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Ethan x Reader with the prompt “I like my shirt on you” it could be where Tara asked the group to meet at the apartment and reader arrives in Ethan’s clothes

better in my eyes

summary: the group needs to discuss the recent events, and you want more comfortable clothed to wear.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: f!reader, scream vi spoilers, mentions of murder and blood, murder of friends, cussing, mentions of death of loved ones, lmk if I missed any :)

a/n: surprise I’m alive :) I kinda hate this tbh but still wanted to post it, also working on multiple other pieces that I’m excited for. Requests are open :)

did not proofread!!

You had changed out of your costume from the Halloween party, not wanting to look like a walking discoball with all the glitter everywhere. Tara had gone back to the apartment, still furious at Sam’s interference at the party. You had gone back with Ethan to his and Chad’s apartment, wanting to give Tara a bit of space.

You both walk in and go to his room, Ethan taking off his cardboard costume and tossing to the corner for the trash later. Ethan’s room was fairly simplistic, mainly consisting of textbooks on his desk and a few posters on the walls.

You stood on the rug by his bed, playing with your fingernails and looking around the room you’ve been in many times before. You notice how the bed is neatly made, nearly no creases in the sheets, how the nightstand doesn’t have much dust on it.

He looks back at you, standing by his closet. He raises an eyebrow.

“You alright?” He smiles, turning to face you.

“Yeah, just don’t wanna make it look like a glitter bomb went off in here, well, even more than it already does.” You say and glance down at the now shiny rug below your feet,

You hear him laugh across the room and the sound of the closet door opening, looking up to see him scanning through his clothes. He eventually grabs a shirt and looks over at you, waiting for a silent look of approval.

“I do have clothes here that I can just wear, Eth” you say pointing to the second drawer in his dresser.

He begins to intercept, but you beat him to it.

“But I won’t say no to wearing your clothes.”

You tilt your head a bit and smile, and he grins back. He laughs, coming closer to you and you notice how close his face is.

“I’m glad you enjoy wearing them.”

He says with a smirk. You glance at his shirt you have on and back to him. The goofy grin across his face is infectious, your smile mirroring his as he holds up a light blue oversized t-shirt, offering it to you.

"Think this will be alright?" he asks.

“Perfect.” You reply.

"Good." He slips the shirt over your head, and it falls down your body perfectly, the fabric hugging your petite frame.

“I like my shirt on you, looks cute.” He said as he smirked.

The blue fabric is in stark contrast to your golden-tanned skin, and you look absolutely stunning when the shirt falls just below your waist. Not to mention that it brought out the gorgeous curves of your body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” You say as you snap next to his ear and laugh.

"Not my fault you look pretty in it." He chuckles and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow playfully. You grin at Ethan, and he gives you a knowing look, his arms wrapping around your tiny frame, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Come on, we’ve gotta head to Tara’s or she’s gonna freak thinking we’ve been killed.” You laugh and look up at him.

“Fine, fine." He reluctantly lets you go. He grins and then walks over to the door, gesturing for you to follow, his hand outstretched towards you.

You two arrive at Tara’s apartment, knocking a few times before walking in. You see Mindy accompanied by Anika laying on the couch, Quinn on the other end of the sofa, and Chad leaning against the wall, facing the group, also hearing Sam and Tara arguing in the kitchen about the event of the party and their opposing opinions. Ethan sits in the armchair across from the couch, and you sit on the arm of it. He gives you a look, questioning why you’re not sitting with him. You glance back at Ethan, who is giving you a confused look, curious as to why you chose to sit on the arm instead.

"You want to come here?" Ethan whispers. He gestures to the spot next to him, and you take a seat, Ethan gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him.

“Settle down, love birds,” Mindy says as she notices your new location.

“Don’t you have your own clothes, kid?”

She also adds, noticing the larger shirt you’re wearing.

“I'll have you know, I do." You respond jokingly, "I just thought that this looked a bit better on me." Ethan chuckles softly at your response as Sam responds to Tara.

Your eyes flick towards the kitchen briefly, the argument getting louder from the kitchen, the tension between the two of them palpable even from the other room. Sam yells something, and then Tara responds, her voice dripping with vitriol.

As soon as Tara and Sam walk into the living room, Sam notices that you two are watching the news about Ghostface's victims, recognizing the names said by the reporter. Then Sam’s phone rang.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan says giving you a confused look.

“It’s a whole thing” you say with a slight sigh.

"It's a whole thing?" Ethan asks, his confusion increasing with each word that you say. "Can you...explain it to me later?" He adds, wondering what type of whole thing the phone call had caused.

You nod, accompanied with another sigh as one of your hands goes through his hair. Quinn had called her dad, the head sheriff of the NYPD, who now wanted to talk to Sam. You looked down at your fingernails, drifting off in your own mind about another possible ghostface arising. The last one left you pretty scarred, both physically and mentally, losing some people you’ve known for years, like Wes, Amber, Dewey.

As you look back up at Ethan, noticing his eyes wandering, you can't help but smirk.

“Looking at something?" You say playfully, and Ethan is caught off guard, turning away and clearing the nervous look off his face.

“Hm?" Ethan grins sheepishly, turning back to face you, his eyes once again falling to your smooth curves that were accentuated with his shirt. That look on his face makes you smile, knowing that he loves when you wears his clothes, one of the many ways you two express your feelings for one another.

“Eyes up, buddy” You tease, and he lets out a quiet laugh.

Sam and Tara end up leaving, Detective Bailey needing them down at the police station. The rest of the group looks around, all secretly having a slight worry for what this case is going to bring. Chad takes on the situation, attempting to lighten the mood.

“How about a movie, huh? A nice comedy?”

He says reaching for the remote. You all silently agree, turning your attention to the screen. As you watch the opening scene, you feel Ethan’s hand creep up your abdomen. You look to his hand and then his face, seeing a playful smirk evident. You put your hand over his, lightly squeezing it, which was your silent way of saying “I love you.” You kissed his cheek before putting your attention back on the film. You both have a smile on your face, enjoying the moment with your friends without worrying about a ghostface to watch for at that moment.

#ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream vi #ghostface #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion

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indianamgc11 · 4 months

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“makes me want to wreck you.” from the prompt list woth ethan landry 😇

eyes on you

a/n: hello! i wrote this with the intent of making a pt. 2, so lmk if you would be interested in that :)

warnings: cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol, touching, mentions of blood and the tiniest bit of violence, fighting, implications of sex, talking of body parts, ethan x f!reader (lmk if i missed any)

word count: 2,665

summary: reader and the group attend the frat party, but ethan and reader have their eyes, and minds, set on something else.

You never have really been a fan of parties, let alone frat college parties. But Chad had convinced you to go along anyways, saying you needed to “get out more.”

“C’mon! It’ll be fun! Maybe you could find a piece of eye candy to snack on.”

He laughs at his own comment and flexed his muscles in the air, jokingly referencing to himself, earning a playful eye roll and a sigh from you.

“Fine, I’ll go, just don’t try to find somebody for me, that didn’t go too well last time.”

You remember back to the last party you went to with the friend group, where Chad attempted to hook you up with a guy who ended up being some 30-year old freak who passed by the party scene, thinking he could get away with a girl or two. Chad ended up getting into a fist fight with the creep, leaving himself with bloodied knuckles and a red slap mark on his face, and the guy with a broken nose and a black eye. That was the last party you had gone too.

But you wanted to try again, seeing that you wanted to join this sorority with Tara for a bit, and figured that a party would be a good start (hopefully).

It was later in the day and you were getting ready with Tara in her room. Her, Sam, and Quinn were your roommates, and Sam wasn’t too fond of the “social gathering” that Chad had been talking about. She’s been very paranoid about letting Tara go out alone, or to any crowded event, since the recent Ghostface killings in your hometown of Woodsboro, California the previous year. Even with Chad saying him and the remaining friend group would be going, Sam still turned the idea down. Nevertheless, you and Tara still planned to go to the OKB party, you currently adding lavender body glitter to yourself while Tara was finishing pulling her hair up.

Tara is dressed as a pirate, while you were dressed as a fairy, sort of. Having a shimmery cropped top with feathers around the edge of the upper half, and a glittery skirt to go with it. It wasn’t a kiddy costume, but wasn’t an attempt to pick up any guys, they’d all be drunk or high anyways.

Quinn was, occupied, in her room with some guy you both didn’t know, so she definitely wasn’t going with you two. Instead she was going to cover for you both if Sam questioned your absences when she got home.

You both turn your lights off and shut your bedroom doors before leaving (so Sam might think you were sleeping), then shut the front door and started heading downstairs. Neither of you spoke a word, the only sounds to be heard were from your shoes hitting the floor and the air conditioning in the building. You did this just in case you ran into Sam, which was unlikely, but just for good measure. You make it out of the apartment building and join your group of friends, walking down the busy streets of New York. The sidewalks of the roads, and now the campus, are quite crowded, seeing various costumes on many bodies, including many Ghostfaces. You’re bumped out of your observations, literally, when you see a familiar face.

“Hey, Jason!” Tara says, glad to see her friend.

“Are you and Greg coming to the OKB party?” You ask him as you and Tara both stop to talk with him briefly, pointing behind you.

“Yeah, if he ever finishes his Spanish project.” Jason responds.

He continues to talk with Tara rather than you and asks if Sam would be there, seeming to take an interest to her. They finish conversing and you catch up with your group. You make it to the house, lit up with flashing lights, tables holding many plastic red cups and bottles of beer with lots of people around. You walk inside and are immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and many lit joints, which isn’t very surprising. You lose the friend group you arrived with, being left with Tara. It’s hard to hear nearly anything except for the loud bass of the music, and clips of conversations from everywhere you go. A course someone is taking, how Subway messed up their sandwich, or just plain horny college students at a poor attempt to start something up. But seriously, get a room.

“I’m gonna go find Chad”

You say to Tara, but end up nearly yelling for her to hear you, needing to repeat yourself. She gives you a thumbs up before you both wander off. You eventually see Mindy and her girlfriend, Anika, on a couch on the opposite side of the room. Anika has a pumpkin cropped shirt on with some blue flared jeans and a bucket hat, her legs over Mindy, who was dressed simply, but you could tell she was going for a simple costume look. You just couldn’t squint your eyes enough to see the same on the corner of her shirt. Your eyes lead you to Chad, who was without a shirt, but had a large cowboy hat, jeans, boots, and an obnoxious cowboy belt. Next to him stood his roommate, Ethan Landry.

Ethan was newer to the group, not always around but still present. You’ve known him for about 6 months, and within those 6 months slight came feelings for him. He was cute, really cute, having fluffy, curly black hair, plump lips, and eyes that could break your soul. You’ve always wondered how he doesn’t have any girls going after him. I mean, why wouldn’t they? He was also a typical nerdy guy. Being cute and a little dorky you thought was the perfect combination.

You walk over to the pair and see them both take a shot, but Ethan spit his back out into his shot glass. The guy wasn’t a fan of drinking, either.

“Hey cool kids”

You say to them sarcastically referring to their costumes, specifically Ethan. He smiles at you.

“Hey, y/n/n, you did come! I’ll bet you’re glad you did, huh?”

Chad says, nudging you with his elbow. You shrug your shoulders at the scene, looking around to the same wildness you saw before.

“Eh. It’s more of your scene definitely.” You shouted.

You look back to Ethan and scan him up and down, eyebrows knitting together, forming a guess in your head as to what he’s dressed as.

“I’m a knight from Murder Party.”

He says lightly to you, having that no one has been correct when seeing his cardboard costume. You nod your head and make an “ah” shape with your mouth. He then leans in so he can hear you better, and vise versa.

“A fairy? That’s not really what I thought you would go for,” He says closer to you.

“It’s what I got on short notice. Better than that stupid attempt at a sexy nurse or something. Also surprised that you got that.” You shrug.

Chad disagrees with the statement, but you nudge him in the side. You notice Ethan’s eyes linger on you every moment or so. Not to say you didn’t either. You never really noticed it, but the guy had muscles. He was wearing a plain long sleeve blue shirt underneath the cardboard, and even in the dark, his arms were defined.

It was hot. He was hot.

But that’s not something you would ever admit. Nobody had a clue, not even Tara, that you had a developing crush for Ethan. But you couldn’t help it. You were around him a lot of the time, and your eyes could just never seem to look somewhere else. Like at another guy.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when Anika approaches you three.

“Big guy. You’re needed.”

Chad glanced at you with quick worry along with Ethan, as you three follow Anika to the scene of some older looking guy dragging Tara up the stairs, mumbling something to her. You and Ethan make your way through the people gathering around to see what’s going on. Chad approaches the guy with a fake smile on.

“Hey pal. No private tours for this one, mkay?”

“Sorry bro, didn’t catch that.” The guy, Frankie, says, clearly drunk. His eyes were slightly glossy and his speech was slurred together, his eyelids drooping a little as well.

“Yeah, bro, you did. Tara’s good down here.” Chad says irritated.

Tara chimes in saying she wants to, followed by Frankie drunkenly agreeing with her and began dragging her by the arm upstairs, Tara’s expression turning from happy to discomfort, a tinge of fear evident. Chad grabs Frankie by his shirt and yanks him to ground level. Ethan quickly put his hand around your arm and pulled you back a little. You’re a bit surprised at his action but don’t try to pull away, leaning back to him. His fingertips were warm on your arm and his hands were soft. And you never realized how large his hands were. Pushing you once again from your thoughts, before Chad can show the guy, Sam comes in out of nowhere.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, I’m just gonna taze you in the balls real quick.”

She then electrified Frankie and he fell to the floor screaming at Sam.

“Fucking bitch!” Frankie screams while groaning in agony.

Tara immediately storms through the crowd and out the door, mortified and angry. You glance behind at Ethan, then to Chad, seeing his face confused as to what all just happened, then you all follow suite to Tara and Sam.

You catch up, yet keeping your distance to the sisters as you hear them arguing, Tara fuming and unpleased. You all stop behind the two and witness the argument, eyes going back and forth from one girl to the other.

“That guy was an asshole and he was gonna take advantage of you-“ Sam starts but Tara cuts her off.

“So? If I wanna hook up with an asshole that my decision. My decision! You’re out of my life for five years and now you can’t leave me alone for five minutes!” Tara’s voice gets higher as she gets more agitated just talking about Sam’s actions recently.

“See why I don’t live with them? I love them, but the drama.” Mindy whispers to you, Ethan, and Anika. You purse your lips and look at Mindy.

“Sorry” Mindy whispers back, averting her eyes and stepping back to Anika.

Ethan leans down to your ear,

“Is it this bad all the time?” He questioned in a curious tone.

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no.”

Sam and Tara bicker quite often. Quinn has never been to bothered by it, usually doing other things, but you on the other hand, are always around to hear them. Occasionally you’ll go over to Mindy and Anika’s, but if they’re busy then you’ll go stay with Chad and Ethan. They normally know what it is when one of them opens the door to see you standing there with a pillow in your hand. Not that it’s a big deal, sometimes you just do it to spend more time with Ethan.

Usually you and Ethan would end up playing cards, study, or even watch a movie until you both fell asleep. You also used to just sleep on the couch, but Ethan has recently let you sleep in his bed while he either takes the couch or the floor. You refused at first, saying it wasn’t necessary, by the boy wouldn’t take no for an answer.

In the mornings it was Ethan who was up first, stretching and checking the time on his watch set on the nightstand. He was careful not to wake you, seeing as you were still sound asleep with the blankets all about. One leg would be over the covers while the other was under, you turned on your side and face against the pillow. One thing that Ethan noticed as well, was how you still looked perfect to him even after turning around all night. Your tank top accentuating your curves well, also being enough to where your cleavage would show a little. But Ethan wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact he got a little aroused by the simple sight of you a few times. But you also chose to wear that to bed, so maybe Ethan’s eyes might linger a little longer. Exactly how you intended.

What wakes you up is the closing of his bedroom door, leaving you alone to sleep for a bit. You sit up and stretch, feeling the warm sunlight through the cracks of the shut blinds. You swing your legs over to the floor and walk towards the door to the kitchen. You see Ethan, who is currently sipping a cup of coffee while reading his Econ textbook. His hair is quite fluffy and his eyes are intently focused on the schoolbook in front of him. When the cup moved away from his lips, they move against each other to savor the taste of the caffeine. He doesn’t even notice you standing there until you say something.

“Econ? Really?” You express as you walk over to sit with him.

He sets his mug down, giving a slight laugh and smile at your comment.

“I have an exam in two days, I can’t risk anything.”

You smile and shake your head, still loving the smart boy in front of you, even if he willingly reads from a textbook in his weekend free time.

You don’t notice it at first, but your eyes don’t leave him. He looks up at you before you can look away. He raises an eyebrow at you and smiles with the left of his mouth.

It stays silent for a while as you hold your coffee and take a sip, the steam still visibly coming from the caffeinated drink. Not many sounds are heard except the flipping of the textbook pages and the honks of cars from NY traffic.

You eventually finish your coffee and get up to refill it, knowing you have many lectures that day. You walk over to the machine and start to pour the liquid in the mug. You place the pot back in its place and then around, only to be met with Ethan’s tall frame facing you. You nearly shriek from the startle.

“Ethan! Why would you scare me like that?”

You say as you exhale and hold a hand over your chest, the other leaning against the countertop behind you.

Ethan doesn’t say a single word. He just continues to watch you, his eyes scanning over your figure.

“Eth? You alright?” You hesitated.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine,” he nods and bits his lip a bit.

You then feel his hand snaking on your waist, slowly pulling you towards his.

“Last night, at the party..” He begins slowly.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, you know.”

His voice is deep. He sounds like a sexy villain in a movie, almost. Why is he acting like this?

You can feel his breath on you.

“How could I not? Even going for a simple costume, I couldn’t look away..” He trails off.

You were now flush against him. Your mouth felt dry and you needed to clear your throat but didn’t want to ruin the silence. You felt your heartbeat quicken, your stomach whirl.

It felt good.

Ethan’s eyes were still on yours, burning with something. A passion. Something you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but so badly wanted to. His fingertips slightly squeezed your hip, his other hand to your side on the countertop. His arms were tanned, flexing from his hand slightly moving. His nostrils flared a bit with every breath out, his lips pursed a little bit.

He leaned closer to your ear, your eyes following him until they couldn’t anymore. Barely above a whisper, he muttered a phrase that made your heart beat everywhere, your palms sweaty.

“Really makes me want to wreck you.”

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #jack champion #scream 6 #nyc

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