#ethan landry hurt/comfort
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Hiiii!! Could you write something about a new kid that joins the core 4 and that friend group (reader and Ethan are dating btw) and Ethan like kinda finds her pretty, and readers really insecure about her looks and dosent think she’s good enough for Ethan and she’s overthinking that Ethan’s cheating on her (he is not)
can it be like Angst and end with fluff :33
Afterglow, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]
— thought this song was fitting ughhh :( i hope this is up to your expectations since i'm not used to writing scenarios like this !! <3
ethan landry x insecure girlfriend fem reader
warnings ! — self-deprecating thoughts, miscommunication, suspected cheating, petnames (love, baby, angel)
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it stung when you noticed the way ethan did a double-take when this new girl was introduced to your friend group by tara.
tara explained to the group that she was partnered up with the girl, lilith, to do an assignment and to be nice to her. she was gorgeous — basically the beauty standard — and it was clear that everyone else, including your boyfriend thought so too.
ethan was all smiles when he introduced himself and had offered to help her with getting caught up when she'd told him she was transferring to economics next semester. you frowned, feeling a lump in your throat and fiddling with your fingers in your lap.
anika's smile faded when she saw the way you'd reacted to the ordeal, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
it had been around two months now since tara introduced lilith to the group and you still felt guilty the way your stomach churned everytime you saw her. her and ethan had spent a lot of time together for the last week. unfortunately, chad was how you found out.
"yeah, she's been coming over like.. every day," he told you with a confused look. "hasn't ethan told you this?"
you felt your eyes become wet with tears and shook your head with a false smile, excusing yourself. you didn't want to accuse him of being unfaithful because you did trust him; but the fact that he hadn't told you? it was a little bit suspicious.
you sat in your bed and stared out the window, knees tucked up as you leant your face on them. tears trickled down your face as you sniffled, occasionally wiping your eyes.
if he was cheating on you — that'd be low, your one year anniversary was coming up on sunday.
you got up from your bed and walked over to the mirror, staring at your reflection. you poked and prodded at your face, frown deepening. i don't look like her, you thought. you continued to pick out all the different flaws you could see, a sick feeling in your stomach. if ethan was cheating on you, you wouldn't blame him.
you jumped as you heard a knock on your apartment door and hurried to wipe your tears. you exited your bedroom and opened the door to see your boyfriend.
ethan grinned at you and went to hug you before he paused, his brows furrowing in concern as he saw your bloodshot eyes — slightly puffy from crying.
he chewed the inside of his cheek and entered your apartment, closing the door behind him before pulling you into his chest for a hug. he gently held the back of your head, the other hand wrapping around your waist as he kissed your forehead.
"hey, why's my angel been crying, hm?" he whispered to you, his voice low and soft.
your bottom lip quivered and you took shaky breaths as you shook your head, "i'm okay."
he clicked his tongue and moved a hand to your chin, pulling your head gently to face him. he stared into your eyes for a moment as your breath hitched in your throat.
"don't lie to me, love," he shook his head with a frown and rubbed small circles into your hip with his thumb. "tell me what's bothering you."
you sighed and sniffled, pulling him over to your bedroom where you sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to you.
he nodded at your gesture and sat beside you, left hand resting on your thigh as he rubbed it gently, soothingly.
"chad told me lilith has been coming to see you a lot lately," you mumbled. you felt so horrible to accuse him of this but you needed closure.
ethan's eyes widened a little and he looked down at the ground before turning to face you, cupping your cheek. "nothing is going on between us if that's what you're getting at," he told you. there was a sincerity in his eyes that you'd never seen before.
you swallowed thickly and avoided eye contact with him. "then why didn't you tell me?" you asked softly.
you took a shaky breath inwards and let out a sob that you could no longer hold back as he waited for you to continue.
"she's pretty," you choked out, "i get it if you can't see us going forward because of her."
ethan's eyes squinted in confusion before they widened and he leant closer to your face, the hand that was on your thigh now holding one of yours.
"no, no," he shook his head with a frown. "that's not it, baby. i... i didn't want to tell you because she was helping me plan something for our anniversary."
the truth finally came out — and now you felt terrible.
ethan moved a little closer to your face, hovering above your lips now. he'd processed what you said about yourself and kissed your lips gently, mumbling against them.
"you are so gorgeous," he told you. "the only girl for me — my pretty angel."
your face grew warm as a few tears slipped from your eyes and he moved to gently kiss your eyelids, then your nose, your cheeks, your chin, your forehead and then back to your lips.
"i'm so sorry, baby. i just wanted to surprise you, i never meant for you to feel this way." he sighed and pulled you into another hug, his arms wrapped around you tightly.
you hummed and closed your eyes, whispering to him softly. "s'okay... i'm sorry for accusing you."
ethan chuckled and moved hair out of your face, tapping your nose gently with his fingertip.
"with everything you knew about it, you had a right to. i'm sorry, i know i said that already but i'll keep apologising until i know you know that i really am." he rambled for a little until you leant up and pecked him on the lips.
"i know you're sorry, eth."
THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY 😭
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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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Ethan Landry x M!Reader
A/N — this is not canon compliant, as always, requests are welcome!I listened to my sad playlist whilst making this, take that as you will.
Word Count: 698 words
Warnings — angst, slight fluff, hurt no comfort ending
Falling Behind
Ethan was your boyfriend of five years, you loved him so much, and in fact, you would do anything for him.
That was until you found out he was a serial killer.
To top that, he was killing your friend group slowly.
As average couples, it ended up to be an argument, a fight of sorts. You stormed off into your room, changing your clothes into just your boxers and a loose shirt.
It was his, and it still had him written all over it, but it was reminding you of the sweet boy you had once known.
Now? You were unsure who “Ethan Landry” was.
The argument might have broken the five years you swore up and down were the best years of your life. You sat in your bed for a second and looked at a photo of you and him, it was framed on your nightstand.
You started to tear up, you slowly reached for the frame and grabbed it, bringing it to your lap. You started to sob quietly, not wanting him to hear. He was a sweetheart, but you didn’t know if you could trust him anymore.
You hear a knock at the door, one, two, three times.
“Sweetheart, please? Can we talk about this?” he asked, almost sounding like he was pleading.
“We can talk about it if you stop killing people,” you retorted, looking back at the picture frame. You heard the door open anyways, hearing his footsteps as you wiped your tears off of your face.
You felt the bed dip beside you, but you didn’t bother looking, you were upset at him, angered by the fact that your “sweetheart” Ethan was going around and killing off your friend group. He slowly rubbed your thigh, looking at you sympathetically, but you didn’t hold eye contact with him.
“Love, please? Let’s just talk about this, I’m sorry,” he said, real emotion and sympathy in his voice. For all you knew, it could be an act, something that had malicious intent to it. Maybe he could kill you next? You had no idea how to respond to that.
“You kill our friends, then I find out, right?” you asked.
He nodded.
“And yet, you expect me not to care?” you said, anger underlying in your voice.
He looked down at his hand, slowly pulling it away, then looking back at you.
“I can’t stop now, I’m sorry,” he said, clearly upset at himself.
You sat in silence, looking at him, tears of anger and sorrow starting to slip down your face.
“Ethan, do you understand that this can ruin you and I? Five years Ethan, five years you want to throw down the drain?” you half-whispered.
He started to cry, shaking his head ‘no’. You looked at his hands as they clasped yours.
“Love, what have I told you before? I promised five years ago that I wouldn’t ever leave you,” he started.
You just looked at him, not a single thing going through your head.
You kissed him.
From what? You had no clue, but you started to kiss him softly while tears fled down your face. You felt him grip your sides as he kissed back, just as cautious, just as soft. You pulled away first and looked at him.
“I want my sweet boy back, Ethan,” you whispered to him.
“I know,” he replied.
“Give him back to me please, stop killing, please?” you asked, you didn’t want this to end, but you didn’t want him to kill anymore either.
You sat in silence until he spoke up.
“Okay, I’ll…I’ll stop,” he said. He knew he could get caught easier, but this was you, you were his handsome boy.
You kissed again, the tears being wiped away by his fingers softly as you two pulled away. You pulled him to lay down with you, letting him know to hold you. He did.
You laid there, both content.
Later you would know, he didn’t stop the killing, and you found him dead on scene, November 1st, 2023 at around 4:30 in the morning.
He was no longer yours, but you wished he had been.
There goes your sweet boy.
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Only His
Summary: Ethan’s jealousy gets the best of him and it leads to you upset and him angry at himself
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Very brief mention of blood, g!n but the reader is wearing makeup, mean!Ethan, gf!Ethan I think???, cursing angst, possessive Ethan, hurt/comfort
A/N: I have not written a fic in years literally so this probably isn’t the greatest, I am welcome to constructive feedback because I definitely need to improve. I meant this to be fluffier but it's kinda sad!!!
Ethan hated parties. He hates the smell, the loud, obnoxious music, and the number of people fucking everywhere. He loves you though, so when you begged him to go out with you, he agreed without hesitating. Now, he stood clinging onto you like a lost puppy while you talked and laughed with Chad. Ethan doesn’t understand what Chad said that was so funny that your head was thrown back and you wiped your eyes, trying not to ruin your makeup. Ethan loved your laugh, but only when he was making you laugh. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone that wasn’t him making you feel this sort of way. Chad was an all-around great guy, but his looks definitely outweighed his smarts, which was probably why he didn’t notice the death glare Ethan was sending him. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart when he realized you had barely even looked in his direction since you two arrived at the frat party.
"Need air" He mumbled into your ear, not even checking to see if you heard him as he sped away.
He wanted to kill him; he wanted to make sure Chad couldn’t even breathe in his lover's direction because you were his, not Chad’s. Thoughts of Chad taking you away from him made Ethan clench his fists together so hard that he left marks. He bumped into the dancing bodies as he gasped for air, not caring how Mindy looked at him suspiciously or that you called his name, not understanding his urgency to leave.
Finally, he ended up outside, his back pressed against the car that was parked in the driveway. He tried to slow his breathing by acknowledging the things he could see: couples making out in the grass, the full moon in the sky, the frat house flashing with bright lights, the sliver of blood on his hands from him tearing the skin with his nails, and you.
You stood on the porch, scanning the area, looking for your boyfriend. You barely heard what he said before he left so suddenly, too busy reminiscing about your childhood with Chad, the boy you had known before you could walk. You felt bad for not realizing how uncomfortable your boyfriend might have been in the crowded party.
"Oh baby," you cooed, walking up to Ethan as you saw the pout on his face.
Ethan wanted to fall into your arms and never let you go, but he couldn’t. You betrayed him, you didn’t really love him, you couldn’t love a loser like him. You deserved to be with someone as handsome and funny as Chad, not him.
"Don’t fucking touch me," Ethan said with a wobbly voice. "Shouldn’t you be all over your boyfriend Chad?" You stood in shock and confusion as your sweet boyfriend said those horrible things to you. Why was he speaking to you like that, what did you do to hurt him?
"Ethan, what are you talking about?" You held back tears as your boyfriend scoffed and looked down at you.
"Stop acting all innocent; if you want him so bad, you can have him," Ethan spat. He didn’t mean the things he was saying; he hates the idea of you leaving him for someone else, but the words wouldn’t stop until it was too late.
"Why are you being so mean?" was the only thing you could say before walking away, just wanting to be out of his sight and needing to be alone.
Fuck.
He had to ruin the only good thing he had; he wanted to go after you but couldn’t, not just yet. He was shaking as the adrenaline of the anger started to wear off, and he felt like complete shit. Ethan compared himself to his father; everything he did was something his dad had done to him, the yelling and the ignorance. He hated his father and would lose it if you hated him the same way.
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You laid curled up in your bed, your mascara running down your eyes as you cried for what seemed like forever. You loved Ethan, and you thought he loved you just as much—or more than you did. Then why did he say that to you? You wiped your tears with the tissue your roommate Anika left for you before hesitantly going to meet her girlfriend at the party. When you tossed the now black tissue in the trash, you heard a gentle knock at your door. You frowned at the door, knowing it could’ve been ghostface or your boyfriend, and in the moment, you wished and wished it was the brutal murderer. You believed that you could face ghostface before you could even look in your boyfriend's direction. The door slowly opened, and your boyfriend peeked inside, quickly walking towards you when he saw black smudges under your eyes.
"Angel," he started softly, looking into your glossy eyes for approval to sit on the bed next to you. You broke eye contact, looking anywhere but him as the tears threatened to spill. You couldn’t look at him without thinking about what happened earlier, the moment playing in your head over and over.
"I’m so so so sorry." He said, putting emphasis on the sorry, "I’m so mean to my pretty baby; I didn’t even think about my words before I spoke, and I hurt you." You wanted to stay mad at him, but the way he was fidgeting and trying to catch your eyes made you know that he meant it. Relief filled your body as you realized he didn’t hate you, that your overthinking was wrong, and that you would be in his embrace once again.
You made eye contact with him, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer. Ethan knew exactly what you wanted and moved over to the head of the bed and pulled you into his lap, cradling and slowly rocking you like a baby.
"I don’t want you to talk to me like that again," You said quietly but loud enough for Ethan to hear every word, "I thought you didn’t love me any-" Before you could finish that sentence, Ethan gently placed his lips against yours and silenced you with a kiss. When he pulled back, he stroked your cheek, and he furrowed his brows, angry at himself for making you think that God awful thought.
"Angel I will never ever stop loving you; you are mine forever, you understand?" Gazing into your eyes once again as you nodded, making sure you really understood what he meant. Maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but he needed you and he knew you needed him. You were his and his only; not Chad’s, not the frat guys that stared at you as soon as you entered the party, not anyone's but his.
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ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsession ,, nsfw !! just a reminder that this man is in fact a killer, it’s not gonna be all lovey lovey goody goody 24/7. !!
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SFW !!
ETHAN LANDRY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . would be an experience like no other. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and though he can be one of the sweetest and most thoughtful boys you’ve ever met, he often has mood swings that can scare you heavily.
easy to anger, if you say one bad joke about him, do something he doesn’t approve of or if he catches you suddenly growing distant, he throws tantrums, yelling, punching things and performing the best crocodile tears you might’ve ever seen.
he’s never had a girlfriend before, and before you he’s never even held hands with a girl; so he doesn’t know quite exactly how to love properly, and it doesn’t help that he’s quite a twisted person all together since hes, well, a serial killer.
there is no inbetween with ethan. he will hate you, or he will love you obsessively. there is no “talking stage” or “getting to know each other” with ethan. he will jump straight to the point.
if he feels you slowly cutting ties with him or that you may try to leave him; he takes extreme measures. threatening to hurt himself, your family/friends, and if it gets drastic maybe even yourself. though he has absolutely no initial intention to harm you, if he feels he must just to get you to stay with him, he will do what needs to be done. nothing too bad of course, maybe just a few cuts.
however, if you’re good to him and give him nothing but your love and affection, the both of you will practically be on cloud nine the entire relationship.
he’s always wanted a girlfriend and you’ve made his wishes come true, he can never repay you for enough.
he gets jealous quite easily, and though he does a good enough job at hiding it in the moment, he’ll get quite confrontational when it’s just the two of you.
he’ll help you study, carrying all of your books for you, your bags, your backpack, keep your phone in his pocket when you have none, anything you need help with hes there to assist.
he can still get a bit shy around you even several months into the relationship, sometimes the feeling of love and joy he gets around you too much for him to wrap his mind around.
to be frank, he sucks at flirting. when he’s not hiding behind his fake personality; a shy schoolboy, he’s typically very blunt about things, straight to the point, or he’ll avoid it all together simply because he’s never had the practice of flirting. you’d need to give him a few tips.
he’s very dorky, actually. big into all sorts of movies, comics and shows. especially horror movies, not to be cheesy but they are just something he adores.
if you’re sensitive to horror movies, it’s even better. he loves when you jump, seeing your scared face as you clutch onto him for support, or hide your face under the blanket which never fails to make him smile.
however if it’s the total opposite, and horror does nothing to you, he’ll have no problem in taking on the roll of being scared just to get closer to you and have you soothe and cradle him in your arms, hiding his face in your neck and whining about the scary jump scares or the blood being too much.
your first kiss was honestly pretty bad. he had no idea what he was doing and he kissed you like how your mom would kiss your forehead after wishing you a good day at school. it was terrible, he didn’t go for your top or bottom lip, he literally touched his lips to yours and puckered up for a few seconds.
after practicing for a little bit though, he gets the hang of it and become a decently good kisser.
going into the relationship anytime you kiss it was a little awkward, he wouldn’t touch your body or your face, just lean his head in and expecting you to do the rest. as he gets more comfortable though he eventually becomes the type to rest one hand on your cheek and the other loosely behind your back.
he loves hickeys. he likes to give them, of course he does, marking you is one of the best experiences ever in his mind, but he has such a weak spot when he’s on the receiving end. begging you for more, chest rising and falling as you suck at his most sensitive spots, small groans of arousal falling out from his plumped lips, sore from the make out session you two had just shared while his mouth hangs slightly open and brows furrowed closely together in ecstasy.
if you try to cover the hickeys he gives you, he gets a bit offended. even if it was for school or because you had to see your parents, he would never dream of hiding the dark patches you gave him, from anyone, proud to show off the fact that you loved him; and he sees no reason why you would wish to conceal them. if he notices blobs of makeup trying to wash away the love marks depending on the mood he was in he’d either a) roughly rub the concealer off with his fingers, asking you why you’re so ashamed to be with him and guilt you to death, or b) purely suffer in silence, pouting at the sight and giving you the cold shoulder. not that it would last long anyway, he hates when you don’t talk.
ethan would kill for you. he really would. whether it be some poor old woman who knocked her cart into yours by accident at the grocery or some built guy who tried flirting with you on campus; it wouldn’t be even two days before the news reports them as deceased, brutally butchered with a knife.
he loves to take notes for you, dumbing them down better than how the teacher explained so it wouldn’t be so difficult for you to understand, taking a yellow highlighter and going over the key points of the lesson and marking a few (poorly drawn) doodles.
you lost your notes? don’t worry, take his entire notebook! oh, you only needed yesterdays history notes? well, now you have his entire notebook in your possession. it’s no big deal, he’ll just make more.
joining him in econ dates from time to time are a must. he loves study dates, and anytime you attempt to have one at his or your dorm it just ends in notebooks tossed aside and his lips on yours, so your safest bet to actually get work done is to just join him in econ. holding hands under the table and watching him do his work with a concentrated face.
he’s not the richest guy around, but if you want something he’s either going to buy it assuming he can afford it, or just kill and mug some person on the street for the money. trust me, he’s tried to steal before and it didn’t go so well. theft is not something he’s good at getting away with, so he’ll just stick to murder for the time being. he’s not good at being discreet or locating the cameras.
ethans smart, he genuinely is. he’s at the top of almost all of his classes and teachers favor him, which means they favor you. he was a genius before, however ever since he got with you he’s done nothing but excel even further.
he’s so proud to have you as his partner, you’re genuinely the thing he’s most proud of. the best part of him is you. his notes app is filled to the brim about everything there is to know about you, what you like, your past hyperfixations, important information, stuff you’ve mentioned you wanted.
you are both his home and lockscreen and everytime he sees your face pop up on his phone his heart flutters a bit.
you’re pinned to the top of his messages and the only person he has notifications on for. everyone else is on silenced, and he only has a total of 4 other contacts saved that aren’t you. his dad, his sister, chad and tara. he didn’t even bother for mindy, anika or sam; and besides them he knows no one else.
he’d drop anything for you in seconds, no matter how important it was. all you have to do is ask, and god forbid if you beg him. he’d drop to his knees right there. even if he was in the middle of an important family meeting about how to continue executing the ghostface plan, if you beg him to cancel (not knowing what exactly it was he had to do anyway) or even gloss your eyes slightly to give him the illusion of tears he’s all yours for the rest of the day.
he’s extremely touch deprived and is awkward when initiating it unless it’s something like slinging his arm over your shoulder, which he never once had a problem with. you’re usually always the first to initiate hand holding and cuddles, which he’s so grateful for. he doesn’t know how to go about asking.
when you do hold hands though, he’ll literally never let you go. even if you have to leave, do something with two hands or just try to remove your hand from his; he’ll tighten his grip (not so rough that it hurts) to stop you from doing do without even noticing, so you basically have to ask him to stop holding your hand which is far more embarrassing than just letting go, but he really doesn’t even notice when he does this.
he loves the way you smell, and there has definitely been a number of times where you catch him sniffing your hair on the perfume/cologne on your neck, potentially even asking you for the name of it so he can go out and get his own to spray on his pillows and a few of his shirts.
this also applies with your shampoo and conditioner. he doesn’t primarily use the ones that you do, but he’s got the exact type stored under a cabinet so that when he’s particularly missing you he’ll use them in his locks instead of his usual kind.
sharing headphones and having a joint playlist is a must with him. you two have a collaborative playlist that you both add songs to and listen to when you’re together that ethan has just started listening to constantly now.
he doesn’t have much social media. he doesn’t have snapchat. he does have an instagram that you forced him to download just so you could send him reels but he never posts on it. he has tiktok, but he’s literally just not logged in so he doesn’t have an actual account. he does have twitch though which is what he uses the most.
he’d never let anyone hurt you, and if they do he doesn’t just get angry, he becomes furious, their death much more brutal than any past ones. their was a time where he took a stab to the shoulder after quinn charged at you with a knife as ghostface, even after ethan specifically told her not to lay a finger on you. she hadn’t planned on killing you but she wanted to get a couple hits in, which ethan was extremely against. their father later lectured the both of them about the situation.
he specifically made sure you were at the hospital with mindy when the reveal went down.
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he really wasn’t lying about being a virgin, he had no idea how the body worked and he was always way too nervous to initiate anything sexual between the two of you.
you had definitely turned him on before, his dick growing hard at the sight or thought of you; and he always wondered what it would feel like to be buried deep inside you. or to have your pretty mouth wrapped around his shaft, gagging from his length and the vibrations of your moans sending shivers down his spine.
but no words could ever do justice to how it felt the first time you slept together.
he didn’t finish as fast as you assumed he would and actually did a decent job at holding out, but he definitely didn’t break any records or anything.
he’s 100% a switch, quick to go from whining and crying out for your touch to holding you down beneath him, hand pushing your jaw upwards and fingers carefully wrapped around you neck as he takes everything he wants and more; those are on his most aggressive days.
he loves receiving head more than he likes to give, but if you ask him he’s definitely eager to please you. he’s just nervous he’s not doing well, and to be quite honest he’s not the greatest at picking up your body language at what you’re enjoying and what you’re not unless you really make it noticeable.
one of his favorite things is the sounds you make. he absolutely hates it when you try to silence or muffle your noises, making sure to go harder or rougher so that you’re not able to even try.
he buries his head in your neck as he’s rutting into you, watching the way your body bounces around his dick and unable to stop his own sounds from falling out as his mind goes blank in ecstasy.
he’s more of a whiny and grunty type than a whimper guy, but there are definitely moments when a string of curses mixed with desperate whimpers fall from his lips.
when he’s feeling more violent and powerful, he’ll definitely take it out on you in the bedroom, pounding into you ruthlessly and breath shaking as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead, the only thing able to clear his mind is being deep inside of you.
started 08.05.23. finished 08.05.23.
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✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI
summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more
warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding
word count. 1.1k
a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao
“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.
anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.
chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.
“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.
“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”
“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.
you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.
he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.
it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.
you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.
but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.
“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.
“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.
his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.
not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.
“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.
“we’re sharing a room.”
his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.
“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”
“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.
“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.
“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”
the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.
and to make things worse, there was only one bed.
“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.
“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.
“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”
“dick,” you muttered.
“what did you say, brat?”
“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.
after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.
the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.
you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.
walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.
“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.
“at least give me a pillow.”
“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.
you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.
"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.
"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.
before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.
"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."
it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.
you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.
"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.
"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.
"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."
you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.
"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.
"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."
flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"
it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.
"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"
"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.
ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.
"i'm in love with you, god damnit."
before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.
you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.
“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”
you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.
you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.
“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.
“fuck, y/n.”
“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.
ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.
his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.
he was big.
“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.
you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.
leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.
‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.
“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.
after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.
“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.
“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”
you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.
you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.
“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”
“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.
“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.
“don’t need to beg, baby.”
with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.
ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.
“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.
using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.
“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.
“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.
“im a jerk,” he added.
“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.
“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”
“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.
“i think i love you.”
“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”
“can’t you be serious?” he joked.
“fine, i love you too.”
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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.
———
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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HE’S AT YOUR WINDOW ━ ethan landry
pairing: gf!ethan x naive!reader
warning: stalker behavior, mention of murder, ghostface call, possessiveness, manipulation
author’s note: thinking about actually write a one shot about these, what do you think ?
gf!ethan who calls you as ghostface just to scare you, while flirting with you. “tell me sweetheart, do you have a boyfriend ?” “n-no” “no ? what a shame, such a pretty one you are, but i guess that means that i have you all to myself”
gf!ethan who rassures you after you came crying to him about a scary call you receive last night, “shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, i won’t let anything hurt you, y/n” and that was true.
gf!ethan who calls you again right after murdering that frat boy you were dancing and flirting with at a party, “now y/n, you’ve been really bad. you do know that nobody is allowed to touch you besides me, right ? so why did you do that, uh ? letting him rest his dirty hands on your pretty hips” that night, you receive a box right in front your door, in which you found your flirt's severed hands full of blood.
gf!ethan who make sure that you were not there during the attacks, except for the appartement one where he make sure not to hurt you.
gf!ethan who send you pictures of you changing in your room from your window, only in your underwear. “what a cute pair, did you wear these for me, sweet thing ?”
gf!ethan who continues to scare you because every time, you came to him for comfort, the shy dorky guy, it gives him opportunity to be alone with you. he proposes you to stay the night at his, or him to stay at your apartment. “hey, sweetheart, no need to cry, you’re safe with me, okay ?” “do you want me to stay the night with you ?” “yes please, i don’t wanna be alone”
gf!ethan who is sick of mindy’s accusations, but god, you looked so cute defending him over and over. “mindy, stop it, it could never be ethan, he's always with me to comfort and protect me whenever i get a call” “i’m sorry that mindy is giving you a harsh time” “it’s okay, besides, she’s right, it could be anyone” “yeah, but not you, though” oh, how naive you were.
gf!ethan who follows you home to make sure you’re safe. making sure no one tried to touch you.
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dark!ethan taking his anger out on you after the apartment killings?
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“they don’t trust me,” ethan says, jaw clenched and eyes closed. his hold on your wrist is painful, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillow beneath your head.
“e,” you whimper, tears skipping down your face, “slow down.”
his pace is brutal, fueled by the anger of being doubted. he was on edge, straight faced and tense as he pushed his way into your bedroom. you tried to be understanding, sliding into bed with him to calm and comfort him and yourself after such a traumatic night but he seemed to have other plans, none of which involved your comfort or pleasure.
he treated you like a doll, painfully shoving your thighs apart with his, pushing himself into you without the usual caring preparation. the first pumps were dry and agonizing, leaving you trembling as he persisted anyway, leaning up to dribble spit where your bodies met. you lifted your arms, trying to scoot upwards and create some sort of distance but he hadn’t let you, instead he wrapped his hands around your wrists and held them in the position they are in now.
“I’ve done nothing to deserve this,” he lightly shook his head, “nothing. fuck, you’re so tight.” he connected your lips, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, “you trust me, don’t you? you know I’d never hurt anyone, right baby?”
your glassy eyes stared up at him and you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. he pursed his lips, an extra harsh thrust taking the air from your lungs, “right?”
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Ghostface!Ethan Landry x female! reader
Warning: NSFW | blood kink, p in v sex, period sex so it's just very messy, fingering (f. receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of murder
Summary: you were sobbing because of the cramps, it was absolutely horrible and the pain meds weren't working either and Ethan had heard that... sex helps so he's gotta try it out right? To help his love.
Ethan couldn't help but be just a tad bit turned on by the tears that were falling from your eyes. It reminded him of the tears of his victims. Their cries and begging of him not to push in the knife deeper. But this was different.
You weren't a victim but his lover. And he wasn't the reason behind your tears, your period was. The cramp in your stomach felt like World War Three was happening. No amount of meds had helped, you called him as a last resort. Hoping to find comfort in his presence.
You were in his arms, your tears and snot smeared onto his black t-shirt he wore. You face buried into his chest. "It hurts so bad Ethan!" you choke out. His hand was rubbing your back.
"It's gonna be okay, love," he whispers near your ear, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "Please stop crying, babe, I am here," he adds. He bit his lower lip in thought, complementing if he should say it or not.
But as another sob wrecked your body. Fuck it, he thought.
"Orgasms help with cramps," he mutter, "We should try it, sweetheart." Your eye brimmed with tears glance at him. Trying to see if he's serious. You weren't against it. Ready to do anything for the pain to go.
"What about the mess?" You asked. "I would clean everything up," he whispered, sweetly, his eyes assuring you, "I wanna help, I hate that you're crying." He didn't hate it but he didn't like it you were in pain either, he would much prefer that you cried because of his cock instead.
So here you are now. Laid down on the bed, your legs spread for him. He swallows at the sight of blood gushing out of your pussy, your folds red and it looked beautiful to him, a different sight than your usual pink cunt. He felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants.
He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on you instead of his leaking cock. He leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My fingers first, okay? Tell me if anything is wrong," he whispered to you and pressed a wet kiss to your neck.
He leaned back, your legs wrapped around his torso. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing small circles. A whimper escapes your lips. He goes even faster. Before one finger of his enters your blood-soaked slit. The sensation was so different than sliding in your cunt slick with your juices. It felt better somehow.
He pumps one finger in and out, knowing how sensitive your wall are right now. All the while his thumb is still working onto your clit. His free hand was on your thigh, his nails digging in as his patience became thin. You let out soft sighs of pleasure.
"Another?" He prodes, and you nod. Now taking two of his fingers like a good girl. He found your spongy spot, making you clench around his fingers, more blood oozing out onto his digits and the sheets. He closed his eyes at the sight. It was too much for him. Being painted by your blood, his thoughts were nothing but of sin.
"You okay, Ethan?" You asked, "It's fine if you don't- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence as his fingers begin to move even faster, his fingertips pressing into the spongy spot. He added a third finger and was completely stretching your pussy with his thick digits. "It's fine," he said, he leaned down, repositioning himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips to your bloody clit. "Ethan!" You yelp, half in shock but half in pleasure as his mouth sucks the clit and his fingers message your walls.
He just gives you a smirk as his tongue flicker across your clit, licking the blood away and stimulating the bud. Your hand goes to his hair as you moan loudly. The pain of your cramp is at the back of your mind now.
"You taste good," he remarks, as he pulls his fingers out. "You can take me, right?" He asked, he pressed a few kisses to your inner thigh. "Right, babe?" He asked again when you don't answer.
You nod in answer and he gives you such a giddy grin. He opens your legs wider as he was on top of you now. His forehead pressed against yours.
"I'll go slow, I promise," he whispered before he pushed in without a warning. You let out a moan. Your hands on his back, pulling him close as your nails digged into his flesh from the suddenness of being filled.
More blood gushed out, staining the sheets. He loved how it felt, the fact his cock was covered in blood. Just like his fingers were. The blood on the digits were now dry so he didn't hesitate to hold your jaw, a bit firmly, to keep your head in place so you couldn't muffle your sounds into the pillow.
He pressed several kisses along your face, kissing your tears away, the tip of his tongue now licking away the tear stains on your cheek. The salt of the tears wasn't the same taste as the salt of blood but he loved the taste all the same.
"You feel so good," he groans as he takes inches of his length out of your inviting warmth and then pushes back. "You're all mine," he whines as he moves back and forth like this. His free hand goes under your ass, and he squeezed the flesh.
His lips find the spot just below your ear, the one that makes you squeeze his length when he sucks on the skin. You moan, your nails now scratching his back, painting his skin with those long angry red marks he adores seeing on the mirror.
His nails dig into your ass as his pace gets a bit faster. His tip hitting your g-spot again and again until you feel the coil around your stomach. Your cramps long forgotten. "Cl- close," you whine. He pressed a kiss on the hickey he made and thrusts faster inside you. His hand that was gripping your jaw in place finds itself wrapped into the sheets as he gets even faster. Both of you moaning your pleasure near each other ears. An endless loop until you both snap together. Your cunt milking his length as thick white ropes of cum fills you.
He pulls out, and grins at you. His brown curls sticking on his forehead. "Told you it would help," he whispers and pressed a kiss onto your lips.
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im obsessed jealous / possessive / overprotective ethan landry i just know he would fight for your honor if a guy disrespected you
"Slut!", Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]
— omggg possessive / overprotective ethan is so hot im ajndjdnd, thank you for this anon
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overprotective / possessive ethan landry x fem reader
warnings ! — slut-shaming, misogyny, name calling (slut, whore etc.), reader is drunk and guys try to come onto her, doesn't follow scream 6 timeline (not the same frat party)
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all you wanted was a fun night out at this stupid frat party with your friends. you'd dolled yourself up all nice and pretty, wearing a little dress that complimented your figure and skin colour. you'd done your hair and makeup too, happy with how you looked.
ethan knew you were going to the party and he was hesitant on letting you go without him but he had an assignment to work on and he knew you'd be safe with your friends — he thought you'd be safe with your friends.
you were having fun — at first, anyway. you'd had a few drinks and were dancing with your friends before they'd left and stranded you there. you shrugged it off, too drunk to be so concerned about the issue and instead stumbled back into the kitchen where there was a group of boys from the college hockey team.
"hey," one of them greeted as you walked in and you nodded but tried to mind your business. a couple of the others wolf whistled and in your intoxicated state you grew flustered, continuing to poor another drink.
they left you alone for the most part, just whispering to one another as you swirled your drink in your hand and took small sips.
eventually, you grew bored and made your way towards the front door — oblivious to the same group of boys following you to the front. you stumbled down the front porch, holding the rail to stay steady as you carried yourself down the steps. you began to walk down the street, humming to yourself before one of the boys grabbed your shoulders and spun you around causing you to shriek.
they laughed and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
"hey, why are ya walking home by yourself?" the tallest of them asked as he smiled at you. it wasn't a nice smile like that of your boyfriend's — it made you uncomfortable.
you swallowed, feeling bile rise up in your throat. you had a bad feeling about this. you panicked but figured there was an easy way out of this situation — but you needed to go on your phone without looking suspicious.
desperate times call for desperate measures so you pushed your pride to the side and flirted a little.
you batted your eyes up at the boy, speaking in the sweetest possible voice you could muster. "can i help you?" you asked.
he looked you up and down, chuckling as he licked his teeth. "yeah, how 'bout you come home with me, huh?"
your heartbeat quickened in your chest but you played along, hoping to gods your plan would work. "i'd love to... but i can't tonight," you feigned sadness and pouted a little. "could i have your number though?"
the boy clenched his jaw but laughed again with a nod, "sure. 'course you can, sweet thing."
you cringed at the petname but pulled your phone out. as he told you his number, you smiled sweetly and typed on your phone — instead of typing in his number though, you texted ethan your location with just the words 'help please'.
"thank you so much!" you told him as his friends whistled. he stepped a little closer and reached a hand up to touch your cheek.
you stepped back as a reflex, eyes widening. he furrowed his brows and stepped toward you again. "you sure you can't come with me? bet you've been around, huh? a slut like you would probably enjoy being passed around between us."
you felt sick to your stomach, not having any response. you clutched your phone and purse a little tighter, taking deep breaths.
"i'm sure, i have to get back home." you smiled at him but it didn't reach your eyes. although you said this, he just kept pushing.
"you filthy whore, probably going to hook up with someone else tonight. is that right, hon?"
your hands shook as you held your bag close and continued walking backwards slowly, you shook your head. "no, i'm not..." you mumbled.
you let out a yelp when you walked backwards into a solid chest, tears finally escaping your eyes in relief when you realised it was ethan. he pulled you back gently by your waist and stood in front of you.
"keep your hands to yourself, buddy," ethan sneered as he held one of your hands behind his back.
the boy who had come onto you scoffed and looked ethan up and down. "ethan landry, huh? d'you know your bitch was all dressed up and comin' on to me and the team tonight?"
ethan was livid. he knew you hadn't done any such thing — you wouldn't do any such thing and that was evident based on the message you'd sent him.
"what the fuck did you just call my girlfriend?" ethan questioned, his eyes squinted as he stepped towards the other boy.
"you heard me."
ethan clenched his jaw and ground his teeth together, his hand balling up into a fist. he was so ready to knock teeth out of this asshole's mouth — but he took a breath as you placed a gentle hand on his.
"eth.. i just wanna go home," you told him. your head was down and your body was shaking.
he nodded, taking one last glance at the team and flipping them off before he walked away with you. he held an arm around your waist and kissed your temple softly.
"you okay, baby?" he asked, his eyes glazing over with concern.
you leant in to hug him and inhaled his cologne, feeling much safer now that your boyfriend was with you.
"mhm, i am now."
PART 2 MAYBE?? this took so long for me to finish i'm so sorry 😭
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Scream
GUILT: Ethan Landry x fem!reader
Summary: He never meant to hurt her - but he did...
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: SPOILERS! (for Scream 6), mentioned death and blood, swearing
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The sudden, worried shout of her name following with Chad's made her finally look up. Up until that very moment she was just sitting at the back of the ambulance with an orange blanket on her back, looking at the ground and not daring to look up. She couldn't look anyone in the eye. She couldn't look Mindy in the eye, fearing that the guilt will get to the surface and she'll start to cry.
Realizing who called out her name, she looked up and swallowed. The moment their eyes met and she found something close to sympathy in his gaze, she got really close to the edge of crying. Her throat felt dry and she knew that if she opens her mouth the tears will start to fall.
She didn't have the time to decide if she wants to stand up and walk up to her lover, hoping she'll find some comfort in him or if she wants to stay where she's currently sitting and hope that the ground will swallow her whole. She didn't have the time to make that decision, because Chad, like the protective brother he is, walked up to Ethan, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt in anger.
"Where were you?"
"Where- what?" Ethan's voice was full of confusion as he was pushed very close to a car.
"Last night!" Chad continued and judging by the sound of his voice, he was losing his patience.
"What- I-I had econ. You know this."
"Bullshit man!" his grip on Ethan's shirt tightened and he pushed him back, this time Ethan's back collided with the car. "You disappear and my sister almost gets killed!"
"Dude, I was in a study hall with a hundred other people. You can ask any of them."
"It's fine, Chad. Let him go. Please..." she spoke up as she climbed out of the ambulance. Both her voice and legs felt shaky. She wiped away the tear that managed to escape with the back of her hand.
"Fuck, man." Chad muttered, but let him go regardless. He didn't bother to apologize or make sure he's okay - in her eyes that was understandable. If something this kind of fucked up happened to her sister she'd be mad as well.
"I had econ!" Ethan repeated, as if he'd manage to buy anyone's trust with that sentence after the crazy night they've been through.
She stopped in front of him, not looking at his face as she bit her lower lip. She felt the muscles in her face moving as she tried to swallow down her feeling. Her gaze was on his shirt, on the part where Chad grabbed it and instead of trying to say something she just straightened the material, doing her best to make the wrinkles disappear.
"Hey- hey..." the gentle tone of his voice and the way his fingers lightly touched her chin made her look up. "Are you okay, gorgeous?"
And then no matter how hard she was biting her lip, the dam broke. The very simple question of 'are you okay' made her realize how not okay she was, how much the damn guilt made her heart heavy and the tears started to fall. And they didn't want to stop.
He hugged her, letting her hide her face in the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"You're okay now, darling. It's okay."
"It's not." she mumbled, still hiding her face, breathing in his cologne, trying to hold onto something comforting and familiar. "It's not okay- Anika... She's dead, because I- couldn't hold her..."
He pushed her back a little, adjusting the blanket on her as he tried to wipe away her tears.
"God, Ethan- I feel like I killed her."
The way she said it, the pain in her voice made him stop his movements. It made him freeze and look at her, like really look at her, examining her every gesture.
"Don't be silly, I'm sure you've done nothing wrong."
"But I couldn't hold her... I was holding her hand and then I just couldn't- Everything was sticky and slippery because of the blood a-and."
Ethan looked at her like he's seeing her for the very first time, like she's a complete stranger. She never cried like this, never spoke like this... And she sure as Hell never looked this hurt.
"Look at me, darling." he said as he held her hand, brushing his fingertips against the back of her hand, making sure there was no scar on her. Making sure he didn't accidentally hurt her. "Look at me... This is not your fault, okay? I'm sure you've done everything you could. You can't blame yourself for something that you couldn't control."
He didn't let go of her hand until she nodded in agreement.
"I can't look Mindy in the eye..." she admitted quietly.
"You have nothing to worry about. I'm sure she knows it wasn't your fault."
"And if she-"
"Then she's a horrible friend."
He kissed her forehead and let go of her hands, only then noticing how a few drops of blood are still visible on her skin.
"You can stay at my place, all right?"
She nodded and took a deep breath. "All right."
Ethan hugged her again, this time his grip on her tightened as his hands stroked her back or played with her hair. He took in the way she smelled, felt and loved.
For the first time since forever he felt his chest become heavy with guilt and pain as those two feelings created the long lost regret. He never meant to hurt her.
And God, even if he did, it couldn't live up to the realization that when - not if, when - she figures out the truth, she'll never forgive him for making her feel like a murderer. She will never be able to forgive him, even if she wants to.
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╰┈➤ Ethan Landry x female reader
╰┈➤ Warnings; mentions of sexual harassment, cursing, angst turned to fluff, making out, ghostface! au, unedited
╰┈➤Summary: Ethan breaks up with you, and a couple of months later sees another guy trying to make moves on you - spoiler warning, it does not go well.
╰┈➤ Word count: 2,475k
╰┈➤ Part two
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Hand pulling hand, giggles bounced off the brick walls surrounding the pair. They've done this before, many times, but this time it was different. Something was wrong. The lack of a spark in his eyes told her so, now it was replaced with a darkness. His laugh wasn't as hearty and carefree as all the other times, and his eyes didn't gravitate to hers as she spoke.
His footsteps came to a slow stop, her hand being tugged backwards. She looked back, expecting that big, toothy smile, but was met with none. Her own slowly dropped.
"Eth? What is it?" She asked, breath heavy and heart thumping.
"I don't know if this is a good idea..."
One brow arched as she looked at him confused, eyes quietly asking him to elaborate. This was new, unusual. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what he meant as her hand rose to his shoulder in concern.
The soft material under the pads of her fingertips brought a form of comfort to her, but that sad look in his eyes didn't evaporate at her touch.
"You know what I mean," He spoke after a moment, heaving a heavy breath, "Us. This isn't working out." He shook his head, thick locks of hair bouncing softly, as he cast his gaze to the side, avoiding the pain he knew he was beginning to cause.
A sigh escaped her lips, her teeth clenched with vigour as she looked up to avoid spilling any tears. This wasn't happening. He can't do this to me. She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, a chill going down her spine as she thought, "Why are you doing this?"
"We both know this isn't working. It'll only end in us bothgetting hurt," He paused, inhaling deeply, "I don't love you."
She looked back to him, this time met with a hard and cold stare rather than the loving, teeth-rotting sweet look in his chocolatey eyes, as he removed his hand from hers. "W-what do you mean? Just two days ago you were on about how you can't stand being away from me!" She shouted, her blood pumping from her heart, up her spine and to her head at a furious pace, "What happened? What changed your mind?"
Ethan shook his head, looking away as he bit on his cheek to hold back a smirk, ignoring the way his hands trembled lightly; not from fear, but from the nerves. At least that's what he told himself. Looking back up, that smirk was quickly wiped away as he saw the look in her eyes, the pain. She was trying to hold it all back, the pain and the anger and confusion all battling together as they fought to swim up to the surface.
"Why are you doing this Eth?"
"I have to. It's best if we stop whatever this is."
"How do you know? Are you really thinking about what's best for me?" She asked, tilting her head gently to the side, trying to catch his gaze. She didn't want them to end.
"Stop making this so difficult! I am doing what is best for me!" He shouted, hands drifting up to point at his chest, the abruptness of his movements almost causing him to hit her, "I don't give a fuck about what you want! Okay? This is over, we are over." He ended his speech in a gentler tone, eyes boring deep into her own with a certain coldness she'd never seen before - not from him anyway.
Tears quickly teased at her eyes, glassing over and blurring her vision as she took a shaky breath. With no words, she nodded her head and pushed past him, walking back towards the busy streets, "Y/n! Wait!" She could hear his voice shouting, but she ignored it, "Come back!" Continuing to walk away, she blended in with the crowds before he had the chance to catch up to her.
She reached the house party Tara had told her about within 20 minutes. Her legs led her up the short flight of stairs, tear stains smudging the carefully put on mascara and eyeliner. She received a bunch of looks - at first confused, but people were quick to remember what day it was. Halloween. She trudged through the sea of sweaty bodies, small sobs fighting to escape her throat.
There stood an island in the kitchen, full of red cups and bottles of different kinds of alcohol scattered all over, some empty some full. Carefully, she poured herself a drink, taking a sip as Tara approached her, eyebrows scrunched in concern.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Her voice, filled with worry, asked as the shorter girl stared at Y/n.
"Yeah I'm all good." Y/n nodded her head, sending a small smile before continuing to drink, chugging the vodka as if her life depended on it. In some way it did, as the pain of a heartbreak cursed through her body, head to toe.
This became a daily occurrence. She wasn't at parties 24/7, but she was drinking. She was drinking so much she felt invincible against all hangovers. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks, and weeks soon turned into two months. Ethan would always be there, watching silently as her personality diminished, became something else. She was transforming like a butterfly, yet her wings seemed to be clipped. It pained him to watch this, but there was nothing he could do, or would do.
Until the Christmas party.
It wasn't the traditional friends gathering. No, it was yet another frat party, with a dress theme - Christmas movies. Chad had convinced Ethan to join the core four and Anika, all dressing as characters from Elf - Chad being the main character - to nobody's surprise. But Tara seemed to like that. The group knew they had something going on, but nobody dared to say a thing. Ethan himself was dressed as Walter, and the two roommates stuck close to each others sides, play fighting and downing shots over and over, until a light buzz struck Ethan's head, until Chad had disappeared into the crowds.
Ethan walked around, stumbling past and bumping into people, muttering apologies under his breath. At some point along his journey, he forgot what he was even doing. His feet were moving on their own accord.
And then he came to a halt, his gaze setting on her. She was swaying to the beat of the music, hair flowing, head moving from side to side as she enjoyed the music with a red cup in her hand. Pink and blue hues mixed across her skin and hair, making it seem as though she was the only one there. In other words, she was feeling herself. A small smile tugged at his lips, momentarily forgetting that Ethan couldn't have her any longer.
He begun to move again, this time dancing his way through the crowd, eyes set on one person only. She was dressed in a mini red dress, white fluff coating the edges of it, a Santa hat loosely hanging on her head. She was dancing around with another girl, one from Ethan's class. That was until a tall man approached her, his hands gliding down her shoulders, to her waist, giving a gentle squeeze. His chest pressed against her back as he began to grind on her, either being blind to her attempts at pushing him away, or being ignorant, his lips planting harsh kisses to her neck.
Then, his hands went further down, to her hips before she turned around, planting a harsh slap across his face, a frown gracing her beautiful features. Her shout echoed, but was quickly deafened by the music.
That was Ethan's last straw.
Aggressively, he pushed past people. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, and in a fit of rage, upon closing the distance between himself and the scumbag, Ethan gripped him by the neck and shoved him away. A gasp left Y/n's lips as she turned around, feeling cold air attacking her skin as the stranger was ripped away. Her eyes widened as she saw Ethan going in for the hit, lunging at the guy with his fist, knocking him to the ground.
Her heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine. Her lips parted in a silent cry as Ethan's foot made contact with the stranger's stomach, once, then twice and thrice. She gripped his arm and pulled, hauling him away from the scene and to the entrance of the house.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She screeched at the top of her voice, stomping down the flight of stairs. The cold air hit her like a brick, and she was thankful for having a puffed up jacket.
"What am I doing?! That bastard had his hands all over you!" Ethan shouted back, rolling his shoulders before rolling the sleeves of his blazer up, "I'm going back in there, and I'm gonna fuck him up." Ethan seethed out, the cold being nothing compared to the rage he felt as his mind flashed the images.
Y/n smiled, her rage overcoming her as tears pooled in her eyes.
"What do you think you're doing huh? You left me! So don't go around trying to fucking fight for me!" She shouted, coming closer to the male, her hands rising to push at his chest.
Goosebumps decorated the skin of his forearms at her touch, he gritted his teeth and stared right into her eyes. His heart fell at the tears that she spilled. He never wished to see her like this.
"I am trying to forget you, Ethan. So fuck off." She said, emphasising the words 'fuck' and 'off' through gritted teeth, jabbing him in the chest. They made eye contact, which turned into more of a staring contest as one waited for the other to back down.
She wasn't having it, and decided she won when Ethan's posture slightly faltered.
"Good." She said and whipped around, her hair slapping him in the face as she began to ascend the stairs, wishing to return to the warmth of the house. A warm hand gripped her bicep before she could take more than three steps, pulling her backwards, and making her heart skip a beat.
"Ethan what the fuck-" A kiss cut her off, his hands coming up to cup her face. She made a small attempt to move away, but one of his hands moved to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His lips pleaded with hers, but received no reciprocation of the kiss. She was as still as a statue.
He pulled away with a sigh, leaning his forehead against hers as his eyes cast down. She waited patiently, lips pursed into a fine line as her heart beat rapidly and tears dripped down her cheeks.
Looking up, Ethan's heart broke at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Hold her. Kiss her, "I'm sorry." He whispered, maintaining eye contact as she hiccupped. She nodded her head, but said nothing in return, remaining silent. The only thing they could hear was the blasting of music from within the house, their hearts beating in sync as the two thought.
"This isn't gonna work, Eth..." Muttering, she pulled away, gulping down her pain. Ethan's heart rate picked up at the sweet nickname - one he hadn't heard in what felt like decades. He shook his head, his hands moving from her face and neck down to her crossed arms. He gave them a gentle squeeze, eyes searching hers for any sort of hope.
"Please... I made a mistake. Please take me back," He pleaded, eyes frantically moving as he tried to connect with her. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, shaking her head in denial, "Please I will do anything love."
"Ethan. Step away. I'm not doing this tonight." She muttered, hand moving to wipe some stray tears away.
"No, I'm not letting you go. I can't stand the thought of a frat boy being with you, touching you - please."
"You let me go before, you haven't done a single thing to get me back. Ever." She said calmly, gently gripping his hands and removing them from her shoulders, "Goodbye Ethan."
And with that, she began walking back inside, not daring to look at the one person she loved most, the one that betrayed her. But what she wasn't expecting was him running after her, spinning and pinning her against the doorframe, caging her between the doorframe and himself.
Eyes wide, she tried to push him away, but his hand had moved to pin her wrists too. His free hand stroked her chin, tilting it upwards so they could meet eyes, "I'm not letting you go." He murmured softly, voice velvety and smooth as his eyes searched hers, for some kind of softness.
She said nothing, only gazing at him, lips parted in a silent 'oh' as her thoughts were running at top speed. What is this?
"Couldn't you have done this much, much earlier?" She asked softly, her eyes looking back and forth between his pleading puppy eyes and his parted lips, his tongue poked out for a second to glide over them in anticipation. He knew what she wanted and he would do anything to give it to her.
With that thought, he slowly neared her lips, "Can I?", he asked, looking to her eyes for permission. She gave the faintest nod of her head before their lips connected, Ethan's hands travelling downwards to caress her cheek. He let out a quiet groan, loving the way their lips fit so well together, the way her face fit right into his palms, how soft her lips were - he missed this feeling so bad.
Their lips moved in sync, so used to each others presence and movements, but neither wished to separate, until Y/n pulled away to catch some air, surprised as Ethan chased her lips with his own, his eyes hazed over and cheeks flushed with a pink tint. His thumb glided over her lower lip, pulling at it gently before letting go. He cleared his throat and moved slightly away, but Y/n followed, not ready to separate yet.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this..." She whispered softly, eyes searching his own.
Chuckling, Ethan nodded his head and twirled a strand of her hair in his fingers, "Yeah? Me too."
"Kiss me more then." Y/n smiled, latching her arms around his neck as she tiptoed, earning another chuckle before their lips connected again, both students grinning from ear to ear.
"Get a room!" Chad drunkenly shouted from behind, and the two broke away and ran giggling, hand in hand.
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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | iii.
Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.
Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
"Where the hell were you last night?"
You gasp as Chad slams Ethan against a tree harshly.
"I-I had a family emergency," the brunette stammers, chestnut eyes rounding as they bounce between Chad and the group. "You can check the hospital’s visitor’s log. That’s where I was."
Chad’s jaw clenches, his grip on Ethan’s lapels tightening. "Bullshit, man," he rumbles. "You disappear and my friend gets hurt."
You heave out a weary sigh, rubbing your aching eyes. You didn’t sleep a wink last night. Still, there’s one thing you’re clear-minded about.
The emergency meeting Mindy called outdoors wasn’t supposed to be about turning on each other.
A frown carves your brow as you rise from the bench and make your way to your friend. You put a hand on Chad’s shoulder. Despite still having Ethan in half a chokehold, he eases under your touch.
"Chad, come on," you coax him, your tone soft. "Ethan wouldn’t." You turn to the rest of your group.
Tara’s expression is skeptical. Quinn looks puzzled. Anika carries an air of caution.
And Mindy…her gaze is narrowed in suspicion as she gauges Ethan from her spot a few feet away. You lick your lips and argue, "Besides, you said you guys vetted both him and Quinn, right?"
Chad gives Ethan one long harsh stare before releasing him.
"True," he says.
Ethan staggers back, a careful eye trained on his roommate.
The breath confined in your lungs flows out in relief.
Mindy hums, her expression unchanged as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Doesn’t matter. Everyone’s a suspect," she maintains. When Ethan brushes past her, she shoves him away. "Get your Ghostface ass away from me, Ghostface."
A dejected Ethan finds a seat on the bench opposite Tara and Chad. You go sit near him. As your fingers graze his arm in an attempt to comfort him, Ethan startles, his eyes enlarging at your actions.
"I’m sorry about this," you mumble. In the background, Mindy gets engulfed in an impassioned spiel regarding how to survive horror films. It’s almost like she’s waited her entire life for this moment. You only grant her half an ear, your mind still plagued by the horror of last night. If it weren’t for Mindy dragging you out of bed this morning, you’re convinced it’s where you’d still be…nestled in the safety of your blankets and stuffed animals. "We’re all a little on edge."
Ethan gives a lopsided, bashful smile.
"It’s okay. I’m new to the friend group." His thick dark brows collide into each other as hesitation flutters on his boyish face. He points at himself and stutters, "A-Am I in the friend group?"
A bright smile unfurls on your face with ease. You squeeze his arm in reassurance as his bewildered gaze remains glued to you.
"Yes you are, Ethan."
The memorial held in Connor's honor flies by in a blur, as you're too shell-shocked to register most of what's going on.
After a mere few minutes of attendance, you flee back to your dorm, discomfort stirring in your gut beneath the suspicious glares of other students.
Not very many people encounter one of the infamous killer's incarnations and live to tell the tale.
It's pandemonium on campus, panic permeating the air now that Ghostface has returned…and not even in Woodsboro, but right here at Blackmore university.
The rest of the week is worse, hollow and strange. You find yourself questioning the reality of the gruesome scene you witnessed.
And each time you close your eyes, you relive it. Each time you're transported back to that night. You're shivering on the cold cobblestones, still damp from the afternoon rain, face warm with splatters of Connor's blood.
Prey awaiting your fate.
If it weren't for Mindy and the others, you might have gone insane.
While the dean advised you to go to counseling, you can't bring yourself to do it. At least not yet. All of it is too fresh. Talking about it terrifies you, so you burrow yourself in denial.
And there's also the guilt gnawing at you everyday. You did nothing.
You cowered, weak and pathetic, while a boy got murdered a few feet away from you.
It doesn't matter how many times Tara tries to cheer you up about it, reassuring you that you reacted as best you could, a scalding, immovable layer of shame coats your insides.
Still, you try to move on, reclaim a modicum of normalcy.
Connor’s dead. No amount of tears and what-ifs will bring him back.
It’s how you wind up in front of your vanity on Friday night, putting the finishing touches to your hair and makeup before you go out to meet with the cheer squad.
While you’re not too keen on going out, Alana, the team captain, insisted that you need to participate in the trust-building exercises she has planned for the night.
So you wiped your tears, rose from bed and picked one of your cutest outfits in order to comply with her wishes.
Besides, Alana has a point. A big match is around the corner and you’d resent yourself if you disturbed the pyramid, or even the synchronicity of the squad’s dance routine…all because you’re too distracted.
Cheerleading might be silly to some but to you it’s a huge part of your life, one you’re proud of. You like being part of a team. You like being surrounded by friends. You like boosting morale during matches.
You’ll never be the smartest girl in the room but you’re a damn good cheerleader at least.
As you gauge your reflection, satisfaction blooms inside you. You artfully concealed every sign of sleep deprivation.
You want to display a resilient, happy facade.
The onset of a smile unfans on your lips but the unexpected buzzing of your phone yanks your focus.
You pick it up from above the sink.
As you check your phone, your brows crumple in dismay. The number calling is unknown.
Still, you don’t mull over the weirdness and respond right away, curious who could be trying to reach you at such a late hour.
"Hello?" you greet, your tone airy.
"Hey, princess. Wanna play a game?" A guttural voice teases on the other side of the phone.
The breath stumbles in your throat. Your pulse goes haywire.
"I-It’s you," you croak, the room swirling around you as you wobble out of the bathroom.
Your clammy hand clutches the phone. Quickly you remove it from your ear, intent on calling 911 but the stranger tuts you, disapproval dripping from his gravelly timbre. "Ah, don’t even try calling the police…or I’m going to get upset. Very upset." You freeze. A raucous chuckle vibrates against your cheek. "And I don’t need to tell you the kind of things I do when I’m upset, pretty girl."
Fear echoes through your trembling voice.
"What…What do you want from me?"
He laughs again, and it’s raspier this time, playful almost.
"What do I want from you? God, you really are the sweetest thing, you know that? All soft and innocent and just clueless as fuck."
You don’t know why but his words are like a punch in the gut. You feel small, stupid. Tears bead under your lashes.
"Like, I said, princess…I want to play a game."
"I don’t want to play any game, please," you whimper, shaking your head.
He hums lowly as the clamor of your wild heartbeats fills your ears.
"Take a look at what I just sent, princess."
Dread spreads down the length of your spine. Stomach tight, you follow his instructions. You gasp. There’s a notification from an app you don’t even remember downloading at the very top of your screen.
Your quivering thumb taps the message.
A new window opens and a video starts playing.
Your hand flies to your mouth, an errant tear streaming down your face.
"They make such a cute couple, don’t they?" the killer chimes, waving his knife in front of the camera he’s using to film Mindy and Anika from afar. "Would be tragic if something was to rip them apart."
A shudder rushes through your frame, bile leaping to your throat as it seems like you might throw up any second.
Clearly he’s standing outside the window of their shared apartment, close enough to cause them harm, and taunting you with that fact.
"Please, don’t hurt them," you sob, more tears skipping down your cheeks.
He snorts. "But I don’t have to…as long as you play my little game. Or I can just end it now if you prefer."
"No! I’ll play. I’ll play, I promise."
Your swift reply draws another amused sound from him.
"Good girl," he lauds.
For a reason you can’t fathom, his tone elicits a strange tickle somewhere in your center.
His inflection deepens. "Just do everything I say and it’ll all be fine."
You nod frenetically, forgetting that he can’t see you.
"Now, lock the door and get on your bed." He pauses as if he just remembered something. "Hm, it’s great that your roommate is spending the night at her boyfriend’s, right? Gives you and I the chance for some quality time with each other, princess."
Feet shaking, you teeter to your bed, shocked that he would even know something like this.
Suddenly, you don’t feel safe in your own room anymore.
Your chest tightens.
"You see that teddy bear next to your pillow?" Your mouth drops, your gaze traveling to your stuffed bear. It’s like he’s right there with you, breath ghosting over the back of your neck. "It’s your favorite, right? I know it is because I’ve watched you for so long. You hold it close to your heart whenever you’re sad." Your shock grows, a surge of unease swelling within you. Your hand squeezes around your mouth, more tears spilling.
Calmly, the killer orders, "I need you to put Teddy at the end of the bed."
"Why?" you squeak, brows knitting in confusion.
"Because I want to get a good view of your pretty little pussy when you show it to me, silly," he sings.
Heat gathers in your cheeks. "W-What?"
"Just do as I say and don’t worry your pretty head about it," he rasps, voice softer than before.
You heed his command, collecting your bear to place it at the end of your bed.
Ice scatters in your veins. It’s probably stupid but the beady black eyes of the bear you’ve had for years, usually a source of comfort, drill holes into your skin today.
As if he were peering right into your soul…which is silly, so you discard the thought.
"Don’t hurt my friends, please."
"I won’t if you give me no reason to."
"I promise. I’ll be so good..."
A throaty sound between a moan and a sigh oozing satisfaction ripples in your ear. "That’s what I like to hear," he croons. "See, everything will be fine as long as you listen to me, princess. No need to try and think. Just be a doll and do exactly what I tell you."
Silence stretches as you shiver on your duvet.
His next words draw a tearful gasp from you.
"Lift your skirt and remove your panties."
Weeping, you do what he asks. Your fingers quake at the edge of your panties as you pull them down your legs.
"Yes. Such a good girl." His timbre is hoarse with lust. "What a cute pair, did you wear this for me, pretty girl?"
"I…" Your sentence trails off in a strangled sob as you’re unsure what answer he desires from you. You don’t want to end up blurting out the wrong thing and endangering your friends.
So you play along.
"Lie back on the bed and open your legs for me, princess."
Despite being alone in your room with only your stuffed animal as witness, you feel vulnerable as you part your thighs and expose your slit. Your center tingles as cool air hits it.
"Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Wider." Embarrassment surges within you as your lower lips are spread, displaying your wet folds. "Hm, even wider. Don’t be shy, show me everything. I want to picture what being inside you will feel like, princess."
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Grumps.
Pairing: Nongf!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
Genre/Warnings: Hurt!Sad!Crying!Ethan bc i can't get ENOUGHHH, a bit of angst I think, Cursing, Ethan beingi grumpy and sad, Cuddling, LOTS of kissing.
Summary: lol u should read it.
A/N: Helllllooo everyone! Sorry for not posting in like a week. I've been weirdly sad and lonely lately so I've been kinda lacking in my writing lately. Anyways, love you all soo much and enjoy!
You jump as the door to your dorm opens. You look up from your laid position on the couch, as Ethan walks in. m You can almost instantly tell his mood is down due to his tense look. The door slams shut as he walks in, setting his Econ textbooks and laptop on the small kitchen counter.
“Eth?" You question gently, now sitting up. You watch as he ignores you and starts looking though some draws full of junk. "Baby, what’s the matter?”
When he doesn’t answer you can only frown, now getting up fully. After searching one drawer he moves onto the next. You catch him glimpse at you slightly before saying nothing.
“Ethan-” You scramble off the couch, jogging after him. “What happened?” You ask him softly, turning him to face you.
“It’s nothing.” He mumbles, pulling his arm from your grasp and moving to the third cabinet.
“Baby, talk to me...” You follow, not keen on leaving him alone.
“It’s nothing, Y/n. Forget it.” Ethan sighs. You watch him silently, mulling over your options.
"What are you looking for..?" You ask blinking up at him. He doesn't even answer, let alone look your way. You let out a small puff of air.
“Ethan…” You mumble, hugging him, chest pressing to his back. Your hand rubs against his stomach, head leaning against his shoulder. You can feel his harsh movements of searching slow down as you hug him. "What happened?" You say softer, kissing his back.
“It’s fine.” He replies, his voice is barely audible. "I don't want to talk about it."
“Okay." You respond finally, deciding to let it be. "I'll be in my room if you need me."
The door opens, and your boyfriend peeks in slowly. He’s silent, just watching you for a moment before entering the bedroom. Eventually, Ethan pushes his way into your arms, waking you from your half asleep state.
“Hi, Eth.” You mumble as he sprawls on top of you.
He hums gently, burying his face into your neck. You smile at his warmth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“Wanna talk about it?” You ask, hand rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades.
“No, not really…” He sighs, letting himself relax.
“Alright, baby. but you know you can talk to me, right?” You whisper gently, placing soft kissing on his head.
“I know.” Ethan mumbles, closing his eyes as he relaxes.
You sit in silence, rubbing your boyfriend’s back as you think how to get him to open up to you. Ethan was often sensitive and could get emotional quickly if he was pushed too far and the last thing you wanted was to pressure him into telling you.
Ethan seemed much calmer than he was when he first came home, his eyes are closed as his head rests upon your chest. His breathing is so slow, you almost think he’s asleep. Silently you turnover, Ethan mumbling gently before rolling off of you and cuddling beside you instead.
“Are you still upset?” You ask softly.
Ethan sits in silence for a moment before responding; “yeah…” he murmurs.
“Sit up, baby.” you reply gently, moving to sit up.
Ethan opens his eyes, blinking at you before slowly sitting up; back resting against your dorm wall. You straddle his thighs, sitting comfortably in his lap.
“Talk to me.” you mumble, pressing sweet kisses all over his lips as your hands cradle his cheeks.
“It’s nothing.” Ethan pouts. He doesn’t push you away though as his hands hesitantly grab your hips to move you closer to him. You watch as his ears turn red at your movement above him.
“You’re upset. Talk to me.” you whisper, kissing his lips once more. Ethan stays silent, red sploches of blush now faintly appearing on his cheeks. He doesn’t move, letting you press soft kisses around his face for a little longer.
You smile gently, tracing your fingers along his lips, Ethan looks up at you, puppy dog eyes now in full effect. You kiss him again, for the 100th time. "Talk to me, baby." You whisper.
“Fine…” he crumbles, hands squeezing your hips a little.
“What’s wrong?” you ask him, hands playing with the back of his shirt.
“You know that test I told you about? The really important one? For econ?” Ethan says softly. You nod, already seeing where this was going.
“I failed it." He says, quietly, looking away from you. You frown at his vulnerability.
“Oh, Eth…” You sigh, running a hand through his hair at an attempt to soothe him.
“The teacher gave us the test and I knew nothing!" He exasperates, rambling suddenly. "I stayed up for hours last night, studying and going over every little detail and I couldn’t even get past the first question.” he complains, sighing afterwards.
“At least you studied though, baby. At least you tried.” You say, voice soft as you hold him, not entirely sure what to say. Ethan's head falls to your shoulder as he squeezes you tight.
“But thats not enough, Y/n. The test was horrible- I did horrible. And I turned it in like half finished. I even asked the teacher if I could retake it but he just told me I should have been better prepared and I tried to tell him that I was but he wasn’t having it.” he vents, hands curling into your shirt. His eyes begin to tear up as his sensitivity begins to shine through.
“I'm sorry Eth." You say softly, kissing him again. "I know you studied so hard, love. I'm sorry.” You speak gently.
Ethan pulls away, slumping back against the head board once more, blinking away tears as he looks at the ceiling. You sigh softly, hands running over his chest to try and soothe him.
“It was just so embarrassing." He mumbles, tears now pouring down his rosy cheeks. You sit silently, watching him start to get emotional.
“Ethan." You say gently, touching his face and lifting his eyes to look at yours. His glossy eyes meet yours shame coating them.
“I'm proud of you, okay?" You say tenderly. You wipe his tears with your thumbs before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Why?" He asks, sniffling.
“Because you tried, baby. That's all that matters. You tried your best. And yeah, you didn't do well but you still made an effort. I was here with you when you studied for that test, E. I saw how much you put into it, and I'm sorry you didn't do as well as you wanted to but I'm proud of you, regardless. I'm proud because you tried. That's all that matters, my love." You say, wiping another tear from his eye and smiling gently at him.
Ethan's face crumbles gently as he sniffles again, nodding slowly at you words. “Yeah… I just- I was so ready. I really thought I was gonna do well.”
“I know baby. I'm sorry. How about I help you study for next time?" You say brushing his curls out from his face, his tears finally drying.
Ethan smiles, widely. "You hate Econ." He laughs shaking his head before looking up at you. You roll your eyes, poking him in the cheek.
"Yeah well," You start, "I'm willing to study it for you."
Ethan smiles, leaning in for a kiss. You gladly pull him into you, feeling his arms wrap around your waist a little tighter. You feel him chuckle against your lips. “Okay.” he smiles.
You smile back, pulling away from him. "I'll hold you to that." He murmurs, smiling up at you. You grin softly, happy to see him feeling much better.
You ruffle his curls again, "Whatever you say grumps."
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✮ COOKIES ARE READY — ETHAN LANDRY
SUMMARY. you do the “avoiding my boyfriends kisses” prank on tiktok with ethan
WARNINGS. soft!ethan, fluff, vv suggestive content at end
WORD COUNT. 0.8k
you were lazily scrolling through tiktok as you laid comfortably on the couch, humming to yourself as you waited for ethan to get back from econ.
you were about to leave the app and go find something else to occupy the time, but stopped when a certain video caught your eye.
‘avoiding my boyfriend’s kisses prank.’
you watched the video with curiosity, giggling when you saw how confused the girls boyfriend was—soon ending with them both on the floor play fighting when he found out.
a new idea sparked in your head as you now impatiently waited for ethan to come back, deciding to bake yourself some cookies in the meantime.
about an hour went by as you finished baking, pulling the tray of baked goods out of the oven with a satisfied smile on your face.
just as you were about to set a timer for them to cool, the door opened to reveal just the person you’ve been waiting for.
“something smells good!” he said, immediately picking up on the faint smell of chocolate that floated through the air.
quickly—you set the timer before perching your phone up between a few cook books, making sure to drape a small hand towel over to cover it more.
“hey eth,” you smiled, trying to act normal as you started to clean up your mess, “i made your fav.”
you heard him approach you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist as he squeezed you gently.
“you’re the best, babe,” he said, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck before letting his chin rest on your shoulder.
ethan was a very clingy boyfriend, always finding someway to have you both touching whenever you both were together—which was pretty much 24/7.
you never complained though, actually developing a love for physical touch after dating ethan.
you went to bend down and open the kitchen sink, ethan letting his arms drop as he waited patiently for you to rise back up.
when you did, grabbing the wipes you would use on the counter, he stood to your side—waiting for you to turn his way.
“when will the cookies be ready?”
“they need to cool for a few minutes, id say give it ten,” you responded, turning to answer him in the process.
he gave you a warm smile before leaning over and kissing your lips—except failing when you quickly turned your head to the side.
he was met with your cheek, causing him to furrow his brows as he watched you wipe down the counter.
thinking you just moved suddenly to clean up the hardening chocolate batter, he went to try again.
instead this time, you stepped back before turning to toss the now used wipes in the trash.
“y/n,” he suddenly spoke, causing you to look at him with a smile—you weren’t sure if he caught on or not.
his hands suddenly cupped your face and pulled you into him, going to give you a kiss but failing once again as you turned your head.
“y/n!”
“ethan!” you parroted back, giving him a teasing smile as he huffed in annoyance.
his hands stayed put on the sides of your face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tried a second time.
again, you did the same thing, causing him to finally drop his hands in defeat.
“did i do something?” his voice dropped, your smile faulting at realizing he was actually hurt.
“eth, no, no—you didn’t,” you quickly assured, now your turn to cup his face as you pulled him into a quick kiss, followed by many more on his lips and cheeks.
“it was just a prank, baby.”
he pouted in your hands as you tried kissing it away, becoming successful when he couldn’t help but smile into you.
“i saw it on tiktok,” you continued, pointing at the counter where in the corner was your phone—partially covered by the towel you had placed over it.
ethan moved closer to the device, quickly realizing it was recording and had been this entire time.
before you could get his reaction, he spun around and grabbed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder as you screamed in surprise.
“ethan!” you laughed, hitting his back lightly as you demanded he put you down—although you didn’t sound angry considering how your giggles were betraying you.
he quickly threw you on the couch, his body climbing over yours as he started attacking you with kisses, his hands holding your face impossibly close to his.
before you could pull away for air, you heard the familiar timer go off in the background, ethan pulling away for a second to look across the kitchen.
“cookies are ready,” you said, a wide smile taking over your features as he leaned back down—now inches away from you.
“you’re not going anywhere until im done.”
and let’s just say, that silly tiktok prank you filmed had to be quickly deleted after it took a turn.
instead turning into a more inappropriate film that would probably be more suitable on another video platform.
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