A/N: Tara x Reader
Requested: _KatesBow_
Summary: Tara and Y/n are dating and everyone accuses Tara of being Ghostface but Y/n defends her only for Tara to actually be Ghostface.
Sorry if this sucks <3
HERE WE GO!
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Y/n's POV:
I wake up to hearing my phone buzz, I groan and wipe my eyes, grabbing my phone and answering.
"Hello?" I answer, nothing is said for a couple of seconds before I hear a soft breath, "Who is t—?"
"—Y/n." I hear Tara's angelic voice, I sigh in relief, a smile tugging widely on my lips.
"Tara, hey, what's up? Everything okay?" I ask, moving the covers over one leg and the other out, I stretch and yawn while waiting for her response.
"I..." I hear a soft breath and my smile begins to drain,
"Tara, what's wrong?" I ask her, hearing her let out a small sob,
" I'm, uh, I'm sorta in h—hospital ri... right now." I feel my heart immediately drop and beat faster.
"What the hell happened, are you okay?" I ask, grabbing a t-shirt and putting them on, quickly grabbing my converse and rushing downstairs,
"I—I'm okay. I just really need to see you." She expresses to me, softly.
"I'll be right there, okay? I promise, do you want me to bring you anything? A milkshake or... or some food?" I offer, hoping that I can get her something— anything to help her feel better. I can't believe this, I seriously can't believe this, what the hell happened?
"No, no, just... just yourself." She tells me, speaking softly and quietly. I can tell that she's been crying and I wish that I was already with her.
"Okay, I'll see you soon." I tell her,
"Hurry."
"You know I will." I reply, hearing her chuckle softly, making me smile. I hear the line drop and I quickly leave, getting in my car and beginning to quickly drive to the hospital. I can't believe this, I can't believe that she's in hospital.
What happened to her?
Who hurt her?
I swear to god, whoever hurt her, I'm gonna fucking kill them.
***
I arrive at the hospital and I quickly stopped by a store in the hospital and got her flowers. I asked the lady at the front desk and asked her what room she was in and once I got it, I ran to the elevator to get to the 3rd floor. I wait a couple of seconds, taking a deep breath in, trying to relax and calm down. I hear something and jump, looking to see my hands shaking. I bite my bottom lip and force my eyes shut, I hear the doors open and my eyes open. I rush in and press the 3rd button, the door shuts afterwards and I stand there, feeling my heart beat faster and faster.
I force my eyes shut and feel my body fall backwards, feeling myself be dizzy. I didn't eat dinner last night and I obviously haven't had dinner so I'm a little bit hungry and thirsty. I should've gotten something to eat but I'll get food later.
I hear the first ding, the second, third. I open my eyes and see the doors open, I step out of the elevator and glance at the door numbers, heading to the right and walking down, I peak inside the window and see Tara— Oh, my god. Oh, my god, she looks... so beaten up. I...
What the fuck?
I open the door and watch her head turn to me and her eyes soften, I shut the door behind me and I sit beside her and wrap my arms around her, feeling her hug me back and begin to sob into my arms.
"I got here as fast as I could." I tell her, feeling her shoulders jolt, hearing a sob. "What the hell happened?" I ask her, pulling away from the hug and wiping her tears for her, her head falls and I cup her chin, lifting her head and placing a kiss on her lips that she returns, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. Stroking her cheekbone as I feel her left hand rest over mines.
"S—Someone, they... they attacked me last night." She informs me, I feel my heart drop and I continue to wipe her tears,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I wasn't there." I apologise to her, she shakes her head.
"Don't— Y/n, it's okay, I know, I know if you were there you would've helped." Tara expresses to me, I smile softly and sniffle as I take in her state. She really has broken her leg and arm, it's painful to look at her.
"Can I get you anything?" I ask her, looking up at her, she shakes her head.
"Some cuddles and a kiss would be lovely." She says, resting her free hand on my forearm, "I have to admit, you in your pyjamas just waking up, it's... hot." She tells me, smiling at me. I smile and lean over, sitting down and kissing her, her kissing me back.
***
Wes, Chad, Mindy, and Amber all came by to see Tara in hospital, I've stayed with her since this morning and I don't really care about classes at the moment. I can always catch up.
"Are you gonna be all right? Do you need some new pillows or—?" Wes begins to offer, but Tara shakes her head.
"—Wes, really, I'm fine." Tara denies, I glance at Tara but stare Wes down, unamused. I've never really liked Wes ever since I found out that he's had a crush on my girlfriend, but I'm forced around him because of my friends.
"You got your inhaler nearby?" Amber asks, Tara nods her head, resting her head against the pillow, sighing.
"Got it, yeah." She answers, sending Amber a small smile. I notice a shared glance between the two before Amber stops leaning over and looks over at me, I offer a short smile but once she looks away, my smile drains. What was that?
*****
Mindy is explaining the rules of a re-queal or whatever the fuck she's trying to explain and I don't get much of it.
"All right, well, who's got motive?" I ask, glancing around the room.
"Everyone here." Dewey answers, everybody turning toward him. "Well, I've got experience under my belt and every time that this has happened, it's been someone or two people in the friend-group for whatever reason." He continues onto say, I look around the room, inspecting everybody.
"Well, it's obviously not me or Tara—"
"—How?"
"Tara was attacked, I was with my family for family game night, I have multiple people who saw me when it happened." I explain to everybody in the room,
"It wouldn't be the first time someone hurt themself." I hear Mindy say, quietly. I look over at her,
"What'd you just say?" I ask, standing up but feel Sam and Richie move in front of me.
"Woah, woah, woah—"
"—Woah— Woah, okay, easy, easy—"
"—Hey, stop— let—" They sit me back down, "let me..." I attempt to sit up but Sam sits me back down,
"Y/n, relax." I hear Sam say, calmly,
"...fine. I'm good, I'm good—" Richie sits down and Sam sits beside me but still holds me down. "goddamn it, I'm fine!" I say, Sam finally letting me go.
"Ooh, got built up frustration? Anger issues, maybe?" I hear Amber say,
"Fuck you, Amber." I say, seeing her glare at me, I return the look mockingly.
"I... think it being Tara could make sense." I hear Richie say, I look over at him. "Hear me out, she obviously misses Sam and she clearly wants a relationship and your mom hasn't even came to see if Tara is okay, let alone call her. So... it'd be a good excuse, you know?" Richie explains to everybody, I notice a shift in the room as I glance around, Amber shifts in her seat and I notice Mindy look over at Wes with a smile before turning back toward Richie.
"Netflix is smart." I hear Amber say, I scoff, standing up.
"That's absolutely fucking ridiculous— y—ou know what? I doubt it, I seriously doubt that Tara would ever even do that because that's fucking stupid. I believe the victim and I believe she was attacked. So, I'm gonna go see her instead of wasting my time listening to dumb theories." I insult, leaving the room and exiting out of the house, trying to calm my heartbeat. I get in my car and begin to reverse, seeing Sam walk out.
"Y/n, come on, come back in!" I hear Sam shout,
"Fuck off, Sam." I say, driving away from her and heading toward the hospital.
***
I'm in the hospital with Tara and she's fast asleep, I place a kiss on her head and move her off of me, I write a note and leave it on the table, going to the bathroom. I head into the bathroom and go for a pee, I wipe and press the button, I walk in front of a sink and wash my hands. I look up at myself in the mirror and feel something crawl up my spine, I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes shut as I unnoticeably shiver.
I snap my neck to the left and feel a shiver crawl up my spine and I feel overwatched. I open my eyes and stare into the mirror, I look around the bathroom and hear a thud. I quickly wipe my hands with towels and I open the door slightly, seeing a figure go down that corridor. I didn't see them though, I exit, quietly. I shut the door and make sure it doesn't make a noise. I quietly jog and see the nurse at the front desk's dead body and gag quietly.
"Oh, my god, that is disgusting." I say, quietly to myself. I let out a shaky breath and look around to see a door slightly open. I head toward it, I glance around and move the door open, looking into the room only to get hit in the head. I groan, falling into the door and look to see who hit me to see Tara. "Fuck— jesus, you could've killed me." I say, holding my head in pain.
"Watch out!" Tara exclaims, I quickly turn and I shove the door into the killer. I kick the guy onto the floor and move Tara back, stopping her and grabbing whatever she was holding. I feel the killer go to stab me but I grip their wrist.
"N—No!" I say, through my gritted teeth. I headbutt the killer and duck my head back as they try to create a cut on my cheek. They tackle me into the door. I watch as Richie walks in,
"AH! OH my god, it's the killer!" I hear him exclaim, I quickly kick the door into them, making them fall, including Richie. Richie bangs his head off of the ground, passing out.
"Shit." I let out, I quickly get up and rush over to Tara. I pick Tara up from the chair and begin to run away. Feeling her cling onto me. I press the button the elevator and glance back to see them no longer in the room and I don't know where they are, I hear Tara whimper. "Shh, shh, don't look. Don't look." I whisper into her ear, I pull her head into my neck. I feel her tears drip onto my t-shirt. I back away into the stairwell and I shut the door quietly. I begin to back away toward the corner. Staying quiet. I hear a phone go off and Tara flinches in my arms, I hold her tighter. Hearing a gunshot and she sobs into my neck, crying.
"Tara!" We hear Sam shout, I open the door and I rush into the elevator, Richie is with Dewey and Dewey is running toward the elevator as well. "Shit, are you two okay?" She asks us, panicked, she looks at me, "Shit, what happened?" She asks, I look at her confused and I feel blood drip onto my lip, I feel around my forehead and hiss when I feel a cut and I see deep red blood on my finger tip.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I tell her, I look and continue to hold Tara protectively.
"Dewey— Dewey, what're you doing?" Richie asks him, scared.
"You have to shoot them in the head or they always come back." Dewey informs us,
"Yeah, who gives a shit?! Come in!" I say, he turns around and the doors begin to shut, "No—!" I go to move my hand out to stop him but Richie and Sam stop me and I move my arm back around Tara. Looking at her as the elevator moves.
*****
I'm at Wes' wake and I haven't had anything to drink as I'm not much of a drinker due to my parents being alcoholics. I've just been put off of alcohol knowing what it does to them, I especially don't wanna end up like them so I'm steering clear from alcohol and trying my hardest in school to ensure that I can leave Woodsboro.
I'm watching the first Stab movie with Mindy that is until I see Richie come in,
"All right, hey, guys." He greets us, I sit up and tilt my head in confusion.
"Richie? What're you doing here?" I ask him,
"Oh, we're all here. Tara's looking for you." He informs me, I nod my head.
"I'm surprised your around her since you tried to accuse her of being the psycho killer." I express to him, jumping over the back of the couch and standing up, walking towards him, "But I'm glad you got proved wrong."
"Hey, he didn't go after her at all, it was me and you. It could still be her." Richie rebuttals, I stare him in his eyes,
"He's got a point." I hear Mindy say, I roll my eyes and leave, going to find Tara. I go into the foyer or whatever and see Tara on crutches with Sam.
"Tara." I let out, I see her look over at me and a smile appear on her face, I take in her outfit and see that she's wearing my t-shirt and hoodie then her own jacket over it.
"Baby," She lets out, cheerfully, I smile and hug her, her hugging me back. Sam gives me a small nod and I return the nod, pulling away, "hey, I thought you'd be here." She says, "Uh, we... we're gonna leave, okay? Uh, I'll text you when we're somewhere safe but—"
"—What, where are you going?" I ask her, seeing her glance back at Sam and Sam steps forward.
"Look, I'd offer you to come with us but..."
"Sam, you know I'm not the killer, I literally protected Tara, I have two witnesses. Richie and Tara herself." I remind her, "Plus, you saw me and Ghostface. I can't be in two places at once, that's impossible." I continue onto say,
"Love." I hear Tara say, I look down at her, "Let's talk, okay?" I nod my head and she begins to direct me to a room, I follow after and look back at Sam,
"Uh, guys, no, come on— Tara, come—"
"—Sam." She sternly replies, "Sam, please, we've been dating for 2 years, she deserves a private goodbye." she adds, softer, Sam nods her head.
"Fine. Five minutes and I'm on the other end of the door." She informs us, I nod my head and we head into a guest room, I turn around and shut the door, Tara locks it and I watch her do it. I feel Tara move my head to looking at her, she smiles softly.
"I'm gonna miss you." She tells me, I nod my head and step closer to her, resting my hands on her forearms,
"Do you have to go?" I ask her, "Seriously, why can't I come with you guys?" I ask, seeing her eyes soften. She leans in and kisses my lips, I kiss her back and lean down, moving my hands under her thighs and picking her up, feeling her smile. She rests her crutches against the wall in the corner. I lie her down on the bed, crawling on top of her. Having my body between her legs. She rests her left hand on the back of my neck and I feel her add tongue into the kiss. Both of us fighting for dominance with our tongues. I feel her tug on the end of my t-shirt, I pull away and smile at her, "Tara Carpenter, are you trying to have sex with me, right now?" I ask her, smiling as I tilt my head, having my lips just an inch away from hers.
"Mm-mm. You're slowing me down." She replies, making me smile. I take my t-shirt off and set it beside me, noticing her eyes trail along my body before pulling me down into a kiss. I kiss her back and pull away after a moment. Kissing her neck and trailing my kisses down. I take her jacket it off carefully as well as her t-shirt. Creating love bites over her neck, collarbone, on her stomach and elsewhere...
***
I help her get dressed, her sitting up and I put her t-shirt on for her, I notice her smiling widely and she rests her left hand on my right bicep and trails her fingers down. Her sending me her doe eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, Carpenter." I tell her, placing a kiss on her head.
"Why not, you love it when I do that." She replies, I roll my eyes. I can't tell you how long Sam banged on that door but when she stopped, I was so glad. Though, that was 10 minutes ago.
"I do but when you're about to leave, I can't take it." I say, softly. I grab her jacket and put it on for her, I adjust it for her and go over, grabbing her crutches. I help her stand up and hand her the crutches. "There we are." I let out softly, "You look beautiful." I compliment, seeing her eyes soften.
"Thank you, darling." She replies, I smile and feel myself blushing. I shrug lightly. I lean in and place a kiss on her lips, her kissing me back. I pull away and rest my forehead against hers.
"I love you." I whisper to her,
"And I love you." She replies, I smile and we head out of the room, I look around and try to find everyone only to hear everyone in the movie room. Me and Tara walk in and Mindy's on the floor, bleeding out.
"What the fuck." I exclaim,
"Where the fuck were you two?" Amber asks,
"Making out." Tara answers, smiling as she looks at me, I chuckle softly. Liv rushes in.
"Stay the fuck back." I hear Amber say, moving away from Liv. I wrap my arm around Tara and she steps closer to me, us backing away from Liv. "All right, one of you is the fucking killer!" Amber accuses, "Which one of you is it?" She exclaims, pointing around at everyone.
"Fuck you, Amber. Fuck you!" Liv replies,
"Why is there blood on your hands?" Sam asks, I look and notice Liv has blood on her hands,
"What?" She lets out as she looks down at her hands. Her mouth falls open and she glances behind her and then looks back at all of us, "I—I f...found Chad." She informs us, "I found Chad and he's—"
"—Chad?" Sam questions,
"You're fucking lying." Amber says,
"No." Liv denies,
"You're the killer." Richie adds in, my eyes fall to the ground.
"No, I'm not." Liv denies, again. She stumbles on her words, continuing to deny. "N—No, no, no, I—I really—"
"—Liv, stop—"
"—I'm not the killer, I swear—" She says through a sob,
"—Liv, just stop—" Amber attempts to butt in,
"—Fuck you—!" She exclaims,
"—Liv, just stop!" Amber exclaims again,
"Fuck you, Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!" Liv exclaims,
"I know." I hear Amber reply. Suddenly, all I hear is a gunshot, I jump, gasping. Seeing blood on the wall. I look at Amber. She's pointing the gun at me. "Welcome to Act Three." She says, suavely. I notice her about to shoot me but Tara grips her arm and tries to stop her, Sam and Richie running away. I help Tara out and punch Amber in the face. I grip her hair and kick her hand, her dropping the gun. Tara picks it up and I hold Amber.
"Tara, shoot!" I shout for her to do, Tara points the gun at her before pointing it at me. Amber elbows me in the stomach, flips me onto the ground and I notice Tara move over me. Pointing the gun at me. "Tara...? " I let out, softly. Putting my hand up, I glance around and see Amber running away. I look back at her. She chuckles,
"I'm sorry, Honey. I'm really sorry." She apologises, through small chuckles. Smiling devilishly. She gets on the ground and straddles my waist, "Do you know how hard it is to hurt yourself? I mean yeesh, I thought it was hard but..." She inhales sharply, shaking her head and smiling, "wow, I didn't think I could pull it off." She expresses to me, I try to get out of it but she stops me, the gun resting on the couch her hands holding mines down. "Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" She asks me, she leans down and her face is inches from mine. "We're just getting started." She says, I whimper, turning my face away from her. Sobbing quietly. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like me in control?" I hear her ask, feeling cold metal drag down the side of my face, I turn to her and look her in the eyes.
"Fuck you, Tara." I say, I feel her stab into my side and gasp, my breath hitching multiple times, I whimper as she twists the knife then releases it, raising it in the air. I hear footsteps nearby and seeing Sam,
"Tara." I hear her say, I punch her in the face when she isn't looking and chuck the gun through a window, I quickly run away, limping, and as I glance back, Tara throws a knife toward me. Sam pulls me toward her and helps me run away.
What the fuck just happened?!
Sam directs me into a cupboard and sits me in there,
"Stay there and I'll give you a signal." She tells me, handing me a knife. I take it and nod my head,
"O—Okay..." I let out, softly. Sam shuts the door and hides somewhere.
***
I hear tumbling above me and I hear Amber begin to speak,
"Okay!" I hear her say, I open the door slightly, "What're you gonna do now, huh? Make a scary phone call to me?" She asks her, teasingly, I look and see Sam look into the mirror. "Pop out of that closet in a Ghostface mask? No... Because you're the villain! And the villain dies in the end! Those are the rules." She explains, stepping toward her as Sam continues to crawl toward curtains.
"I'm introducing a new rule." Sam replies,
"And what would that be? Huh?" She asks, turning Sam around and pulling her back. "Well?" She asks, then laughs maniacally, I limp toward Amber and sneak up behind her, seeing Sam get a grip on the knife, Amber not realising.
"Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer." Sam says, stabbing her in the cheek, the knife going through both. I stab her in the back, her gurgling onto Sam's t-shirt. She removes the knife and I remove mines. I stab Amber in the back two more times, then Sam kicks her off of her, the knife going through her back. Sam straddles her waist and continues to stab her repeatedly. I watch in amazement. I notice Sydney and Gale walk in,
"Wait, wait, wait!" She says, putting her hands up. "W—What... a—about the—the movie...? Huh?" She questions.
"Here it comes." Sam replies, singing it. Slicing her neck, her gasping and trying to speak yet not being able too before her head falls against the floor. Sam wipes the knife clean and gets up, standing up. I wrap my arm around her,
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask her, Sam nods her head and hugs me.
"Thank you, Y/n, are you okay?" Sam asks me, I nod my head and we both pull away from the hug,
"Yeah, I'm okay." I answer, Sam drops the knife and Sydney looks at her,
"Careful, they always come back." Sydney warns her, Sam grabs the gun from Gale and shoots him repeatedly, in the shoulder, the heart, the head.
"Okay, then." Gale responds, we hear screaming and I turn around and see Tara, approaching us with a kitchen knife, I look at Sam and see her hesitate. I grab the gun and shoot her leg. She falls to the ground, dropping the knife.
"Tara." I let out, softly. Standing over her body. "Don't make me do it, please." I plead with her, I notice her reach for the knife and I shoot her arm, her exclaiming in pain, sobbing.
"I—I'm—I'm— I'm sorry—! I'm so sorry!" She exclaims, apologising. I shake my head.
"Look what you did to me, Tara. I protected you and this is how you repay me?" I ask her, my heart being broken, I sniffle as I feel tears fall down my cheeks, I shake my head and Sydney walks over, taking the gun from my hand. "Do it, I can't." I say and limp toward Sam, me and Sam exit the house and we hear the multiple gunshots, I begin to sob. Feeling my entire heart break and Sam sobs with me. Both of us clinging onto one another for emotional support.
What the fuck did my now dead girlfriend just do?
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Hopefully I did okay! Sorry if it's shit! <3