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my sea urchin splat sona and his shrimp and sea slug friends... she goes by eef and gets really agitated when someone calls him ethan because HES not ethan, hes ethans FAN
#splatoon 3#splatsona#yes his name is legally ethan fan#ITS A COOL NAME!#NEVER call him ethan for short though#he will start attacking people#numbah one splat roller user...#thats a lie#im so bad#which means hes also so bad#HELPP#my gameplay is humiliating dont look at me
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Love Language — ethan landry
Description: You regularly hugged all of your friends besides Ethan. He wonders why.
Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader
Warnings: reader is shorter than ethan, some teasing, confessions, no ghostface, mention of a dead childhood pet once, lmk if theres anything i should add !!
Word Count: 2.6k
Author’s note: is this very specific to me? yes.
BLACKMORE UNIVERSITY, FRESHMAN YEAR
When Ethan first met you, he thought you and Chad were dating.
The first time he met Chad’s friend group and inevitably became a part of it, there was talk amongst them of a link in their friendships currently studying a semester abroad, which he quickly found was you. They talked greatly of you, and Chad said you’d known them since freshman year of highschool besides Sam. The Woodsboro murders only brought you five closer together.
Safe to say Ethan had quite high expectations. There were photos he’d seen, and you were…attractive, to say the least. (If Ethan was honest, he’d say hot.) And by the way everyone talked about you like you were an angel, he wasn’t actually expecting you to be the closest thing to a deity he’d ever seen—but he was proven wrong.
You were introduced when you finally came back for the spring semester, and Quinn teased him afterward for being reduced to a bumbling idiot at the mere sight of you. (It was even worse when you talked to him.)
But after a week or so, your intimidation levels went down significantly. You weren’t just an angel by looks, you were an angel by character. Even if Ethan hadn’t known you for long, the thing that stood out most was your compassion. How you cared so deeply for others that it only inspired those around you, including him.
What made him contemplate your relationship with Chad were the hugs.
Ethan was there when they picked you up at the airport. You hugged your friends from Woodsboro and Anika (since you’d known her over Facetime), then waved an awkward introduction with Ethan as he desperately tried not to stutter out his name.
He thought, okay, that was normal. Hugging your friends you hadn’t seen in a long time.
But as time progressed he noticed that every time he happened to see you, either on campus or when some of them would grab a bite to eat and you were invited, you would always be hugging Chad.
Ethan’s data was only gathered during this short week after you arrived, and he realized he was completely wrong when he began to hang out more with the rest of the group, not just Chad.
You hugged everybody.
He put it together when he spotted you at a popular lunch spot with Tara, embracing her for a good minute or so. He also went to Quinn’s place of residence which happened to also be the Carpenter sisters’, and Sam was holding you in the kitchen while something was cooking.
He started noticing it every single time. There was Mindy and Anika, who you drunkenly hugged at a lame party (in which he’d never admit that he attended just to see you), then Quinn at some point when he ran into both of you on campus.
Throughout the next few weeks, he accepted that it was just your way of showing you loved your friends. And he wasn’t close to you yet, but he was looking forward to the day he would be.
SOPHOMORE YEAR
The diner a few blocks from your place became familiar with you and your friends constantly hanging out there, and even if it could get rowdy, the staff couldn’t help but appreciate that you all tipped well despite being college students.
Ethan didn’t put much thought into the hugs a year into knowing you, his thoughts were replaced by how much you spent time with him. You asked him to hang out. You texted him. You even did study calls over discord, and you’d be able to hear Chad teasing him in the background and you always laughed it off.
Soon enough, you consumed every corner of his mind, and every good thing he saw would come back to you. He saw the moon come out every night and was reminded of how much you loved it. Whenever he encountered a stray cat, he thought about stories you told of your childhood cat, a picture of her still in your wallet though she died years ago. At a store, he would remind himself to grab the chips you liked.
You occupied places in his psyche so much that it felt like he was drunk on you. He guessed that’s why he forgot about the hugs pretty quickly.
At least, he forgot about them until you were at the diner with him, Chad, and Tara. They were always the most available, often down to do whatever when you’d text to the groupchat if anyone was free.
Chad was frowning at his phone, brows furrowed.
You were sitting across from him, next to Ethan, when you noticed.
“What’s wrong, C?” You inquired, putting a piece of fry dipped in milkshake in your mouth.
Ethan was focused on his milkshake, and how you occasionally would dip your fries in—without double dipping, of course—it made his heart flutter even if it was the simplest of actions. The domesticity of it. He may as well be your boyfriend, he fantasized.
“This quiz is wrong.” Chad scowled.
Tara, right next to him, peeped at his screen. She laughed. “Why are you taking this?”
Chad shrugged exaggeratedly, almost reminiscent of a moody kid. “I was watching this video essay about love languages last night, so I got curious.”
You smiled, taking in the context. “Did you do a quiz on what your love language is?”
He nodded.
“Can I see?”
He handed you his phone, and it read Physical Touch. Ethan scooted closer next to you to read it and you tried to ignore the faster beat of your heart when you thighs began to touch.
“Y’know what? It’s kinda right,” Tara chimed in.
“Really?” Her boyfriend turned to her.
“You have your hand on my thigh right now.” She chuckled, a soft sound as she leaned in closer to him.
Reading further, it also said Words of Affirmation was a close second.
Ethan finally spoke, “You should listen to your girlfriend, Chad.”
You handed the phone to Tara when she motioned for it. “Words of affirmation also seems right,” she added.
“Seriously?” Chad asked, his tone lifting to showcase disbelief. “Does everybody know this but me?”
Ethan pulled a memory from his brain. “You always hype me up at parties. Remember when you kept calling me a snack at that Halloween party last year?”
His roommate gave it a moment, then responded, “Alright, fine. I guess you’re right.” He looked to Tara with an unsaid question that only she knew how to read. A question that was ‘are they actually right?’
“Well, I can’t exactly say it at the table.” She said it teasingly at Chad, but with a lilting tone that told you it was, to say the least, inappropriate.
Ethan put a hand on his face, “Please have some decorum, guys.”
“Yeah, come on.” You joked. “I’ve had enough of you two lovebirds.“
Chad glanced at you, feigning offence. “Don’t act like you’re not the same!”
“Woah, woah—“ You interrupted. “With whom?“
He pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes going to Ethan, who had a panicked look.
“What? What makes you think that? Why are you looking at me?” Ethan said a tad too quickly which made Tara almost snort.
“Let’s not…” You shook your head slowly, “start this.”
Now, what did you mean by that? Ethan thought.
Chad shrugged. “What about you, roomie? What’s your love language?” He asked, moving away from the subject of you and Ethan which you were eternally grateful for. But the question still plagued Ethan, unbeknownst to you.
“Um…” He thought for a second. “What are the love languages?” He asked when he realized he didn’t actually know the other ones.
“I think yours is acts of service,” You interjected. You were looking him up and down, as if you were scanning him for something. He couldn’t help but almost cower under your wandering eyes, but he stood his ground, a mental battle inside his head of which you were completely unaware.
“Is it?”
“Yeah,” Tara agreed. “Yeah.” She reiterated, more sure of it.
“Listen to your partner in crime, roomie.” Chad smirked.
You tilted your head at the partner in crime part, you’d never heard yourself be referred to with that regarding Ethan. Not that you minded.
Ethan shot him a very stern look, as if they had a silent conversation. (To your obliviousness, it was because Ethan referred to you as his partner in crime to Chad a few days ago, giving his roommate more ammo to use.)
“Why do you guys think it’s acts of service?” Ethan shifted the topic back.
“Well,” you began. “You always bring me chips when you come back from a store.”
“He only does that to you, though.” Tara said.
“Does he?” You turned to him for an answer.
“Well—I do stuff for other people too.”
“Like what?”
“I do the dishes at our house. I mop the floor, I do stats homework for Anika.”
“That’s all true,” Chad agreed. “Okay, so yours is acts of service. Y/N, what about you?”
“Definitely physical touch.” Tara nodded, certain of it.
“Oh, for sure, for sure.” Her boyfriend concurred.
“Wait, what makes you guys so sure?” You smiled regardless of your questioning tone, appreciative of the way your friends paid attention to your actions.
“Do we even have to start?” Tara asked, “The hugs?”
“Yeah, you’ve been doing it since high school.”
“Within two days of knowing me, you hugged me in Ms. Thompson’s class,” She added.
“Okay, you’re right, but—“ You started.
“What else could there be?” Chad interrupted.
It was then that a quiet voice piped up from next to you, so quiet a whisper you could’ve missed it if the diner weren’t empty. “You’ve never hugged me.”
Ethan sounded so dejected, so…defeated?
It broke your heart.
He regretted it even before he said it, and judging from everyone’s faces apparently he needed to rid himself of the habit of saying things out of turn.
Tara’s eyes were a little wide, while Chad puffed air from his mouth.
He refused to look at you.
“Never—nevermind,” He waved it off.
“I was just getting to that,” You furthered. “My love language is different for certain people!” You exclaimed.
“Is it?” Tara questioned, eyes narrowing. (You’d realize later how much of a bait this was.)
“For you guys, I’ve known you for a while so I’m comfortable touching you.”
Chad had the same expression as his girlfriend, “But you do the same to Anika and Quinn.”
It dawned on Ethan that they were pretty much backing you both into a corner. “Guys—“
“But—that’s—that’s different,” you insisted.
A long pause. Nobody could decide if it was awkward.
“…Is it?” Ethan finally spoke, a piece of courage in exchange for dignity. He needed the answer.
You fidgeted in your seat, not knowing how to say it. But you wanted to, badly. The answer was etched into your bones, weaved into your DNA.
“Fine,” you shrugged. “Wanna know the truth? I was going to say, before you interrupted me, that my love language changes when it’s romantic, okay?”
The answer was Ethan.
You didn’t know what was going to happen next. At this point, your heart was in your feet and you’ve scooted away from Ethan.
He was breathing shallowly as if he’d just ran a marathon. “Can you…elaborate?”
You took a deep breath, “Do you seriously not know?”
He shook his head.
Then you did something he never expected.
You reached for his arm and guided him out of the booth, heading for the door and ignoring your friends’ looks when you exited the diner.
Chad and Tara were left to anticipate.
Right outside of the dimly lit diner, on sidewalk, you positioned yourself right in front of him.
You stared right into his brown doe eyes, and hugged him. You put your arms around his torso, under his arms, your head on his upper chest.
It took him a good second to reciprocate, but it was worth it. The warmth that radiated from his touch was one you never forgot, even if you couldn’t feel it again for a thousand years. (But you’d never let that happen.)
You were hugging him because you couldn’t face him while you said what you were about to say.
“I don’t hug you because if I did, it would mean different.” Your voice was muffled by his jacket. “I don’t love you the way I love my friends.”
With your head where it was, you felt his breath hitch. “What—what do you mean?”
You laughed, and Ethan revelled in the rumble of your joy in his chest.
“I mean…I spend my time with you differently because I love you differently. I hug my friends, but I spend time with you, because I…”
He didn’t know if he had the strength to keep himself upright.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
He was silent.
“And—and you don’t have to even…feel the same, but I didn’t want you to wonder if I loved you or not because I couldn’t let me being scared take that from you. Because you deserve to know. I think.”
Your voice was so unstable that it tapered off by the end, as quiet as Ethan was.
His embrace tightened, trying to pull you closer. He leaned down and put his head on your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’d say that—that I don’t have to feel the same.”
Now he felt your breath hitch.
He continued, “I think I already loved you when we met. Is that weird?”
You laughed. And he memorized that sound.
“It’s not weird. I think it happened to me too.”
The biggest weight on both of your shoulders were lifted, something you thought wasn’t possible.
He breathed you in, memorizing the edges of your body as you kept talking.
“I’m sorry they kept teasing you because of me. Tara knew, so Chad probably knew, too.”
He pulled away slightly, looking at you.
“I thought they were teasing me because Chad knew.” His eyebrows were pinched, and you put two and two together at the same time.
Your eyes snapped to the window of the diner, seeing Chad and Tara’s heads disappear from the view when they ducked down, trying to avoid you from spotting their peeping. But you saw it anyway.
You focused back on Ethan, and while he was still looking at the window, you put a soft hand on his cheek and guided his head to face you again.
“It was a set up,” He sighed.
“It was.” You nodded.
“Should we be mad?”
“Are you?”
“Not when you’re in my arms.”
You grinned. “Since when did you have game?”
“I have you, don’t I?”
You playfully slapped his arm. “Wanna go back to my place?”
“If I ever say no to that, kill me.”
#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry#ethan landry fluff#scream 6 x reader#scream x reader#scream#scream 6#scream vi#jack champion
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hey queens :) i do not know how i feel about this one, but i had a little urge to write something and this is what i came up with. teehee. so pls let me know your thoughts! i’m also thinking about writing a little smutty fic about mr. ethan landry, but i’m not that good at smut so we’ll see.
ethan landry x reader
Fuck Ups and Make Ups
“Why do you look so….dead?” You would usually laugh at how blunt Mindy is, but today. Today you were not in a laughing mood. You were having one of the worsts days ever.
“Unfortunately, I’m not dead yet. But! If someone wants to take me out back and shoot me, I would not oppose.” You deadpan.
You watch as Mindy and Anika’s eyes widen, and Tara just looks at you even more confused than before. “Yeah, like your pretty boy would let anyone touch a hair on your head.” Chad states while texting someone. “Seriously though, what’s going on?” He asks as he puts his phone away, letting you know you have his full attention.
“Pretty boy is what’s going on!” You exclaim, slamming your head down on the picnic table. “Huh?”
You say something else, but it’s barely coherent. “Honey, you gotta lift your head up for us to understand you.”
You lift your head up and let out a huff, bringing your knees to your chest, you hug them tight to bring some form of comfort to yourself. “He likes someone else.” If the sadness in your voice wasn’t enough, the sad look on your face was, to make Chad want to get up, find Ethan, and knock some fucking sense into him.
For months. Months, the group has been trying to push Ethan to ask you out. It was so painfully obvious that you both had feelings for one another. And yes, you could ask him out yourself, but you were just too shy. You also didn’t really believe that he could actually like you back. I mean, he was literal perfection in your eyes.
“Why do you think that? Did something happen between you two?” Anika asks, moving from her spot on the ground to sit beside you, wrapping her arms around your body.
“I saw him talking to the new girl, Kennedy, in our sociology class yesterday, and they seemed to really be hitting it off. And then today, instead of sitting beside me, like he always does, he sat by her. I tried to talk to him after class, but he said he was busy and couldn’t talk to me right now and then rushed to catch up with Kennedy.” At this point you had a few tears fall. You were heartbroken by your pretty boy.
“I saw them together too! At our coffee spot, at our table. Like, why would he do that?” You let your head fall to Anika’s shoulder, and she places a chaste kiss to your head. “Why don’t we find out right now? Cause he’s on his way over here.” But before you could turn to look, Chad jumps up to block your view, and you feel Anika push your head back down to her shoulder.
“What’s up guys? I saw your text about Y/N, is she okay?” And for a few seconds, you felt relief. Relief that he did still care. Until you heard her. “Yeah, we had to cut our date short, so Ethan could play therapist.”
“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You could hear the bite in Chads tone. “Oh! I’m Kennedy. Ethan’s told me all about you guys. You must be the condescending alpha. It’s Chad, right?” If you could have seen Ethan’s face, you would have laughed. “Wait- I never said that.” Kennedy looks up at Ethan, fluttering her eyelashes and pouts her lips. “I’m just teasing E!” E? She’s known Ethan for two days and is already calling him by E?
“Can we go now? I’m sure whatever her name is can figure her shit out without you.” Your eyes only widen more. “Ethan, I really think you should talk to Y/N first.” Chad was almost begging Ethan not to leave with Kennedy. There’s a pregnant pause, but you couldn’t see what was going on due to Chad blocking your figure.
“Y/N’s an adult, she can’t rely on me for everything.” Ethan’s words hit you right in the chest. It hurt. It hurt so bad, you couldn’t breathe. Mindy noticed the state you were in and knew you couldn’t talk to Ethan right now. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” She says as she stands up next to Chad.
“My problem is all of you! You’re all just pissed at me because I’m with someone who’s not Y/N. For months, you have all been on my dick about my feelings for her and how i need to man up and just tell her how I feel, how I need to go ahead and ask her out before it’s too late, but have you ever thought that I don’t fucking want to?” He was digging himself into a hole. He didn’t mean that, not at all. But to you it didn’t matter. He said what he said, and you heard all of it.
“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. Because I never want to see you again.” Ethan’s face pales when he finally notices you there. The fact that he just said all of that in front of you, makes him want someone to take him out back and shoot him. “Wait! Y/N, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”
You almost laugh, and you would have if it weren’t for the doleful feeling in your chest and the tears falling from your eyes. “Leave her alone, man. You’ve said enough.” Chad places a firm hand on Ethan’s chest, stopping him from going after you. “I hope you’re happy. Cause you just lost the person who cares most about you in this world.” Tara’s words hit Ethan hard. He knew they were true, but it still hurt nonetheless.
But there was no way he was gonna let you go, not without fighting for you.
———
It had been two weeks. Two very long, sad weeks. Ethan was a mess, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He still texted you every morning right when he woke up, and every night before he fell asleep. And every time, you would read his message, but never responded.
He hated himself for making you cry, and the look on your face is one he would never forget.
It was also hard for your friends to see how this effected the both of you. You barely left your bed. Only really leaving for classes. The one time you did leave for something other than that, was when Tara and Chad literally dragged you out of your room for a movie night.
Mindy told you that you were better off anyway, but she didn’t know Ethan like you did. You weren’t better off, and there were so many times you almost called him. Just to hear his voice, because it was the only thing that calmed you down after one of your night terrors. They had been more frequent as of late, probably to do with the fact you didn’t have your pretty boy anymore.
But, you never called. You never responded to any of his messages either. The words he spoke all those weeks ago, hurt you more than when Amber stood over your body, thinking she had killed you after her brutal attack.
And here you are now, sitting in front of your friends, who somehow convinced you to have a study picnic with them. They’ve barely looked at their textbooks and notes, too concerned about you to pay them any attention. You haven’t spoken barely a full sentence the whole time you’ve been with them, you have bags under your eyes, and you just don’t seem as glowy as you usually do. You looked exhausted.
“Staring me down won’t make you guys any more prepared for these exams coming up.” You state, not even bothering to look up from your notes. “We’re just worried about you Y/N/N. You just aren’t acting like yourself.” Anika’s voice is soft, almost like she’s afraid she’ll scare you off. “I just haven’t been getting enough sleep. I’ll be fine once exams are over with.”
They all knew you were lying. They all knew you were still heartbroken, and they all knew how much you missed your pretty boy.
…Which is why Chad texted him and told him where you were.
Ethan was in class when he got Chads text. Usually his phone would be off, but he’s had it on everyday since your fight just in case you finally texted him back.
“You better fix things with our pretty girl, she’s not okay and I’m only doing this because we all miss seeing her smile. She’s here studying at the quad with us, don’t fuck this up again.”
Ethan was jumping from his seat the second he finished reading the text. Catching a few odd looks from the people around him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted his girl, who was never officially his girl, back.
Everything he thought he was gonna say left his mind as soon as he got to you. You looked absolutely miserable, and when your friends looked up at him, they couldn’t believe how miserable he looked too.
You held your face in your hands as tears of exhaustion fell down your cheeks. You felt like a baby. But you finally hit your breaking point, sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn’t breath and all you wanted was the comfort of Ethan’s arms around you. “Y/N/N? What do you need us to do?” Tara tried to comfort you the best she could, running her hands up and down your arms.
“Can someone please get Ethan? I just really need him right now.” At your words everyone looked up at him with a look of, ‘we will kill you if you don’t fix this.’
He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to you as quick as possible. “I’m already here, angel.” He said softly as he kneeled down beside you. He then slowly removed your hands from your eyes, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and shove your face into his neck.
“I’m gonna take you back to my place, okay?” Ethan could tell you’ve barely slept, and you always said you got the best sleep with him in his bed. “Okay.” You mumble out, before pulling away from the comfort of Ethan’s embrace.
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After bidding your friends goodbye, Ethan grabs your hand in his and doesn’t let go until you’ve made it inside his dorm. His eyes follow your form as you make your way to his room, he had so much he wanted to say to you, but was afraid it wouldn’t be enough.
When you reach his room, you go straight for his closet, wanting to be out of the uncomfortable jeans and crop top. Your hands delicately run across Ethan’s shirts, missing the feeling of the material on your skin. It’s dumb, you think. How a simple piece of clothing can bring you so much comfort, all because of who it belonged to.
“Oh, here! I put your favorite t-shirt away so nothing would happen to it. I’ll be right back.” Ethan hands you the old graphic tee, before going into his adjoined bathroom. You quickly change and sit down on his bed, already feeling the tension leaving your body.
When Ethan returns, he’s also changed into comfier clothes. He’s also holding a pack of makeup wipes, that he always kept there just in case you needed them.
He sits against the headboard, eyes meeting yours before patting his lap, signaling for you to take perch in. “Come here.” He says softly, dark eyes never leaving yours. You tiredly make your way over to him, not really knowing what to expect. But he only opens the pack of make-up wipes and with a touch so soft, you barely feel it, he wipes your ruined makeup off. And even though he’s done this for you a million times before, this time feels so incredibly different.
Ethan thinks he’s somehow fucked up again, as he noticed the slight wobble of your lips, followed by tears gathering in your eyes once again. He drops the wipe, and cups your face instead. You feel the pads of his thumbs wipe your fallen tears and you can’t help but ask, “Why did you say it?”
And he just looks at you. Big brown doe eyes, staring right into your soul.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He gives you a sad smile, rubbing his knuckles against your cheek. “And when I realized how in love with you I actually am, I got scared. And I’m still scared, because if there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s fucking up all the good things I have in my life. It’s not an excuse for how I acted, and I wish I would have just told you how I felt instead of causing all of this. Instead of causing tears to fall down your pretty face.” You could tell by the conviction in his voice he meant every word he said.
“I just-“ He pauses and continues to look at you, waiting for you to reject him. Waiting for you to tell him it’s too late and the damage is done, and there’s no repairing it.
Instead, you lean forward and place a hand on his chest for support, before placing your lips on his.
Ethan stops breathing for a few seconds. He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams. He couldn’t believe that a fuck up like him, got someone like you. And the kiss. The kiss was just how you both imagined it would be. Slow at first, learning the others patterns, but once you figured it out, it became more heated. You could feel the others want, you could feel every ounce of love the two of you had for each other.
After a few more pecks, you pull away. “I’m in love with you too, E.” Ethan’s face lights up, and he just smiles at you. “Does this mean I can officially call you my girlfriend?” You giggle and nod with a smile as big as his. “Yes, pretty boy. You can call me your girlfriend.”
Ethan wraps his arms around you, and moves your body to lay down with him. Your head immediately going to his chest as you feel his fingers run through your hair. “Well I have a lot of making up to do, so to start off, let’s get you to sleep. Because I know you haven’t been sleeping like you should.” “Do I look that awful?” You ask, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.
“No, sweet girl. You look beautiful. But I know you won’t go to anyone else about your night terrors, and your body language is off. Now, just close your eyes and go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Okay.” And for a second it’s completely silent. Ethan thinking you had already fallen asleep places a kiss to your forehead and brings you closer to his chest. “I love you so much.” He whispers, finally closing his tired eyes.
“I love you too.”
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Pizza solves everything ⎸ L.H
pairings: bf! Luke x fem!reader. Platonic!Ethan Edwards and Mark Estapa x reader
Genre: fluff
warnings: angst?,mentions of cheating, stressed reader, exam season
synopsis: Lukes girlfriend gets worked up over finals. Ethan and Mark attempt to make her feel better.
requested?: yes
word count: 3.1k
authors note: I am not from America so i don't know how exams and schooling work over there, i hope this still makes sense.
i gave reader a nickname, 'missy' and will probably use that name for future Luke fics.
You groan as you type on your computer, sitting at your desk with mindless tv playing in the background. You currently live in a tiny apartment with your best friend, Ethan. It's a two bedroom and can only really house two people before feeling cramped. However it is right next to Umich and is far more convenient than living in the dorms.
You only started living with Ethan last year, after your previous roommate moved out and you needed someone to share utilities with. Seeming as though Luke was leaving for New Jersey and Ethan never left your house anyway - it seemed only logical that he started paying rent.
Having a boyfriend in the NHL is both a blessing and a curse, the blessing being the fact that your hot boyfriend is in the NHL and the curse being that everyone else thinks he is hot too.
You never were the jealous type, or at least not before you saw all the girls that crowded Luke when he went to parties. Something in you cringed when you saw how awkward he got when denying girls, it was common that you'd have to step in otherwise that man would have just stood there like a statue the entire encounter. It wasn't like he would ever cheat on you, you were confident that he wouldn't. However when your hair is fitted to a much darker shade then the girls he interacts with, it's hard to not think about him wanting a more ‘conventional’ Hockey Girlfriend.
Luke is always first to tell you he doesn't care about that stuff and you believe him, but when you haven't called him in days, sometimes weeks, it gets less easy to control the unsettling feelings.
Everytime you call with Luke, it's always cut short, whether it’s Ethan banging on your door at 11 o’clock for a ‘late night snack’ or Jack barging in to argue with Luke about something, you never get to talk about what you're really feeling.
Because of the distance and lack of communication, the relationship has been a bit strained, it's not like you could tell if luke felt the same since he's too busy sleeping or playing hockey to communicate that with you. You were so proud of Luke, no doubt about it, however something in you boiled when he only ever mentioned hockey during the ten minute phone calls.
Since the last phone call you had with him, you've only really exchanged small text messages every couple hours. It was upsetting that you couldn't talk to your boyfriend about everything going on but it was also a nice way to get away so you can finish up and focus on all the upcoming exams.
You had your next one tomorrow and really needed to knuckle down and get studying for it. You've managed to get what you needed done for tonight so you thought you'd call Luke for a final call before bed.
After wriggling comfortably against your pillows, you lean against your head board. bringing your phone up close to your ear, you press the dial on luke's contact listening closely to the ringing sound on the other end.
Ring
Ring
Ring
You breathe hitches as you hear Lukes voice on the other end, only this time it was his voicemail. You take one last deep breath before shutting your phone off and sinking into your pillows.
Your phone vibrates on your nightstand and you view a message from your best friend and biggest hater, Ethan.
House rat: the team got too much pizza, if you're still up I can bring you some?
House rat : Silence speaks volumes missy
Pissy missy : no. i'm just asleep
Pissy missy : You're disturbing my slumber
House rat: oh well pizza is good for your soul. Mark is coming too ;)
Pissy missy: Fuck.
You sigh and put your phone back down, wiping your eyes, you sit up against the headboard once again and pull your computer onto your lap, Resuming your place in your essay.
“MISSY COME HERE GIRL” Ethan calls out from the front door, walking towards your room in long strides. He bursts through the door with a box of pizza in his hand and makes his way to sit at the end of your bed, Mark slowly entering behind him. Mark moves to sit further on the bed, next to Ethan, pulling out a piece of pizza from the box.
“How are you?” Mark asks as he stuffs his face with the crust.
You sigh, reaching to rip a piece of pizza from the rest, bringing it up close to your lips
“Been okay, I guess” you take a bite, avoiding eye contact with the two boys in front of you “are you sure? You've seemed a bit distant'' Mark asks “im fine.” you say, taking another big bite of the saucy crust “are you sur-” “I'm fine so quit asking” you yell, adding an edge of venom to your words. Taking the boys by surprise “wow, someones a bit extra pissy tonight” Ethan adds.
That's when something in your throat tightens, you feel yourself bubbling over. You don't understand why, your whole nickname stems from the fact that you get pissy from time to time but it feels like that was the last straw.
Tears begin filling your eyes, vision goes blurry as you feel your cheeks burn up. Sniffles are heard as the boys go silent before you. Tears drip onto the final bite of your pizza.
“Im-sorry-i-just-so-stressed-and-upset-and-luke-hasnt-been-talking-to-me-and-i-miss-him-and-i-think-hes-gonna-breakup-with-me-and-im-just-so-sad-and-i-dont-mean-to-be-mean-but-im-just-so-angry” you hurry through muffled sobs as your eyes go red and your sinuses block up.
“Woah hey hey, Missy i didn't mean to make you upset.” Ethan says , leaning forward to meet your eyes
“Yeah, talk to us..but a bit slower please” Mark says softly, careful to not make you cry again.
You take a deep breath, lifting your head up to see the two young hockey boys worried faces, your lip quivers slightly as you breathe in and out, ready to spill out what has been hurting you.
“I don't know, I'm just so stressed with these exams and I think I'm gonna do fine but I'm just scared.” you start, trying to get one problem out at a time
“I know for a fact that you'll do fine in your exams and assignments” Ethan comforts “yeah! you're like the smartest person i know!”
“Thanks.. It's not just that tho” you say, sniffling a bit as tears continue down your face and onto your swollen lips, the taste of salt sinks into your mouth. The Hockey players stay silent, waiting patiently for you to continue.
“Luke and I haven't really been talking and I think he wants to break up.”
The boys share a knowing glance but say nothing.
“And you know i've seen all the girls jack brings home, the pretty blonde girls i mean what if luke met one of them and they fell in love” you say, growing more and more hysterical as each thought processes through your head.
Logically you new Luke would never cheat but with your emotions running high you couldnt help but think that Luke had fucked the entire female poplutation of new jersey ranging from 18-25 by now.
“And all he every talks about when we do call is stupid fucking hockey” you rise your voice slightly before looking at the boys
“no offence” you add, placing your hands in your lap and finishing your pizza
“ he didn't even answer my call tonight” you finish, the last sentence being muffled as you swallow your food.
To your surprise the boys stay silent and stare at each other with Ethan looking down at his phone then back up at mark then sharing a look back to you.
“OMG SO HE IS GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME” you scream, tears streaming down your face harder
“WHAT NO NO NO” the boys choir, eyes wide.
“Then why are you looking at eachother like that? And who the fuck are you messaging at 12o’clock at night???” you yell pointing towards ethan.
“No-no one” ethan adds, throwing his phone away to the end of the bed.
Mark moves to sit next to you, throwing an awkward arm around you in a comforting embrace
“missy, he's probably not gonna break up with you'' Mark adds
“PROBABLY??” you cry
“NONO he means he is NOT going to break up with you” Ethan interjects, throwing a pointed look at Mark “oh yeah sorry that's what i meant” Mark stuttered
You groan loudly as your head flys back onto your pillows, you bury yourself into your blanket
“Okayyy so you're tired so we're gonna get outta here” Ethan says, dragging the pizza off your bed with Mark sliding off behind him.
“Good night, Missy'' Mark says, patting your head, peeking out slightly
“Good night!!” Ethan yells from the kitchen with a mouthful of pizza.
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You wake up to the blaring sound of your alarm, you look at your phone that reads ‘7 am’ and still you have no response from Luke. You sigh and remove yourself from your bed, making your way towards the shared bathroom you have with Ethan.
You walk down the hall and pass Mark who is sleeping soundly on the couch, you continue walking and stop by Ethan's room, you peer in to see him sprawled out on his bed, keeping note that you should keep quiet as you get ready so you don't wake the two up prematurely.
You take time in your shower to clear your mind, enjoying the warm hug as the water runs down your back and soothes your sore neck. You recite in your head that everything will be okay and to just focus on your exam first, then worry about whatever bullshit Luke is pulling.you finish your shower and get dressed in warm attire. You pair your favourite long sleeve shirt with your fav baggy sweats and continue on with your hair and makeup. Finishing up, you leave the bathroom and are met with the inviting smell of fresh breakfast.
Walking down the hallway you are met with Mark and Ethan who have both woken up and are now stuffing their faces with every breakfast food you own.
“Good morning” you say, giggling slightly
“Morning” Mark says, eyes still drawn to the tv
“Heyy, do you want a bagel?” Ethan asks, walking over towards you “you're gonna need some brain food” he adds
“Maybe not, i'm too nervous to eat right now” you say
“Hmm, are you sure? What about I make you one for later?” he asks
“Maybe next time” you say as you turn on your heels back to your room, rummaging through your cupboard you find a comfy hoodie to throw over your body to keep you warm and toasty throughout your exam. You pack up your bag and walk back out into the kitchen. You return back to your room, retrieving your charging phone.
“Missy, do you need a ride?” Ethan asks
“Nah, the walk will be nice for me, good way to clear my head” you add, walking back out of your room.
You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulders
“Thank you by the way, for last night” you add looking back towards Ethan and Mark
“No problemo, i'm sure you'll feel better soon” Mark says, turning his head to give you a cheeky wink
You giggle a bit as You look back at ethan confusion still evident in your face
“Don't listen to him, he's weird” Ethan adds as he walks towards you to give you a pat on the back “you'll do great”
“Thank you” you say as you move out the door and towards school.
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The timer blares through the room as everyone stands , making their way towards the teachers desk to send off their papers. You sit there for a minute, staring down at your paper, revising everything you wrote down. The girl beside you nudges you out of your trance as she waits for you to stand up and hand you paper i with her. All you can do is quietly walk your way down the daring stares that lead to the front of the class. You hand in your work with a deep breath and make your way back to your previous seat, ready to go home and eat your feelings.
“How do you think you went?” the girl beside you asks as you both walk out of the room,
“Um i think i did okay, passable i hope” you responde
“I'm sure you did great, you wrote a lot more than i did”
“Hmm how do you think you went?” you ask
“Good.. i hope”
“You did good, i know it”
“Thanks, missy. I was gonna ask before but how's everything going with Luke? Are you gonna see him soon?” she asks
“Maybe, idk. We haven't been talking too much recently”
“Aww thats a shame well i hope all goes well”
“Yeah, thanks”
“Bye missy” she exits the conversation, making her way over to her next class
“Bye” you add, thankful that this was the only class you had scheduled for the day.
The walk home was calming , the cold breeze blowing on your face created a refreshing cooling to your hot body as you walked through the campus, passing a couple friends and saying hi briefly before separating.
You make your way to your apartment, trudging up the stairs in a final burst of energy. Unlocking the door you walk into your heated apartment, looking down as you remove your bag, take off your hoodie and hang your keys up, not making note of the tall figure sitting on the bar stools next to your kitchen.
You turn around and are met with Luke - your boyfriend. The man who you love. The man who's been ignoring you.
“Hey baby” he says, standing up to walk towards you
You take a step back, anger and confusion plastered on your face
“Well at least you have the courtesy to do it in person” you say, crossing your arms over your body, sliding your sleeves over your knuckles.
Luke looms over at you, he stares in confusion, trying to read your emotions.
“What are you talking about?”
Your gaze leaves the floor and meets his, anger bubbling inside your stomach
“You wanna break up?” you say bluntly, mono toned and unnatural
“What?? No ??Why would you think that?” Luke argues, voice becoming higher and his breath itching slightly at the information that his girlfriend thinks he drove 9 and a half hours just to break up with her.
“Are you serious? No call? no text? no nothing, not even a stupid instagram reel and you think my mind wouldn’t wander to that?” you say, stepping forward at each word, announcing your words with a spit of fury.
“I did call and I did text” Luke defends, hands slapping against his sides.
“Barely, Luke we only called for ten minutes a week and all you talked about was stupid hockey and I love hockey but that's all you would talk about. And not to mention the dry messages I mean we barely even talked like normal people, just robots with no love for each other.” you rant on, eyes feeling heavy as tears glistened in your sockets, afraid to let them fall you do your best to blink them away before luke notices.
“Missy” Luke whispers, snaking his hands to your forearms
“I was only trying to give you space, I knew you would get stressed with your upcoming finals so I wanted to give you as much time as you needed to study. I didn't mean to be dry and unloving towards you” his voice was soothing and calm, his fingers brushing lightly on your clothed arms.
“Well it was a dumb decision” you argue, earning a snicker from luke
“yeah , it was and I'm sorry.” he agrees
“So why are you here then? If you aren't gonna break up with me?”
“I was planning to come down after your finals were finished, I was originally driving in tomorrow but Ethan messaged me last night telling me to come early”
“Oh. so that's why they were acting weird” you say, reciting the events of last night in your head.
“Yeah, Do you know why he said that?”
“Well i was a bit emotional last night, i was crying while stuffing my face with pizza” you laugh looking back up at luke.
“Oh my, so is that why Ethan sent me 43 messages at midnight?” Luke adds, smiling to himself before pulling up his phone to show you the absurdly concerning amount of texts from the boy.
“I'll take it that Ethan and Mark were not very good at comforting you?” he says, sitting back down on the bar stool and pulling you to stand in between his legs
“They weren't too bad , maybe not the best tho” you say, giggling slightly at the situation
Silence fills the room for a bit before luke speaks up
“I'm sorry I caused you so much stress, I love you and I wouldn't trade you for the world. Maybe I should try and talk to you more and not just about hockey, hm?” he speaks, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear
“Yes please” you smile before leaning in to give him a deep kiss. You both pull away before going back in for a warm and comforting hug, swaying slightly.
“I don't know about you but i'm starving, do you wanna go get some food?” Luke asks, speaking into the crook of your neck
“mhm, exams make me hungry and that breakfast bar Ethan snuck into my bag wasn't very filling” you add, moving so you can look at Luke once more, placing a delicate kiss on his lips
“About Ethan, should I talk to him about how pizza doesn't solve every problem?”
You giggle at his comment, staring softly into his muddy blue eyes before being interrupted by Ethan opening his door
“PIZZA SOLVES EVERYTHING” he shouts just before slamming his bedroom door closed.
“He's been home this whole time?” I ask Luke
“Who do you think let me in?” Luke chimes, smirking down at you.
wriggling out of his arms its not long till you're pulled back by a gentle hand on your wrist
“Wait, I gotta ask how your exam went” Luke asks, hands sneaking around my waist and resting on my lower back.
“It went okay, i didn't give up so that's good” i say, shrugging.
“Mhm good, never give up” he says, finishing his comment by patting my head.
Silence is left between us once again, eyes frowning as he tries to read my expression
“I missed you, Lukey. Don't pull that shit again”
“I missed you too, and judging by how angry you were when you came home i definitely won't” he says as we both make our way out the door and down the stairs.
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can you pls do a sub Ethan landry x domfem reader which they end up having phone sex pls?? no ghostface ethan pls thank u 🤍
“and so then i-,” you stopped talking when you heard what almost sounded like a moan coming from your boyfriend, who you were currently on the phone with.
“what was that..?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.
“wh- what was what?” ethan asked, his voice rising in pitch from slight panic.
you laughed softly to yourself. “don��t play dumb, baby. i heard you moan. are you touching yourself right now?”
you could hear ethan’s breath hitch and you bit your lip in excitement at the sound. you were right. you were wondering why he had decided to call you at almost midnight to ask about your day even though he had been with you for most of it. and now you knew why. he wanted to get off to the sound of your voice.
“n-no,” ethan whimpered, mentally cursing himself for how shaky his voice was.
“oh, but i think you were. don’t like to me, baby. i thought you were a good boy.”
“i- i am a good boy,” ethan said, whining softly.
the sound went straight to your core. you could never get enough of how pathetic he sounded when he was desperate for you. just hearing him whimper and whine for you always left your panties a soaking mess.
“so tell me the truth.”
“i-,” ethan trailed off, too embarrassed to say the words. “i’m touching myself…” his face flushing bright red with shame.
you smirked to yourself, laying back on your bed and spreading your legs. he was getting to have some fun, why couldn’t you? you pulled down your sleep shorts and slid your fingers into your panties, sighing out at the feeling when your fingers came in contact with your clit.
“well don’t stop on my account, baby. c’mon. i wanna hear you,” you said, your voice low and seductive, sending shivers down ethan’s spine.
he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping himself again, a broken moan falling from his lips as his hips bucked up into his fist. when he heard your breathy moan through his phone, he had to fight off the urge to cum right then and there. knowing you, he was definitely gonna be in for a long night.
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BF!ETHAN LANDRY HEADCANNONS
contains: fluffy stuff, gf ethan, kinda suggestive topics (?
a/n: first post! english isn’t my first language so excuse the typos if there’s any. enjoy <3
| ethan is aware of the fact that you know he’s ghostface, and he makes sure you two spend a nice time when you’re together so you forget about it he does this for himself too :(
| he made you promise you wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret, but he’s still afraid that you do (you would never, you love him too much)
| he hates the fact that you don’t want anyone to know you’re dating, but it’s because he already has too many eyes on him and you don’t wanna raise even more suspicion
| you were his first real kiss, and his first time too
| he gets so jealous of any guy that lays his eyes on you, but he won’t let you know, at least not verbally. he will become quiet all day until you ask him what’s wrong, and you’ll have to reassure him and tell him he’s the only one you want
| he loves having you near him, he feels safer
| he’s very VERY clingy. he’s always touching you in some way and it doesn’t have to be sexual; he just loves holding your hand, touching your thigh when you’re sitting or when he’s nervous he tends to fidget with your fingers instead of his own
| let’s be real, he’s insecure as fuck and even though he doesn’t ask you to compliment him or anything like that, it always makes his day when you do. “you look so pretty today” he’s a blushing mess
| neither of you are really into nicknames, but if you call him baby he will melt on the spot
| he’s sassy, and he will catch an attitude for the stupidest things you can imagine; but you know exactly how to make him forget
| sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and he will try to wake you up as well just so you cuddle him back to sleep
| HE’S A LITTLE SPOON AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
thank you so much for reading <3 sorry if this was too short, i tried to find something to begin with so let me know if you want more. requests are open, feel free to send anything!
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Phone Calls || Ethan Landry
warnings// overused gf phonecall smut plot, you all mad at me for cutting it short probably, she touches herself and he watches lol, ethan being a menace, degradation <3
She was alone when the phone rang, watching her favorite show. She was biting into a piece of the watermelon she'd grabbed in the kitchen when it startled her into dropping it.
"Hello?" she huffed, picking up the piece from her comforter.
"Hello y/n," the rasp was unmistakable to her ears.
Reagrdless, her eyes rolled, "Turn that stupid thing off. You made me drop my watermelon you jerk."
He sighed on the other end of the line, cutting the voice changer, "You know I thought it'd be funny-"
"To call me using your serial killer persona voice? Ha. I find it hilarious."
"You said it was hot when I showed up covered in blood ," she could hear his pout.
Switching to speaker phone, she sat the phone on the pillow beside her, "It was. Hell even the voice effect is... something. But your voice is my favorite."
She continued to eat her fruit, smiling at the sound of his silence at the end of the line.
He never knew how to take compliments. His flustered behavior gave her an idea. Why not push his limits?
"You sound pretty all the time but I love when you whisper in my ear. Or when you get all grumpy and assertive and sound all... aggressive."
He can tell what she's up to, and it has the opposite effect she'd imagined. Rather than turn bashful, he cuts straight to the very tone she'd talked about.
"Is that so, baby?"
"Mhm," she smiles, though he can't see her.
"Now that I think about it... you do fall apart so easily with just a few words," he's tempting with his words, "dont you pretty?"
The fruit is moved to her bed side table as she readjusts in her sheets, "The words you choose to say play a part too you know."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Heat floods her body as she thinks of all the different things he says. When she's on top of him. When she's pinned beneath him. How he begs when he's in her mouth.
"When you call me yours."
"And don't forget it. What else?"
She can feel her panties as they catch the heat pouring out of her.
"How you say my name when you.." she trails off, eyes shut.
"When I what baby?"
A sigh rushes out of her, "when you're inside of me."
"You just love when I fuck you, don't you?"
Her fingers trail to the line of her shorts, inching them down, "You know I do."
He could hear the slight whine in her voice, "Are you touching yourself?"
She gave no answer as her fingers run through her slit.
"Answer me slut."
She rolled her eyes.
"Yes mr. psycho killer," she snorted.
"Don't roll your eyes at me baby," his voice was less angry and more teasing, "now you're gonna do what I say, yeah?"
She'd come to the conclusion that he was watching her. Which also led her to believe that if she did as she was told, he'd fuck her the way she really wanted. Deal.
"Yes sir," she smiled, eyes wandering to the window at the far side of the room. She imagined he'd be sitting there, up in the tree beside it, watching her.
"Good. Now, play with that pretty pussy just like I would hm?"
She didn't need to be told twice. Slow circles across her clit made bumps break on her skin. She could feel her temperature rising as she grew needier with the teasing touches she granted herself.
"Look at you, teasing yourself just like I would. I bet you wish it was me though," she could hear the pride in his voice and while it annoyed her, orgasms trumped annoyance any day.
She took a breath, "Ethan please."
"Please what baby?"
"Just come in and touch me," she tried to keep her composure, "I'll do anything."
"Make yourself come and we'll talk about me touching you."
She groaned in frustration, "feels so much better when its you though!"
He laughed in a breath, "I know it does. But i want to watch you."
She knew he'd get what he wanted. He always did with that smile and those stupid fucking brown eyes of his. Disagreements were nonexistent the moment he made her look at him and shes pissed at the fact just picturing him is enough to make her more agreeable.
Regardless, her fingers slip into her cunt as she mumbles his name, dragging through her in a quick speed.
"Faster, angel," he demands.
"Please," she moans, "keep talking baby, please"
"God you're a whore. Touching yourself to my voice?"
Fucking hell.
Her eyes squeeze shut as he continues, "Such a pretty whore though hm? My pretty whore."
She nodded, curling her fingers in just the right way to make her whine.
"Sound so needy too, can't fucking wait to touch you honey."
She curses as she falls apart, crying his name and within seconds her closet door is thrown open.
A scream fills her room as he steps into the light.
"Fuck you!" she huffs, shooting daggers into the man ten feet away.
"You knew I was watching," he grins, making his eay towards her before crawling ontop of her.
"You know you say my name so pretty when you come?" he teases.
She finds her eyes rolling again as she glares up at him, "You said you'd fuck me if I listened."
He laughs, fingers stroking the column of her neck as he takes her lips on his own. She was perfect for him. So needy and so fucking mean. He loved it. He loved her.
Her fingers find home in his hair as she wraps her legs around his waist, dragging him closer into her.
The hand beside her head is supporting him as his free hand locks on her waist, holding her to the mattress beneath them.
As she gives a particularly sharp tug to his hair, he gasps into the kiss, hand rushing to her throat. As he sinks his fingertips into the flesh of her neck, she grins into the kiss hes pressing to her lips, "Harder."
He fights the laugh in his throat as she stares up at him, "You're in no place to make demands."
Before she can utter another word, he's squeezing tighter and letting his mouth cover the space across her chest, enjoying the way her body reacts to every move he makes. The way her back arched and her hips would roll against nothing gave him a pride he'd never had before her. She gave him a lot of things he'd never had before.
"I think," he began to drag his hand over her still dripping pussy, "I want a taste."
Her body shivered at the contact as he got between her legs. She could feel that she was insanely wet, but his commentary on it made her body burn with embarassment.
"You get so wet for me," he grinned, pressing his lips along the insides of her thighs.
Her hands attach to his shoulders as his mouth connects with her clit, tongue immediately rolling over it in slow motions. As her hips rose from the bed, his hands locked around her waist, forcing them down.
Her head fell back as his fingers slipped inside of her. She knew she was in for a long fucking night.
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BABYDOLL — ethan landry
warning: child bullying? (😭)
summary: being the “baby” of the group isn’t as fun as it seems, especially when you can’t go a day without the core four breathing down your neck.
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growing up with the meek martins and carpenters has changed your life for the better. meeting them in elementary, you grew close to the youngest carpenter. a bratty little kid tara was, she would always find a way to make sam worry.
adding chad and his sister to the group added another level of chaos. always arguing about who should be "it" while playing tag. the four of you made an inseparable little bunch; promising each other that no matter what you always be there for each other.
recess was where the four of you would hang out often, meeting together in a corner of the playground. your pigtails swaying as you walked toward the playground. a group of boys decided it would be fun to take the stuffed animal you always carried with you, holding it high in the air.
they laughed at your feeble attempts to try and get your teddy bear back, tears welling up in your eyes. they continued to torment you until mindy passed by and noticed what was happening.
she quickly called out to the rest of the group, marching her lanky body towards you and the bullies. “hey! leave her alone” mindy shouts, spinning the first boy by his shoulders and forcing him to face her. chad and tara approached standing behind mindy, sending death stares to the bullies.
as intimidating a group of ten-year-olds can be, chad tries to settle this peacefully. the bully, still spewing insults, tara decides the best course of action is to get physical. shoving mindy aside tara lifts her tiny leg and kicks the main bully in the crotch. falling to his knees he groans in pain, the meeks stand stunned.
“keep messing with my friends, you're going to end up ball-less," tara spits out. the two other boys get down to help their friend, dragging him away. chad picks up the teddy bear the bully dropped and approaches you.
lifting yourself up, you dust your knees off, wiping the tears from your face. “here y/n, sorry we weren't here” chad apologized, hugging you to bring you some comfort. “it's okay chad, thanks t and mins for sticking up for me” you turn to the two girls, engulfing them in a group hug.
that day solidified something in tara, chad, and mindy; they had to protect their baby from any harm. no one could hurt you, if so, they would be there to protect you.
you made it through the woodsboro massacre, now in college with the meeks and carpenters. a new chapter in your life after the traumatic events, moving on with your life was easier said than done. though you tried your best to move on, finding solace in spending time with your friends and studying.
as a third-year year, you sometimes felt out of place compared to your fourth-year friends. but they reassured you that you will always be part of the group. soon new people joined the core four: ethan, anika, and quinn.
anika and quinn were easy to get along with. quinn played an older sister role to you; teaching you all sorts of sex ed. anika was a kind soul, always looking out for everyone and ready to help whenever she could.
ethan was a weird one, he was awkward and didn't try to chat with you. you would catch him looking at you but never approached you. chopping it up to him being shy, you tried to ease a friendship with him.
after the incident with tara at the frat party you found yourself walking next to ethan. after falling back to give sam some tissues to help her dry off, you and him stood side by side. awkward tension followed the two of you, avoiding your gaze ethan tried his best to keep his distance.
not because he didn't like you, it was the total opposite. if he even looked at you for a moment he would end up staring at you. the short white dress you wore and glittery wings clipped to your back; an angel is how ethan would describe you and that’s what you were.
the cheap halo you had now replaced with chad's cowboy hat, but that didn't change the fact you looked angelic. the way your hair cascaded down, a white bow accessorizing the back of your head, framing your face. god ethan could admire you for days.
snapping out of his thoughts, ethan sees you walking towards a shady alley. following behind you, he calls out, “hey.. y/n! where are you going?” turning, you stand to wait for him as he jogs to catch up with you.
“oh i'm taking a shortcut, there's a 7/11 near here i was going to stop to get some snacks. do you wanna tag along?” you ask him with a smile. god the way the moonlight illuminated your face; it looked like there were stars in your eyes. ethan couldn't bring himself to decline your offer.
nodding you two continue your stride along the shady alleyway. a cool breeze hits the streets of new york; now even more aware of how bad of an idea it was to wear such a short dress. shivering you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm. ethan notices and decides to make his move. (chivalry isn't dead people)
ethan stops walking and starts to strip himself of all the cardboard he has on. confused you stop walking too, “e.. what are you doing?” you question. throwing the cardboard up in a nearby garbage bin, he took off the blue sweater he was wearing. leaving himself in a white muscle shirt, he hands you his sweater.
“oh no, you didn't have to do that! i swear im fine” you denied, stepping back from him. rolling his eyes, he walks up to you and forces you to put his sweater on. removing chads cowboy hat, he slides his sweater over your head, careful to not ruin your makeup or hair.
you don't stop him, letting him manhandle his sweater on you. “see, now you won't be cold” he boasts, a boyish smile splaying on his face. the sweater fell right above your knee, hiding the short dress you wore. the sleeves engulfed your hands, to the point you had to roll them up to be able to grab chad's cowboy hat from the floor.
“now you'll be cold eth... that wife beater doesn't look warm ya'know.” taking in the way his strong shoulder, defined arms, and the outline of his broad chest looked. your face grows red when you realize you're shamelessly checking him out. my god, it's always the nerdy guys, isn't it?
“it's fine y/n i swear, let's hurry and get to that 7/11, i need a slushy.” ethan continues his stride; trying his best to hide the fact he feels insecure about only being in this tank top.
stumbling out with a large big gulp, and a bag full of snacks you two don't stop laughing. “oh my god e, i'm never letting you live that down” you wipe fake tears from your eyes. “please y/n no one knows about that, not even chad.” ethan pleads. you continued to snicker about how he almost burned the apartment down trying to make himself breakfast.
“it's okay ethan, your secret is safe with me” you jester zipping your lips and throwing away the key. arriving to the front of your apartment complex you turn to ethan, “want to go up to my apartment and watch movies?” you offer him.
ethan tries to hide his giddiness as he accepts immediately. laughing at his enthusiasm you lead him to your apartment. reaching into your bag, you pull out the key to your apartment and lead him inside.
kicking your shoes off you enter the dark apartment, yelling out to your roommate as you turn on the lights. shocked to see a group of people sitting in your living room. ethan turns the corner to see tara, chad, and mindy sitting on the sofas.
“what the actual fuck are you people doing in my house?!” you scolded, putting your purse down on the coffee table that stood in the middle of the room. all at once they bombard you with questions.
why didn't you answer your phone?
where were you? you could’ve been hurt!
why the fuck are you with ethan?
“okay calm down! my phone died while at the party which is why i didn't answer. i'm with ethan cuz' we were walking in the same direction; i offered him to come with me.” you huffed out, plopping down on a love sack you had next to the couches.
mindy keeps pushing, "why are you wearing ethan's sweater?" she sees that ethan is basically shirtless. “my god mins! i was cold and he offered it!” you whined, bringing your sleeve-covered arms to your face.
silence fell, you were unaware of the looks mindy, chad, and tara were giving each other. ethan cowering in the corner, moves to sit next to you on the love sack. looking up, you scoot over to make room for him.
“well, that confirmed it” mindy retorted out loud, tara and chad both nodding their heads. getting up in unison, they shuffle to leave you and ethan alone. before they can get a foot out the door, they start their string of uncomfortable remarks.
don't forget to wear protection!
ethan if you hurt her, i will kill you
call me after y/n! i need to know all the details!
both you and ethan's faces turned bright red. you both got off the love sack and put some distance between each other. after hearing the door close, you sigh and apologize to him, explaining how you're the "baby" of the group.
"so "babydoll", what movie are we watching?" ethan teased. a respective smack to the face with a pillow was enough for him to stay quiet.
god, you were going to end tara, chad, and mindy before ghostface could.
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i maybe got side tracked from the original plot i had in mind, but i think it still turned out cute. lil oneshot for the babes. i swear ill get back on my avatar grind!!!! i have so many wips for jake and miles so plss bare with me.
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chubby! reader x ethan or mark, where the reader is self-conscious and is ashamed to wear something close to body clothes.
mwah! 💋
self-conscious | m. estapa
answering some old requests in my inbox, hope you enjoy this one!! :)
You groaned as you glanced at the clock on your phone. 7:30 it read. Mark would be coming to pick you up soon for the informal Michigan hockey formal that was happening at the seniors’ house to celebrate the team before playoffs.
Long story short-none of the dresses you were trying on fit right. They weren’t kidding when they said college would make you add some extra pounds. You were still confident in your figure, but the reminders of being curvier than the other girlfriends wouldn't leave your mind.
You stared at your closet and sighed. You knew how many of the other guys had stick thin girlfriends and how many of them would be in skimpy dresses that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to wear. You shrugged on a long sleeve black dress that effectively covered the areas you wanted to hide.
Tears filled your eyes but you quickly wiped them away as to not ruin your makeup. You didn’t feel pretty. The other dress you had in your closet would expose your body more but you were too self conscious to wear it.
A ringing drew you out of your thoughts. Call from Mark 🛑🚦
“Hey," you answered shakily. You had lost track of time while you were getting ready and now Mark was outside to pick you up.
"Hey babe!" You could practically hear him smiling through the phone. "You ready to go or should I come in for a few?"
You shrugged your shoulders, even though you knew Mark couldn't see you. "Uh, yeah I need a few. You can come up."
You were reluctant to let Mark into your room, but you were greeted with a big hug from your boyfriend. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as a welcome.
"I thought you were gonna wear the other dress. Didn't it have that pretty slit, babe?" Mark asked innocently. Your size had never mattered to him, he always thought you were the prettiest girl in the room, but it was hard when he couldn't just easily understand where your head was at.
You sighed, "Just changed my mind, Mark."
Mark furrowed his eyebrows. He looked like a confused little puppy to you. "Why? You look so good in the other one!"
"No, I don't, Mark. We both know that," you said definitively. Why couldn't you just look like all the other girls? You made your way to your vanity to sit and touch up your makeup. Tears clouded your vision.
"Y/N," Mark said while approaching you. "You always look beautiful."
"It doesn't feel that way, Mark," you couldn't help the iciness in your tone. "I know everyone else will look at me funny."
Mark's hands quickly found your shoulders as he massaged some of the tension that had built up. He quickly shushed you. "You look perfect in whatever you wear, I promise, babe. I love the way you look because you're the only one who looks like you and you're my girl!"
You chuckled as you wiped away a few tears that had fallen. "You mean that?"
"Of course I do, Y/N. Don't let anyone else get in your head," Mark replied, swiftly pulling you up from your spot and dragging you towards your closet. "Now c'mon, I gotta see my hot girl in her sexy dress!"
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Party Bathroom
I’ve never written before, let alone any smut. So umm yeah I was bored and thought I’d give it a try. It’s not gonna be good I’m warning you now.
Warnings: smut, hand jobs, fingering, cheating
part two
You and Ethan kept making eye contact all night. Through the crowds of people and flashing lights your eyes always found his and his eyes always found yours. You smile at him.
Ethan Landry, the nerdy, cute roommate to your boyfriend Chad. He was so shy and nervous when you two first met and it was only a simple hello. He’s the complete and total opposite of Chad. And for some odd reason, you liked that. You liked how nervous he got around you, how he would drop everything to help you study, how he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Though you would never admit it out loud, you had a thing for Ethan. Sometimes late at night, you’d imagine him kissing you, kissing your body, everything. You’d feel so ashamed, lusting after your boyfriend’s roommate. However, Ethan was no different, in fact he was much worse. He was infatuated with you. When you’d call him for help with your homework, he would be listening to you talk while his free hand was wrapped around his cock and when you invited the group over to your apartment one evening, Ethan waited for the perfect moment to slip into your bedroom and snoop around. After looking through some drawers he found your underwear. Eyes widening, he took in all the different colors and styles of thongs you’ve accumulated. He grabbed two, a pink lace one and a white lace one. Two colors he loved most on you. He stuffed them in his pocket and when he got back to his apartment he rushed to get his pants off. He took your pink thong and wrapped it around his cock as he jerked himself off to the thought of you. God, he wanted you. He thought about all the times you would wear your short little skirts, every movement creating a new visual for him, such a fucking tease he thought.
His eyes travel down your body. You’re almost see through mini dress showing him the places he most desperately wanted to touch and taste. Your eyes lock once again but this time neither of you look away. Grabbing a shot off the table, you down it while keeping eye contact. Ethan let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in. He feels his pants tighten and his eyes lower down to your tits and back up to your eyes. The Jell-O shots you took definitely gave you a confidence boost as you pull your dress up a little higher just to tease him. You smirk and begin walking towards him. Before he could say anything, you walk past him, breaking eye contact for a quick moment as you walk up the stairs. He stares at your body moving up the stairs and he finds himself following after you. You make your way into a bathroom with Ethan not too far behind. He walks in after you and closes the door. The dimly lit lights only adds to the sexual tension between you two. In one swift movement his hands find your hips and he pushes your back against the wall. Foreheads touching you two look into each others eyes for what seems like an eternity but is only a few seconds before his lips are on yours. His lips are soft and he kisses you gently. “Fuck you’re perfect” he says before intensifying the kiss. You bite his bottom lip slightly pulling it, hearing him groan, you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan into the kiss, tasting the alcohol that only adds to the thrill. His grip on your hips tighten and he pushes harder into your body, teeth clashing, his tongue slipping into your mouth now. He grinds his constricted cock against your center, making you moan again. You copy his actions, grinding your hips against his.
Fuck! Chad!
“Ethan f-fuck” you manage to get out while his lips attack yours.
This is so wrong. You have a boyfriend! What are you doing?
“Fuck, w-we can’t be doing this” you breathlessly say. Ethan ignores you, quickly kissing the sides of your mouth, making his way down to your jaw, kissing and sucking your soft skin. Your eyes roll back and you grind into him, desperate for some friction. “Ah- fuck this is so wrong.”
His lips make their way down your neck, leaving hickeys, marking you, secretly hoping that Chad will see what he’s done to you. “No, no, no” He bites down on your collarbone and you gasp. “You. sweet. dumb. thing.” He begins to lick and kiss his way up to your ear, gently biting it. “We’ve been eye fucking each other all night. Let’s just enjoy this…” he whispers. Ethan, a sweet nerdy guy was not one to talk like this but fuck, it was so unexpected and so hot. “Fuck y/n, please let me enjoy you” he begs. The ache in your pussy grows more at his words. Chad will be okay. You put your fingers through his curls and pull him into your lips, making out more aggressively than before. His hands are desperate to grab every inch of you, he’s moves them from your hips, to your boobs, and back to down to your ass. He grinds his boner into your clothed pussy, trying to relieve the some of the painful tension in his pants. He leaves your lips and he bends down while grabbing the sides of your thongs, slipping it down your long legs. He helps you step out of it, placing the wet fabric into his back pocket before kissing up your body again. He lifts one of your legs up onto his hip, giving him good access to your where you needed him most. He palms your bare pussy, almost cumming in his pants just from that one touch. He runs his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you are. How wet you are for him. His thumb grazes your clit making your hips jolt. You let out a moan. He moves his thumb a little quicker, looking at your face, seeing you with your head fallen back and eyes closed. He stopped teasing your clit, hearing you whine and runs a finger through your folds again. “Y-you’re so wet” he whispers, his lips barely touching yours. His finger teases your entrance and he softly kisses you.
“Ethan, please” you beg. Hearing you beg made his cock twitch. He smirks and slowly pushes his finger into you. He pumps in and out slowly and you grind against his hand. He then adds another finger making you gasp. He began to slowly thrust them in and out curling them inside you. How is he so good at this? Your moans make his cock painfully twitch in his pants. You put your hand on his chest and you lead your hand down to his pants. Desperate to feel him, you unbutton his pants and pull his cock out. You spit onto your hand and start to pump his thick cock. “Oh fuck” he whimpers, leaning his forehead against yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as his fingers find your g-spot. You pick up the pace on his cock making his hips buck. His thumb finds you clit again and it’s all too much. You throw your head back against the wall and let out loud moans that are thankfully inaudible to others by the loud music. You squeeze his cock a little tighter, your thumb swiping over the tip, making him a moaning mess. He quickly brings his lips to your neck, giving sloppy kisses and biting when gets shocks of pleasure. You move your hips making him fuck his fingers into you harder. He bites down on your collarbone hard, sending you near the edge, “Oh fuck! Ethan, I’m gonna cum” you could feel your stomach growing tighter, pleasure becoming so intense that tears form in your eyes. “Yes! Yes!” you practically yell. You grip his bicep for support. Ethan could feel you clench around his fingers, your legs shaking as your orgasm consumes you. You pump him faster making him grunt into your neck. He rides out your orgasm, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his mouth. You gasp, never seeing a man do this before, “Ethan!”
“Fuck, you taste so so good” His fucks into your hand, his orgasm quickly approaching. “you’re-you’re gonna make me cum” he whimpers. You keep jerking him, spitting on his cock once more, making your movements faster. His eyes roll back and your thumb grazes his tip once again. His head falls back, “I’m gonna cum-oh fuck” he moans, his cum spilling out onto your hand and part of your dress. His hips buck uncontrollably as you keep touching him. After a few moments you pull your hand away and bring your fingers up to your mouth sucking the cum off, just like he did yours. He kisses you and fixes your dress for you before fixing his own clothes. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for so long” he admits. “You have no idea what you do to me” he kisses you again and you’re tempted to go a little further with him.
“I had no idea you were so good with your—“ you begin to say before you’re interrupted by knocks on the bathroom door.
“Y/n, it’s Chad. You in here?”
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reader doing ethans/jacks skincare
𝐬𝐩𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐞.𝐥
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you help ethan with his skincare one night
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: scarily short 😱
𝐚/𝐧- hope you enjoy and sorry about the length i got kinda tired 😥
you slip the pink fluffy headband onto ethan, pushing the curls out of his face. you giggle at the sight of him with a bow on, and grab one of your liquid charcoal face masks.
you squeeze the grey substance onto an applicator and start evenly smearing it all over his face, grabbing his jaw with your hand.
“holy shit thats cold! what even is that anyway?” ethan jumps at the temperature.
“it’s just a face mask you goofball, now stay still so i don’t mess this up!” you reply, now focused on applying it perfectly. you let go of his face so you can coat the chin. once it looks good, you smile at him goofily.
“now what?” ethan asks, curious on what to do next.
“now we wait,” you grab the bottle and search around for a time. “fifteen minutes!” you say, joyfully looking back at your boyfriend.
“can i do yours in the meantime?” ethan inquires, and you nod your head yes. he places a fuzzy headband on you, so now you both matched.
he coats your face in the dark liquid, and you set a timer. you then turn on the tv, looking for a movie or show to watch.
“what about The Good Place?” you ask ethan, hoping he would agree since it was one of your favorite shows.
“never seen it. i’d be down to watch it though.”
you jokingly gasp at his response, and immediately click play. you cuddle up to him as you watch the first episode, careful not to mess up the face masks you both carefully applied.
the sound of your timer going off made the both of you jump, and you headed to the bathroom to wash your faces off, making sure to pause the show.
you grabbed your cerave foaming face wash, and cautiously removed the dried charcoal mixture. ethan saw you, and did the same.
you then headed back to your bedroom, and grab your hydrating toner off your vanity.
you open the lid and pour a couple of drops onto your fingertips, and rub them into ethan’s face. he does the same thing for you.
you then open your mini fridge and grab your serum and your jade roller. ethan looks at you, confused as to what the mysterious tool you had in your hands was.
“oh, its called a jade roller. it will help smear this into your skin.” you say, and hold the tube of serum up.
he nods his head in understanding, and you unscrew the lids to the product. you suck up some of the clear liquid into the dropper, and dribble it onto his skin. you then use the roller to rub the product in. the coldness of it soothes him, and he closes his eyes.
“feel good?” you ask, and he just hums in response. you continue on to the next step, moisturizer. you pump the ointment onto his face, and work it in to his skin.
then you moved onto his lips. you rubbed a lip scrub, making sure to remove the dead skin. for the final step, you applied the hydrating lip mask.
he pulled your face onto his, planting a kiss. you kiss him back before pulling apart,
some of the passionfruit mask transferring from him to you.
“were they smooth?” he asks, smirking up at you.
you giggle in response, laughing along with him.
he offers to finish your skincare, but you decline and do it yourself. you loved him, but he wasn’t the best when it came to things like these. ethan just laid on the bed and scrolled through his phone.
once you were finished, you snatched up both headbands and threw them onto your desk. you cuddled up on the bed with him, and he set his phone down.
you just admire him, caught in a haze by his glowing self. you loved him so much, and were glad to have someone to share moments like these with.
he turns the sitcom back on, and you switch your focus onto the tv. you start explaining all of your favorite characters, trying not to spoil anything.
ethan loved when you talked about your passions, and would spend eternity listening to them if it made you happy.
you both eventually fell asleep in each others arms, glad you were able to create these memories with one another.
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no strings attached
summary: it always starts with not strings attached, but feelings turn into secrets turn into drunk calls turn into full blown confessions
warnings: mentions of a sexual relationship (no actual smut though), alcohol usage, partying, ANGST
word count: 2.05k
it was never supposed to be this way. no strings attached. that’s what mark said the first time you woke up in his bed. it was after a long, and fun, night of partying. one of the hockey team’s big wins before making it to the final four in boston. they beat minnesota maybe, or was it quinnipiac? you couldn’t remember, but you remember mark.
he was always there. maybe you always thought there was something brewing, but for him, it was just a friendship. then they won. and someone was smoking this, and another person was drinking that, and you and mark got caught up in it all. his hands were all over you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you down onto his lap. yours knotting in his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. whispering, trying to convince the other to leave, chapped lips brushing against your ear. until it finally worked and he had you wrapped in his jacket, leading you back to his dorm.
everyone knew. and ethan, god bless ethan, because he never said a word. the first time it wasn’t a big deal. he woke up to find you and mark tangled together, a mess of limbs and sheets. then it happened a couple days later. and again when the boys lost in the frozen four. and it just kept happening. but nobody knew, except you, mark, and his pesky roommate ethan.
it was never supposed to be like this. yet you found yourself in michigan for the summer, spending a week at mark’s house. his mom smiling and chatting with you at the kitchen counter, skimming through photo albums and telling embarrassing stories. she asked what you were, and you tried to answer, really, but even you didn’t know. friends? lovers? dating? a hook up? there was no real label. everything was convoluted, covered in a haze.
maybe it was the trip at his house that made you reconsider your feelings for him. seeing him interact with his mom, watching as he helped around the house. listening in as he played with his younger cousins, granting their every wish. how he kept his arm around the back of your chair, always. he leant you a hat, or two, offered up sweatshirts for you to wear at night when it was too cold for short sleeves but not cold enough to want to be inside. when he took you to that small little breakfast joint, laughing and teasing as you drove down the street.
as the summer went on, it seemed like more and more strings were getting attached. you met his family, and he met yours. your mom asked about him once he left. your friends kept poking and prodding, saying that he was cute and you should go for it. then sophomore year came and he was getting a house, moving out of the dorms and in with some of the guys.
now you didn’t have to worry about ethan sleeping in the bed directly across from you; there was a wall separating you. there were two floors. it was easy to sneak away unnoticed and unheard. that’s what you told yourself at least.
it was easy. you were fine. there were no strings attached. but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
you don’t remember when the final straw was. maybe it was when he got that five minute major. or was it when he was given a game misconduct? either way, he called you after both, and for the first time throughout this whole shabang, you didn't want to be just a call. as much as you tried to avoid it, your strings were attached. they were so heavily intertwined that it was like a failed friendship bracelet, a knotted, tangled mess of strings. you had to tell him, so you came clean.
“i don’t want you to hate me,” you started, sitting criss-cross applesauce on their porch. “i could never hate you,” mark assured, leaning back on his forearms, he was getting too comfortable. you were getting too comfortable. “i caught feelings, mark,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. he was silent for a long time. “who is it?” mark asked.
his question has you reeling. how was it not obvious that it was him? your whole world revolves around him. “what?” you whispered softly, still feeling confused. “who is this guy that’s gonna break this great thing we have? who’s the one getting in between us?” mark snapped. the way he talked about your relationship made you nervous. his strings weren’t attached, that much was obvious.
“his name is mark estapa. he’s a defenseman for the michigan hockey team. know him?” you replied, already getting up from your seat. mark stayed there, mouth wide open. “but we said…” he started to say. “i know what we said! i get it okay! you don’t want this,” you said, gesturing between the two of you, “in the same way that i do.” he was still silent. “believe me, i know. and i also know that i can’t keep doing this. not how it is right now at least,” you trialed off, hoping he would want you too.
“i’m not…i was very clear y/n…fuck i don’t want,” he said, hands playing with the backwards hat on his head. you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding while simultaneously blinking back your tears. “right. i’ll see you around mark,” you answered, turning and leaving before he got the chance to break your heart anymore.
someone must have grabbed the scissors and cut apart the ball of string because there was no way you were coming back from this.
yet somehow, mark didn’t seem to get the message. he kept calling and calling and calling. and when you declined he’d start texting and texting and texting. finally, you just had to block his number. it was too much for you, the bitter taste of rejection and the tears of regret arising whenever his name flashed across your screen. at one point, he tried talking to you, but your friends helped you hide in the bathroom, quickly shutting that down.
so, what started as a casual relationship ended with you, alone and bitter. in all fairness, mark warned you. he was upfront from the beginning, so you really had no one to blame but yourself. he told you that there would be no strings attached, just makeouts and hookups, but of course you couldn’t follow those simple instructions.
then, you made your own code of conduct. one that consisted of ignoring him. it didn’t last long though. nothing regarding mark ever seemed to last long. especially when you were drinking. that’s when it was worse. all the feelings would come up and your usually bubbly persona went down the drain. once you had a solid buzz going, thoughts of mark would infiltrate your brain, reminding you of your lonely status. until saint patrick’s day weekend.
obviously there were darties and parties and everything in between. so it wasn’t a surprise that when michigan won, the partying was only amplified. in your inebriated state, calling mark was the best option. to say congratulations. that was it. that’s what you kept telling yourself as you unblocked his contact and hit the green call button.
you waited and waited and waited. voicemail. but you were persistent, so you kept calling. again and again and again, you dialed his number. foot tapping on the sticky, alcohol covered, floor as you held your phone to your ear. the cool screen sticking to your flushed skin. after ten calls, he kept count not you, he answered.
“y/n?” he asked, hesitancy clearly in his voice. “mark! i saw the game! you won, so i had to…i had to call. you deserved a call,” you mumbled, words escaping your mouth faster than you could comprehend. “oh yeah. thanks,” he answered.
the effort was minimal, you could feel it through the phone. he didn’t want you to call. he didn’t want you then and he still doesn’t want you know. your sobbing before you can hang up, before you can shake yourself and get a grip.
“y/n? why are you crying? what’s wrong baby?” he said. if you weren’t crying, if you weren’t drunk, if you were able to comprehend, your heart would’ve skipped a beat. “i’m drunk. I’m drunk and my first thought is always you. it’s always you mark. and i want you so bad, but you never wanted me. no strings attached,” you explained, taking a long sip from your cup. “y/n…” he started, but you wouldn’t let him. he hurt you enough. “don’t pity me mark. i don’t…i don’t want a guy to be with me out of pity,” you said. you heard him take a breath, but before he could answer, you hung up the phone.
it shouldn’t have surprised you when mark arrived at your dorm the next day. but it did. he stood there, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “hi. can we talk?” he whispered. you hesitated, feeling nervous. your plans were sweaty and you felt like there was a frog in your throat. all you could muster was a nod as you grabbed your keys and followed him outside. the walk was silent, deadly silent. the kind of silence that exists between two people who don’t know what to say, how to say it, or when to say it. the type of silence that shouldn’t exist between you and mark.
“so you called me last night,” he blurted out. “i did,” you replied, interested in your scuffed up converse. “you did. do you remember what you said?” he asked. you shut your eyes, embarrassment washing over you like a wave at the beach. “if i said i didn’t would we just move past it?” you tried to joke, but mark didn’t laugh.
“no. i would remind you,” he answered, face serious. you stopped walking, turning to face him. “why? why do you do this?” you demanded, poking at his chest. “me! you’re the one that left and then refused to let me speak! you blocked my number and flat out ignored me for weeks. then you call me last night, and tell me that all you do is think about me,” you opened your mouth to interject but he doesn’t let you. “let me finish. god y/n just let me fucking speak because if you let me talk, you’d know that i’ve always loved you. and i still do! even though you ignore me and basically cut me out of your life, i still love you. i want you just as much now as i did last week, and two months ago, and this summer, and even last year.”
you're crying; tears streaming down your face as you listen to him rant. “why didn’t you say it sooner?” you croaked out. mark swallows, looking at you with utmost regret in his eyes, “because we said no strings attached.” you laughed. you were crying but now you’re laughing because how did you two agree to this? why did you agree? you think back to your freshman year and wonder what possessed you to say no strings attached. you wanted them to be attached, every single one. your strings and mark’s strings woven together into a tightly knit friendship bracelet, or maybe a keychain, or anything that involved the two of you being together.
it was silent between the two of you. both of you just standing there, waiting for the other to make a move. finally, mark had the courage to do so. “i think we should let our strings attached . maybe they could get jumbled up in a giant knot, and we wouldn’t be able to untie it, because i,” he paused to take a deep breath, “i don’t think i could live my life without you.”
“mark?” “yeah?” “let me kiss you.” his laugh echoed through the quad. his smile overtook his face, scrunching up his eyes and cheeks. his eyes brightened. his hands reached out for you, pulling you into him. his lips met yours.
your strings were pretty much attached.
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Scream
TOUCH STARVED: Ethan Landry x fem!reader
Summary: Do you ever wonder what the source of the hunger for love is?
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
I was inspired by literally half a sentence from the movie, but still... we love our little murder boy.
Warnings: SPOILERS! (for Scream 6, but there are only some references), swearing, mentioned/referenced violence, hurt/comfort
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Ethan Landry was most definitely touch starved.
She noticed that pretty quickly after they started dating. The way an adorable, silly smile formed on his face as she kissed his cheek or played with his hair was too cute to miss. When she gently touched his face or put her arms around his neck or on his shoulders while they were kissing, the way he ran after her touch and presence was a heartwarming sight to see. Not to mention the slight blush what was still present everytime she gave him a small compliment, especially in front of others.
And God, she loved that when they were alone they were basically attached at the hip, hands or thighs always touching.
But even though she loved him and his presence more than anything, she couldn't help but wonder where that touch starvation came from. She knew that it's not always a pretty thing, especially not the source of it. Someone so hungry for love and peace - it comes from somewhere deep within.
She got the answer to that after the murders started to happen again, after another Ghostface showed up. And just like she thought, the source wasn't a pretty thing at all.
She woke up one night, legs tangled in the sheets, hands burried under the pillow to the feeling that someone sat down on the bed. She immediately opened her eyes in panic as she sat up, eyes trying to get used to the darkness. The phone calls and murders made her jumpy and paranoid, and with that more protective - both the first and last thing she did everyday was calling her friends, making sure they are fine.
The panic disappeared after she realized there was nothing to be scared of, the only other person in the room was Ethan, her lover and with that the rightful owner of the bedroom she was sleeping in.
"Ethan?" she called out to her boyfriend as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes. " 'Everything all right?"
It took a few seconds for him to answer. At first she thought he was starteled, that she scared him with her sudden movements, but his shoulders didn't move and nor did his arms.
"Everything's all right, sweetheart, you can go back to sleep."
Her tiredness disappeared as she looked at him, her back straightening like a hunter's dog sensing something in the dark. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked at him, at his back because he didn't turn around.
She had never seen him hurt before. She's seen him happy, sad and tired... but hurt? That was a new thing and she didn't like it. She didn't like the way his voice became lower or how pained it sounded.
She climbed closer to him in bed, sat down on her calves behind him as she gently hugged him, one of her hands running through his hair, playing with his curles.
His body reacted like it always did, at first he froze then got used to the feeling of being touched, trying to unknowingly get closer to her to try and get lost in her presence.
"You can talk to me, E. You know that, right? I'm here for you."
She kissed his neck, then one of his shoulderblades through the material of his t-shirt, doing her best to try and make the tension from his body disappear.
He took a hold of her hand, the one that was resting on his shoulder and kissed it, ran his fingers along the back of it.
"I just had a phone call with my dad."
The sentence was sudden, but the honesty didn't make her anxious. Instead she kept on playing with his curles.
He never talked about his family. At least not to her. This was a sign of trust and it made her dizzy.
"Did something happen?"
"No, it's... I don't know." his uncertainty was painful to hear. "Nothing has to happen sometimes, you know."
He never talked like this and it scared her.
"You do love me, right?"
She didn't know whart hurt more: the way he said it or that he felt like he has to ask to make sure she does.
"What are you talking about, E?" she gently tried to make him look at her and when their eyes met she continued: "Of course I do! 'Wouldn't leave for the world, 'you understand? You're my pretty boy" she said, calling him what their friends teased them with "and I love you more than anything."
There it was - the slight blush after a compliment, his cheeks became pink and she noticed that like a sixth sense even in the dark.
"What made you say that?"
"It's just... everything is always about my brother and sometimes he forgets that I'm also his son."
She didn't ask questions. She just leaned closer to his face, despite their weird position, and kissed him, slow and gentle as her hands softly explored his body and hugged him, making him feel damn well that to her he is precious. And he kissed back, but so hungrily that her heart hurt. She felt him shiver and sensed that his heart is full of love and adoration. She didn't understand - she never will, how no one appreciates him as much as she does when he has so much love to give.
She broke the kiss after a while and smiled at him.
"Well I can tell you that you are my boyfriend and I love you more than anything. And I'll for sure kick your dad and brother in the balls if I have to."
In that moment she understood. She understood why he reacted to her touch the way he did, she understood where that starvation for love came from. That night she felt her heart grow, it became full of the need to protect and love and prove.
As they lied back down and pulled the covers up, Ethan hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. And while she made sure to remind him how loved he is, she forgot to realize that Ethan never mentioned that he has a brother before.
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anotha one😝 this fic is pure crack honestly, it’s not my best work and i was sleep deprived and wrote this in like 20 minutes, soooo keep that in mind. i also imagined the reader being super short in this, because i may have a wee bit of a size kink (don’t tell anyone🤭) but like how cute would ethan look with a partner that’s like 4’11 compared to his 6’1 ass. AGHHH I CANT
Ethan Landry x Reader
Nap time
Everyone who knew you, knew that there was only one thing in this world that could rival your love for Ethan. And that was napping. You couldn’t help that you were a sleepy girl. You were lucky enough too, that you could nap anywhere. Whether it be your head resting on a hard countertop, the lap of one of your friends, you were even found asleep on the stairs in your parents home once.
Unfortunately though, as of lately, you haven’t been able to sleep that well. And you knew exactly what the cause of this was from, well more of WHO the cause of this was from. Ethan fucking Landry. The boy with the loveliest doe eyes, the boy with the sweetest smile, the boy that stole your heart all those months ago and has told you he was never giving it back.
But he didn’t just steal your heart, no, he stole your ability of napping anywhere your little heart desired.
You couldn’t nap without him anymore.
Of course it wasn’t all his fault, you were the one to snuggle up to him, thinking you were only going to ‘rest’ your eyes for a few seconds. Those few seconds turned into two hours. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm and smelled so good. It certainly didn’t help that he was running his fingers through your hair while softly humming in your ear. Anyone would have fallen under his spell and drifted off in minutes, if they had been in the position you were in. At least that’s what yoy keep telling yourself.
You had also, by now, convinced yourself he did all of it on purpose.
Which is why you’ve been glaring at him for the past seven minutes. You were sleepy, and all you wanted was to lay your sweet little head down and take a nap. But when your head hits the soft pillow on Ethan’s bed, you find yourself not able to fall asleep. You knew in your head all you needed to do was ask Ethan to come lay down with you, and he would. He would do absolutely anything you asked of him. But you were furious with him. Furious that his conspiracy against you has worked.
“Baby, we’ve talked about how you have to tell me when I’ve upset you, otherwise I won’t know how to fix it.” He wasn’t even looking at you, he had his back towards you while he worked at his desk. “I can quite literally feel the heat from your eyes, angel.” “Well my eyes would be closed and I would be fast asleep, taking my much needed nap if you wouldn’t have ruined them for me.” You grumble out, arms crossed, brows furrowed, adorable pout present.
He drops his pencil at that, confusion wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what Ethan felt. “How did I ruin your nap?” His voice raises an octave higher out of disbelief, and he finally turns to look at you. “I’ve been quiet this whole time and you have quite literally fallen asleep at frat parties before, where it was much more chaotic. I had to nearly tackle someone to stop them from sitting on you.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did!” You yell as you jump up, standing on Ethan’s bed and pointing an accusing finger at him. His brown eyes widen, not sure if you’re just having one of your ‘moments’ as he likes to call them, or if you’ve actually lost your mind. “I don’t though, that’s why I asked you to tell me.” At his remark, you ball your fists up, throwing them down at your side, all while making the cutest grumbling sound.
Ethan stands from his chair, coming to stand in front of you at his bed. Since you’re standing on his bed, you’re looking down at him. His hands grab yours, unballing your “threatening” fists, and he’s pleading with his eyes. “Tell me what I did so I can make up for it.” After a few seconds you throw your head back with a loud groan, before dramatically falling forward to be caught by Ethan, wrapping your arms and legs around him completely. “I can’t nap without you.” You all but cry out, still holding a menacing stare as your forehead touches his.
He laughs. He laughs right in your face. “Stop laughing at me!” You push his face away from yours, squirming in his arms trying but failing to get away from him. “Awe, I’m sorry baby. What can I do to help?” To anyone else, he would sound patronizing, but you knew he genuinely was sorry and wanted to make you feel better.
“Don’t you need to finish your homework?” Your eyes glance over at the anatomy worksheet, and then back to Ethan. “Yeah, well I think my baby needs me more. So, I’m not worried about that right now.” You grin at his words, placing a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away pretending to look deep in thought. He already knows what you need, he also knows you’re just too scared to ask. All because you got in your own head about how dependent you’ve become of him. He loved it. He loved that you needed him just for the smallest of things like taking a nap.
“Do you want me to lay down with you while you nap? I’ll even hold your hand the entire time, if you want.” You giggle at that, already feeling much more relaxed. “What if I want to wrap myself around you like a koala? Would you let me do that?”
“You’re already the size of one, so why not?”
“Ethan!”
You’re pouting again, and he could only smile because you were just too fucking cute. “Okay! Okay! I’m done.” He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, and grabs your chin, placing a few kisses to your pouted lips.
“Can we lay down now? You’ve been standing here holding me for like 10 minutes now, your arms have to hurt by now.”
“Baby.” He says with disbelief. “I’ve held you for way longer than 10 minutes, while we were doing something a lot more physically demanding.” Your cheeks immediately flush red at his words. Hiding your face in his neck. “Don’t get all shy on me now. You were just yelling at me 10 minutes ago about ruining your naps.” He couldn’t help but tease you, it was just too easy.
“Ethan, stop it.” You mumble out. He laughs again, but finally moves to sit you back down on his bed. You climb to the top, and wait for Ethan to join you. He goes to slip under the blanket with you, but you stop him. “No! You have to take your clothes off!” He holds his hands out in front of him, in a defensive manner. “Someone’s not so shy now. You need me to tire you out or something?”
You roll your eyes at your dumb boyfriend, and watch as he removes his tshirt and jeans. “I meant so I could sleep on you more comfortably, you perv!” “You’re calling me a perv, after asking me to strip and defile you?”
You open and close your mouth “I didn’t ask-“ You stop, exhaling sharply through your nose. “Please, E, just get in the damn bed.” “I’m coming, jeez!” Finally, he lays down beside you, and before you could move, he turns and wraps his arms around your body, an innocent grin on his pretty lips. And you can already feel your eyes grow heavy, as his fingers begin to trail up and down your spine and he presses soft kisses to your temple.
“Get some rest, sweet girl, because I will be defiling you when you wake up.” His tone is light and playful.
“Ethannn, can you stop being such a horny teenage boy for two seconds?” Your tone is annoyed. “Yeah, as long as you’re around, that’s not happening.”
“You’re such a whore.” Ethan laughs at your remark, squeezing you even closer, if possible, to his body. He’s finally quiet after that, besides the soft humming coming from his lips.
And he would never admit this to you, but he was having trouble sleeping without you by his side too. He loved the weight of you on his chest, the way your hair smelled. He especially loved when you would take his hand in yours, all while still sleeping, and hold it to your chest. You would hold it so tight sometimes he would lose feeling in his fingers.
He didn’t care though. Because he loved you and all of those things produced a warm, comfortable feeling he never received as a child.
So, he would lay there for hours, and watch the rise and fall of your chest, and listen to the soft snores leave your mouth. All without a single complaint.
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Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader
Summary: they find your dog
Warnings: violence cause it's ghostface
WC: 5.0k
Authors Note: requested by @perfectartisanwerewolf hope you like it dude I also added my own little ideas as well hope you don’t mind:) sorry for any mistakes in advance.
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Sam hated the idea the moment it had left her sisters mouth. The idea having such a big dog in the apartment had her feeling more than wary. But she couldn't deny that the dog was cute. Even though he was probably the biggest dog she had ever seen. The dog had a collar and his name was stitched on his collar.
Walle.
The ring that probably had all the owner of Walle's information had clearly been snapped off. With being outvoted by her friends and her own sister. She watched as the dog happily followed Tara up to the apartment. The dog staying in step with Tara. Tail waggling, tongue sticking out and smile on his face as the dog went into the apartment.
Sam shook her head. She had to get those flyers up and around. She wasn't sure any of them could handle a dog at the moment.
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The past nine days had been as normal as they could be with the new additional family member in the apartment. There had been obvious signs of favoritism on the behalf of Walle. Walle had taken a liking to following Tara around. Going as far as waiting outside the bathroom when ever Tara was in there. Sam had also noticed how attached Tara had become in such a short time to the dog. The flyers had been up for eight days now and there had been no one to show up for the dog or had even called.
And even though the dog was from a breed that was obviously a big a breed. Sam had been wary at first. The dog breed had been known for being a mean and vicious breed. Although she didn't want to think that all mastiff breeds were like that. Walle had shown nothing but kindness and protectiveness towards the core four.
There had been times he'd get overly excited pulling at the leash that Tara had gotten him just a bit when he'd go on walks. Sam had watched how Mindy and Chad had also had grown to love the dog in just this short week.
How the dog loved to have Chad hold the rope when they played tug of war. When it came down to playing rough. Walle would always go play with Chad. Sam noticed how Chad would always been eager to also play with Walle.
Sam took also noticed how Walle would be around Anika. Always cockblocking Mindy. The times Tara wasn't around Walle would stay around Anika. Making sure not to leave any room on the loveseat they had in the living room. Always laughing when Mindy would argue with the dog and would get huffs and whines in return.
But what really had her a bit confused was how Walle interacted with Quinn and Ethan. The way he would move away from either of the two. Always growling or just staring at the two. It was something only she had picked up on. She couldn't understand why. She had never had a dog before. Never really interacted with them to know what that could mean.
She had been sent a video of Tara and Walle by Mindy, while she was at work. In the video Tara had been walking Walle, it had been her turn to walk the dog. Sam had watched how Tara and Walle walked down the path, one second Tara had been walking at a normal pace and the next she had been pulled hard towards the small pond as Walle tried to get to her the duck. The unexpected movement catching Tara by surprise. Sam heard how Tara yelped, the splash and then a loud laugh coming from Mindy.
"Fuck. Don't just stand there fucking help me." Tara spoke as she coughed from the water she had swallowed. She had fallen face first into the pond, mouth open as she screamed. Walle had stopped what he was doing and licked her cheek. The dog looked at her in way that made it seem like he was apologetic.
All Mindy could do was laugh even more but then her laughed had cut off into a yelp when Walle ran towards her and jumped up on his two front feet going on Mindy with such a force that had made her fall back and the video to cut off. Sam watched the video again with a smile on her face. The dog had made them all feel, care free. A way they had not felt since ghostface came back last year
Even with what Walle did to Tara. Who had been embarrassed when she got out of the pond all wet. She still loved Walle. Sam knew just how much. Walle had taken to sleeping on Tara's bed. At first Sam just thought it was because Tara was always giving him treats. She had seen the snacks Tara would sneak Walle. But last night she had seen the real reason why.
Sam had heard her through the walls. The way Tara mumbled in her sleep. Begging for them to stop. Screaming for help. When she had went in the room. Walle had his head on Tara's chest. Softly licking Tara's chin in hopes of calming her down. Seeing how the dog had calmed Tara in her sleep. The way subconsciously held Walle’s head like if he were a teddy bear. The way the dog looked at Sam with sad eyes.
"I know buddy. She'll get better." She rubbed the head of the dog when she was close enough. The sweat on her sister forehead was more visible now that she was closer. She didn't know how to help her sister. Tara had been stubborn on not talking about what happened in Woodsboro. She had tried everything for Tara to talk about it but Tara never did.
But as she glanced back at the dog resting on her baby sisters chest. The relaxed look on Tara's face. Maybe Walle could help. Help Tara get over her trauma.
Although the hovering fact that Walle's owner would show up to their apartment sooner or later. Asking for Walle back. She knew that this well groomed, smart, loyal, and trained dog had to be loved. And she knew Tara had grown attached to the dog.
*
It had been eleven days since you've lost your dog. You had cried every day you couldn't find Walle. Afraid of what could have happened to him. You had been taking your afternoon walk when a loud firework was set off near by. The loud boom had scared Walle so much he had pulled hard on his leash that it snapped off. He bolted, with Walle being a veteran dog. The noise had truly scared him.
You had spent all night looking for him. Breaking down when the sun had started to rise and your Walle was no where in sight. You had put up loads of papers with a picture of your Walle. With all the information on the flyer. His fur color, his eye color, his body weight, his height on four legs and his height when he stood on his two back legs. You needed to find him. He was your only friend. Your only family. As sad as it sounds. He was all you got. Your mom was in another state far away from you and you had failed to make any friends in your college classes.
You had gone to every animal shelter to give them a the paper of your dog and also to ask for your Walle. But in every shelter you had gone. Their had been no news of Walle. As the days passed you had lost sleep from searching the streets yourself. Hoping that your phone would ring.
You were walking down the streets, it was a not so busy afternoon. The street were not empty cause it was New York. But there weren't a lot of people out and about. As you looked your eyes caught something on a tree. It was a flyer, your eyes widen when you saw who was on the paper. It was Walle. Someone had found Walle and they were looking for his owner. You. You looked down at the address on the paper. Quickly pulling out your phone to type out the address. It was only five minutes away.
You had never ran so fast.
*
You knocked on the door. Your hands shaking, Walle wasn't just your best friend. But he was also your service dog as well. Walle had been discharged from the military for being too friendly. After your mom had found him he had been in your family since you were fourteen. Being trained to aid and help you with your condition.
When the door opened your breath hitched in your throat at the beautiful girl standing front of you. She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. Her dark almond eyes, her dark brown hair fell perfectly down her shoulders. You could see the freckles that were around her cheeks.
"Hi I believe you have my dog."
Tara barely registered the words that came out of the mouth of the gorgeous girl standing in front of her. The way the lights made reflected off your eyes really made the y/ec really pop. What really made her register what was happening was the excited bark coming from behind her. Seeing Walle run by her to your legs. She had watched how you dropped to your knees as you hugged your dog.
Although her heart was racing from the way you had been looking at her. Her heart was also breaking for the friend she was about to lose.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to Walle. I-I don't know how I could ever-ever repay you. I-" Walle had moved to sit right in front of you. His two front paws on your shoes. He then brought one of his paws up to your hand. You quickly wiped the tear that had escaped your eye and took his hand. Taking a deep breath and looking back at the girl standing in front of you. You had just noticed other people standing not far from behind her.
"We only did what was right. There's no need to thank us." The girl in front of you spoke. Her voice was just as soothing.
"No please. I had put flyers up as well. A reward." You dug into your jacket. Pulling out your small check book. Your hands were still shaking. Your nerves had been shot and you knew it wasn't good for you.
Tara felt this small urge to take your shaky hands in hers. She had noticed the way Walle was quick in trying to calm you down. The way he acted around you from the moment he had gotten to your side. Like a service dog. The whimper Walle let out made her realize that maybe your shaky hands wasn't just from the nerves. Taking in the way Walle was looking up at you and then back at her. Like he was asking her to help you.
She reached out her hand resting on top of yours. Stopping your shaky hands from writing. "I said it's okay. You don't have to."
"But you've been taking care of him for a week." You knew how high maintenance Walle was.
"Well you can start by letting us keep seeing Walle. The name is Mindy by the way." A girl with short hair spoke from behind the girl in front of you.
"Of course. Yea no that fine. Are you sure you don't want the reward?" You looked back down at your check book. The girl in front of your nodded her head.
"You can start by giving your number to my friend Tara. I don't have my phone." Mindy spoke again from behind Tara. A small smirk on her face.
You watched as the girl in front of you, Tara. What a beautiful name. It suited her so well. The way she looked down, a blush making its way to her cheeks. You put your check book away and as Tara handed you her phone.
Who would have thought that losing your dog would had gained you new friends.
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The friendship had blossomed from there. You had grown fond of Tara. Understanding why Walle was so attached to Tara. He had missed her the first two days after picking him up from Tara's apartment. It didn't take long till Tara texted you asking to meet cause she missed Walle. She arrived with Mindy. Who did show you the video of tara being dragged into the pond by Walle. You had laughed cause Walle had done the same thing to you. Although you were grateful enough no one had recorded you.
It didn't take long for you and Tara to grow a friendship especially with the help of Walle.
She had told you about Woodsboro. After she told she tried not to cry about it but you could see how much it was affecting her. With Walle's head on her lap and your hand taking hers, she let a few tears out. It was an understatement how protective Sam was. With everything that happened to them it was no wonder they were paranoid and protective of each other.
In the three months you got to know how Tara wanted to leave what happened to her in past. How she wanted to live her college life, like any other normal college student. It was why you had found yourself at a party with her, Mindy, Anika, Chad and his roommate Ethan. You had met Ethan and you did not like him. You didn't know why but Walle didn't like him and that was enough for you not to like him as well. It was the same with Tara and Sam's roommate, Quinn. Walle didn't like her either, so in turn you didn't like her either. Walle was a great judge in character. You would never doubt him.
You did not want to go the party, you never did like going to parties it was just too much out of your comfort zone. But Tara had wanted you there. It was no surprise that Sam had found out where Tara was at. You had witnessed the fight between Tara and Sam. Seeing how the words said by Tara had hurt. You had wanted to intervene but Mindy had shaken her head.
"Y/n come on." Tara looked at you her hand held out for you to take. You took it and looked back at Sam in apologetic way. Sam gave you a nod and let you be pulled away from the group.
"We'll pick up Walle and go back to your place." You spoke knowing that Sam would want her sister around. "I think some air would do you some good." You lightly squeezed her hand, that was still in yours. As soft squeeze you got in turn, you smiled down at Tara who smiled back at you.
"Thanks, I know you probably think I'm a jerk for yelling at Sam but she's always up my ass." Tara felt horrible after what she said to Sam. But she wanted boundaries. She loved Sam more than anyone. Sam was her big sister after all.
"You're not a jerk. It's okay to have boundaries even with your siblings. But after everything you guys have been through I also understand why Sam is so protective of you." You spoke as you rounded the corner to your apartment. Taking out your keys to unlock your door. Smiling when your heard the nails of Walle coming closer. You opened the door and Walle was there to greet you and Tara with a smile on his face.
"Hey buddy. We missed you to." You laughed as you let Tara in, Walle quickly moving to greet her as well. Your smile growing when Tara had dropped to her knees to rub Walle's stomach. You moved around to gather a bag to stay overnight at Tara's for you and Walle. Once you were set, Tara had already put on Walle's vest on, along with his leash.
"Come on. I'm tired and I know it won't be long till Sam calls me to go back home." Tara held Walle's leash in one hand and held out the other for you to take. She had grown so close to you. Snagging the title of being your first best friend. She held the title with both hands but she couldn't deny that she wanted to be more. The time she had spent with you was enough for her to know she was in love. The way you acted around her, sweet, funny, protective. Spending time with you had became her favorite time of the day.
With your hand in hers, it just felt right. Like her hand was made for you to hold. And like wise. The feeling of your warm hand in her slightly cold one was just something she loved to do. It was a comfortably silent walk back to her apartment. Her grip on your hand never faltering. If anything she had gotten closer to you as you both walked. Going as far as side hugging your arm. She would totally blame the alcohol still in her system. When she felt your hand moving, she was about to apologize for obviously making you uncomfortable. It was until you wrapped said arm around her shoulder bringing her closer. She was glad you couldn't see her face. Feeling her cheeks getting warm, but that didn't stop her from leaning further into your warm body.
Yes, she was a hundred percent sure she was in love.
*
Everyone but Ethan was in the apartment. You were in the kitchen making dinner. But you couldn't find any knives to cut the vegetables. "Uh Sam where are your knives?" Sam had refused to let you cook everyone dinner. Tara was in the living room, she was busy with Walle. Sam and yourself had agreed not to let Tara help. Tara had been terrible cook. But you were trying to fix that.
"Uh they should be right here, what the fuck." She stood next to you looking down at the knife block to see it empty.
Woof.
Woof.
At the sound Walle's barks. You recognized those barks. Those were barks of a possible danger being around. The trainer had showed you when you had first got Walle. Every bark had their own meanings behind them. You moved fast towards the noise. Seeing Walle standing in front of Quinn's door. Barking and growling at the door. Going as far scratching the door to be let in.
"Walle what's wrong?" Tara spoke from beside you.
You took a step toward the door only to stop at the loud bangs coming from the other side. This caused Walle to pull you away from the door by your pants leg. Your hands shook a bit and your heart started bonding in your chest. At the sound of the door opening, you did not expect for a body to be thrown towards you. The force of the body had caused you to fall.
Screaming when you noticed that it was Quinn's body. You scrambled to your feet with the help of Tara. Your head snapping to Walle when you heard the grunts of ghostface. Walle had ghostface by his wrist. Walle's jaw clenched just on ghostfaces leg.
Mindy was on the floor holding her arm that had a deep gash. Anika behind her trying to pull Mindy away. Although Anikas's shirt had been bloodied from what you assumed was a knife wound. Sam moved fast to get the bat in the supply closet. Chad also moved to help his sister.
You moved fast as well, you couldn't let this asshole hurt Walle.
"Y/N NO!"
You tackled ghostface to the ground. Tying to take away the knife. But ghostface had a strong grip on the knife. His other hand moved fast punching you square in the jaw before yelling in pain when Walle moved from his grip from the leg to ghostfaces arm. His head moving from left and right. Making ghostface cry out even more.
Tara moved around the room her eyes finally finding what she was looking for. The pocket knife that she had hidden in between the cushions of the couch. Sam had ran back into the room with the knife block in her hands.
Ghostface had been successful in punching you hard right on the chest. The punch causing your vision to black out and you grip on the hand that was trying get the knife from him to loosen.
Chad had ran to ghostface and kicked ghostface hard. Hearing ghost face whimper in pain from the kick and bites he was receiving from Walle was oddly satisfying. But ut wasn't enough for ghostface to stop. Cause then the knife went down Chads thigh making him scream and fall. The knife was roughly pulled out.
Tara's eyes widen when she saw you fall. Remembering why you had Walle in first place. You're heart. When she didn't see you get up. She moved fast. But then Chad had gotten to ghostface first. Seeing Chad fall, had her bringing down the knife just as fast. Feeling the knife going through the flesh off ghostfaces arm. She pulled the knife back out before he could react. Sam coming down and hitting ghostface right in the face.
He had clearly underestimated everything. He had to get out of there. Feeling the new sense of adrenaline he used his legs, successfully kicking Sam back and Tara in the stomach. He then focused on the mutt that still had his arm in a strong grip. Using what was left of his strength to get up using his body weight to throw the mutt against shelf. And then out the door.
"Walle come!" Tara called back, Walle was hot on ghostfaces tail as he hurried out the apartment. Tara knew you would want Walle in any more danger.
You gasped from the pain you were all too familiar with. The feeling of a furry head was resting on your chest. You knew the pain would pass. You just had to tough it out. Hopefully. The feeling of warm hands cupping your cheeks made you open your eyes.
"Hey baby, the ambulance is on their way."
"I'm okay Tar-No I want them to check on you. Make sure you're a hundred percent." Tara had been scared when she saw you fall. Seeing you not moving had made her feel so, angry. She wished she had stuck her knife more into ghostface. Hearing him cry out had been so satisfying.
You looked her over and she looked okay. You moved to sit up, Tara quickly moving to help you. Walle was also by your side. Once realizing that you were indeed fine. He started sniffing around.
Tara had stayed glued to your side. Making sure you were alright. You looked at Walle, who was thankfully also fine, eyes furrowing when he kept on growling at Quinn's body. The cops and ambulance had arrived a few minutes ago. They had put Quinn's body in a body bag, but while they were doing that you took in the way Walle kept on growling at her. Walle had never liked Quinn. Not even a little bit. You could never understand why. But you didn't question it either. If Walle didn't like someone, you didn't like them either. It was simple as that.
Everyone was fine. Chad would need stitches for his wound and so did Mindy. They both had been taken in an ambulance. You had bruising but that was it. Paramedics did check up on you and they said you were fine.
You had followed Tara, her hand still gripping yours in a tight hold. Walle was close to your side as well. Growling when Ethan had shown up. Going as far as barking at him. You looked back up at Ethan. Who had a worried look on his face. Sam had questioned him but he had apparently had an alibi.
The way Walle was around him and Quinn. Made you feel on edge. Like you couldn't trust them. And you trusted Walle with out question. He had never been wrong about anyone.
What made you question stuff even more was the fact that Quinn's dad had yet to arrive. Detective Bailey had also been on the list of people Walle did not like. But Quinn was dead, although from the way Walle growled at the body bag made you believe other wise, but his daughter was dead. And he had yet to arrive, you weren't sure what had you on edge, why you were questioning a detective of all people.
"What's wrong?" Sam spoke from in front of you. Ethan was far enough where you knew he wouldn't be able to hear. Tara stood right next you, her hold on your hand never wavering.
"Walle had acted like this around other people before." You whispered. "The way he acts around Ethan, Quinn and even Quinn's dad. The way he goes into these protective stances." You looked down at Walle who was yet to look away from Ethan, he stance was one of ready to attack at the slightest movement towards you or the girls.
"What do you mean?" Sam whispered back. She had also noticed the way Walle acts around Ethan and Quinn. But she never really noticed how Walle acts around detective Bailey.
"Walle once attacked a man at the park. We were just playing fetch when he just bounced on the man. The guy was obviously scared and pissed. I had to physically hold back Walle. He had called the cops. He had yelled at me and Walle. A woman that was close by had picked up his camera. Well turns out he had some inappropriate pictures of kids. He had been there to look for his next victim. He had a three kids back in his house from what police officers later told me."
Seeing Tara's and Sam's eyes widen you continued. "Dogs can pick up wether a person is good or bad by many things, body language, their tone. Dogs are really sensitive to that kind stuff. The times he's acted like this, he's never been wrong."
The three of you looked back to where Ethan stood only to realize he was no longer there.
*
"Fuck! Easy!" Wayne yelled out in pain at his son.
Ethan was cleaning all the bites and knife wounds. But he didn't know how to properly do it. His sister was sitting behind him pacing.
"We have to call this off. I mean look at you dad! You have a huge chunk of your left calve missing. Not to fucking mention all the dna you most definitely left behind in the apartment!" Quinn argued with father.
"Shut up! We have to finish this for Richie."
"Dad are you not fucking listening?! The knife Tara stabbed you with has your dna. That damn dog tore you up like you were a fucking chew toy, the cops are looking for you!" Quinn yelled. That stupid dog had ruined all their plans.
Ethan was supposed to be the one in the apartment last night. But looking at how much pain his dad was in. He was somewhat grateful it wasn't him.
"Police freeze!!"
*
Detective Kirby had informed you and the rest of the group on what had happened. The knife Tara had stabbed ghostface was taken to test the dna. Along with blood in the apartment. When she had told you and group that the blood belonged to Detective Bailey you almost shot up to say I knew it. You didn't tho. She continued on how Quinn's body was a fake.
You looked down at Walle who looked at up at you with a look that just screamed 'I told you'. Everyone had gathered in the hospital room where Chad and Anika were sharing. Mindy had been fine where she didn't have to be admitted into the hospital.
"They were found in a theater not that long ago. Wayne Bailey and his daughter were arrested. Oh and also his son Ethan Bailey. They're motive was revenge."
Everyone stood there shocked at the revelation of who were the killers behind the masks. "Revenge? Revenge for what? What the hell did we do to them?" Tara asked, although it came out as more a demand to know.
"Richie Bailey was their sibling. Wayne Bailey's son. Don't worry they will be locked up for a long time. They killed three people and planned to kill more." Kirby tried to comfort the group. She truly hadn't seen this one coming. A detective had been a ghostface. It was a scary thought that someone with a badge had used their ways to murder people.
"What happens now?"
You were sat on a chair up against the wall. Walle laid on his stomach by your feet. Tara had sat on your lap, with no other chairs available. You had a blush on your cheeks when Mindy had looked at you with a teasing smile. Sam had also cracked a smile at you. The tension in room fading when all eyes fell on you and Tara.
They took in the way Tara fell back into your embrace. How you held her by waist in a protective way. How Tara laid her head to rest on your shoulders. The way she relaxed into your embrace. It wouldn't be long till they knew Tara tell your about her feelings.
"We each get dog like Walle." Chad joked, although he was very much serious when he got laughs in return.
They were totally getting a few more dogs.
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Hi! Hru? I love your stories. This is my first request ever/ Could you write Ethan Landry x YN, where they used to date like in highschool but one of them moved countries, maybe Ethan for his acting career and when he comes back he has a new girlfriend but never really forgot Y/N, and maybe she’s still waiting for him? I love the idea of first love never forgotten type of fic! :)
hii, i’m doing good, hope you are too! you sent me this request ages ago i’m so sorry😫 but i actually really love this little story, hope you enjoy it too<3
‘tis the damn season — jack champion
word count: 3,225 (i did not realize it was this long i’m so sorry)
pairing: jack champion x fem!reader
summary: jack and y/n broke up before he left for la, and now that he is back in his hometown for the weekend, they decide it to call it even.
based on: dorothea and ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift
WHEN JACK HAD TO MOVE OUT OF TOWN TO PERSUE HIS ACTING CAREER, HE DECIDED TO END THINGS WITH Y/N. His schedule would be too full and there wouldn’t be enough time for a long-distance relationship. Besides, he knew it wouldn’t be fair for Y/N to adjust to his agenda.
Y/N knew she was going to wait for him, and a tiny part of her hoped he would come back to her. So she waited, but the texts and calls stopped coming, and soon she realized it had been wishful thinking.
But even though Y/N was constantly telling herself she needed to move on, she couldn’t find herself to do it. Whenever a boy would ask her out, she would decline every time. She felt her friends’ judging stares throughout every rejection—they knew what she was doing, she was holding onto her hope.
Two years after Jack left, when the pictures of him with his model girlfriend invaded her timeline, she decided she had had enough. She couldn’t be hanging onto a high school relationship, so she started saying yes instead of no.
But truth to be told, she absentmindedly kept comparing every boy to Jack and obviously that was a winless fight because none of them had his shiny smile, or his cute laugh, or perfect hair, or gorgeous deep brown eyes and above all, none made her stomach flush the way the mere thought of Jack did. In short, Y/N was fooling herself into thinking she wasn’t still caught up in Jack, pretending her heart didn’t still belong to the guy she had loved at the age of sixteen.
She wondered if he ever stopped and think about her, about the times they spent together making a lark out of the misery. Y/N didn’t think so, he had new shiny friends now, why would his thoughts be on the girl from the boring town he once used to live in?
Little did she know, his thoughts always lead to her and his hometown. He loved his job, and the people he met were not that bad, but he missed the quietness, the homey feeling that the small town gave, his real friends and Y/N. God knows he tried to get over her, but the memories of him and Y/N lingered like bad perfume and he could ran only so far from them.
As soon as Jack stepped foot in his hometown again, the familiarity embraced him like an old friend. There was this warm feeling in his heart he had missed so much.
“I’m going for a walk by the beach” he told his mom, as he exited the house.
The soft sand tickled his feet and the salt air filled his nostrils as he watched the rough waves hit the shore, making a thunderous sound so pleasing he could fall asleep to it.
He remembered the times when he and Y/N would lay there, taking in the view and letting their bodies be surrounded by the peacefulness as their intertwined hands rested in the space between their bodies.
Jack saw the silhouette of a girl sitting alone and once he was close enough, his heart dropped when he recognized her profile. “Y/N?”
Her shoulders stiffened and her head raised slowly. Three emotions were painted on her face in the span of three seconds—first it was shock, then uncertainty and then realisation.
“Jack?” she asked breathlessly and the sound of her voice sent chills all over his body. It’s been four years since the last time he had heard his name coming from her sweet lips, and it felt as heartwarming as being wrapped in a cozy blanket by the fire.
“Hi… I’m back for the weekend” he smiled widely.
Her eyes dropped to focus on her favorite smile she had missed so much, the one that, even after years, was still so shiny and bright that made her insides melt.
She smiled for a few seconds, and Jack’s world lit up again. But then, something sinked in, and her face turned emotionally void. The eyes that stared back at him were cold, the kind that fogs up glasses. “I have to go to work.” her tone stung like icy skin being touched by hot water.
Jack watched her leave with an ache in his heart, feeling the coldness irradiating off her as she passed by him.
Y/N WAS GLAD THAT THERE WASN’T MUCH ACTIVITY ON THE RECORD SHOP THAT DAY. The scene at the beach left her shocked, she had imagined seeing Jack again so many times in her mind, yet the ache she had felt when he smiled at her was collosal. Did he think he could just melt her heart with that dangerous weapon he carried on his face and everything would suddenly be okay? That his excruciatingly killer grin would amend the fact that he had completely cut her off his life for four years?
What was worse was that she almost felt for it. He had caught her off guard. She never imagined he would actually come back to town. And he looked so dreamy, so Hollywood, so untouchable. The screen in where she was forced to watch his life through didn’t do him any justice. He had gotten taller, he didn’t have his cute curls anymore—instead, he had a mullet haircut that fitted him so well and made his jaw look sharper. And his shoulders and biceps? He shouldn’t be allowed to wear that black tank top he had on that day, because it showed the muscles he had gained with his intense working outs and it was pretty distracting. Unfair.
The drooling stopped when she heard the bell ring, indicating someone had just entered the shop. And in walked the superstar, with his big wide black glasses, looking magnificent. And he had the black tank top that clung to his firm chest as if it was soaked, which made Y/N sigh. You have to be strong, she said to herself.
“What are you doing here?” she asked harshly.
“I’m looking for some vinyls.” he shrugged. “Where are the ABBA albums?”
“Jeez, I don’t know, maybe on the shelf with the big A?” she rested her elbows on the counter she was sitting behind.
Jack held back a laugh “Is this how you always treat your clients? Because if then, it makes sense why this place is deserted.”
“No, this treatment is only reserved for you.” she replied with a fake smile. “And this place is always full of people. Not that you would know, because you don’t live here.”
“And the shots have been finally fired.” Jack said, putting the vinyls back in place. “You’re still mad I left town, that I left you.” he stated, getting close to her and placing his forearms on the counter, making them be eye-level.
Y/N’s eyes softened a bit. “Watching you leave had to be one of the toughest things I ever witnessed, but no. I could never ever be mad at you for following your dreams, I thought you knew that.”
He reminisced the day he told her he was leaving to LA. She had a sad smile on her face, but her eyes showed him nothing but understanding and support.
“That’s amazing, Jack. You have wanted to do this for so long, and you’re so talented. You’re going to be a stellar actor and will have lots of fans, I can picture it.”
“You think so?” he had asked with a hopeful smile, hugging her waist tightly while they sat next to each other in her bed.
“I know so.” she corrected, raising her head to make their lips brush so she could whisper, “I’ll always be your number one fan, though.”
“I love you”
“I love you too, Jack.”
“Are you still my number one fan?” Jack asked, his voice filled with nostalgia and love.
“Always.” Y/N smiled truthfully. She had watched every movie he had done, and may have shed a few tears every time he appeared on the screen. Tears of proudness from how far he had gotten and also of sadness, because she wasn’t a part of his life anymore so she couldn’t celebrate his success with him.
“Then why are you being so cold?” Jack asked, seeming genuinely lost.
“Are you really asking me that, Jack?” Y/N scoffed in disbelief. “Because you fucking stopped talking to me. You kept in touch with everyone but me, and I felt so devastated.”
“Because the more I talked to you, the more homesick I felt.” Jack confessed, looking down at their hands that were only inches away from each other. “I wanted so bad to reply to you when you reached out, I almost did every time, but I just couldn’t. It hurt too much.”
“We were best friends before we started dating, and when you cut me off your life, I lost my best friend and the boy I loved. I couldn’t move on, I felt so lonely without you.”
Jack rounded the counter and stood next to her. He wanted to pulled her into his chest and patch up the wounds with a hug. “Can we call it even for the weekend?”
“I don’t know, Jack. I don’t know if I can say goodbye to you again.” the intensity and curiosity of his eyes made her feel lightweight, and maybe that’s why the words spilled out on their own. “I still love you like the very first day.”
Jack swore he could cry from relief. She still loved him. After all those years away from each other. “God, I still love you too. You have no idea how much.”
Their foreheads were pressed together, and their lips were close enough that if they took one step forward, they would touch. “You have a girlfriend, Jack.”
Jack sighed, and cursed himself. Taking a step back, he looked her in the eyes. “We don’t have feelings for each other, I want you to know that. We are together because… I don’t know, our team says we look good on camera.”
The weight on her heart lifted, and she tried hard not to smile. “Okay, good to know.”
“Do you have a boyfriend? Or are you seeing someone?”
Y/N laughed, remembering all her date failures. “Nope”
“Have you dated someone since we broke up?” as soon as the question left his mouth, he regretted it.
“I have gone on a couple of dates, but no. I haven’t even kissed anyone- quit smiling, jackass” she poked him in the rib, making him squeak. “I’m still mad at you, but I guess we can call it even for the weekend.”
“Yeah? Will you be mine for the weekend?” Jack smirked.
Y/N gazed at his lips, totally hypnotised by them. “Rules!” she blurted out. “We need rules. No flirting, no hugging, no touching, no kissing. We are friends, okay?”
He backed her up against the counter, both arms on each side of her body, caging her in. She threw him a warning glance. “What? I’m not touching” he said innocently. “Either way, this friend thing and your rules won’t work.”
“Why? Enlighten me” Y/N frowned.
“We love each other, and we haven’t kissed in four years. Tension, babe, we can’t fight it for long”
“Those kinds of nicknames are also forbidden” Y/N said. “And speak for yourself, I’m so in control of my actions you don’t even know. I can fight the tension like a pro”
“Challenge accepted. I promise you that by the end of the weekend, when you are begging me to kiss you, I won’t mock you much”
Y/N raised on her toes, their noses almost bumping. “We both know you’ll be the one asking for that kiss first. And you’ll have to leave town defeated, cause I’m not giving in, Jack.”
Holy shit, I’m fucked, Jack thought as he stared open mouthed at the girl in front of him. Confidence was her best look and his newfound weakness.
JACK STOOD LOOKING LIKE A ZOMBIE ON THE PORCH OF HIS HOUSE, AND Y/N WAS EXACTLY HIS JUXTAPOSITION. Her eyes were a bit red, but other than that she glowed way too much for a person who was woken up at 6AM.
“What’s wrong, Hollywood? Too early for you?” Y/N joked when she arrived to the stairs of his house.
“Shut the fuck up.” he growled.
“Oh, someone’s grumpy this morning.” Y/N teased him. “Come on” she said, smiling at him as she extended her hand. “I made you brownies.”
Jack took her hand in an instant, making Y/N laugh, thinking she convinced him with the brownies. But he didn’t care about them, as long as Y/N kept smiling at him like that, he would followed her wherever she strayed.
Y/N drove the Jeep towards the beach, and Jack couldn’t even hide how mesmerised he was by the sight of the wind blowing her hair as she sang her lungs out to I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jack couldn’t help saying, making her look at him. “I’m not even flirting, I’m just stating a fact—you are so gorgeous.”
She blushed heavily and Jack smiled proudly. The fact that she still loved him felt surreal to him. “So are you, pretty boy.”
When they arrived to the isolated beach, they set a big blanket on the floor. As they ate their breakfast, they watch the sunrise unfold in front of their eyes. Once the daylight embraced them, they looked at each other and smiled softly. It was their last day together, the next day, in the morning, Jack would be going back to LA and leave her behind once again. There was sadness lingering in the air, but none of them dared to acknowledge it and ruin the beautiful mood.
“Can I hug you?” Jack asked, the need to wrap his arms around her frame was so intense that he had caught his limbs absentmindedly reaching towards her more times than he’d like to admit.
“I said no hugging” she answered, trying to sound firm, but Y/N wanted his arms around her as much as he did.
“Yeah, but this is… a friendly hug. Friendly hugs are permitted, right?”
“Sure, whatever” she nodded, and they both let the lie slide.
She tangled her arms around his waist and settled her head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeats. Jack’s head rested on the crook of her neck, his long eyelashes tickling her skin, and his long arms covered her whole back and squished her more against his frame, making her laugh.
“Look at you, already bending the rules. Next thing you know, you’ll be asking me to kiss you” Jack muttered.
Her heart stuttered, maybe he wasn’t wrong. But she was too proud to give up so she said, “In your dreams, Champion.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely in those.” he said, and Y/N felt the outline of his smile on her naked shoulder. How was she going to go back to being without his presence again?
ON THE AFTERNOON, Y/N WAS READY TO TAKE A MUCH NEEDED NAP WHEN SHE HEARD A TAP ON HER WINDOW. With a scowl, she opened it and met Jack’s brown eyes that gleamed innocently at her.
“What are you doing?” he asked entering the room stealthily. “Stop frowning so much, you’re going to get creases.”
“I would, but some asshole knocked on my window right when I was about to take a nap, which obviously put me in a bad mood.” Y/N crossed her arms on her chest, and Jack wanted to pinch her cheeks.
“Oh, so this asshole arrived on time for a nap, then“ Jack said, plopping himself in her bed.
“Are you out of your mind? You’re not sleeping on my bed, Champion.”
“Um, well, good luck trying to get me off this bed.” he said with a mischievous tone as he laid under the covers. “Come on, we can build a pillow wall if you want.”
Pillow walls never worked with them. Jack, in his sleep, would roll over them and lock his arms around her waist. And maybe that’s exactly why she agreed.
They both slept peacefully in each other’s arms, but then the morning came. Jack woke up happily at the sight of the girl he loved resting on his chest, but then it was like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped on him. He was leaving in a few hours.
He dragged himself out of the bed, left a note on her bedside table and with heavy steps he reached the window. He sneaked one last look, his heart breaking by having to leave the warmest bed he had ever known and the only girl he had truly loved behind.
JACK SCANNED HIS SURROUNDINGS ANXIOUSLY, WAITING FOR HIS GIRL TO ARRIVE TO SAY GOODBYE. He had left her a note saying that he understood if she didn’t want to go farewell him, yet a part of him hoped to see her one last time.
“Jack! Sorry, am I late? I overslept, and when I didn’t see you I started to freak out and just ran out of the house.” she spoke in between pants. Jack grinned, she was still in her pjs and looked extremely flushed.
“You arrived just in time” he assured her. She nodded, and they stayed silent for a few seconds. “I’m going to miss you.”
Y/N jumped into his arms “Me too, Jack. I love you.”
“I love you. And as much as I want to, I won’t ask you to wait.” Jack said, resting his back on the side of the car as he held Y/N in his arms.
“And I won’t ask you to stay.” she said. “But if you are ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me.”
“I’ll text you” Jack said to her. “Seriously, I’m going to text you so much, and I’m going to facetime you to show you the sets I work at, and make you practice lines with me.”
Y/N smiled in relief, and then smirked at him. “Yeah, well, as your number one fan I seriously expect those privileges.”
Jack rolled his eyes in affection before pulling a serious face. “I’m fine with being the loser.”
“What?”
He turned them around, so that she was now between the side of his car and his body. “I said, I’m fine with being the loser. Please kiss me.”
Y/N pushed him down, and years of love presented themselves in one anticipated kiss. Their lips moved as if trying to make up for the lost time, for all those years they had been concealing the overwhelming amount of mutual love they had in their bodies.
“I lost too, I said I wouldn’t give in.” she whispered breathlessly against his lips, her warm breath sent chills all over his body.
“Totally. Worth. It” Jack pecked her lips in between words, leaving her in a complete state of drunkness.
A few minutes later, the car started and Y/N watched him leave for the second time, but she was really optimistic about their relationship this time. You don’t know what you got until it’s gone, and now that they had experienced the loss, they were never letting go again.
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