mother's love and protection. Swiftly she made her way downstairs to meet her husband.
Suppressing a giggle, Tara couldn't help but find amusement in the irony of the situation. She, the one who dwelled in the darkness, now stood in the sanctum of (Y/n)'s room, concealed from the watchful eyes of her family.
Emerging from the closet, Tara's eyes met (Y/n)'s, an unspoken understanding passing between them. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with (Y/n)'s, their touch reverberating with an undeniable connection. The room seemed to fade into the background as they stood together, their love shining bright amidst the shadows.
"I promise, Iāll never let you get hurt," Tara whispered, her voice filled with determination and devotion. "Someoneās got to break the Romeo and Juliet curse." (Y/n) chuckled, burying her flushed cheeks into Taraās shoulders, āYou need to stop with all this Shakespearean shit Tar, we get it, youāre good at English!ā
Both girls lay tangled together on the small bed, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace. The laptop sat forgotten between them, the movie playing in the background serving as mere background noise to their shared moment. Loving gazes passed between them, each glance interrupted by an occasional scream from the movie that had lost their attention long ago.
As the credits began to roll, Tara let out a soft sigh, the weight of impending departure settling upon her. "I should probably get going," she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of longing and resignation. She felt (Y/n)'s fingers lightly tracing over her freckles, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine.
(Y/n), still in a drowsy state, tightened her hold around Tara's waist, her touch comforting and possessive. She leaned in, her warm breath caressing the back of Tara's neck. "You could stay a little longer," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of sleepiness. "I can tell my parents you're staying over."
Tara turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a tender smile. She understood the allure of staying, of being enveloped in (Y/n)'s love and warmth for a little while longer. But responsibilities tugged at her, reminding her of the impending essay awaiting her attention. "As much as I would love that," she replied softly, her voice filled with a mix of desire and duty, "I really need to start working on my essay. It's due on Monday."
With a gentle stretch, Tara began to disentangle herself from their embrace, her movements accompanied by a pang of reluctance. However, (Y/n), not ready to let her go just yet, reached out and wrapped a hand around Tara's waist, pulling her back towards her. Tara's heart skipped a beat as she felt (Y/n)'s lips press against the crook of her neck, a tender kiss that ignited a spark within her.
"Just use the front door," (Y/n) whispered, her voice filled with affection and a hint of mischief. "I need to lock it anyway." The words were accompanied by a yawn, a testament to their shared contentment and the peacefulness of the moment. Tara couldn't resist the magnetic pull of (Y/n)'s touch, and with a final glance, she decided to embrace the stolen moment a little while longer.
Slowly making their way down the stairs, Tara and (Y/n) clung to each other, cherishing the precious moments they had before their separation until Monday. As they descended, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver, the sudden chill in the air catching her off guard. Confused, she made her way towards the thermostat, only to find it set at the usual temperature. Perplexed, she glanced back at Tara, who trailed behind her with a curious expression.
Cautiously stepping towards the entrance, (Y/n)'s eyes widened as she noticed the door had been left slightly ajar. A mix of irritation and amusement flickered across her face as she realized the irony of the situation. "And they complained about me leaving my window open?" she muttered under her breath. She sighed, turning up the heat on the thermostat. "I can't wait to use this against them the next time!"
Tara couldn't help but giggle at her girlfriend's sleepy rambling, finding solace in their playful banter. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to (Y/n)'s lips, their love and affection exchanged in that gentle touch.
"Goodnight," Tara whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I love you."
(Y/n)'s arms wrapped around Tara's neck, pulling her in for another lingering kiss. Their lips met, a fusion of love and longing, as they savored the taste of each other's presence. (Y/n) smiled, her voice filled with affection as she whispered, "Love you more, my Romeo."
Tara couldn't help but smile at the endearing nickname, a testament to the deep connection they shared. With a final exchange of loving glances, Tara opened the door, preparing to face the outside world once again. "Call me when you get home," she reminded Tara, her voice filled with a hint of concern and a touch of longing.
Tara began making her way down the street, her steps guided by the rhythm of the rain. Before she could fully disappear from sight, she glanced back, her gaze meeting (Y/n)'s figure still standing in the doorway. With a playful yet concerned tone, she called out, "Get inside and close the door before your house turns into a refrigerator!"
(Y/n) laughed, the sound of her joy echoing through the rain-soaked air. She shouted back with a mix of concern and affection, "Just keeping an eye on you until you reach the end of the street. The second I can't see you anymore, I'll close the door." Her words carried a sense of protection, a testament to her unwavering love and care.
Tara blushed at (Y/n)'s thoughtfulness, touched by her partner's determination to ensure her safety. She knew deep down that (Y/n) didn't need to worry about her, that she was more than capable of handling herself. Yet, in that moment, she appreciated the gesture, the reassurance of their bond.
As Tara neared the end of the street, ready to round the corner, she turned for one final glance back at (Y/n). A smile adorned her face as she waved, a burst of warmth and affection radiating from her being. But in an instant, the world shifted, and her smile faded into shock.
The image that met her eyes shattered her heart and stole her breath away. A knife, mercilessly plunged into (Y/n)'s stomach, transformed the scene of love and laughter into one of terror and despair.
(Y/n)'s hands gripped the hilt of the knife embedded in her stomach as she crumpled to the floor, her body falling limply onto the porch. From behind the partially open door, a tall figure emerged, donned in the same ghost face costume that Tara had hidden away in her backpack. The chilling presence exuded an air of malevolence, their intentions masked beneath the haunting visage.
Tara's heart pounded in her chest, her mind struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before her. Every instinct propelled her forward, her feet sliding on the rain-soaked ground as she stumbled towards (Y/n). Panic surged through her veins, her breaths coming in frantic gasps as she desperately tried to reach her beloved's side.
Who was this ghost face, and how had they discovered Tara's identity? Her mind raced with questions, her thoughts entangled in a web of confusion and disbelief. The realization struck her like a lightning boltāsomeone had not only uncovered her secret, but they had deliberately targeted the person she loved most in the world.
As Tara fought against her own stumbling steps, her vision obscured by the rain and tears that blurred her sight, the figure disappeared into the house, their dark presence melding seamlessly into the shadows.
Kneeling beside (Y/n), Tara's hands trembled as she applied pressure to the leaking wound, her palms now coated in crimson that was spilt by her, not by her own volition. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the rain and blood as they fell onto (Y/n)'s stark features. Her words poured out in a desperate mantra, a desperate attempt to convince herself of the impossible.
"You're okay, (Y/n). You'll be okay, I promise," Tara's voice wavered, the weight of her broken promise heavy upon her. She knew deep down that the wound was fatal, that (Y/n)'s life was slipping away with each passing moment. The figure had inflicted a mortal blow, twisting the knife upon its extraction, leaving (Y/n) to bleed out on the cold, unforgiving floor.
(Y/n)'s grip on her side tightened in agony, yet her eyes, clouded by pain, held a gentle reassurance. She shook her head, her voice weakened by the loss of blood. "It's okay, Tara. I'll be okay," she whispered, her blood-stained hand reaching up to caress Tara's tear-streaked cheek. With a trembling finger, she pressed against Tara's heart, a gesture of eternal love and connection. "I'll always be right here."
Tara's attempts to staunch the flow of blood proved futile. The inevitability of the situation settled upon her like a heavy weight, crushing her spirit. She cradled (Y/n)'s fragile form against her chest, her sobs echoing through the empty night. "I promised," she choked out, her grip on (Y/n) tightening. "I was going to keep you safe."
As (Y/n)'s eyelids drooped, the light fading from her gaze, a bittersweet smile lingered on her face. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a love that would transcend death itself. "I love you, my Romeo."
Tara's heart shattered in that moment, the world around her crumbling into darkness. She held onto (Y/n) with all her might, as if by sheer willpower she could defy the cruel hand of fate. But as (Y/n) slipped away, Tara's cries of anguish mingled with the rain, a symphony of grief and loss that echoed through the night.
Authors Note
Why tf did tumblr delete my entire edited draft AH? Literally spent an hour on it and poof it was just gone, anyway Iām not feeling this story as much I think the endings a bit rushed but Iām also very sleep deprived so I think I have an excuse
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Thinking about writing a part 2 to solace, maybe putting the reader through it again, think Taraās safe in the hospital, her sisters there now all that shit and BAAM ghostface attack pt2 but like also I feel the reader would never leave Tara alone after that so if I make a part 3 theyāre dealing with it together :0
Currently feeling like shit, idk how but work has me more drained than usual. Hopefully this coming week gets me more motivated to write but as of now, I can barely get out of bed to work šā ļø
Iām almost finished with my other fic (Solace Part 2) just need to write the final attack scene, which shouldnāt take more than an hour but the birthday festivities are taking over so Iām hoping to get it done when Iām not in the car so I donāt get car sick
Iāve literally been so busy recently whatās with August? My part 2 to solace has been sitting just waiting to be edited for about 2 weeks now but Iāve been so busy. Iām gonna try get it edited tonight before I have more busy days
Iāve finally finished writing the sequel to Solace, which is so aptly named Redemption, I realised I had a lot of anxiety when it came to my test results and a bunch of worries if Iād get into my dream university (which I did) that were stopping me from writing, itās a lot longer than intended so Iām going to start editing it now so Iāll hopefully have it out for tonight, hereās to hoping :)
Also thanks all so much for you patience if you all like redemption I might make a third part for the final act :)
