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astermath · 11 months

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pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

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notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

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wekiamo · 1 year

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still love you

first request!! hope you guys enjoy it (ik the title is so cliche im sorryy 😭)

part 2 here

warnings: spoilers for Scream VI, swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of getting stabbed and murdered, and i think thats all!

no, this can’t be happening. ethan landry? your fucking boyfriend? no, this had to be some sort of joke.

at least, that’s what you thought. but you knew well it wasn’t true, and you were just trying to convince yourself none of this was real. well, it didn’t work. you were still there, standing in front of all these killers you’ve been running away from.

you were still trying to process everything that was happening, when quinn steps forward your direction with her knife in her hand, and your brain just stops working correctly. you could be killed right there and right now. you certainly didn’t want to die, you still had so much to live - you wanted to travel the world, learn new languages, meet new people and even have an own family. and you wanted to experience it all with ethan. the guy you just found out to be a psycho killer, who was just trying to kill you this entire time. all of your moments together were fake? you felt the need to cry even harder than you were already. ethan, the guy who you loved the most in this world and you thought loved you back, did not want you or your love

he wanted your blood. he wanted to see you dead.

“oh poor [name], you’re not even what we want. there’s no need to be so scared of us this soon.” quinn said as she turned to sam and tara “it’s you two bitches we want”

“why? why are you all doing this? did we ever do something to you-” tara was cut off by quinn’s voice “yes you little whores you KILLED OUR BROTHER” she said, yelling at the two sisters.

“we don’t know who you guys are talking about, seriously!” tara said with a desperate voice and look in her eyes, while sam looked like she was processing their words slowly.

“is… richie… your brother?” sam asked, between pauses.

“yes, and it was you, sam. you were the one to kill him you fucking slut” quinn said kind of quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“now, we all know both of you girls love [name] like she’s your sister too. wouldn’t it be such a despairing thing to watch her be stabbed and killed right in front of you?” bailey asked, making ethan smirk “i don’t think we should do it right in front of them, dad. they shouldn’t even get to see it, only listen to her screaming miserably while she’s dying” the tall boy said, gaining everyone’s looks at him.

“nice one, ethan. wanna do the honours?” bailey asked the boy, who was smirking once again.”

“you better not fucking TOUCH her, you asshole” sam yelled. “you don’t get to yell at us, bitch” quinn, that was next to her and tara, threatened sam with the knife in front of her throat

“come over here” bailey ordered, and you not obeying him. “no, no i’m not going to.” you said crying, trying not to fall on your knees from the mental weakness you were experiencing.

“NOW.” ethan yelled in a rough tone. you stepped forward slowly scared for your life as you could perfectly listen to tara’s whines. “stupid slow whore” quinn said behind you as she pushed you hardly, making you stand in front of bailey and ethan.

were these your last moments?

you finally managed to say something: “ethan, i- how could you do this to me?”

“yeah, and how could you be so dumb?“ ethan laughed as bailey and quinn did too, you looking at each of them, with fear and disbelief in your face.

“well now i guess it’s time to say goodbye to your little friends” the boy said, grabbing you roughly by your wrist and pushing you in front of him, taking both of your hands and putting them together on your back as he grabbed your shoulders, guiding you somewhere.

“tara, sam, please, i don’t wanna die.”

you were now somewhere darker. you couldn’t really see what was happening inside the place, but you knew something: these were probably your last moments.

he took his hands off your shoulders and stopped guiding you, as you stopped walking too. he was now standing right in front of you.

“i loved you deeply, ethan. do you know how much i trusted you? or how many times i argued with my friends for defending you and your unexistent fucking innocence? of how many times i cried just by feeling guilty of being suspicious of you? i loved you and trusted you with my heart, ethan.”

“listen [name], i need you to scream” the boy said gently, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“what?”

“scream like you’re getting stabbed or something.”

“wait, you’re not going to kill me..?”

“don’t ask too many questions. just do it, quick before they come and check what we’re doing.”

you smiled and hugged him tight. you knew this could be some sort of trap but you still felt relieved that there was a chance of you getting out of here, and see all of your friends alive and happy again.

“okay i’m ready. 1, 2, 3-”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 7 months

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ethan getting aggravated at reader for tiny things because of the stress from being ghostface

honestly was a bit hard doing this one. i did the best i could do (please don’t be mad) a little back story for their relationship and just small moments in the month leading to the stabbings. (i’ll be honest not super happy with this. i did the best i could, tried to make ethan seem manipulative in his words and actions.)

pairing: ghostface!ethan landry x fem!reader wc:3k

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you’ve know ethan landry since the first week of school when you bumped into each other in the dorm hallway. it was around one am, you were walking with your laundry basket sitting on your right hip while looking down at your phone in your left hand. your headphones blocked any sound as you were playing music and you didn’t think anyone would be up and about on a tuesday night, so it comes as a surprise when you ran into something solid and drop your freshly folded clothes and phone.

your mystery blockade held you right around the upper arm and kept you close to their body. your dazed wide eyes stared into a pair of bambi browns. his mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear, so you nudge your right side off your ear and asked, “what?” and he replied, “are you okay? didn’t see you coming.”

“uh…” eyes drifting to his harsh touch. mystery boy followed your eyeline and quickly released his palm from your skin. “sorry,” which he followed up with, “and sorry about your clothes. and phone.”

and you looked down to see your once organized stack now mixed together. you squatted to pickup your phone and luckily, no cracks.

“want some help?” and mystery boy was on the floor with you, hands reaching for your tops and bottoms before you held a firm palm out, “no!” yelling into the quiet hall. his bambi eyes widened as you cleared your throat, “sorry. no i’m fine. don’t want random boys touching my clothes.” an awkward smile at the end.

he stepped away with a brightness growing to his cheeks. “right. well i could make it up to you. buy you an icey? was heading to the seven-eleven anyway.”

now it was your turn to feel the heat in your cheeks. you kept your head down as you asked, “asking me on a date after this terrible meet-cute, mystery boy?”

and your hands stopped in their actions when he managed to stutter out, “ye- yeah. i’m- im asking you on a… on a date, laundry girl.”

two iceys at two am led to study dates, picnics in central park, or movie nights in each others dorms. it gave you kisses pressed to cheeks in waiting lines, clasped hands swaying behind moving bodies, lips dancing with liquor at a frat party, or bodies tangled in messy sheets.

and those moments all lead to now, the first week of october. a few days from hitting your three month anniversary. the two of you were laying in ethan’s bed since his roommate chad was out for the night while yours had her own sleepover with her partner.

ethan fell asleep with his head on your stomach and arms wrapped around your lower waist. your left hand carded through his messy curls while you scrolled on your phone with your right.

a low dinging filled the quiet square room. you thought nothing if it until it dinguned multiple times in a row before one long constant ring, a phone call. so you set your phone on your chest before grabbing ethan’s, thinking it was his dad you were thrown for a loop when the caller id read bailey (det).

“ethan. baby, wake up.” shaking his shoulder roughly. he groaned while nuzzling further into your sweater. “ethan, why is quinn’s dad calling you?” not understanding why he’d need a cops number.

“what?” ethan lifted his head while furrowing his brows.

“why did detective bailey call and text you multiple times?” keeping his phone from reach so he couldn’t escape the questioning.

ethan sat up, licking his lips and avoiding your eyes. “uh, he’s- he’s helping. with- with a report i filed.” innocent eyes peering into your surprised irises. “what? what happened?” sitting up yourself and reaching for his hands.

“it was an assault case. got jumped by a few guys couple days ago.” keeping his head down. your heart broke, “oh baby. why didn’t you mention anything? i would’ve gone with you to the station.”

ethan shrugged, still avoiding your eyes. “didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” he sounded so small.

reaching a hand up you touched his chin to force his eyes to look into yours. “well i’m glad your safe now and unharmed. did they ever find who it was?”

ethan’s eyes darted to his phone, “probably what bailey was calling about.” “oh!” and you quickly handed over his phone. he smiled then leaned over to kiss your cheek, “i’ll be right back.” and he hopped out of bed and left the room to talk in the hallway.

that should’ve been your first clue that something was off with ethan. you don’t remember seeing him with any bruising or missing belongings in the past week, but the thought of him being assaulted drove your thoughts.

digging through ethan’s drawers

you were looking for a specific sweater of ethan’s for tonight. nothing special planned, but it was just one that felt right for the occasion, friday the 13th planning in central park.

you checked the different spots ethan keeps his clothes in, not finding your treasure. then moving to check his bins sitting under his twin bed. one held books and comics, a few collectibles from different franchises. the second held a few belongs from home, photos from childhood, something that belonged to his mom before she passed, birthday cards from family and friends.

you pushed it back to its spot then pulled the final blue bin out.

cracking the top off you squealed in delight. “yes!” finding the golden sweater, pulling it out of the hiding spot you held it to your chest and smiled down at the cotton fabric.

the door cracked open and you turned just to see ethan walking in from class, one strap on his shoulder before pocketing his keys. “ethan!”

he looked up with a smile on his lips before it dropped and he rushed over. “why are you looking here?” throwing the top back on before roughly shoving it away. your smile faltered, “i was looking for this sweater-“

“y/n i love you, but i’ve told you not to touch the stuff under my bed when i’m not here. i’m very… particular about this stuff.”

the sweater dropped to your lap, “sorry. i just really wanted to wear this tonight.” a hand touched your upper arm, “and i’m okay with that. just- just text me next time. so i don’t freak out, okay?”

a nod of your head.

scrolling through his phone

ethan always lets you scroll through his phone, he doesn’t care and doesn’t have anything to hide. until this month he started to get more defensive if you were to ask for the device.

“sorry i- i gotta make a call real quick.” “oh uh, i’m running low on data.” “don’t- don’t randomly text anyone.”

little excuses that you didn’t care too much about, but then your mind started to race and it led to one conclusion. ethan was cheating on you.

so when the two of you were at the library one day working on homework, ethan excused himself to go to the bathroom and he left his phone behind. and you were already regretting what you were gonna do, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

so you leaned over the table and swiped his phone open. you checked all the different ways that will tell you if he had any dating apps, which were none. so you went to his socials, checked all the dms he had with any girl, which were only you and some other girl. you didn’t recognize the username and couldn’t see much from the profile. so you clicked on the chat and before you could properly read through the messages it was snatched from your hands.

“what the hell, y/n!” ethan yelled. multiple shushes came and he shrunk into his shoulders before squatting to the floor to look up at you. “i’ve told you. i don’t want you looking through my phone.”

“why? got a second girlfriend i don’t know about?” not beating around the bush. his eyes widened, “what?” high pitched like a mouse.

“you were talking to some girl on instagram. does she go here?” standing your ground with this topic. arms crossed over your chest while glaring down at your ‘boyfriend’.

ethan sighed and rolled his eye, you noted, “no. it’s a very very old chat. from high school.” “then why are you getting defensive with me.” “defensive?” “sassy, whatever you want to call it. you rolled your eyes.”

he rolled his lips, “i didn’t mean it towards you. it was involuntary cause i didn’t believe you would think i’d cheat on you.”

your hands smacked to your thighs, “well cause you're doing this. keeping walls when there weren’t any before, not letting me into certain parts of yourself anymore.” you looked away from his puppy eyes, focusing on the shelves of books.

“hey,” his hands holding your kneecaps, giving a small shake. “i swear you are everything to me. there’s just… stuff… for a surprise. anniversary stuff.”

that peeked your interest. “really?” “yeah. and i don’t want you ruining the surprise.”

your hard demeanor softened, “well you could have just told me that… instead of yelling.” uncrossing your arms.

ethan linked your hands together, pressing kisses to the back of each hand, “i’m sorry. was just frazzled.”

ethan getting jealous

a week before the halloween frat party they decided to throw a pre-halloween party. you didn’t want to waste your actual costume so you just pulled clothes from your closet and dressed scandalous, fishnets with a short skirt and tight tiny top. when ethan greeted you outside your door his eyes immediately fell to your boobs and a blush colored his ears to his neck. you chuckled at your adorable boyfriend.

“you like?” giving him a twirl and smile widened at the low groan from ethan’s chest. his hands reached out to hold your hips just above where the waistband sat, “do we have to go? i don’t want anyone else to see you like this. could have a fun night staying in.” trying to pursue you with sex and as tempting as it sounds-

“nope, we’re going out. besides, if you really want a piece of this, we could just sneak into a room.”

by the time you and ethan got to the party where all your friends had been an hour before, the house was in full swing. music was blasting through the different speakers, people were whooping and hollering, and laying on the lawn while taking a nap. it was packed as the two of you squeezed your way to the kitchen, ethan kept one hand interwoven with the other resting on your lower back to keep you forward.

finally landing in the kitchen you get to work making drinks for both of you. there was a bowl of punch that was heavily spiked and you greedily poured two full scoops into the red solo cups. “woah, hey, hey. easy tiger, not trying to poison our livers tonight.” ethan moved the cups before you could think about adding a few more drops of vodka.

“i need to catch up. everyone is already getting buzzed, moving to drunk.” reaching for a cup and starting to chug it in one go. ethan’s laugh was crystal clear over the voices and music. with your last sip you lifted the cup into the air and hollered before refilling.

ethan took slow sips of his drinks as he watched you enjoyed yourself dancing with some friends. hair and boobs bouncing with the beat of the music, smile pulled tight as you shouted lyrics. ethan pushed himself from the wall, a little buzzed and ready to steal you away somewhere more private, but he stops short at this new sight.

a guy comes up behind you, palm resting on your exposed stomach and face leaning into your neck. you swayed your hips in a dangerous spot and the dude's hands traveled further south. ethan saw red. he abandoned his cup and pushed through the crowd, not bothering to keep his innocent good guy imagine right now.

ethan gripped the back of the guy's shirt and tugged him hard, his biceps straining against his shirt seams. you stumbled on your feet from the harsh force ripping ethan away from you. you swayed on your heel as you turned to the culprit and was puzzled when you saw ethan shoving at a guy you didn’t know. a crowd was watching the two of them yell.

you pushed yourself closer, able to hear some of ethan’s voice. “keep your hands off my girl.” the guy wore a smug smile and chuckled, “didn’t seem like your girl. was grinding on my dick, enjoyed my lips on her ne-“ and you gasped when you heard the hard smack of bone to bone when ethan threw a punch to his nose.

“ethan!” calling his name from behind. his eye were dark and hooded, nostrils flared with a snarl growing on his lips. ethan wrapped a hand around your wrist and started tugging the both of you out of the stuffy house.

“ethan, what the hell was that?” calling him out as you yanked your arm free of his gripping touch. he scuffed, “that? oh you mean punching the guy my girlfriend was grinding on? that’s what the hell it was.” and he turned away before walking down the street.

“ethan!” trying your best to keep up with his pace in your inebriated state. “ethan! i wasn’t dancing on him, i was dancing on you.” words getting sloppy. head feeling fuzzy, world tilting like a seesaw.

ethan stopped walking and turned. “what?! no you weren’t! that perv was your dance partner and if i didn’t get to you sooner it might’ve ended up worse!” he yelled as he stomped closer.

you shook your head, fog covering your thoughts. “no, no. i- i wouldn’t dance with anyone else. only- only you. i- i swear i thought it was you.”

“you said you know my touch, y/n! you should’ve know that wasn’t me!”

“well i’m a bit drunk right now, ethan! everything is being processed slowly. and i was enjoying myself, i- i didn’t think too hard.” stepping closer to ethan so you could touch his chest and peer up with wet eyes and cakey makeup, “let’s just- let’s just go back to your place. we could- could still have that- that night in you wanted.” slipping your hands down his chest to curl your fingers into his belt loops and tug him closer.

ethan’s cheeks were puffed and his pupils were blown turning brown into black. his fingers touched your wrist and you thought he was gonna take up your offer, but he pulls you away as he walked backward and looked at the concrete. “i think i need space for the night. don’t wanna have you thinking of him while fucking me.”

“but i won’t! i only think of you!” black tracks of mascara staining your cheeks, the only evidence of a horrible night and not waking up in ethan’s bed the next morning.

the next morning

you honestly weren’t sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you slept in your party clothes with makeup smudged into your pillowcase and phone dead on the floor. your roommate wasn’t around so you couldn’t ask her, and you were still pissed at ethan so you didn’t bother going over to his place.

with a groan you flopped to your back and stared at your ceiling for answers. answers on why ethan is suddenly being a dick over these tiny little things and a misunderstanding. he’s usually very caring and considerate when it comes to you. he wouldn’t have left you last night if this was a few months ago, he knows that you love him deeply.

as if the universe was giving you a sign there was three gentle knocks to your door before someone called out your name. “it’s- it’s ethan.”

you inhaled deeply as you closed your eyes, you had to hold the tears back. “go away, ethan.” a stickiness to your words.

you heard his sigh, “can- can we just talk? i’m- i’m really sorry about last night. i was pissed, but i shouldn’t have left you alone.” there was a full thump to your door.

you pushed yourself off your bed and made, what felt like a long trek, to your door and swung it open. ethan stumbled forward into your space, hands holding your biceps as you pushed at his chest. “yeah fucking asshole! i’ve told you multiple times how i feel unsafe at night, while sober!”

you shoved at his chest again before turning your back on him. you heard your door close and ethan’s steps followed, “y/n i'm really really sorry. i- i was being insecure and an idiot-“ “yes you were.”

he sighed, “i know you would never cheat on me. it’s just… i’ve never had a girlfriend and especially someone as beautiful as you. so i’m constantly worried someone is gonna take you away from me.”

hands rubbed at your tired face while looking back to ethan. his hair was a mess, still wearing the clothes from last night just like you. his skin looked oily and dark circles looked more purple. it hurt your heart.

“ethan, you should know i have eyes only for you.” “i do know that.” “then can you stop doing this douchebag image? i didn’t start dating you cause you're this big tough guy. i love the sweet, nervous, nerdy you.”

ethan made the first move to cup your cheeks, two sets of tired eyes. he leaned in to kiss your forehead first, then the tip of your nose. before he went for your lips he waited for a sign from you, all you need was to part your lips and ethan dove in. it wasn’t anything rough, it was gentle. pouring in a love you share for each other, an apology for the past few weeks for how he’s been acting. trying to make you forgive him for past actions and future ones to come.

a/n: …let’s not think to hard about this one

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kausstar · 11 months

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PRETTY SMILE

ethan landry x f! reader￨vv dark + sfw content￨wc: 3k

all ethan had to do was make friends with them and get them to trust him before he could stab into their chest until he felt they suffered enough. he loved the thought— even daydreamed about it, but why couldn’t he do the same for you?.

dark content. chad x f! reader (platonic) no characteristics of reader besides you being mindy and chad’s sister. black reader in mind just because of that simple reason. talks of killing, death, blood, knifes and every other ghostface thing. parties. swearing.

𝓴aus. I need someone to make a shirt that says I ❤︎ ethan landry and send it to me. i’ll pay however much.

ethan’s eyes scanned across the room—looking for no one in particular. the music played loudly throughout the house as minutes passed that he stood in the doorway with a stupid robot costume on. he didn’t know what was stupider: the fact he was wearing the thing or the jock that he was waiting on to bring in a drink from the kitchen. he couldn’t decide and he choose to not debate too much in his head.

not because he didn’t want to but because he was quickly distracted by seeing one of his soon to be victims in the crowd ahead. he always thought about how they will never know they’re dying soon until the knife is pushing it’s way into their body and they’re screaming for their lives.

as ethan stood, leaning on the doorway, he imagined driving his knife into anika, hearing her scream then slowly pulling the knife out to make her scream more. she’s probably screaming out mindy’s name for help and beg for ethan to stop but he’d thrive off her screams and pain.

ethan would continue to imagine the murder while anika continued to talk to someone in the crowd who he couldn’t spot because of the two people standing in the way. suddenly and somewhat sadly, the people two people move and ethan’s able to see who it is. he could only sigh at the sight of you—not in disappointment, just in frustration.

ethan could imagine the way he would kill everyone, everyone being the rest of your fucked up friend group, but you. he couldn’t think of one scenario without him wanting to wipe the tears from your pretty face and tell you everything’s gonna be alright. “who you looking at, pretty boy?” ethan hears a whisper in his right ear making him look over to find chad. his arm stretched out to give ethan his drink, but eyes still scanned across the general area.

as ethan took the drink in his hand, he hoped chad hadn’t caught on to who he was looking at, but when chad’s eyes light up and he hits ethan on the arm, he thinks he knows. “what?” ethan laughed, looking into chad’s excited eyes. “dude, you like my sister?” he asks and ethan could only awkwardly laugh making chad’s face light up even more.

“you serious? mindy’s gonna kill you,” he laughs. ethan expected that reaction but more of a “we’re gonna kill you” type thing, just cause you’re their sister. he didn’t care for that though, he’d end up killing them anyways then the only family you would have would be him. that was the only daydream he could have about you.

“but you’re secrets safe with me,” chad smiles, patting ethan on the shoulder. “thanks,” ethan mumbled out with a nod and a light smile towards chad. “why don’t you go make friends?” chad grinned, sharing a glance from you, who stood across the room, to ethan. ethan quickly shakes his head. he wasn’t trying to make friends with you—just wanted to figure out why he couldn’t bring himself to kill you. his father had already been yelling at him to get his shit together before the “big day”.

“come on, pretty boy! you got this,” chad smiled, shoving his friend lightly towards you. ethan could only shake his head again, cardboard hat shifting on his head. “bro, she’s way out of my league, alright?” he says, looking at chad with raise eyebrows, hoping he would get off his case. unfortunately, chad nodded. “but i doubt she’ll be able to resist that cute face,” he grinned, scar on his lip turning up.

“really?” ethan grinned, his question being genuine. “yeah, man! you’re a cutie,” chad smiles, giving ethan a quick look over with his eyes after stepping back. ethan could only smile to himself, thinking about you actually liking him. chad wraps an arm around ethan’s shoulder, looking across the room towards you and without much thought on chad’s part, he raises his hand and calls out your name.

“chad,” ethan panics, before your eyes locked with ethan’s. nervously, and for the betterment of his heart because he could’ve sworn his blood pressure went up, his eyes darted across the room. “you’re so loud and embarrassing,” you say, once making it across the room to them. you push your brothers chest making him only laugh and fumble back a little. ethan wasn’t completely sure how long it took you to reach them, because his heart pulsating in his ears was the only thing he could focus on.

soon, your eyes wondered over to ethan who’d seem to be a bit out of it. “ethan?” you call, hoping that he looked your way, and unfortunately, for him, you do. “you good? my dumb brother hasn’t gotten you too drunk, has he?” you lightly smile up at him, and ethan could only take a deep breath in before replying. “no,” he replied, a bit breathless, but you ignore it. before you could reply, mindy comes around the corner and taps on chad’s shoulder.

“creep alert,” she mumbled to him and he quickly nods. “well you too get along,” he smiled to the two of you but winks and gave ethan a pat on the back. confused, you look over to ethan who only gives you a awkward smile. you find yourself smiling back- not only at his cute smile but at his costume.

“nice costume. you’re a really cute robot,” you smile and ethan could feel his face heat up. did you just say he was cute? how was he supposed to kill you now?

xxx

everyone was feeling a bit anxious ever since tara and sam attack at the corner store so all of you decided to have a sleepover at the sister’s apartment. everybody was here, besides ethan, he had study hall so he couldn’t make it. the apparent “core 4” sat at the dinner table while you and anika chilled on the couch, and you won’t admit that you kinda missed the curly headed, cutie.

you smiled lightly to yourself as you scrolled on your phone mindlessly, head too busy thinking about ethan to care about the phone. but feeling the device buzz in your hand and seeing a airdrop of a picture brings you back to reality. the picture being quinn in her room being strangled from the back by ghostface.

letting you know you’re not the only one who got the picture, everyone quick gets up and moves in front of the bedroom door and for a while you only hear struggling until suddenly there’s complete silence. the silence was unsettling and made your stomach turn, and unlucky for all of you, the silence was filled with screams when the door busts open and her body comes flying out.

quinn’s body falls onto anika, her filling the apartment with screams the most as the two of them hit the floor. you can barely move as you looked down at quinn’s bloody body. “guys, come on!” tara yells for her us but you’re feet are stuck to the ground when you spot him in the doorway of quinn’s bedroom.. “oh fuck,” mindy says, eyes locked on ghostface. he’s quick to step forward, heading straight for mindy and cuts her arm making her lie against the couch.

“mindy!” anika yells before grabbing at ghostface’s leg trying to make him fall but she fails and he’s quick to grab her by her throat. she pulls and tugs at his hand trying to breath before he suddenly stabs her in the stomach. “fuck,” you mumble, realizing you have to do something so you kick him in his side making him fall to the floor and let go of anika. as anika’s gasping for air and holding her stomach, she sits up against the couch with mindy. unfortunately, he’s quick to get up from the floor and heads straight for you, head tilted as he backs you up into the bookshelf.

your hearts beating out of your chest as he’s flushed against you, hand wrapped around your throat. he’s not squeezing though, not enough to kill you but enough to have you gasping a bit. he runs his knife against your cheek slowly and you feel blood slowly dripping as you hiss from the sting. something was different. behind him, sam runs out of the kitchen with the knife holder and hits him in the head with it. he falls to the floor, leaving all of you time to get into quinn’s room.

anika and mindy take there spot on the bed as sam keeps the door shut. he bangs and kicks the door until he suddenly stops and sam looks back into the bathroom. “the bathroom door,” she whispers to you and you quickly make your way over into the bathroom, but your stopped by seeing one of quinn’s boyfriends head in the tub.

“oh my fuck!” you yell then you turn your attention to the door to find ghostface standing there. you scream before quickly try to close the door as sam runs to help but he’s stronger so the two of you fail. you and sam quickly move back and close the second door before he could push his whole weight onto it. you lock it and push your back onto the door as same moves an dresser over to the door so you can block it. once it’s in front of the door, sam runs over the window after hearing her boyfriend yell and you stay put, holding the door close.

at first, you don’t understand what’s happening at the window but when you see one end of a latter sticking out of the window, you come to understand. she looks back for you. “you two go first,” sam says, looking at the two sitting on the bed. “you two go first. she’s go after and i’ll go last,” mindy says, sharing a glance between you and sam. sam nods to mindy and makes her way onto the latter.

“somebody has to hold the door!” you yell, his kicks and bangs vibrating your lungs as you speak. “i’ll do it…”mindy says, standing from the bed, holding her arm. “go,” she says, back now against the dresser and you’re not completely sure if you wanna let go until she screams at you at go again. “fuck,” you swear, moving over to the window. now by the window, sam’s already made her way into danny’s apartment and now it’s your turn.

slowly but surely, you make it across, the sound of banging lightly fading behind you as you move across and once you’re finally across you feel you can breath again. just a little, but you’ll be completely able to once you know your sister’s safe. “come on, mindy!” you called for her so she knows anika can go next. from the other side, you watch as mindy’s trying to help anika but she says she can’t do it and mindy’s begging her.

“i can’t! you go, i’ll be right behind you. i promise,” anika says, crying, holding her stomach. the banging and the pushing of the door makes it seem time is shorting so mindy quickly gives her a kiss before turning around, tears running down her cheeks, to cross onto the latter. as she’s crossing, she’s trying her best not to look down. she looks back to make sure anika’s okay and you’re quick to say, “she’s fine! just get across!”

“she’s right behind you!” sam lies, as the pushing of the dresser becomes lighter. he’s almost through, and thankfully, mindy makes it across in time. “come on!” mindy call for anika as anika stands from the bed and walks over to the latter. “i can’t!” she cries out, and he continues to pound and push the door. “yes, you can! come on!” mindy replies, eyes locked on her girlfriend. soon after, anika climbs on the latter and begins crossing quickly.

“you got this!” danny says. eyes locked on us, anika tries her best with wobbly hands to make it across. unfortunately, once she’s half way across, the banging stops and all of you spot ghost standing at the window. all of you gasp as he stabs the windowsill with the knife, leaving it stuck in the wood. “what?” she asks. “you gotta quicker!” mindy yells as ghostface takes ahold of the other end. curiously, she turned around to see why and quickly starts to panic.

she tries to make her way over again but it’s not only her shaky hands in the way but the shaking latter. she screamed and cried as he jerked the latter up and down, and side to side. “i don’t wanna die, baby!” she cried out and his shakes got more violent. mindy began to cry then suddenly she fell onto her stomach. closer than before, sam holds her hand out. “grab my hand!” she says and anika tries, hands slippery from her own blood.

“i got her,” sam says, but the latter tilts and their hands slip. screaming, anika falls. her head hits the dumpster before finally hitting the pavement below. all of you watched in horror as blood pooled around her head. “fuck,” you managed to mumble out in pure disbelief.

xxx

the night had been suffering and you were surprised it hadn’t killed you. you between tara and mindy in the back of the ambulance as the only thing you heard was the sirens of the ambulance and cops. everyone was so quiet, including chad who stood standing beside you. you go to look up at him to make sure he’s okay but he’s already looking ahead at ethan who’s walking towards all of you.

chad immediately starts walking over to him, then grabs him by his book bag straps and pushes him against a nearby news channel van. you’re quick to stand from your seat and make your way over to them. “where the fuck were you!?” chad asks, anger on his face. “what? when?” ethan answers, confused on how he ended up in this position in the first place. “last night!” ethan stuffers out a response.

“i had econ you know this,” ethan says. chad removes ethan from the van a couple centimeters before slamming his back, back onto it. “chad,” you finally speak, making ethan’s eyes move over to you for a spit second. but his shoulders being shoved move into the van behind him making his eyes snap right back to chad’s. “bullshit, man. you disappear and my sisters almost get killed!” chad yells, disregarding your call. “d-dude, i was in the study hall with 100 other people. you can ask any of them,” ethan says, hand’s raised in defense.

“fuck, man,” chad groans, finally letting go of ethan with another good push. ethan’s eyes found your face and he quickly finds the cut. “you alright?” he asks, moving closer so he could see it better. hm, he didn’t mean to cut you that deep. might leave a scar later on. he thought about smiling at that- the thought of marking you excites him but he decides against it and let’s his worry eyes lead his performance.

”yeah, just a little cut,” you say, lightly smiling at his concern for you. oddly, his hands find their way onto your face and he lightly touches the cut. you hiss at the sudden touch. “sorry,” he mumbles out, going to pull his hand away, but you stop him and held his hand in yours. “it was anika and quinn,” you say to him and he could only look behind you to mindy. seeing the sympathy in his eyes you lead him over to the back of the ambulance.

“mindy, i’m so sorry,” he says, but mindy only glares at him. “step the fuck back,” she says, eyes locked on him. he does as she asks without a complaint. “your at the top of my list,” she finishes, blankly. “i had econ!” ethan says, defending himself again. by the way mindy’s glaring eyes rotated around the room, you understood no one believed him- but you did.

“i feel like he’s telling the truth,” you add, making mindy glare up at you. “that’s easy for you to say because of that little cut on your cheek. why didn’t he stab you like the rest of us, huh?” she asks, making your dart yours eyes elsewhere because you truly didn’t have an answer. “huh?” tara asks, not understanding the argument. “yeah. he barely fucking touched her, like he was in love with her or some shit,” mindy says, waving you off and you open your mouth to say something.

“in love? come on, mindy. don’t be stupid,” you say, shaking your head. “maybe, she’s right. if he didn’t stab you. maybe he loves you,” ethan shrugs, looking over at all of you. “ethan, baby. you’re not helping,” you say, before turning your attention to mindy who rolls her eyes at ethan. he wasn’t trying to help though. he was only trying to make you understand.

 2023 kausstar.

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v4mpgutz · 3 months

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⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @iheartethanlandry

₊˚꒰🪽꒱‧ SILK SLIPS : ethan landry, pink, romantic.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

❝ everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. ❞

headcanon tags — domestic ethan, fluff, dating ethan landry is like (blank), sick reader, dates, cuddles & kisses, love language, birthdays.

ethan landry is pink like dahlias, proud of you and your love and ever loyal to you.

dating ethan landry is like getting cosy under your covers with your favourite book, a candle lit and a cup of hot tea. he enjoys such activities with you as well. he loves when you sit cross-legged upon your quilt, his head in your lap as one hand stays on your book and the other plays with his hair.

taking care of you when you're sick makes him feel needed. he loves making you home remedies and tea and cuddling up to you when it's too hot for the blanket but too cold without.

ethan would lay down with you, his fingers gently massaging your scalp to ease any potential migraines as he presses soft kisses to your slightly chapped lips. he doesn't care if you're contagious, he's gonna look after you and you better not stop him!

dates with ethan are mostly spent at home. ethan has never been much of an extrovert so sometimes going out for dates makes him a little overwhelmed. however, on special occasions he always takes you to a fancy dinner.

when the two of you are at home, it's making homemade pasta or pizza — any kind of homecooked meal before settling on the couch with a cheesy rom-com.

when you go out, he'll book the reservation but the two of you always split the bill because you're both broke college students...... but! he'll never rush you to get ready and he'll help you put your shoes on. whether it be strapping up heels or tying laces, he's immediately doing it for you, no questions asked.

cuddles & kisses always have ethan shy. more often than not he gets too nervous to ask for cuddles if he wants them. he prefers to be the little spoon but if you want him to be the big spoon he won't tell you, he doesn't want to upset you in anyway :(

he initiates kisses often but they're very rarely super passionate. usually they're soft little pecks to your lips or anywhere else on your face. if you guys are making out and decide to get a little bit of tongue involved, there is usually some teeth clashing due to ethan's slight inexperience.

ethan's love language is physical touch. he constantly has his hands on you, not even in a sexual way. he feels comforted knowing that he can feel your soft skin right underneath his hand. when you're driving or he is, he's got a hand on your thigh as he gently rubs it. when you're on the couch, he's got his arm around you etc.

he is such a cuddlebug! he never wants to let you go and is especially reluctant to do so even if you need water or need to pee. eventually he lets go but there is more often than not lots of huffing and pouting about it.

on your birthday he'll absolutely spoil you. he's never been a super materialistic person so he's mainly doing things like cooking you breakfast, giving you a little crochet plushie he made or giving you a book you've read a million times but with notes in the margins.

don't get it twisted though! while he might not be materialistic, he definitely spends his fair share of money on you. the first year you two celebrated your birthday together, he got you a necklace with his initial on it, a little white heart gem dangling from it.

on his birthday all he wants to do is spend the day cuddled up with you while you watch his favourite comfort movies. he doesn't mind if you don't have the money to buy him a present, you being there is enough for him.

RIVER'S BLURB: omg i loved making this so so much! i hope you enjoy it. i added another mini headcanon with the whole crochet plushie because i feel like ethan would like crocheting!

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count-horror-xx · 6 months

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Til my jaw locks, til every last drop is gone, til my knees have carpet burns so badly you can see bone, until he's gripping the sheets so hard the mattress rips in his hand, until the bed post breaks in two, until he's crying,until it's fallen off and my lungs collapse

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iheartthebyroniclead · 1 year

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DISASTEROLOGY ☆ Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination🎧 Ethan Landry is in love with his best friend and has no idea what to do about it.

TAGS: [16+, Ethan Landry x fem!reader, suggestive themes, maybe hinting to some darker themes, friends to lovers, slowburn, bro jerks it, No ghostface (yet at least), Ethan is shy, but also super horny, minimal use of y/n, submissive and breedable ethan, one sided pining (or is it), reader is punk coded, two stupid shawties in love, i want him so bad bro]

A/N: I’ve been slacking on writing so here’s…something. You are now reading a partially ai generated scream fanfic #womeninstem fr.

The background noise of some campy horror movie droned on as the makeshift ambience of Ethan’s cramped dorm room where he and y/n studied, surrounded by textbooks and empty soda cans. They had been studying for hours, going over their notes for their upcoming exams. Ethan found himself becoming more and more distracted by her presence… something that was more than counterintuitive for a study session.

"So, you wanna to take a break?" She asked, snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. "We've been studying for hours."

Ethan nodded, grateful for the excuse to take his mind off of his growing attraction to her. He rummaged through his mini-fridge and pulled out a couple of cold sodas, handing one to his friend.

“Nah ,I’m good man, can you pass me my coffee?” Her rolled his eyes, leaning back over to hand her the can of espresso.

“You drink like ten of those a day, how are you not dead?”

“No I don’t”

“ I watched you chug an iced mocha before Econ.” He eyed her skeptically as she cracked open her drink.

“It’s literally the same thing dude.” She pointed at the coke in his hand and she plopped onto his bed, Sprawling out dramatically and making herself comfortable. She had taken off her jacket and the neon green misfits logo printed on her shirt did little to help Ethan’s eyes being perpetually drawn to how it hugged her abdomen.

"So, what do you want to do?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Ethan shrugged, not sure what he wanted to do. His eyes kept wandering back to her, and he was having trouble focusing on anything else. He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, trying to gauge how obvious his growing problem was.

She noticed his discomfort and raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ethan replied stiffly, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She looked at him, her expression temporarily unreadable before she lapsed back into discussing their academic schedule. Ethan tried to focus on what she was saying, he really did, but all he could think about was how badly he wanted to touch her. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this…she was his friend, one of his closest friends, if he was honest. Despite his thoughts being private he couldn’t help but feel he was violating some covenant of friendship or personal privacy. The thoughts he’d found him occupied with regarding her late at night were certainly not exactly…friendly.

Suddenly, she let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. As she did, her t-shirt lifted up, revealing a strip of soft, smooth skin. Ethan's eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze before his mind ventured too far into what exactly it would feel like were he too take her hips in his hands and-

"Sorry," She scoffed amusedly, noticing Ethan's reaction. "Didn't mean to gross you out with my yawn."

"No, no, it's fine," Ethan stammered. "I'm just a little tired."

She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Maybe we should call it a night."

Ethan nodded, relieved to have an excuse to end the evening. He stood up, trying to hide his growing erection from her view. "Yeah, that sounds good."

As he walked her to the door, he was acutely aware of her proximity. He could smell her perfume, some kind of soap that lingered with a musky scent that made his head spin. He couldn’t believe he was basically huffing her pheromones at this point.

He tried to hide his attraction, but his body had other ideas. His hard-on was pressing painfully against his jeans, and he knew he had to do something before she noticed.

"Thanks for coming over," he said, his voice strained. "It was good to see you."

She smiled at him, a warm, genuine smile that made Ethan's heart skip a beat. "Yeah, we should do this again sometime."

Ethan nodded, watching as she walked down the hallway and out of sight, shifting the weight of her backpack on her shoulder, not missing how her ass looked in her cargo pants.

He waited until he heard the sound of her footsteps fade away before he retreated back into his room. He quickly locked the door and stripped off his pants, revealing his hard-on in all its distracting, demanding glory.

With a sigh of relief, he took himself into his hand. He was already more than half hard, something he might have found embarrassing had he the presence of mind to lucidly consider that she had gotten him so worked up from just fucking yawning and sitting in his room.

“Fuck” he gritted out, remembering how she’d stretched, how she’d looked splayed out on his bed even though she had done so rather goofily, dropping like a fainting victorian hysteric. She was so funny, too, he couldn’t stand it. His abs tightened and his hand sped up as he imagined the scene he’d previously spectated, except now he was joining her on the bed like he’d wanted to but was too afraid to, crawling atop her, pinning her by the hips against the mattress with her in that stupid fucking tee shirt, his thumbs pressing against her hipbones. His hand travelled to the spot on the bed where she’d been laying as if searching for any of her warmth the comforter may have retained.

“God, Yes” he seethed, shaking as he came in his hand. It was quick, not even near enough, but he would’ve cried had he not been relieved of the tension that had built up throughout the night. With this relief came a price; he felt a profound sense of shame that just moments prior to her departure he touched himself to the thought of her. More than the shame, he felt a certain coldness, like a chasm had opened in his chest because she wasn’t here to hold him and he was alone in his bed.

As his breathing slowed he laid there, hoping that he could keep his attraction to her under control the next time they hung out.

Ethan nervously fidgeted with his pen as he tried to focus on his textbook. Due to the house party occurring that night, Chad was mandatorily out of the dorm leaving it free for Ethan and y/n to reconvene and study.

“Man, you are fuckin whipped” Chad had laughed when Ethan had explained why he wasn’t going to be in attendance. With a flushed face Ethan denied the accusation instead insisting he just needed to study for Econ.

However, his mind kept wandering to his friend, who was sitting across from him, flipping through a fangoria magazine.

She looked up and caught Ethan's gaze. "What's up, dude? You seem distracted," she inquired with an amused grin, peeking over the edge of the magazine cover.

Ethan quickly looked away, feeling his face flush. "Uh, nothing. Just trying to study," he mumbled.

She chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that. You've been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."

Ethan felt his heart race at the sound of her laugh. He couldn't help but find her charming and captivating. But he knew he had to keep his feelings in check. She was just a friend, he reminded himself, and he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship.

“here's the thing, man. You can't just tell her you like her out of nowhere. You have to set the stage first." Chad leveled, hauling a six pack out of his trunk.

"What do you mean?" Ethan took the beers handed to him as they made their way back to the dorm.

"Well, you need to start by showing her that you're interested in her as more than a friend. Start by flirting with her a little bit. See how she responds. If she seems receptive, then you can start to, uh…ramp things up."

Ethan looks skeptical.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to make things awkward between us."

Chad grunted, tossing his keys on his bed.

"Look, man, I'm not going to lie to you. There's always a chance that things could get awkward. But you're never going to know if you don't try. And trust me, it's better to know where you stand than to spend all your time wondering 'what if?’”

"Okay, I see your point. But what if I mess it up? What if I say the wrong thing or do something stupid?"

Chad laughs.

“Then you pretend you meant to do it, confidence is key man.” He picks up the Stab 4 DVD case discarded on Ethan’s desk.

“Besides, I know y/n. She likes weird.” He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a laugh, tossing Ethan the disk.

“Ask her to watch a movie with you, set the scene. Once you’re all nice and cozy…that’s when you lay the moves.”

“Hey uh, you wanna watch a movie?”

Y/n set down the magazine, rolling over to allow Ethan some space on the bed, flashing him a shit eating grin.

“I thought you’d never ask”

Ethan shut his textbook shakily, joining her on the bed. They had done this countless times before, he didn’t understand what was suddenly so different. He’d always thought of her as cute, but only recently did he find himself acutely aware of the heat emanating from her when they sat together, his newfound spacial awareness leaving him dizzy in her presence.

Surrounded by an array of horror movies and snacks, The flickering light of the TV illuminated their faces as they watched a particularly gruesome scene play out on the screen.

She chuckled at the sight of a decapitated head rolling across the floor, "Damn, that's one way to lose your head," she quipped. His chest rose and fell in silent amusement at the irony of her quip. If he had been a bolder man, someone like Chad, he might have mentioned to her that he’d found another way.

As the movie continued, Ethan's eyes kept darting towards her, admiring the way the light from the screen softened her features. Much to his alarm, she caught his gaze and smiled at him,

"What's up, Ethan? Why are you staring at me like that?" His Adam’s apple bobbed at the way she said his name and he quickly averted his gaze, "Oh, nothing. Just...you know, watching the movie."

She raised an eyebrow, "Uh-huh, sure you are. That’s why you’re staring at me like I just lost-boys morphed in front of you.”

Ethan blushed again as he recalled Chad’s words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so obvious. It's just...you're really pretty. And I don't mean that in a weird way or anything, it's just that...well, you're you, you know?"

She stopped laughing and averted her gaze, smiling.

“Thanks, Ethan. You are too” Her voice was softer than usual, Ethan scolded himself before he read too far into it.

She was just complimenting him back, that was all.

He felt his body tense up as he tried to ignore the growing arousal between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Luckily for him, she seemed oblivious to his internal struggle and playfully poked him in the side. "Hey, are you ticklish?" she asked.

Ethan laughed nervously, trying to hide his discomfort. "N-no, not really," he stuttered.

She smirked mischievously. "Well, we'll just have to test that theory," she said, tickling him.

Ethan couldn't help but let out a small moan as her fingers danced deftly along his sides. His body betrayed him, and he felt himself growing harder by the second.

She finally stopped tickling him and looked up at him. "You okay, Ethan? You seem a little...tense," she said, concern etched on her face.

Ethan swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired," he lied.

She didn't seem convinced but didn't push the issue. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. Ethan felt his heart race as he realized how close they were. There was no way she couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating, he was sure of it. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only made his arousal worse. She was so warm, and so soft from what he could feel of her. He could feel the weight of her against him, the smell of her skin; if she happened to look away at the screen, if she looked down even once…

he couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself and quickly made his way to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

Once he was alone, he locked the door and leaned against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had gotten an erection while sitting next to his best friend, and he was mortified.

He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to compose himself. His face was flushed, and he could feel his heart racing. He knew he couldn't go back out there like this. He had to take care of the problem.

With shaking hands, Ethan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. He was rock hard, and he couldn't believe how turned on he was by such an innocuous touch. He closed his eyes and began stroking himself, trying to be as quiet as possible. His chest rose and fell as he leaned against the counter, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to whimper, resolving the bite the collar of his flannel as he imagined her hand was his. Would she handle him softly or as fast and needy as he handled himself?

As he neared the edge, he let out a muffled groan, trying to stifle his orgasm. But it was no use. He erupted in a sticky mess, mouthing a silent “oh fuck” his cum splattering onto the counter and floor.

Ethan leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He quickly cleaned up the mess with a towel and washed his hands, looking up at his reflection. He looked disheveled, his eyes wild and bright, pupils blown wide, cheeks and lips cherubically flushed, his curls framing the debauched portrait of his face. As he unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out, he felt like a different person. He was no longer the shy, awkward Ethan Landry. He was a fraud, pretending to be something he wasn't.

She was still on his bed, engrossed in the movie. The scene would have driven him crazier had he not just received some of his pent up tension. She looked up at him and smiled. "Feel better?" she asked.

Ethan forced a smile, feeling like a liar. Like he was wearing a mask. "Yeah, much better," he said, trying to hide his shame.

As the night wore on, Ethan found himself growing increasingly distant from her . He couldn't bear the thought of her discovering his secret, and he knew he had to keep his feelings in check. But as he watched her laugh and playfully joke with him, he realized how much he wanted to be more than just friends.

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ultralightpoe · 8 months

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Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Ethan Landry

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 3405

Warnings: thoughts of su!cide, angst, grief.

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

It all went numb at some point.

You didn’t know when, and you weren’t really mad about it considering it helped with the stab wounds, but at some point after you found out you just…..lost it…….lost the spark. Every will to survive just vanished like smoke in the wind. You had no strength left.

Police officers snapped in front of your face, desperate to get your statement on the events as medics panicked and tried to get your attention, yelling to each other that you were going into a state of shock as reporters filmed and yelled to get the scoop. You didn’t really think you were going into shock, no, shock was when you go frozen and cold from a traumatic incident.

This…… this was just pure heartbreak.

Ethan……….. Ethan had-

And just like that you were leaning forward to spill your guts as the medic in front of you curses and backs out of the way, tears running down your cheeks hotly as you suck in a sharp breath. You had given absolutely everything to him, you had given EVERYTHING.

And yet you weren’t angry or upset…… you were just numb.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

That feeling of numbness quickly passed, and you were left with an unending sadness that just made you tired.

The news had already published the story over and over, his face took over your phone every time you opened any form of social media and you had yet to clear out all the photos you had taken during your relationship. There was no escaping it, not that you truly wanted to.

You would never admit that to the others, since they had gone straight to anger.

They just didn’t understand…. You always thought, which would bring a bitter laugh to your lips because what didn’t they understand? Sam had her boyfriend betray her, Tara lost her childhood best friend from it, Sidney fucking prescott had lost so many people to it. It was a tale as old as time. One falls in love, gets betrayed and stabbed and moves on.

But you couldn’t move on, you couldn’t leave him. Ethan had stitched you up when you scrambled your way into his life, broken and torn after losing your brother Wes and your mother last round.

He had saved you.

“-Yes Mindy,” You snap, reaching a hand to cover your face as you pass a group of kids with their phones pointed at you, the overnight bag carried on your shoulder weighing you down a bit as your boots scuffed on the floor. “I have my taser.”

“I just don’t understand why you decided to walk by yourself in the middle of the night.” She scoffs, the sound of doja cat behind her. “You should’ve called me-”

“First off, my roommate brought a boy over, I hadn’t planned on this. Second of all, you realize I can hear your sex playlist in the background, right?” You fake a laugh for her, trying your best not to let her know you were scared because then she would leave Anika and you didn’t want her to do that since she had worked so hard to get this date.

“Just call me when you get there?”

“How about I send you a smiley emoji?”

“If you send me an emoji I will-”

“Oh, I see a 7-11, I’m gonna stop and get your brother a slushie to ease my arrival. Gotta go-” You rush to hang up, ignoring her disapproval and dashing into the light of the gas station.

By the time you make it to Chad’s dorm you are shaking and trying your best not to have a panic attack in the middle of the hallway. Arms full with snacks and slushees as you use your foot to pound on the door.

You prepare a wide smile on your face for when he opens the door, shimmying to ease the tension in your shoulders, doing your best to seem happy.

But when the door swings open it’s not the cocky smile of Chad that greets you rather than the nervous expression of the curly haired kid in one of your classes, staring at you with wide eyes. “C-can I help you?”

“Oh. Sorry. I was- uh- maybe I had the wrong room?” You blush, stepping back to survey the hall for room numbers. “Crap-”

“Who are you looking for? I know everyones rooms.” He offers, leaning out the door to survey the hall himself. “Dylan? Right? He has a lot of girls come in so-”

“Chad. Chad Meeks.” You snap, blush deepening at the Dylan comment.

“OH! Yeah, in here. I’m his roommate.” The kid explains, stepping out of the way and widening the door. He waits a second, staring at you as you stare back wide eyed, the room behind him pitch black. He looks confused for a moment before turning to see what the problem was, jumping a bit when he realizes and twisting for the light switch.

“Sorry- I was sleeping- I wasn’t doing anything else I swear.” He rushes out, shaking his hands. “I am not a creep I swear.”

“You still have the lotion on the shelf-” He whirls to look and you try to stifle your laughter, turning to the bed on the right. “Where is Chad?”

“He went to check on Tara or something. Should be back in like…. soon ?”

“Okay. Cool. I can go to a coffee shop until he gets here then.”

“What? Why would you do that? You can wait here no problem.” He shrugs, moving to sit at his desk. You wait a moment before pushing the slushee out to him.

“Then here. You can have Chad’s slushee.”

“Thanks.” He smiles, grabbing it softly. “You do the econ homework yet?”

“We had homework?” You laugh, moving to grab the homework from him.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

Your court ordered therapist said that you might have relied on him too much, after being broken down from the last incident you had grasped onto the first kind soul you met. She believed that you were trying to fix the trust back, find the nice kind person you once had been.

You believed she was just telling you anything to make you feel better, right before she stamped a red flag on your papers for ‘DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED’ and prescribing you hundreds of pills that you would dump down the toilet and tell her you were taking. It was a fun game.

But she might have been right about the relying thing. Like walking around with a broken leg, relying on a crutch only for it to break and leave to tumbling down a hill straight into the knife of someone you completely trusted wearing a stupid mask because they were too chicken to face you-

“Y/n!” Chad calls, reaching a hand on your shoulder and squeezing as tightly as he could, which after all the nerve damage and stab wounds wasn’t really much.

“I’m listening!” You rush, snapping to look at your four friends.

“No you weren’t.” He laughs, pulling his hand back and keeping it close to him. “We were deciding dinner and if you were listening you would recommend what you always recommend-”

“Pizza.”

“Oh. My. God.” He groans as Mindy reaches out to hug around your shoulders, pulling you tight.

“Leave my sister alone.”

“I’m your brother.”

“Chadward. Can you please just…..shhhhhh?” You ask, flipping him off. This draws a laugh from your friends and you imitate them, but your laugh isn’t the slightest bit real which leaves you feeling lost. And a bit awkward.

“You okay?” Sam asks, leaning closer to you so no one else hears. You nod, not trusting actual words to come out. She obviously does not believe it but you claim to be thirsty and leave for some water.

“You’re actually telling me that you prefer Star Trek over Star Wars?!” Ethan asks, eyes wide as he walks beside you on the way to Econ, adjusting his shoulder bag so as to not let it fall. “What is wrong with you?”

“More like what is right with me! You really like all that incest crap?”

“Oh…. you are going there?” he gasps and you shrug. “Then what do you think about the Targaryens, huh?”

He laughs when you stop short, thinking your reaction was due to his question, but in reality you had just seen someone design across the yard with a ghostface mask on, the football team laughing at the strangers antics.

“What a jerk.” Ethan sighs when he finally spots it, moving to block your view as you both walk.

It had been 2 weeks since you met Ethan, and ever since he had walked you to and from Econ which you found that you loved more than anything else. During these walks you got to argue over anything and everything nerdish, just easy and happy conversations. Plus you got to stand close to him which was always a plus since you loved how he smelled and his sweaters were always soft on your skin.

“Did you do the homework?” You ask, changing the subject to get your mind off the douchebag in the mask.

“Yes. And you can copy it when we get inside.” He laughs, shuffling past you to open the door quickly, holding it open for you with an easy smile.

“After you, Spock.”

“Oh why thank you Han Solo!” You smile, flipping your hair as you walk past him.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

You spent your mornings in bed, the sheets tucked around you tightly like a butterfly in the cocoon, staring blankly at your wall. In these moments you could barely muster the energy to lift your head from the pillow, eyes glazed with tears.

What was the point of anything? Why were you here when Ethan was……. Gone. Ethan, the brilliant kind soul that had an amazing future for himself was taken from the world while were wasting space.

You were never as smart as him, not nearly as funny or great. You had no future, which was ironic considering you were the one here……unless.

No.

Don’t think about it, that was rule number one.

But it would make things so much easier.

You wouldn’t do it.

No one would miss you…..

For a second your body melts into the sheets as you think about it, all the possibilities and the freedom it would bring. No more getting out of bed and no more stares from people. No more ghostface -.

But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t.

So you stand, and force yourself to run a bath, sinking into the heat of it as you close your eyes, leaning back so you are completely submerged. Like the hot water could wash away your past, give you an entirely clean slate.

When your head hits the bottom, hands gripping tightly to the sides of the tub as you listen to your heartbeat under the water, the steady thump of it calming you down a bit while you open your eyes.

And there he is, blurry through the water, leaning over the tub to watch you carefully. Almost as if he were scared……Ethan.

Ethan was here, and he was scared.

Ethan.

“You were so nervous on our first date, remember that? And look at you now.” You tease, hitting Ethan’s shoulder with a twizzler while he fakes swagger, posing for you which leads you to cackle. “He said ‘we’ll take the large popcorn AND the twizzlers.”

“You know it.”

“College boy has moneyyyyyyyyy-” For a moment you imitate throwing cash, making him dance under the imaginary paper, both of you humming out words to a random pop song. “Get it. Get it. Get it.”

“I’m rich…. And you suck!” He snaps, moving to walk off as you gasp.

“And you are no longer getting laid!”

“Wait- wait I didn’t mean it.”

“Too late dork brains.”

“Gimme another chance here. I’ll splurge for a slushee.”

“You should have splurged for the slushee in the first place rich college boy.” You tease, walking past him. “I’m not cheap, you know. One of a kind over here.”

“Don’t I know it.” He blushes, moving forward to pull you close, walking with his arm over your shoulders. “You know I love you right?”

“I know.” You wink, smiling when he laughs at the Star Wars reference. “Now come on, we have a movie to watch.”

“Heck yeah.” He grabs your hand, leading you into the theater, checking behind him every couple of seconds to make sure you were still there and okay. Three months into dating Ethan and you were absolutely in love with the man.

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

“Y/n!” He shouts, muffled by the water, reaching his hands into the water to pull you up. When you break the surface you are gasping and spluttering out, hands clinging onto his sleeves tightly with tears streaming down your face.

“You’re here….” You sob, leaning out of the tub to hug him tightly, your face shoving itself into your shoulder as he wraps himself around you, his sleeves wet against your back while you sob into his shoulder. “I missed you, you ruined my life.”

“I’m sorry, believe me, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You’re not gonna leave again? Right?!”

“No… no I’m here.” He whispers, moving to take his shoes off and climb into the tub, pulling you so your back was to his chest and wrapping his arms around you once more, his hoodie just as soft as it always ways and his cheek resting gently on your shoulder.

“You need to focus.” You mumble, not looking up at Ethan as he stares at you. “We have a test.”

“Halloween is coming up.” He scoffs. “What’s the point?”

“Woah, what has been going on with you lately? Are you dying after halloween? Do you turn into a pumpkin when the clock strikes midnight?” You tease, looking up at him finally. “Seriously you keep talking like halloween is the end of it all.”

“I’m just stressed, that’s all.” He shrugs, moving to lay his forehead on your arm while you kiss the top of his head.

“It’s date night tonight, what do you want to do-” Before you could finish the question his phone rings on the table, and he snatches it up when you look to see who is calling.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He rushes, kissing your cheek and leaving without another word.

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

(What could've been, would've been)

What could've been, would've been you

(Could've been, would've been)

Silence fills the room as you both sit there, the heat from the bath calming you down as you twist to lay your cheek on the arm he had on the edge of the bath, closing your eyes.

“What’s the plan, Y/n?” He breaks the silence, taking his left hand and rubbing the wet hair off your forehead.

“To sleep here and forget the world.”

“I meant the life plan.”

“Don’t have one.”

“Yes….you do.”

“I plan on-”

“Be serious. Tell me your plan.”

“Do I really need one?”

“With the thought you were having this morning? Yes.”

“How did you know about my thoughts?”

“You have a future you know.” He whispers. “You have an amazing future ahead of you, without me.”

“I don’t think I can make it….”

“You can. I know you can.”

“I just want to sleep…….can you just hum for me? Like you always do?” You cry, reaching up to touch his hoodie.

“I can do that.”

He put you in his hoodie the night you stayed over, snatching it from where you had thrown it on the ground in both your rushes to get to his bed, pulling your arms into the sleeves as he kissed up your arms. His lips graze your collar bone before he kisses up your neck, smiling when you close your eyes.

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” He whispers, hugging you close as you both waddle to the bed, shuffling in together until you were both lying down. Your head on his chest as he hummed softly, after a moment you can’t help but laugh when you realize what he is humming.

“Are you humming me the imperial march?”

“No!” He rushes which makes you laugh even more. “It is so not funny-”

“No no no, I loved it. Keep humming keep humming.” You whisper, moving to look up at him with your chin on his chest. “It was great.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re gorgeous?” He whispers back, bringing a hand up to rub a thumb across your cheek.

“You….everyday. Like 10 minutes ago when you finished inside m-”

“WOW!” He interrupts, blushing and laughing.

“You’re handsome.” You answer, leaning up to kiss him before laying back down. “Now keep humming.”

“I can do that.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

When you wake up you are alone, in his sweater and in your pajamas, the bath cold and the sun streaming in. He wasn’t actually here, you realize, he never was. You had managed to sit in a bath fully clothed, and fall asleep.

There is pounding on the door, drawing your attention quickly, making you rush to jump out to answer it.

When you open the front door Sam is standing there, taking one look at your tear streaked face and soaked clothes before she is diving in to grab you in her arms. She holds you tight as you collapse, rocking you slowly as you sob into her chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay.”

“He did terrible things to us- and I can’t fucking get it together.”

“You’re doing great. There is no correct way to go about this.”

“I miss him.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wanted a future with him.”

“You deserved one.” And when Sam says it there was no malicious hint to it, just a soft understanding smile. “But you deserve a future after him too.”

“I cannot believe we are actually doing this.” You laugh, rushing past your friend to snatch your shoe from the bookshelf, you had no clue how it got there. “Ohmygod! Hurry hurry hurry!”

She laughs, letting you snatch her hand and rush you out the door, both of you running as fast as you can to the train stop.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” She mumbles, excitement written on her features as you both huddle together on the seat. While she panics you take a second to check your phone, smiling when you see that Sam had sent you the pictures from her wedding you attended months ago, both of you smiling widely.

The lights flicker on the train, and for a moment your heart stops, you take a second to look around……and for as long as it has been you are ashamed to admit you wait to see Ethan on the other side of the train.

But he is not here and you were no longer there.

You were in your future, living bigger than the whole sky just as he would want.

Which meant Taylor Swift of course…….

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slxtherin-prxncess · 7 months

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dark!stepbrother!ethan where he’s absolutely obsessed with the reader and he borrows her computer and finds out that she was watching some kinky shit (like i mean kinky) and then he makes a move on her and smut from there!! also pls make him really dominant if possible. thank you <3

Good Girl For You

pairing: dark!stepbrother!ethan landry, AFAB!reader

contains: non-gf!au, smut (mdni), unprotected p in v, cream pie, oral (m receiving), face-fucking, choking, overstimulation, stepcest. Lmk if I missed any

an: lmk if you wanna be in the taglist

Ever since you were little, it's just been you and your mom.

She never had boyfriends, and you were an only child, so you had grown up to be protective over your mom.

That is until Wayne, your step-dad, came into your life. He had 3 kids: Richie, Quinn, and Ethan. Richie was grown, so he didn't live with you guys, but Ethan and Quinn did.

Quinn was super nice. She was the sister you never had. Both of the siblings being a year older, you were now the youngest.

Ethan, however, was a pain in the ass.

He was such a dick. He would always taunt and tease you, taking your stuff without asking, and even invading your privacy. He was such a douche but god, he was so cute.

You couldn't deny it, Ethan was hot. Especially when he walked around in those gray sweatpants

He knew that you were looking at him, and he loved it. He wore those gray sweatpants on purpose when he was hard, just so he could walk in front of your room when the door was open so he could catch you staring, not to mention he would purposefully tip something over or drop something just so he could look at you bent over.

And to his luck, both of your parents were out that day. Unfortunately, Quinn was there, but hopefully, she wasn't a snitch.

"Hey Y/N," Ethan leaned against the doorway sluggishly. "Can I borrow your laptop?"

"Why?" You shifted in your seat so you could peer at him. And, of course, he was wearing those godforsaken sweatpants.

"I need it for something. Are you gonna let me use it or not?" He cocked a brow.

"For what? Porn?" You scoffed.

He rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out expectantly. "Well?"

You handed your computer to him with a sigh and settled back in bed, seemingly bothered by his presence.

It was only minutes after he had been in his room before your stomach wrenched, and your heart sank.

'shit, shit, shit,' you thought as you raced to his door. You had forgotten to close your tabs from the previous night.

"Ethan, I need my computer real quick. Just really fast, I'll be two seconds," you beat on his door and jiggled the knob that wouldn't turn.

He unlocked his door and handed it to you with a smug grin. Oh he definitely saw it.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, that wasn't meant for you," you whispered embarrassingly as you tried to take the computer from him, but he waved it higher than your reach.

"Nuhuh, I think you did it on purpose," he smirked. "Leaving your porn tabs open for me?" He tsked. "You're smarter than I thought you were Y/N."

"No, Ethan, it wasn't meant for you to see, I forgot to close them and i-"

"Oh you’re such a liar.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “You're such a smart girl, I dont believe you could be so careless,” Your breath got heavier at his accusation.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. You really hadn't done it on purpose, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He yanked you in his room and closed the door, pressing you against it as he held his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your increasingly aching cunt.

“You know, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be into that sort of stuff. Always get so nervous when someone flirts with you, always get so flustered when people touch each other in a movie.”

He was ignoring your request completely. “But it makes sense now, you get all shy cause you like it.”

Your eyes widen, and you squirm in his arms, not exactly trying to get away. not really trying to get away at all, actually.

"Wonder how many times I’ve been sitting with you on the couch while your cunt gets all wet." Your body is frozen in embarrassment, it’s kinda hot. 'God. Don’t think like that Jesus'

"Yet you aren’t trying to stop me, are you?" His voice is so completely self-assured and cocky. Asshole.

It made you so wet. You aren’t trying to stop him. You don’t want him to stop, even though you should.

He pulls his hands back a little for you so that if you want to get out, you can. Without as much internal protest as you’d hoped, you stay completely still.

"See, I was right. You are just a little slut who wants to get touched by her stepbrother." You visibly cringe at that but feel slick spill into your panties at his words.

He roams his hands down until one stops directly above your waistline.

"Ethan," you said warningly. "Stop.."

“Oh but why? It feels like you like it when I talk to you like that. I mean… given the videos you were watching, I bet you like it.” You pushed up against him. You just want him closer, it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong. He knew what he was doing, making you feel small, degrading you. “You do like it, fuck.” He started grinding himself against your thigh. You did like it, you wanted him to keep going, keep making you feel small.

"Y'know, I've imagined touching you like this so many times. Every time you act like a brat or roll your eyes at me, all I wanna do is back you up against the counter and make you melt for me," he smirks.

"I thought you said you didn't think I'd be into this stuff."

“You can be into anything I want you to in my fantasies.” His other hand snakes up to start running his thumb up and down the column of your throat.

This really should not have such an effect on you, but it does. Your eyes flutter, and you let out a soft, needy breath as you lay your head back against him.

“Oh you like that? You like that I just imagine you in any position I want?” You nod your head reluctantly. Your lips open and close, but no sound comes out.

He’s barely even touched you, but it feels like your tongue is twisted up in your mouth. You can feel your resolve just slipping away the more he speaks to you, the more he touches you.

“Fuck,” his hand slide up your neck and went to the back of your head. “I know you do. Now get on your knees.”

His hand tangled in your hair right up against your scalp, and he tightened his grip a little, pulling your head back ever so slightly in the process.

The way he was talking to you, how he was treating you, all like you were just some object for his pleasure… fuck, it made you wet.

If this situation could possibly get any worse from you guys just doing anything at all in the first place, getting turned on from your stepbrother degrading and objectifying you would definitely make it worse.

You moaned softly when he pulled your hair as you started to kneel down in front of him slowly, struggling to resist the urge of responding ‘yes, sir.’ When your knees were on the ground and you finally stopped shifting around to get as comfortable as possible, you finally realized the position you were in.

You were about to suck your step-brothers cock.

But at this point, all thought or consideration of morality and shame had long been lost on you. Instead, the lewdness of the situation only fueled the fire, and part of you was just getting off on how wrong this was.

You felt filthy and all it did was make you want to continue. ‘Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?’, would be what you’d typically be thinking. And you were, just less in a self-deprecating way and more in a self-humiliation way.

You bite your lip at the site in front of you, Ethan’s clothed hard cock in his gray sweatpants. He had noticed how fixated you were and tilted his head at you with a smirk.

“You want it?” You just stared up at him and moved your hands up to his thighs as you slid them up. “I asked you a question, answer me.” He pulled your hair a little harder this time, and you moaned a little louder.

"Yes, I want it," you answered. You felt as though your brain had formed into mush. You hadn't even registered his question as a question when he asked. You just knew you wanted to touch him.

“awe, you do?” He mocks your voice and pouts his lip before scoffing and leaning down ever so slightly. His thumb caressing your neck.

“Don’t worry, im gonna fuck this little throat of yours.” You shudder a little before just nodding your head and opening your mouth.

You loll your tongue out, and he grins. “Yeah, stay like that.” He slaps his heavy tip on your tongue, and you can taste the bitterness of his pre-cum.

“Open wider.” You obey him and open your mouth further. He leans forward and spits in your mouth. Your eyes flutter, and you press your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You like that?” He laughs and rubs one of his fingers over your tongue. “You like it when I spit in your mouth? Fucking disgusting.”

He grips his cock and guides it onto your tongue before pushing into your mouth. He groans and holds your head back against the side of his bed before he starts thrusting into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck. Such a good girl." He rutted into your throat, tilting his head back as his tip abused the back of your throat.

"What would your friends say if they knew you’re getting face fucked by your stepbrother, and loving it so much you’re practically dripping onto the floor? What would your mom say?” You really didn’t wanna think about his second question.

“Mmm.” You just hum around his cock in response and he smirked. It’s not like you could actually respond.

You kept your eyes on him, loving the way his jaw tightened when he hit the back of your throat. Or the way the muscles in his arms would twitch and flex under his tight shirt. He was right, you did love this and you could feel the discomfort of your sticky panties between your thighs, damp and uncomfortable.

His hand went to the top of your head to grip your hair between his fingers and he started pushing in faster.

“Yea? I’m gonna paint your pretty little throat and you’re going To .Take. Every. Ounce.” With each word he slammed his tip in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna cum down this slutty throat and you’re gonna swallow it all and thank me.” His face and neck were a little red and he had this sheen of sweat that the light from his lamp bounced off of.

He looked like some kind of angel and if he wasn’t aggressively fucking your face you might’ve actually believed he was.

“Fuck, oh take it.” He moaned and pushed his cock to the back of your throat.

“Mmh, oh fuck… love sucking on your big brothers cock, yeah? Such a fucking cockwhore it doesn’t matter who it’s from.”

He was thrusting at a fervent pace, and it was evident he was just chasing his own high. Using your mouth as his personal fleshlight to fuck and fill.

It was hot being treated like this, especially by Ethan. He tightened his hold on your hair and pushed in a little too far which made you choke. It made slick pour into the gusset of your panties.

Fuck, he was right. You’re a total slut. Your hands went up to hold onto his thighs for support as your eyes closed. Spit drooled down your chin and onto your chest, tears poured down your cheeks which Ethan took pleasure in wiping away.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that pretty pussy. Bet she’s just crying for me.” ‘Next time?’ The thought made your skin burn with arousal. “Think you’re gonna let me fill up all your holes. Fuck. Yeah, I wanna see that. My obedient little stepsister leaking cum onto my bed, absolutely spent. Such a fucking whore you’d probably ask me to do it again. Fuck your little pussy till it’s sloppy and bred.”

His hips stuttered, indicating he was close to release as be fucked your throat mercilessly.

He rutted his tip right against the back of your throat while he moaned and mumbled. “Good girl, good girl. Take it, baby.”

spurts of cum painted your throat as his thrusts grew weaker.

He pulled back out of your mouth and looked down at you while he stroked himself a few times to make sure he was done. A little bit of cum spilled from his tip and onto your thigh.

You could finally swallow now that he was out of your mouth, and god, it felt good. You opened your mouth to show him that you really did it.

He panted lifted you up, wiping cum and saliva off your chin.

"You're so pretty like this. You're making me hard again," he smirked, crawling on top of you.

He gripped your thighs, spreading them so he could position himself at your entrance.

"You want it? You want me deep inside you?" He whispered in your ear, teasingly as you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes," you whimpered, peering at how absolutely amazing his cock looked. You imagined it deep inside you, fucking you better than you could take.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"So bad," you whined, tilting your hips up to feel a sense of relief in your desperate center, but be pulled back with a smug grin.

"Oh, I bet you do, because you're such a slut, aren't you? Such a slut for your stepbrother," he hissed when he slid his cock inside your walls, your wetness not making it difficult at all for him.

"Yes," you moaned out, thanking your lucky stars that he was inside you. God, you felt so dirty. He was your stepbrother, but it just made it that more hot.

"So tight," he groans as his hips rutted into yours, a moan slipping from your lips.

His hand wraps around your throat, barely squeezing but enough to where you swore you could've came just from the feeling of his hands choking you.

"Such a slut, so wet for me. For your stepbrother." He groaned, and he repeatedly slammed into that sweat spot, causing a loud moan to emerge.

"As much as I love you moaning for me, you have to keep quiet," he said as he clamped a hand over your mouth, making sure to leave your nose unblocked so you could breathe. "We'll get caught if you're too loud."

"Y/N?" Quinn knocked on the door. You froze, but Ethan continued fucking you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

He removed his hand from your mouth and smirked.

"Yeah?" You called out, praying to whatever was out there that you wouldn't moan.

"Why's the door locked?" She jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't open.

"Um, just having some alone time. What do you.." Your eyes rolled back as his pace sped up. You bit your lip so hard you were afraid it might bleed. "What do you need?"

"Just checking on you. I thought I heard some noises," she said skeptically as she pressed her ear against the door only to be met with quiet creaks from the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything," you replied quickly as Ethan bit down on your shoulder.

Ethan's pace sped up as he repeatedly slammed into you, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Quinn asked, obviously annoyed.

You must've missed something, accidentally drowned something out while Ethan was fucking you so good.

"S-Sorry, its kinda hard to... to focus when I'm watching something," you stammered, the knot in your stomach so close to snapping.

"Or when your stepbrother is deep inside you," Ethan whispered, practically destroying your pussy while you tried your best to keep quiet.

A silent moan escaped your lips, and you froze, terrified she heard it.

"What was that?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows raised even though you couldn't see her.

"What was what?" Your eyes rolled deep into your skull, legs trembling as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Never mind, I'll leave you alone," Quinn said before walking away.

You let out a sigh of relief when you heard her bedroom door shut.

"Fuck, you did so good, keeping quiet for me," he groaned and his hips stuttered and his thrusts became harsher and quicker.

"Oh my god, m'gonna cum," you moaned, feeling helpless as Ethan fucked you mercilessly, his cock hitting all the right places inside you.

"Not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as he thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "You'll cum when I say so."

You whined in protest, but it was no use. He had complete control over you. You would bend over backward just for his satisfaction.

"Please, please, please, please! I can't hold it, I need to cum," you whined, bucking your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts as you chased your high.

"Good girl," he smirked, biting his lip as he got closer to his own climax. "Cum for me."

You weren't sure if you came because he gave you permission or he just happened to allow you when you couldn't hold back anymore, because you came before he finished his sentence.

Your entire body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum," he hissed as he fucked you through your orgasm. The overtimulation was too much. You felt so good, but you could barely take it.

"I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt up with so much cum you can taste it," he groans. "Yeah? You like that? You want me to cum inside this pretty cunt of yours?"

You nod quickly as you felt a second orgasm form.

His free hand snaked down your body and applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it roughly and your moans got louder.

"So good for me," he praised as he sensed he was going to cum.

"M'cumming, cum for me," he ordered, his hips stuttering before you felt the warmth of his cum paint your walls the same time your second orgasm ripped through you.

"Fuck," he panted, burying his head in your neck.

He looked down at you, his cum dripping out of your abused hole.

"We should do that more often," he said with a smirk.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry scream #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #scream smut #smut #tw stepcest #stepbro!ethan

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rafeysbafey · 5 months

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also thinking about ethan getting flustered and shy around reader all the time in public (shes literally walking him like a dog that he has to hold onto her waist whenever she walks too fast) but in private its a whole different story.

smut below cut MDNI

"ooh look at that dress!" you gasped, squeezing ethan's hand before leading him into the direction of the store.

you stood in front of the window, trying to decide whether or not it was worth purchasing the piece of clothing.

ethan's hand dropped from yours to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as he waited patiently for you to decide.

"is it cute?" you asked, looking up at him with a curious expression as he stared at you in silence, "ethan?"

"s-sorry, what baby?"

you giggled at his answer, realizing he was busy staring at you then actually paying attention to what you were saying.

"you're so adorable," you smiled, standing on your toes to peck his lips quickly, causing his face to heat up almost immediately.

in front of family, friends, especially in public; ethan was this shy quiet boy who was too busy admiring his girlfriend to really pay attention to anything else, which you found adorable.

but behind closed doors, he was the one in charge.

"fuck, look at you- my little cock slut," he groaned from above you, mesmerized by the way his fat cock would disappear inside your tight hole.

you laid there under him completely powerless, brain foggy and eyes watering from his rough thrusts that seemed to rearrange your insides.

"too fucked out to answer?" he cooed, fake pout on his lips as he started toying with your nipples, causing a whine to drop from your mouth.

"good, just lay there and take this dick."

#yandere ethan landry #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry angst #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry scream #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry

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sicbaby · 11 months

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making bestfriend!ethan cum in his pants <3

it’s a random monday night and ethan came over to yours, to do his homework. you distract him, of course, and he ends up on the floor on his knees, painting your toenails for you. you’re sat at the edge of the bed, and ethan nervously take your left foot in his hand, his soft caresses making your spine tingle.

he’s almost halfway done with your first foot, when you decide to lay flat on the bed. he looks up at you as you do so, your crop top rising slightly, and he’s able to just see the bottom of your breasts. his face flushes a deep red, and he quickly looks away in embarrassment, and returns to painting your toes. he knows you can’t see him, though, and takes quick glances back up to your breasts every now and then.

you try to get comfortable at the awkward angle, and shift your upper body slight, causing your right foot to accidentally graze over ethan’s crotch. this causes his breath to audibly hitch.

“sorry!” you say, thinking you just hit his leg with your foot.

he takes a second to get himself together, and finally responds. “it’s okay..” he says lowly. another second passes by, and he mutters a “i didn’t mind” under his breath.

this causes you to lift yourself up on your elbows. “huh? what did you say?” you ask, genuinely not able to hear what the boy just said.

“oh- uh- uh… nothing. it’s not important.” he says quickly, and you notice how red his face is. you question it, but decide not to say anything out loud this time. you plop back down on the bed, and ethan watches as your upper half bounces, which makes your boobs bounce as well.

“christ,” he curses under his breath. you sit up quickly, and catch ethan staring at your tits. he returns back to painting your toes, not realizing that you had just caught him. you notice there’s a growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, and you can’t help but smirk. you lay back down on the bed while ethan continues.

you pick up your right foot again, this time, placing it directly on ethan’s bulge. his mouth opens, but doesn’t say anything, afraid you’ll realize what your doing and stop.

after a bit, and he still doesn’t say anything, you begin moving your foot back and forth on his now fully hard dick.

ethan seems to forget how to think. he doesn’t move, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. the feeling of your foot is driving him wild from the bottom up, the feeling sending shudders down his spine. he doesn’t even bother trying to be subtle after a while. his face is flush and he’s starting to breathe heavily, trying in vain to think of the right words. his heart is pumping wildly in his chest, his body still going tingly and sending chills down his spine as little whines and moans come out of his mouth.

you lift your crop top up just a little, exposing your hard nipples to the cold air. this makes him fold even more. the poor boy is already so close, just the feeling of your foot and the sight of your bare chest is enough for him.

he feels paralyzed at this point, realizing he’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm. he begins to rock back and forth, in tandem with your foot. he can no longer hide his moans from you, starting to get loud, even though he’s so embarrassed.

“fuck, y/n… please…” he begs. you smirk, but don’t say anything, just adding more pressure with your foot.

“i’m.. im gonna… i’m gonna cum..” he says the last word harshly, still feeling so ashamed at the sinful act. “please.. i cant cum like this, y/n… please, baby..” the pet name makes your stomach drop, and arousal forms in your panties.

“it’s okay, e..” you sit up on your elbows. “i want you to cum in your pants, sweet boy… make a mess for mommy.”

he groans at that, and quickly reaches his high, rocking back and forth against your foot, his head shooting up to look at the ceiling, letting out soft “ah, ah, ahs” as he paints the inside of his boxers with thick cum. you instantly feel the wetness seep through, it showing up nicely on the gray he’s wearing. you smile sweetly at him.

once he returns back to earth, he looks back down at his pants, feeling so hot and humiliated, but he loved every second of it. he looks back up to your pretty face.

“t-thank you, mommy…”

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream #scream smut #scream iv #scream 6 #scream 6 smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine

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astermath · 11 months

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mark of mine ⋆୨୧˚

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you getting ready turns into something more intimate with your boyfriend. he doesn’t realize he’s about to go out with marks of your affection all over him.

word count: 1.4K

tags: established relationship, fluff, praising ethan for being the prettiest boy, him being so vulnerable to your kisses, marks of red lipstick, idk what else to put here lmao

notes: just a bit of a fluffy blurb, I’ll be trying out a new character soon but for now my ethan landry brain rot must be satisfied. please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related writing!

The room was filled with soft music, the smell of freshly applied perfume and dim, cozy lighting. The two of you were getting ready to head out with the rest of your friends to a party. Or, well, at least you were. Ethan was sat on your bed playing a mobile game, since all he really had to do was get dressed. Sometimes you envied him for not having to put in a lot of effort to look good, but then again, you did like the entire process of getting ready to go out.

You rummaged around your makeup bag, somehow not being able to find your favorite lip gloss, before you remembered you’d let Tara borrow it. You decide to look for something else, until your fingers came across a lipstick you hadn’t touched in forever. It was a gorgeous dark red, and you vividly remember begging your mom to get it for you when you were just a teenager. The memory brought a smile to your lips as the pads of your fingers touched the luxurious packaging.

You looked back into the mirror and took off the cap, twisting the lipstick up and gently applying it to your lips. The texture was smooth, creamy, the color resembling a deep, almost blood-like shade of scarlet red. It worked so well with your skin tone and your features, you wondered why you hadn’t touched it in so long.

You ran it across your bottom lip, twisting the lipstick back down again and putting it away before you rubbed your lips together, releasing with an audible ‘pop’. You admired yourself in the mirror, before a pair of familiar hands distracted you.

Ethan hummed softly, hands finding their place on your hips as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Hmm… You almost done? I’m getting lonely just sitting on your bed…”

You turn around to face him, hands sneaking up his chest and settling on his shoulders as your back bumped against the sink. “You’re so impatient…”

He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours, thumbs gently running circles over your hips. “Can you blame me?” He leaned further down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Hm… You look so pretty…” He smiled against your lips. Funny he was saying that right when he had his eyes closed to kiss you.

You returned the kiss, body relaxing under his touch. Of course he always thought you looked gorgeous, often sneaking glances at you even if you two weren’t talking, and complimenting you any chance he’d get. But seeing you all dolled up like this, it truly brought something out in him. And when you’d put on that fancy perfume, he’d always be all over you by the end of the night.

You pulled away and held his face, eyes widening just a little at the slight red stain on his lips. Now you remembered why you didn’t wear this lipstick that much again, it was not transfer proof whatsoever. But that just gave you an idea...

You smiled gently and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. A perfect kiss mark adorned his face, and he had no idea. “Hm... We have some time before we have to head out, right?”

“Wh... Oh, uh, yeah... I think so.” He always got so into kissing you, he sounded a little out of it afterwards. “Why?”

“No reason in particular, just wanna spend some alone time with my boyfriend.” You grinned, having to hold back a giggle at the sight of your lips marked onto his skin. You took his hand and guided him back to the bed, getting on his lap when he sat down, straddling his hips. Your dress hiked up just enough to expose your thighs, those gorgeous thighs he could never get enough of. Even now, his hands gravitated towards them, settling gently on the soft flesh.

You leaned in again, one hand sliding into his curly hair, gently scratching his scalp as you peppered gentle kisses over his cheek, before moving onto his jaw. “You’re so pretty...” You mumbled against his skin. You felt Ethan’s hands grip your thighs just a little harder, his hips shifting slightly at your words. He was so easily influenced by you, like your presence alone excited him.

You dipped down to his neck, his breath getting caught in his throat when you kissed the sensitive skin below his jaw. His hands started moving back and forth, softly rubbing, almost massaging your thighs.

“My pretty boy...” He could practically hear the smile on your lips when you whispered into his ear, shivering when you nipped at his earbud. The kisses on his neck got more intense, and he responded well to them, making sweet noises as reward for your efforts. He spoke your name softly, almost as a warning, as if to say “if we keep going, I’m going to have a problem”.

You pulled away, looking at him and feeling satisfied with the masterpiece you’d created on his face. He was a little flustered, pink cheeks decorated with deep red marks of your affection. Your lipstick was perfectly intact, but anyone else looking at him would quickly realize what you two had been up to before.

You were rudely interrupted by a loud notification on your phone, startling you both.

[chad]: r u guys coming or are u too busy fucking?

[mindy]: please don’t be fucking rn

[chad]: they’re def fucking

[tara]: U GUYSSS just get down here already it’s cold :’(((

You smiled at the screen and texted back a quick “omw!” before tossing your phone to the side.

“Alright, we should head out. The others are getting cold waiting for us downstairs.” You pressed a final kiss to his cheek before getting off his lap. Ethan’s hands remained in place for a moment, ghosting over where your thighs had just been, not fully registering your words yet.

“Right! Right, we should uh... Yeah.” He adjusted himself a little and grabbed his jacket as you put on your heels.

You were already downstairs, waiting with the rest as you were trying to defend your case of not having sex with your boyfriend right before you were going out.

“Right, what else would have been taking you two so long?” Anika rolls her eyes and teasingly bumps her hip against yours.

“I’m telling you, I seriously couldn’t find my phone!” You giggled.

“Alright, alright, let’s just hope he hurries up so we can actually go.” Mindy said, hands rubbing her own arms to keep herself warm a bit. “I love your lipstick by the way, I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

You smile at her compliment, and right as you wanted to respond, the sound of the front door opening interrupted you. Everyone turned to look at Ethan walking outside, a smile on his face as he waved.

“Hi! Sorry it took so long, I seriously couldn’t find my keys.” His smile faded a bit when he noticed everyone was staring at him. You felt your own cheeks heat up at the sight of his kiss marked face. In the heat of the moment, you’d completely forgotten to tell him to take it off, and now your alibi for what you were up to earlier was totally ruined.

“Are... You guys okay? Do I have something on my face?” Ethan questioned, oblivious as usual. Chad broke out in laughter at those words, and the rest followed soon after as you brought your hands up to cover your embarrassed face.

“Oh, man! You guys suck at lying!” Chad says between fits of laughter.

Ethan opens the camera on his phone and his eyes widen at the sight. “S-Shit, I didn’t realize your lipstick rubbed off on me like that.”

Tara and Anika had already snapped multiple pictures of Ethan’s face, so there was no way either of you were ever going to live this one down.

“Alright, alright, very funny, haha.” You try to interrupt. “You might wanna go wash that off babe.” You look at Ethan, and he nods with a bit of a nervous smile.

“I don’t know girl, I think it’s a look!” Tara comments, and they all laugh again.

You rolled your eyes, but secretly, you agreed.

That picture Anika took of Ethan became your lock screen soon after.

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wekiamo · 1 year

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still love you pt. 2

heyy finally part 2! 😭 sorry for the wait. anyways i’m glad y’all like the fic! reblogs are appreciated and requests are totally welcome!

warnings: swearing, murdering, stabbing, blood, fluff! if something’s missing tell me in the comments

you screamed.

“[NAME], NO!” tara screamed even louder than you did. she started to cry even more. you couldn’t die, you and sam were one of the most important things in her life. you were always there for her and she was always there for you, you both had some kind of sister connection. you always had so much fun, you loved deep conversations - actually, you loved anything that made you spend more time with each other. you could never lose her and she could never lose you. was she losing you right now? that’s one thing she would NEVER want in her life, ever.

while tara was still screaming for your name, denying that you were dead, sam had covered her mouth and started sobbing. sam couldn’t even think of ever losing you, that she’d panic. she can’t imagine a life without your jokes, without cooking a new recipe with you every day with the same playlist going on, without crying on your shoulder and you crying on hers, without holding hands with you everytime she gets nervous.

“her screams were way better than i thought, i bet you had your fun, huh? great job, son” bailey praised as ethan came back from the dark room, alone.

ethan nodded and smirked in response.

“we were having a little fun. wanna join?” quinn asked, walking to stand beside sam and tara so he could see them - sam with blood in her arms and tara with blood in her cheeks.

“no thanks, i think we’ve had fun enough, haven’t we?” the tall boy looked at his father, then his sister, making bailey nod - quinn was not satisfied at all, she wanted to tease and hurt them more before actually killing them, but she tilted her head in agreement.

“so, tara” bailey started, walking towards the girl whose expression was totally readable - a mixed feeling of anger and sadness. “how do you want to die? would you rather get stabbed in the mouth, the neck, the eye-“

“fuck you” she said almost whispering between sobs.

“oh you liked the last option, tara? wanna be stabbed in the eye?” he chuckled. “fine”.

tara could not stop crying. it was just all too much for her.

“what about you, sam? how do you want to die?” quinn looked at the girl, tilting her head

she didn’t respond, she only stared. she looked at each one of them, starting with tara, then bailey, then quinn, and stopped at ethan.

“motherfucker you don’t even have the RIGHT to ignore my questions” quinn yelled at sam then slapped her hard.

oh how sam wanted to jump on her and make her scream so loudly that anyone in this city could hear, but she couldn’t. not right now. sam was getting more and more out of control - if she could get away with this situation, she’d kill them, ALL OF THEM, brutally.

“how do you think it was to get a phone call and acknowledge that my son was fucking murdered? huh?” bailey grabbed sam by her neck roughly, making the girl unable to breathe “he died in YOUR hands. now you’re going to fucking pay for this and for all we’ve suffered” he got his hands off of her

“he was crazy, him and his pathetic girlfriend went on a killing spree because of a FUCKING MOVIE. he was so useless he didn’t even get to kill more than one person ” sam laughed “he deserved to die. but you guys are all insane too, just like him”

“ENOUGH” quinn raised her arm with her knife, about to stab sam’s neck when you stepped in

“get the fuck away from her. NOW” you said, pointing a gun to her, holding it with both of your hands. you were far from them.

“what the fuck?” ethan turned to you, looking genuinely confused.

“[name], you’re alive!” tara said with a tone of relief in a slight grin, unable to completely smile due to what’s happening now

“you’re just like your brother, aren’t you,you little shit?” sam asked not waiting for a response, looking at ethan “thank god you’re alive, [name]. you’re just in time” she continued

“what the fuck is happening here, isn’t she supposed to be dea- HEY” tara took the knife out of quinn’s hands and grabbed her by the shoulder, stabbing her in the chest. “what happened quinn? why so quiet, bitch?” tara teased. “i’m gonna fuck you up” quinn said, falling down to the floor quickly.

“weapons down, bailey” now you were pointing the gun to him

sam was gone. you didn’t mind where she was going, because you knew well she was coming back for her revenge.

you were now getting closer and closer to bailey, gun still pointed at him. “lost another poor little baby, didn’t you?” bailey’s face was covered in fear, and he didn’t know what to do now. “how sad is that?” you teased him, pouting your lips

“you’re going to pay for everything. first richie and then quinn? double the price now” he said, looking obviously furious by seeing another child of him get killed, but this time right in front of him. that made him even more angry

“oh, am i? how?”

“behind you, kid”

you did not even turn to see what was going on behind you, but you could hear someone’s steps getting closer and closer.

bailey started smiling like a crazy psychopath. well, he was one. “it’s over for you now” he said, and you turned your head to see someone in a ghostface costume standing beside you.

“no, i think its over for you.”

“what-”

in no time, he was getting stabbed everywhere. arms, legs, chest…

repeatedly. and he didn’t stop screaming in pain. he was screaming like a fucking baby. not he knows what it feels like to be stabbed in his own skin. that goes on for almost a whole minute.

until it stops. and the person in the ghostface costume unmasks - sam.

“my dad is a serial killer. but you know, i’m better than this”

“thank you, thank you” bailey, still alive somehow, thanked sam with blood visible all over his body. it even made you pity him for a second, seeing him all bloody.

tara was now standing beside you too. she gave sam a look you didn’t really understand at first, then tilted her head.

“i think you liked that last option more than tara did” sam said before stabbing him in the eye. now you understood. she got her revenge, once again. she had a relieved look in her face, and you did too.

“cool” tara said with a slight grin, once again.

suddenly, quinn got up and started running in your direction. you quickly turned to ethan and threw your gun at his hands, and

ethan shot quinn in the head.

“aw man, i wanted to do it this time again” tara said in frustration, remembering how she shot amber

“ethan, you’re with us?”

“yes, and i’m so sorry for everything - i was forced to do everything and i tried to convince them not to do any of this, but it wasn’t my choice.” the boy said, frowning “please trust me”

sam and tara looked at each other, then they looked at you”

“i guess it’s true girls, we can trust him”

ethan smiled softly, getting closer to the three of you.

“why did you kill anika? and chad? you could’ve told quinn and bailey you didn’t get to kill anika and chad, and let them go” tara said still mad and untrustful of him

“i didn’t kill anika. that was my dad, and again, im very sorry. about chad, i dont think he’s dead. i was very careful with the knife”

“are you sure?”

“yes. we can go look for him”

“you’re not the ethan we know. where’s the super awkward ‘am i gonna die a virgin’ weirdo?” sam asked and they all laughed.

you looked at him, he looked down at you.

he grabbed you by the chin and leaned in to kiss you. it was passionate and genuine. you felt comfortable in his touch and started playing with his perfect curly hair - someting you knew he loved - and still seems to love.

“i love you, [name]. i’m sorry you had to go through all of this”

“i love you too ethan” you said, kissing him back.

“ew. anyways, let’s go and look for chad!” tara said, and sam followed.

you and ethan were still kissing. for a moment, you forgot how much of a good kisser he was.

“you’re still good at this” you said, pulling away from the kiss

“i know, honey” he joked, and you both laughed. “now let’s go with them”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 5 months

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hey can i request ethan and reader who meet up in the typical “library spot” where people go to kiss or ykyk

wanna make out with ethan. i wanted to make this a bit more…saucy but i just can’t. i need like a co-writer for smut scenes.

pairing: ethan landry x gn!reader wc: 535

masterlist / ethan landry

there was this secret corner of the library that every blackmore student knew about. in a section filled with old vhs and floppy disks, dust coating every surface. even the librarians don’t bother with that area.

so a few years ago some juniors claimed that area as the naughty corner, stupid name, but gets the point across. people go back there to get handsy and suck face in private while still in public. kinky freaks.

and, you just so happen to be one of those people meeting in the old corner. you didn’t head straight to your destination, making a show of perusing the shelves of books you don’t care about. stopping only a few times, pretending to read the spines and summaries of stories that make you wish to sleep.

looking at your phone to check the time you saw a text from him and you smirked, “so needy,” whispering to yourself.

you left the history section and finally entered the abandoned section. “i’ve been waiting for you,” a faint whine from the male voice.

a mocking pout, “oh, my poor baby. didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

dropping your bag with a soft thud you walked to ethan, who was sitting atop a desk with his hands between his spread thighs.

stepping into the small gap, ethan moved to wrap his long arms tight around your middle and pulled you impossibly close. not leaving an inch of space between your bodies. fingertips danced up ethan’s flexed biceps before snaking behind his neck. right palm resting at the collar of his polo with your left hand sinking into the curls at his nape.

“i’ve been missing you. wish you didn’t drop mathematics.” leaning his forehead into your collarbone, his arms holding even tighter.

you huffed a laugh as your nails scratched his scalp, “ethan you see me plenty outside of that one class we shared. we’re hanging out right now.” pressing two quick kisses onto his crown.

ethan took a big sigh, the air warning your skin, “but it’s where we met then became friends. and also where i got the courage to ask you on a date before slamming into a wall. and to this day i’m still shocked you still went after that scene.”

removing the hand from his curls, you moved to tick some unruly hair behind his ear. fingers tracking the curve of the warm skin, following the point of his jaw to his chin. loving eyes admiring the boy before you.

“well, i don’t know if you know this ethan but,” heaving a big sigh, “i got a thing for nerds. awkward boys really turn me on.” completely serious.

ethan couldn’t help but sputter a few low giggles, giving your body a slight shake. “weirdo.”

“it’s very true. you could be a peter parker in another universe. smart and awkward. hot.”

ethan smiled shyly, “well now your just kissing my ass.”

you hand curled a hold on his chin, keeping him in place as you leaned forward. mouth inches from touching, “not yet, pretty boy. not yet.”

and the sight of ethan’s eyes widening was such an award. feeling his throat take a deep gulp a cherry on top.

a/n: i wanted to write more but i kinda didn’t want to and also it would have been horrible smut.

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kausstar · 1 year

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LOVE LETTER

ethan landry x reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1k

ethan always received the cutest love letters from his not-so-secret admirer, and let’s just say it wasn’t you..

no description of reader. no horror, just fluff. modern au/collage au. kids. ethan being a cutie with kids. no ghostface.

𝓴aus. i just realized i haven’t posted in like 3 weeks sooooo my bad y’all.

you could only smile at the thought. the small child you’d only been babysitting for a couple weeks now, really had developed a crush on your boyfriend. no, not one of those “omg, he’s staring at me” type of crush but a “i don’t wanna see you unless he’s with you” type of crush. you didn’t know how to feel 100% about the whole thing, but you always feed her little obsession with him.

you couldn’t help it. seeing her little face light up when you said his name or even mentioned him made your heart arch. just like now, she leaned over the wooden table, legs in the wooden chair as she scribbled and smiled softly at the white sheet of paper you’d given her to accompany herself while you studied in the quiet library.

crayons filled most of the table, but a pencil settled in her small hand as she wrote. the pencil slightly reminded you of the studying you needed to do but you couldn’t take your eyes away from her sweet face. “you excited?” you smiled down at nova who looked up at you for the first time in minutes with pure excitement on her face.

her toothy smile had you by a choke hold ever since you’d met her. you remembered the day like it was yesterday, your neighbors had come over to introduce themselves after you’d just moved in and brought nova along with them. around the time they had come over, ethan was over at your house and was the first one to open the door.

he started conversations and told them that he wasn’t the one living there, but his girlfriend was before you would appear at the door, smiling apologetically. a small, “wow” came from the small girl who stood in between her parents as she looked up at the two of you with her big eyes. you and ethan could only smile at her cutely before you continued talking with her parents.

after talking, they went to leave, but she turned around to say something. “your faces are really pretty,” she said, to which ethan replied: “t-thank you. i like your dress.” and you could’ve sworn in that moment, he’d stolen her little heart.

days after, the neighbors came back over and talked about how nova couldn’t stop talking about “the pretty people next door” and asked if you would be willing to babysit her while they’re at work during the day or out at night. you, of course, said yes.

ever since then, she’d ask you 100 times when he was coming over and why he couldn’t come home with her, when it was time for him or her to leave. last night, she even pouted because he couldn’t make it for pizza night and you only pouted with her, mumbling a “i wish he was here too”. you only hoped seeing him today would make up for his absence the night before.

“yeah,” she smiled, jumping up in the chair a bit. “but you promise he’s coming this time?” she asks, her smile quickly turning into a soon to be pout. “i promise,” you say, before holding out your pinky. her smile grows as she locks her pinky with yours. the two of you kiss your thumbs and laugh lightly at your silliness.

suddenly, you feel your phone buzz on the table. you unlock pinky’s with nova and pick up the phone to find a text from ethan. “it’s from e,” you smile over to nova who’s quick to look at the open messages. “he’s coming?” she asks, now looking up at you, not completely sure which message to look at.

“yeah, he’s close— we just gotta meet him outside. are you done with your letter?” you asks, giving a glance to the heart and flower filled paper. she gives it a quick look over before nodding over to you. “alright, come on,” you smiled, grabbing the books from the table to stuff in your tote bag. after, grabbing your things and nova practically running out of library with your hands lock, you find yourself outside waiting for him.

you weren’t waiting for long though because soon after you spot the curly haired cutie walking towards you. “e!” she smiles, spotting him quickly before you could even say anything. without much thought on her part, she runs over to him arms open. at seeing her running towards him, he opens his arms as well, smiling big from ear to ear. he gets down on one knee to engulf her fully into his arms.

seeing as they weren’t moving anytime soon, you walk towards them and surprisingly ethan puts nova on his hips and meets you half way. “hey, baby,” you smile up at him and he smiles back. “hey,” he says before leaning down to place a kiss to your lips. “hey! hey!” you hear nova yell making the two of you pull away with a laugh. “yeah?” he asks, now seeing a pout that wasn’t there on her face before.

“‘wanna kiss too,” she pouts, even kicking her feet a bit. you almost mumbled out a “wow” with the way she has a tantrum over him. you never expected to be sharing him. “okay,” he nods, before placing a kiss to her cheek which makes her pout quickly turn into a smile. her eyes move over to you and she sticks her tongue out, playfully.

you’re shocked by her and the two of you laugh. “i made you a letter too!” she shouts, remembering the letter in her hand. through his laughs, ethan takes the paper and looks at it with pure excitement. he nods as he reads over the sloppy hand writing, but it definitely does get better every letter. “thank you. i am gonna put it on my fridge, right next to the rest of them,” he says, sticking it into his back pocket, looking over at the spoiled kid.

“you know, e. i gave her the paper and crayons to make you that,” you say, sharing a glance between the two but mainly glaring at the toddler. “but i wrote it!” she yells to ethan as if he’s the one who said something. “yes, you did,” he groans as he sits her back down on two feet. “you know the sooner we get back, the sooner i can put your letter on the fridge,” he says, and she’s quick to grab his hand.

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i didn’t know what to do with the ending… sorry.

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