A/N: Tara x Reader
Requested by: wolfblood1732
Summary: Y/n is a third Ghostface and she protects Tara. She kills people that only Tara is okay with, and when she helps kill Amber and Richie, she quickly runs off so she doesn't reveal herself to everyone else. Y/n also wears a different costume from the other two Ghostface's.
Some fluff in this as well <3
HERE WE GO!
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Tara's POV:
I hear my phone buzz and when I glance over at my phone, I see that it's a text from my girlfriend, Y/n. She's supposed to be coming over in like 20 minutes. I think she's on her way.
"baby i'm getting a snack from the convenience store"
"do you want anything? " I see the messages say to me,
"no, thanks, I'm good " I send in reply,
"yk i'm making food for us, right? " I send her again, seeing her send 3 crying faces.
"i completely forgot, okay, no more convenience store! " She sends to me, I smile softly, shaking my head. I hear the landline go off and glance up, before looking at the number, confused. What in the fuck?
***
Y/n's POV:
I stab them repeatedly, before pulling the knife out and staring at the lifeless eyes, I feel a wide smile tug on my lips and I glance around, dragging them and putting them on a bench. I hear a gurgle.
"P—Please." I hear them say, reaching their hands out. I turn around to him and smile softly, chuckling.
"Please? Please fucking die." I say, cackling in his face. As I move the knife across his throat, slitting his throat. I watch as the life leaves his eyes and I begin to smile softly, I stand up and wipe the knife against my black joggies. I glance around and see nobody, good. I move my bag and zip it open, taking my mask off and shoving it in there. I go on my phone and as I begin to walk away, taking a longer way to Tara's.
I really miss my girlfriend, I'm excited to see her! I'm also really glad because she says that if I wear my grey sweatpants - which I'm going to change into - she'll wear my hoodie because I love seeing her in my hoodies as it's really hot. It's so attractive and she finds it attractive whenever I wear my grey sweatpants.
I arrive near her house and I see multiple police cars pulling up, I glance around and I see them beginning to head inside, breaking the door. What kinda Halloween prank is this? I look toward the back, seeing someone running away and glancing back. Shit. I begin to sprint after them.
"Hey! Hey, over here!" I shout for the police, as I continue to b-line it after the fucker in a full-Ghostface costume. "Killer over here, over here now!" I shout, hoping for someone to follow me— oh, I know exactly where they're trying to run off too. I rush toward the nearest woods area and when I see them gasping and panting, I try to sneak up behind them but just as I'm about to move, a police officer shoots in our direction. They begin to flee and I groan, losing track of where they're heading too because of the loudness of the shot. "What the fuck? I could've got them!"
"Hey, stand down!" He says, aiming the gun at me. I put my hands in the air, not wanting to get shot or taken into the precinct because then they will see the Ghostface mask and frame me. In reality, though, I'm completely innocent. I would never hurt my Tara, I would never— not in a million years. She keeps me grounded, she keeps me out of trouble and why would I want to risk getting into even more trouble with going after my girlfriend? Seems like a dumb move to me.
"What're you doing aiming at me? I was trying to go after the guy in the Ghostface costume, you saw me about to sneak up on them!" I argue with the officer,
"You might wanna calm down or I'm gonna have to arrest you under suspicion of attacking Tara Carpenter." He threatens, continuing to aim the gun at me.
"Attacking?! Why on earth would I attack—?" I stop, immediately feeling my shoulders fall. "Tara." I begin to run back to the house, hoping to see her. I see her getting pulled out on a stretcher, "Tara! Tara, wait, hold on, hold on!" I exclaim to the paramedics, them stopping and turning to me, I see how bloody she looks and feel my heart drop. "Oh, my..." I let out, "I'm coming with you— I... I got this. I got this, come on." I say, helping them move the stretcher in even though I barely did anything. I see her fast asleep and throughout the drive, I hold her hand and feel my heart beating a million beats per second.
God, what a fucking night already...
***
I'm sitting on the chair beside the bed that Tara's fast asleep in, she went for surgery a few hours ago and my leg is non-stop bouncing, my heart won't slow down, I feel like I honestly might die of a heart attack. I just want her to wake up, she isn't waking up and I want her too. I want to see the life in her eyes, not have to witness life leave her eyes.
Is this payback for what I've been doing—? No. No, don't start thinking like that. I told Tara and she helped me, she—she said it was fine, what I was doing was morally right, I just... need to stop killing.
Beat up? Yes, I can. But don't... kill— well, a little late for that but Tara will understand, she always understands. She understands everything, which is why she can't die— she's not going to die...
Right?
***
I see Nurse Evans step inside and walk over to her chart, beginning to scribble something down that I can never read but then again, I struggle with reading because I'm dyslexic which is why I get Tara to read to me most of the time.
"Do you know if she's gonna wake up?" I ask him, hoping that he can give me some type of answer.
"I'm afraid at this moment, we will just have to wait and see." He answers in reply, I sigh and look over at Tara, resting my hand on her non-broken hand, my thumb strokes her knuckles and I begin to paint her nails cause I'm bored.
"So, I failed Mrs Tilscher's class. I know what I said, but you gotta be honest, girl, she has some tough shit going on in that bullshit class that no one else is ever gonna understand— let alone me, like what? I asked the smartest girl in the class what she meant and she shrugged and said 'I have no idea myself'— I mean you know me, I am not the brightest in the bunch. Remember when I asked how far Miami was from Florida?" I recount, making myself laugh before sighing, slowly shaking my head before stopping and letting my shoulders fall. "I still don't know..." I mumble quietly, shaking my head— ooh, I'm gonna search it. "give me a sec, actually, I wanna see." I reply, stopping and getting my phone out and going to search it.
"Miami's in Florida, baby." I hear Tara's soft voice say, I look over, slightly dropping my phone and immediately hugging her. "Woah— hey, there."
"Oh, my god. I'm so glad you're okay!" I express, smiling widely and resting my hands on her cheeks.
"You look so happy." She says, smiling widely and tilting her head to me.
"Yeah, I... I am, love." I reply, softly, seeing her eyes glance between mines.
"Never lose that smile, will you?"
"How can I? I'm always with you." I reply, resting my forehead against hers and stroking her cheekbone,
"Now... what's with my nails being half-painted?" She asks me, making me laugh, I continue to paint her nails as I tell her about my shift last night and about how I somehow passed my English test, I don't know how on earth I did that but I did it. "That's really good, it's a pass."
"I know! I normally get F's but I got a C." I say, happily, she chuckles softly.
"I'm glad, when we're out of this place. We can go celebrate, hm?" Tara suggests, I nod my head excitedly as my tongue slips out of my mouth while I focus and wipe the side of her nails because I messed it up a wee bit,
"Shit, I think I just ruined it." I complain, making Tara laugh before she hisses, I look at her and immediately rise out of my seat, sitting beside her. "What hurts?" I ask her, her pointing to her stomach, I place a kiss on her stomach and rest my head against hers, her head resting on my shoulder. "I'll try not to say something funny, I don't want you to hurt."
"Y/n, that's your whole persona."
"Shh, I know, it'll be difficult but we can survive this together." I whisper, sarcastically, removing my head from hers and looking down at her, seeing her smile widely and trying not to laugh. "Oh, I failed already, sorry." I apologise, kissing the crown of her head.
***
I'm bored so I put the TV on and a cool looking show pops up, my eyes take it all in and I begin to smile.
"Ooh, what shows this?" I ask,
"Baby, that's baseball."
"Oh." I let out, continuing to watch, "Woah, look how far he hit that thing." I say, giggling at how cool that was. "Pew." I say, pretending to hid a ball with my imaginary baseball.
"Aw, that was so cute." She says, I turn to her and see her filming me. I laugh and kiss her camera just because why not, she cups my chin, leaning in and she goes to sit up.
"Nooo, don't sit up. Lie—Lie down, there we go. Don't hurt yourself." I say, scolding her softly.
"O—Oh, okay." She nods her head, I kiss her lips and she kisses me back, moving her hand into my hair and I hear her drop her phone onto her lap and she pulls me more onto her and when I try to pull away, she whines and pouts her lips. "More." She says, moving her hand out for me and I take her hand and kiss her hand, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss before she pulls me in for a longer kiss.
My love has got me wrapped around her finger.
*****
I wake up and when I do, I hear people whispering. I glance around and wipe my eyes, seeing a room full of people. There's Amber; Chad, Mindy, Wes, Liv, Sam, and some random guy. They all stare at me, mostly my friends looking at me panicked that they had woken me up.
"Oh..." I let out, everyone looking at me, "hey, everybody." I greet them, wiling my eyes snd stretching
"Hey." Wes greets me, scared.
"Hey." Mindy greets me, speaking angelic.
"Morning, Y/n." Amber greets me, sending me a soft smile that I return.
"Morning." I hear Chad say, chuckling as he glances at Liv.
"Hey, sleepy." Liv greets me, sounding like my mum which her, Amber, and Mindy often act like. Chad often being my cool uncle, Wes being... Wes.
"Hey, Y/n." Sam greets me, sounding like the cool step-momma.
"Hi, Sam." I greet her in return, going to lean down and fall back asleep before I hear a mysterious voice that I've never heard before begin to say,
"Hey, there." I hear the new guy say, waving awkwardly. I look at him, tilting my head to the side and my eyes narrowing.
"I don't know you." I say, leaning back down and sighing.
"Oh, I'm Richie. Sam's boyf—"
"—Cool story." I reply, shutting my eyes as it's too bright. I want sleep.
"Baby, don't be rude." I hear Tara scold me softly, I rest my head against Tara's again and instantly fall back asleep,
Tara's POV:
"Did she just...?" I hear Wes ask, pointing at my beautiful sleepy girlfriend, I nod my head.
"Yep."
"Out for the count." Mindy adds, making me smile as I glance around at everyone.
"Sorry, Richie." I apologise to him, "She's not good with new people." I inform him, him shaking his head and shrugging.
"It's okay, seriously." He dismisses, "So, are... are you okay? Do you need anything?" I hear him offer, I shake my head, sending him a short smile.
"No. Thank you, though." I thank him, seeing him return the smile before looking at Sam. Sam not moving her eyes away from me, she sits beside me.
"Does Mom know?"
"Yep. She's down in London." I inform her, seeing Sam sigh and her shoulders fall.
"Of course..."
"Look, I'm really glad you're all here, but seriously, I don't want you to miss class or—"
"—Hey, we're here for you." Wes says, stepping closer to me, "We want to be here." He informs me, his eyes glancing between mines.
"Thanks, Wes." I thank him, seeing him nod his head as he steps back.
"Jesus, how long's he been in love with her." I hear Sam mutter under her breath, I fight against laughing and although it's difficult, I manage to do it. I feel Y/n twitch in her sleep but that's normal, she doesn't know why she does it, she just does.
"Did she just...?" Chad begins to ask, pointing at her; I glance at him and nod my head, sighing.
"Yep." I answer,
"Mhm." He hums, a few people giggling at how adorable she looks.
"Gosh, she just really woke up and went back to sleep." I hear Amber say, smiling widely. Y/n and Amber are really close, practically sisters, one time Amber told me how Y/n felt sick and when I confronted her, she said she felt fine. Not 10 minutes later, I was holding her hair back and throwing up. I don't know how Amber noticed but she did, they've been best friends since they were babies, so, she must notice the signs before she gets sick. I notice Amber rest the back of her hand on Y/n's forehead, "She's a bit cold, someone get her a blanket." Amber says, removing her hand.
"Is she?" I ask, resting my hand on her forehead and feeling her be cold. How did I not notice? "Shit, someone get her a blanket. She's freezing." I say,
"Let's go get one." I hear Chad say, tapping Wes' shoulder. Wes nods his head and they both leave, soon coming back with a blanket and I put a blanket over Y/n, kissing her cheek afterwards.
*****
Y/n's POV:
I'm killing Wes, it's settled. How dare he try to comfort my girlfriend— she's mine. Not his, he needs to back the fuck off because he is always trying to find moments with Tara and it being them alone and he's always trying to steal her away from me. I'm not one for treating my girlfriend like a trophy and all but I am a very possessive, jealous person.
"Baby, can I kill Wes?" I ask her, whispering in her ear.
"No." She answers, focusing on her phone and not even looking at me.
"Why?" I ask, complaining.
"Because he's our friend, my love."
"But—"
"—No, friends."
"But I just—"
"—No." She denies, shaking her head as she's on her phone.
"But he makes you—"
"—Y/n." She begins, sternly, looking over at me.
"Okay." I agree, sighing and continuing to watch the TV. Whenever she says my name like that, I know that it's time to stop pushing or trying to convince her.
***
I wake up to hearing a clutter and someone exclaiming in pain, I get out of the bed and head down the corridor, seeing someone in a Ghostface costume heading toward a room.
"Richie, watch out!" I hear Tara exclaim. No, you don't, bitch. I rush toward them and tackle the Ghostface onto the floor, I punch them and feel them stab my stomach, I squeal. Grabbing the knife and pulling it out, screaming in pain, before raising it to kill them but I hear Tara call on me. "Y/n!" I hear her say, I stand up and look at her confused, holding my wound in pain and turn back, seeing them nowhere to be found— no, right, what? What is this bitch, the fucking flash and got an invisibility cloak?
I walk toward the stairwell, and I open the door. Beginning to walk toward the steps going down.
"Look out—!" I hear Richie say, I turn around and see Ghostface go to hit me, I punch them in the face, feeling them kick me against the railing.
"Okay, ow!" I complain, chucking the knife at them but missing. They quickly pick it up, going to slice and dice me again but I dodge. I throw them down the stairwell but sadly, they cling onto me. Bringing me down with them.
"Y/n!" I hear Tara exclaim, panicked. I groan, holding my shoulder in pain.
"That really hurt." I complain, looking up and seeing the Ghostface beginning to get up and head upstairs onto the level with Richie and Tara. I whimper as I try to get up, and when I do, I try to go after them but my stomach is really sore. "Yo, I'm out. I'm tapping out." I say, exhaling as I try to calm myself down, my heart pounding really fast as I continue to walk upstairs. "I'm tapping out, dude, I can't." I complain, shaking my head, I get to the "Can... Can I get some apple juice or—AH!" I fall, missing a step and falling. "Ow... can someone help me?" I ask, loudly, wanting some help. I glance up, seeing Ghostface staring at me, chuckling.
"Oh, now this is just sad..." I hear Ghostface, say, chuckling lowly.
"Is that so?" I ask, beginning to laugh. I'm giggling and I can't stop, even though I'm in a lot of pain.
"What's so fucking funny, huh?" Ghostface asks me, tilting their head.
"Behind you." I say, lowly, they turn around and Dewey pistol-whips him. He steps down, helping me up. I begin to come out of the stairwell and he helps me into the elevator. I feel Tara lean into me, I wrap my arms around her waist and feel her lean into me.
"Shit, are you okay?"
"No, I want apple juice." I complain,
"Okay, I'll get you all the apple juice you want, my love." I hear Tara say, making me smile softly.
"I love apple juice."
"I know you do." She replies, placing a kiss on my cheek. She helps me stay upright although I really want to lie down, I feel so dizzy...
*****
Right now, I'm in a room with Tara and we're both keeping an eye on each other. Thankfully, my stomach's already getting better, and I can stand up pretty easily but there are some things that I'm struggling to do because of how sore it is.
The door opens and I look over and see Sam rushing in, she glances between us and smiles softly.
"I have good news." Sam announces, Tara stares at her for a moment before looking over at me then looks back at Sam.
"I like good news." I say, my feet swaying side-to-side.
"We're gonna leave town." Sam informs us, beginning to explain some sort've plan to us. I'm not gonna lie, my mom's dead and my dad is a day-drinker, night-drinker, any time drinker. So, he's not gonna care.
"What?" Tara asks, surprised.
"Nice." I reply, calmly. Nodding my head. "Can you get me some apple juice?" I ask, glancing between the two.
"In a minute, Honey." Sam replies, softly
"Oh, okay." I answer, smiling. I love it when people call me 'Honey', especially when they sound so caring. Unless they say it in a condescending tone then you best believe I will rip their insides—
"So, this is the plan." Sam begins to say, I don't listen as I don't like planning. They exhaust me. Even hearing about it exhausts me so I just go with the flow. Normally, it works out.
*****
Right now, we're on our way to leave and me and Tara are in the back of Richie's car, I have my head on her shoulder and she's giving me head scratches with her non-broken hand.
"Can you check if my inhalers in there?" Tara asks me, I nod my head and I open the bag and begin to search for it.
"What's it look like again?"
"Give it here, love." She says, I move it carefully onto her lap and she begins to look for it. "He—Hey, guys. Guys, my inhaler's not here." Tara informs them,
"Shit." I hear Richie say,
"Shit, what're we gonna do?" Sam asks, glancing between me and Tara.
"Amber's got a spare one, doesn't she?" I ask, looking over at Tara, seeing her eyes light up.
"She does! Right, we need to go. Can we go to Amber's really quick?"
"No—"
"—Oh, come on." I say, through a sigh. You know, Richie, he's very... bleh.
"Come on, she needs it." Sam says, Richie glances at her before groaning.
"Fine. Put it in the GPS, what's the address?" He asks, I give him the address and he begins to type it in.
***
We arrive at Amber's and me, her and Tara have went to go look for it in her room. We told Amber how we were leaving and although she seems upset, she more just wants us to keep in contact with her.
"Do you really have to go?" Amber asks me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hug her back and nod my head.
"I don't want us getting hurt."
"I know, but... what if it stopped?" She asks, her eyes glancing between mines.
"But how—?"
"—Holy, shit. Guys!" I hear Sam exclaim, we all look at one another before Amber rushes out the room and I follow after her, helping Tara but she's found the inhaler.
"Got it, let's go."
"Squad out." I say, trying to copy Ghost's voice from MW2.
"What?" She asks, looking at me confused.
"What?"
"Why'd you say that?"
"Why not." I reply, shrugging. She chuckles, laughing. But as soon as we arrive in the TV room, she stops.
"Shit, are you okay?"
"Fuck, someone help her."
"Mindy, no." I whimper, rushing and trying to shake her awake. "Mindy, wake up. Min— hey, come on. Stop it. Mindy, stop it! I don't like playing peekaboo, you know it's scary." I complain, trying to wake her up.
"Hey, shh, it's okay." I hear Amber say, resting her hand on my shoulder. "She's gonna be okay." She tells me, softly. I feel her help me stand up and she hugs me, I hug her back. Wanting to cry. I want Mindy up and awake. "Whoever did this, will pay, I promise you." Amber says, rubbing my back.
"Who would do this?" Sam asks,
"We gotta call an ambulance." I say, I see Richie go to pull out his phone but Liv rushes in.
"Guys! Guys, guys, guys!" I hear Liv say, "I—I found Chad, he just... he's— he needs help! Someone..."
"Why've you got blood on your hands?" Sam asks her, the room shifting.
"Liv?" I call out to her,
"No, darling, I—I would never! He's outside, and—and—and bleeding. He needs help, someone help him—!"
"You're Ghostface." Richie announces,
"No—!"
"—Liv—"
"—I—I didn't, I—I swear—"
"—Liv, stop—!"
"—I'm not— He needs help—!"
"—Liv! Just fucking shut up!" Amber shouts at her, moving me toward Tara. Tara clings onto me arm and I cling onto hers. I like Chad, I don't want Chad to die... I want him and Min's up and walking, laughing, being happy.
"Fuck you, Amber! I'm not the fucking killer." Liv says, aggressively.
"I know." Her voice says, silkily. Pulling a gun out, shooting her in the head. Everyone gasps and I feel my hear drop. "Welcome to Act Three." She welcomes, going to shoot Sam but Richie exclaims weirdly and runs away, dragging Sam. While Tara escapes, I stand there. She turns to me.
"Y—" I hesitate, "You're Ghostface?" I ask,
"Yes?"
"Oh... nice." I let out, walking away. I hear her follow me but I quickly grab a lamp, hitting her and pushing her onto the couch; I run away, trying to hide and find Tara, where could she b—? Oh... Oh, I know what I can do...
Sorry, Tara but I have some killings to attend to.
***
I'm in my costume and as I'm hiding in a closet and as I hear footsteps go past me, stop, then it opens, Richie. He doesn't see me just yet.
"Argh! Where is she? Where's the stupid bitch?" I hear him say, "She couldn't have gotten far, spread out!" I hear him shout to Amber,
"I can't find her— Ah!" I hear, he turns around and I immediately appear, I stab him on the side and hit his head against the wall. I run toward Amber and I see Tara fighting her, I grab a crutch and hit her in the back of the head, she turns around. "Wait, wait, wait, wait—! Wait!"
"What?"
"Timeout." She says, catching her breath.
"Okay. I—I could use one too." I agree, both of us catching our breaths. I feel her punch me and tackle me into the couch, I quickly punch her back and I push her onto the glass table, jumping on her and breaking the table and probably a rib. I feel Tara help me up and she directs me into a hiding spot, both of us hiding with one another. Her holding a gun. I remove my mask and kiss her cheek. I hold the mask, wanting to destroy it."I'm gonna go sneak up on Richie." I whisper to her, she nods her head; I go and find Richie, but I'm hiding from him. Taunting him.
Fucker deserves it—
I hear Amber screaming and I peak my head— Gal is on fire, no joke. Oh— PFFT, now that's a sight. I chuck my mask at the fire once Sydney and Gale leave and let the mask burn.
Goodbye, Ghostface and Amber.
***
"...What about... my ending?" Richie asks Sam, Sam glances at us.
"Turn around." I say to Tara,
"Why?"
"This isn't a sight for angels to see." I reply, her smiling and turning around. I cover her eyes for her and she leans into me.
"Here it comes." Sam says, slicing his throat. He gurgles, gagging, before he goes still. Sam stands up, staring at his body— She likes it... I know she does, I can feel the sensation seething off of her.
"Careful, this is normally the time when they come back." Gale warns her, Sam shoots him in both shoulders then the head.
"Thatta girl." I hear Sidney say, we hear a scream and I see Amber approaching us, raising a knife. I go to attack her but hear two shots and her body falls to the ground. I look, seeing Tara.
"I still prefer the Babadook." I hear Tara say, I smile softly but when I look down, I'm... sad.
"Oh, Amber..." I begin, "I really am gonna miss you." I whisper to her, "Rest... I... I'll miss you." I say to her, kissing her head before standing up and we all head outside, police and paramedics come in. I see Mindy and Chad rolling out. "Mindy! Chad!" I say, happily, limping toward them. "I'm so happy you two are alive!" I say, excitedly, "Rest up! We'll meet you at the hospital." I say, smiling at the two.
"Ma'am, we're gonna need you back on the stroller." A paramedic says,
"Oh, sorry, yeah." I reply, getting on the stroller and sitting down. They strap me in and we all make our way to the hospital. Sadly, no friend joined me so I had no one to talk too. I wish Amber wasn't a killer so she could comfort me.
I really am gonna miss her...
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