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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

summary: Y/n is a freshman at Blackmore University. They're currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in forensic science to become an autopsy technician. To further their research, and to make money, they pick up shifts as a mortuary assistant. Y/n must come to terms with the trauma of gruesome murders of their hometown, copes with the memories of their ex girlfriend Amber Freeman, and with the fact that their father was a homicidal maniac. Running doesn't get them far from their past as it chases after them into New York City. But maybe there's light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe, just maybe, the light is Ethan Landry.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (5)

I Don't Want To Die

Wordcount: 2k

Content warnings: violence, death, blood, more blood, depictions of gore. ethan did not have econ.

Quinn’s newest man of the evening had arrived, so she went to her room. Sam was upset that she’d invited someone who was basically a stranger to our apartment.

Sam brought out a few blankets and pillows for our friends. I was in the kitchen with Chad, Tara, and Mindy. We were all working to cook dinner.

“Sam, we do not have to stay here,” Mindy told her.

“Welp, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers” Sam replied.

“This’ll be so fun. A little slumber party with the Alive Five!” Chad exclaimed.

“‘Alive Five’?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

Tara stared at him, “Did you just give us a nickname?”

Chad smiled, “I sure did. I mean we’ve been through a lot together and it’s a pretty cool nickname.”

“So true, Chad” I nod.

“That’s debatable,” Sam says.

“Extremely debatable,” Tara adds.

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus,” Mindy tells her brother.

Chad gives her a shit eating grin, “Of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Alive Five up top!”

“No.”

“Down low!”

Tara shakes her head, “Get that away from me.”

Chad turns to me and Sam with his hand, “Please, for the love of God.”

“Don’t do it,” Mindy laughs.

I obviously give him a high five, laughing evilly as my friends groan. I interlock my fingers with Chad’s and squeeze before letting go.

“You know, I would actually like a little more respect and support from my fellow members of the Alive Five.”

Anika interrupts us, “Guys, what the hell?” She turns up the TV as we file into the living room.

The newscaster starts talking about Sam being the lead suspect in the current murders. He discusses the rumors online about me and Sam being responsible for the killings last year. He said we were trying to “revive our fathers’ legacy” or some bullshit. The video of Sam yelling at that girl on the street the other night played.

Sam turned off the TV aggressively. She walked over to the dining table and sat by herself. Tara and I followed. We sat in silence until Tara spoke.

“I know you’re not a fan of the way that I’ve been handling things, and that I’ve been giving you a really hard time. But I can say that none of us can relate to what you are experiencing. And I’m really, really sorry you have to do that alone.”

Sam stifles tears, “It’s not your fault. And I know I shouldn’t care what people think,” she pauses, “It just sucks being this hated.”

“Hey, hey,” Chad says as he walks into the room with Mindy, “Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you.”

“Yeah, Sammy” I agree.

“Okay? We have all been through some fucked-up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. But you know we moved here together for one very specific reason.” Chad reminds Sam, “We’re a team.”

Mindy chimes in, “We are the Alive Fucking Five.”

“Thank you very much!”

“Ah, I hate myself.”

Chad and Mindy high five.

“Say it” I tell Tara.

“No, I’m not gonna say it,” she refuses, “I mean, yes, we are a team but-”

We’re all trying to get Tara to say it and we’re laughing.

Sam interrupts, “I’ve been sleeping with Cute Boy from across the hall.”

It’s quiet.

“Boom!”

We all erupt.

“I knew it, I knew it!”

“You called it.”

“Knew it from the day you had that hickey.”

After we calm down from Sam’s lover, Chad looks at me.

I gave him a suspicious look, “What?”

“Do you have any love affairs to confess?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No?”

“Nothing with our tall, dorky friend?”

“Who may or may not be Ghostface” Mindy mumbles.

I look at the confused, “Ethan?”

“Yes, Ethan!” Chad bangs the table.

“No, I am not sleeping with Ethan!” my voice ups in pitch.

Chad gives me a look, “Hm.”

I argued with him about it. He claimed we’re too cuddly, so I rebudled that I’m cuddly in general. Sam backs me up by mentioning me in her bed last night. Mindy says I was flirting with him at the frat party because we were dancing. I said that I just wanted my friend to have fun. They let it go.

“I feel like we should high five or something,” Tara says.

“The Alive Five high five, please?”

“Don’t call it that.”

We all high five in the middle and interlace our fingers. For a minute I feel safe, I feel okay. It feels like a real family where I belong. Sam’s phone rings and it’s Cute Boy. We make fun of her for a moment and she declines his call. Quinn is heard moaning in the other room.

“Oh, my God, Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again” Tara jokes.

We all laugh as the moans and thuds get louder. All of our phones go off. We’ve been airdropped a picture of Quinn being attacked by Ghostface.

“Help! Stop!”

We all jump up from the table and sprint towards Quinn’s room. Chad grabs Tara’s arm and pulls her away before she gets to the door. We all stop and stare. It’s silent.

“Run.”

The door swings open and the killer throws Quinn’s body. Everyone is screaming.

“You guys come on!” Tara screams, running out with Chad. I watched Lucifer run out with them.

The killer slices Mindy’s arm. Anika starts fighting him from the floor. He grabs her by the throat. I watch her as she struggles to breathe.

“Hey, fuckhead!” I scream, kicking him in the side.

I trip over myself and hit the floor. I kick and scurry backwards as the killer crawls towards me. He grips my ankle and pulls me towards him. I kick my legs and shove his face away. He stabs me in my right thigh. I scream in pain and kick him in the face. The force makes him pull the knife out of me and step backwards.

Anika tries to latch onto him again. He grabs her by the throat and pins her to the wall. The knife is plunged into her stomach, he drags and twists it upwards. She cries and shrieks. Sam comes running in with the wooden knife holder and smacks him over the head.

We run into Tara’s room and lock the door. I grab a belt from the floor and a pen. Mindy grips her gaping wound. We remember that the bathroom connects through the rooms. Mindy rushes to close the bathroom door.

“Oh, fuck! That guy’s dead!”

The killer comes running at the door. Sam and Mindy force it shut and deadbolt it. I take the belt and pen and tighten them above my bleeding wound. I’m bleeding a lot. There’s a major artery that I’m worried has been severed. All the while, Mindy and Sam are blockading the door. Anika is practically bleeding out in front of me. We’re all screaming and crying and bleeding.

Cute Boy from across the hall calls out to Sam from the window. She rushes over. He pushes a ladder in between the two windows.

“You three go first. Mindy!” Sam yells.

“What? No. Someone needs to hold the door. I’ll send Y/n and Anika next. Go!” Mindy replies.

The killer bangs on the door. I can tell he’s throwing his whole body weight against the door.

Sam crosses the makeshift bridge as Danny sends words of encouragement.

“We’re losing a lot of blood!” I shout at Sam as I limp to the window.

Anika groans, “Say something more positive!”

Sam makes it across and I pull myself with my upper body across the ladder as fast as I can. I wince and whine, crying harder as my wound drags. I finally made it across. Anika forces Mindy to go next. She gives her one last kiss before crawling across to us.

Anika gets onto the ladder, “Oh, God! I can’t do it!” She slowly crawls.

The killer comes up to the window.

“Anika, you have to move now!”

I scream, “Come on, we got you!”

The killer grabs onto the ladder and shakes it vigorously, Anika shrieks and cries. She keeps trying to crawl as Mindy screams.

“Baby, I don’t want to die!” Anika yelps out. She takes Sam’s hand.

The killer completely knocks Anika off the ladder. She falls. We watch as her head crashes into the dumpster below, then hits the hard concrete. Her skull bleeds onto the pavement. I passed out.

When I come to, I’m in an ambulance. My leg is being stitched up. The EMT sees that I’m awake. The sun is starting to rise.

“Hey, that tourniquet was a good idea” The medic tells me, “You might’ve saved your life.”

I gulped and nodded. I see my friends in the ambulance across from me. They see me too. The medics, police officers, and crime scene investigators litter the place. I overhear multiple indistinct conversations.

I see Ethan duck under the crime scene tape. Chad sees him too.

“Chad?”

Chad rushes over to him. He grabs him by his collar, “Where were you?!”

Ethan is confused, “What? When?”

“Last night!”

I yell, “Chad, stop!”

“I had Econ. You know this!”

“Bullshit, man! You disappear, and my sister almost gets killed!”

“Chad!” I yelp, leaving the ambulance. The medic yells after me. I half-run over to the boys, my stitches tearing. “Chad, it wasn’t him!”

Chad looks at me, “How do you know that, Y/n? ‘Cause he’s your little boy toy? He couldn’t hurt you?”

I grip my thigh and wince, “Oh, fuck. No! Because I kicked that fucker in the fucking face! Ethan doesn’t even have a bruise! And whoever it was definitely has a broken nose.”

Chad lets Ethan go, he walks away.

I moan, using both my hands to squeeze my thigh. I start to cry and crumble to the floor.

Ethan grabs me, “Oh, fuck. Th-that’s a lot of blood. Oh, my God. Y/n!”

He helps me back over to the ambulance where they have to re-stitch me. I sob and hiss in pain. Ethan sits next to me. I grab his hand and squeeze it with all of my strength.

“Fuck!” I scream. I clench my teeth, my breath ragged. I sound like a kicked puppy. The adrenaline has worn off and now I’m just in agony.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Ethan whispered.

I couldn’t speak in anything but jumbled sobs. The medic was done stitching me, but I was still weeping. Ethan softly shushes me, pulling himself closer. I gulp and breathe heavily.

I looked into his eyes, “Ethan, it was so scary.” I wrap my arms around myself and fall forward onto him. His arms place themselves around me and I cry into his chest. “Oh, my God, they’re dead!”

“You’re okay,” he says softly, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to die.”

Ethan pulls back slightly, “Hey, look at me.” His hand meets my cheek, his thumb wipes tears. “You’re not going to die.” His tone is suddenly serious.

I shake my head, “You don’t know that.” I look at the ground and let more tears fall.

“I said look at me,” Ethan adjusts my face to look at him.

I tremble in his fingers. His eyes meet mine. He looks at me with the harshest expression I’ve ever seen on him. He puts his other hand on my face and says:

“Anyone who tries to kill you is dying first.”

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a/n: tehe i like this one

#scream #scream vi #scream 6 #ghostface #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fanfiction

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angelinaheartshapedbox · 10 days

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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (4)

Distractions

Wordcount: 1.1k

Content warnings: descriptions of embalming.

I went to work after meeting with my friends. I’ve always tried to focus on something else when things are bad. The brain can’t focus on two emergencies at the same time. My boss left to go pick up a new shipment of embalming fluid, leaving me to finish the last two bodies. One of which was a young stab victim.

I prepared her for her funeral. I use eye caps to keep her eyes closed, and I use a needle injector to close her mouth. I shave her face because it helps when applying makeup, then I moisturize her. I can now embalm her arteries. I create an incision in a vein and insert the drain tube. I found her carotid artery, and made an incision. I insert the cannula and begin embalming.

The machine is very loud. So loud in fact I didn’t hear that another person had entered the room. I stood unaware until I felt hands on my shoulders.

I gasped, “Oh, my God!”

“Sorry!” Ethan threw his hands up in defense.

“Ethan!” I turn off the machine, “You can’t be in here!”

I remove my gloves and push him out into the lobby.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to apologize for saying that stuff earlier, and Quinn said you’d be here” he replied.

“Thank you for apologizing. I have to get back to work” I say, turning to walk down the hallway.

“Should you be here all by yourself?” he asked.

I turned back around, “I can do my job.”

“No! I-I didn’t mean that. I just meant like, none of us should be alone, right?” Ethan said, painfully awkward.

I sigh and rub my temples, “Go sit at the desk and don’t touch anything.”

I made Ethan put a mask on. He sat behind the desk in the embalming room. He put his earbuds in and put something on his phone.

Now, I get back to work. It’s time to embalm her cavities. First, I need to aspirate the organs with a trocar. This removes any fluids or gasses left in the body. I do this down her body. Then, I injected cavity fluid into her torso. My job is now done.

I repeat this process for the next few bodies in the morgue. It takes about 3 hours. I finish embalming and my boss calls to say I can leave. I take my things from my locker. Ethan had fallen asleep, so I woke him up.

I tap him, “Let’s go.”

Ethan jumps awake, he looks confused. He sees my face and remembers. We walk to the parking lot and he asks for a ride. Of course, I agree. I took him to his dorm.

Before Ethan walks away, he leans down and sticks his head in the car, “Be safe.”

“Always am” I smile. He shuts my door and I leave.

When I get home, the apartment is quiet. I put my stuff by the door, and change into my pajamas in my room. I wander down the hall and I end up at Sam’s room. I stand in the doorway like a child.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” She asks.

I step into the light of her lamp, “Sam, I’m scared.”

She sighs, “I know. I know.”

I stumble farther into her room and lie down next to her in bed. I put my head on her shoulder, arms wrapped around her arm. I feel like a child with nightmares, like I have to sleep in my mother's bed.

Tara comes into the doorway, she doesn't say anything. She gets in bed on the other side of Sam. She reaches a hand over her sister to hold mine. We fall asleep like this.

I don't have any nightmares.

When I wake up, Sam and Tara are gone. I hear chatter from down the hall. I wonder what time it is as I walk down the hall into the main room. Everyone is there.

“Morning” Chad greets me.

I put my hand up to wave, furrowing my eyebrows unintentionally.

Quinn looks at me from the kitchen, “Coffee?”

I shake my head in response.

“Um, are we not talking today?” Mindy jokes at me.

I shrug and make my way to the couch. I sit in the corner of the sectional and curl myself up. I stare at the TV, squinting. Ethan is next to me, I can feel his body tense.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning” I croak back.

Chad claps, “They're alive!”

I wince at the sudden loud noise. Ethan puts a hand on my head, “Shhh.”

“Everyone's staying tonight,” Sam says, “We can't risk it.”

Ethan looks at her, “Oh, I can't. I have econ tonight.”

“Sounds like a cover up” I mumble.

Mindy puts her hands on my shoulders, “So smart.”

“I literally have a class, I can show you my schedule” Ethan defends himself.

“I’m kidding” I tell him with a side eye.

I’m still probably a quarter asleep. I watch the episodes of Friends that's playing. All the while Ethan slowly sinks further into the corner that I'm in. He puts his arm on the back of the couch, letting me set my head on his shoulder. I’m still curled up in my same position. I can feel Ethan's pulse from his neck on the top of my head.

“Your pulse is really fast,” I whisper.

He nervously laughs, “I’m anxious.”

I nod, “me too.”

A bright light flashes us followed by Chad muttering, “Shit.” He's pointing his phone at us.

“Really?” Ethan gives Chad a dirty look.

“Well, you guys looked so cozy I had to capture the moment” Chad replied.

I roll my eyes and then close them. I float in and out of consciousness for the next hour. I guess I fell asleep for a little while because I woke up to Ethan shaking me.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Sam is kneeling on the floor in front of me.

“What happened?” I look at my friends’ worried faces.

“You were sobbing,” Ethan tells me.

“Oh” I replied. I put my hand on my face, wiping the liquid from my cheeks. “I had a dream about Amber.”

Tara puts her arms around me from behind. She doesn't say anything. I pull myself away from Ethan and hold Tara back.

My friends all end up on the couch. The day passed and we watched stupid shit on TV. We gossiped a lot.

“And he literally looked at her and told her to shut up,” I said.

“No way,” Ethan replied.

“What'd she do?” Quinn asked.

“She slapped the shit out of him.”

Chad nodded, “Good for her.”

“Totally deserved,” Mindy added.

As we were chatting, Ethan stood up and started grabbing his things.

“Where are you off to?” Mindy asks.

Ethan points at the door, “Econ. Remember?”

“Oh, yes. His precious econ. He just has to go so bad he'll risk his life for it” I joke.

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile and walked out the door.

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a/n: hiiii this chapter is so very lame i'm sorry. good things coming i swear. also i just got dumped today so i'll be pumping out chapters bc i have nothing else to do. love ya <3

#scream #scream vi #scream 6 #ghostface #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fanfiction

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angelinaheartshapedbox · 14 days

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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (3)

The Franchise

Wordcount: 1.5k

Content warnings: none.

I sat at the cafe table across from Ethan. I was quietly eating my lunch. When I looked up Ethan was just staring at me. His eyebrows were knitted together and he pursed his lips tight.

“Everything okay?” I asked him.

“I should be asking you that,” he answered, “I’m worried about you.”

I laughed, shaking my head, “I really am fine, E.”

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me, and he shouldn’t. I was so not fine. I was horrified. The thought of someone in that stupid mask coming for me made my stomach churn. I felt ill thinking about feeling another knife pierced through my skin. I looked back at Ethan, feeling scared for him now too.

“You should leave.”

“What?”

I sighed, “I don’t want you to get hurt, or worse. I think you should leave. Stop being around us. Try to get the fuck out.” I told him, almost begging.

Ethan narrowed his brows and shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere. You guys are my friends, I’m not leaving you for dead.”

I let out a breathy laugh. I almost cried looking at him. I looked down at the floor.

“Please, don’t do this, Ethan. Don’t be the hero.”

Ethan reached across the table and put his hand over mine, “Don’t do this, Y/n. You don’t need to be tough all by yourself. Let me help you.”

I pulled my hand away from his.

“We should go. Mindy wants to meet up.”

Ethan just nodded and got up from his seat.

My phone rang. It vibrated on the table, face down. I made eye contact with Ethan. He flipped the phone over for me. It was my mother.

“Shit.” I thought. I still hadn’t told her. She’s probably flipping out.

“Hi, Mom,” I said into the phone.

“Y/n? Oh, my God. Are you okay?” my mother spoke frantically, “I just heard about what’s happening, why didn’t you call?”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I was busy talking to the police all night after the attack and then-”

“Attacked?!”

“I’m okay, Mom. I have it under control. They’re really close to catching him” I felt bad lying to my mom, but it was for her own good.

I heard her sigh, “Call me tonight. Don’t forget.”

“I won’t. I love you.”

I left the cafe, leaving Ethan behind. I meet Mindy in the courtyard where everyone is sitting together. Ethan runs up next to me and we walk over to our friends. Mindy spots us and points us out to the group.

“Perfect! Let’s get started, take a seat” Mindy orders us.

Ethan takes a seat next to Tara, but I stay standing behind the bench.

Mindy starts clapping to get our attention, “Okay, nerds, listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not catching the killers last time.” Everyone gives her weird looks and she sighs, “It’s fine. Okay,” she adjusts her top, “The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”

Anika raises her hand, “Um, what’s a requel?”

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions to the end” Mindy tells her.

Sam cuts in, “Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college.”

“I would call it the original Stab. Not Stab 1” I say with a smile.

I’m ignored by the group.

“So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Chad asks.

“That is one possibility,” Mindy replies, “Heroes now in college: Check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or bodycount:” she points at Quinn, Anika and Ethan, “Check, check, and check.”

Ethan scrunches his face, “I don’t like this.”

“But it can’t just be about Stab 2” Mindy declares, ignoring Ethan. I pat his shoulder.

“Why not?” Tara asks.

Mindy continues, “It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel because nobody just makes sequels anymore.” Nobody says anything and Mindy gets excited, “We’re in-”

“A franchise” I cut her off.

She stares at me deadpan, “Must you always be the star?”

I smirk, “Can’t help it with a face like this.” I wink and she rolls her eyes.

“There are certain rules to a continuing franchise!” she restarts her rant.

“I had a feeling,” Sam mutters.

Mindy states the rules.

“Rule one: Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count.”

“Funsies” I intersect.

“Longer chase, shoot-outs, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep the people coming back!”

“Beheadings?” Chad questioned, writing in his notebook.

“Beheadings” Mindy doubled down.

I chuckle and do a slicing motion over my neck with my thumb. Ethan and Chad give me a disturbed expression.

“Rule two: Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations.” She takes a pause, “If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities…”

Ethan’s eyes go wide and he looks at the floor.

“You can bet the opposite will be true here. And rule three:”

She scans our faces, holding out for suspense.

“No one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia.”

“So, Kirby and Gale?” I inquired.

“Not looking too good for them” Mindy answers. “Oh, and that’s not even the worst part!”

Chad looks at Ethan, “This is the part where she tells us the worst part.”

“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments designed to boost IP. Which means main characters,” her eyes travel from me to Tara to Sam, "are completely expandable now, too.”

Mindy lists a bunch of characters that died in their own franchises to continue the story.

“That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam, Y/n, and Tara.” The expression on her face is more hurt now.

Everyone is quiet for a minute. Me, Sam, and Tara look at each other.

“Wait, any of us?” Ethan asks, breaking the silence.

“Yeah” Mindy nods.

He looks concerned, “Am- am I in the friend group?”

“Yeah” Mindy and I said together.

“Am I like one of the targets?”

I groan, “Oh, my God, Ethan!”

Ethan stares off into nothing and then asks, “Am I gonna die a virgin?”

I put my hands on his shoulders, “Oh, no, honey,” I whisper in his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, “The virgins don’t die.

“That was… a weird overshare” Mindy replies, “But it brings us to our current suspects: Ethan. The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

Ethan stammers, “Okay, wait why am I on the suspect list? Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate.”

“Yes,” I replied flatly.

“Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” Mindy clarifies.

Ethan rolls his eyes with attitude. I laugh and ruffle his hair.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” I ask him, deepen my voice.

He waves me away from his face, “Not funny.”

Mindy moves on, Quinn. The slutty roommate. A horror movie,” she kisses her fingers, ��classic.”

“Sex positive but… thank you?” Quinn says, confused.

“Mm-hmm. And how did you come to live with Tara and our deadly duo?” Mindy interrogates her.

“Do not call us a deadly duo, that sounds like we’re dangerous” Sam tells her. She looks at me for back up. I shrug in response.

“Uh, I answered their ad online” Quinn answers.

Mindy puts her hand up, “Okay, say no more. You’ve already implicated yourself enough!”

“It was an anonymous ad, Mindy” Tara states, “And you know we vetted her. Plus her dad is a cop.”

“And that makes it more likely that she’s the killer, because having a cop dad is a great cover. Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?!”

Quinn looks at us concerned, “Is she always like this?”

“And finally, Anika.” Anika blows a kiss and Mindy blows one back, “Never trust the love interest.”

Sam starts to stand up, “Okay! So, we have our rules and we have our suspects.”

“But wait,” Ethan interrupts her, “What about you guys?”

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro” Mindy states.

Chad points his pencil at her, “Agreed.”

“Totally” I add.

Quinn speaks now, “Um, not agreed. What if all the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”

“Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more,” Ethan says.

I look at him, disappointed in his words. I take my hand off of his shoulder and cross my arms.

He continues, “I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are-”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Tara warns.

“What the fuck, dude?” I exclaim. I get pissed and walk away. I can hear my name being called, but I just keep walking.

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angelinaheartshapedbox · 16 days

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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (2)

Scarred

Wordcount: 1.9k

Content warnings: blood, violence, guns.

“Who is this?” I ask, making eye contact with Sam.

The line goes dead.

“Who was it?” Sam questions with a serious tone.

“I think it was a prank call. It's fine” I reply, blocking the number, “Let's just get home.”

We get home and I go straight to my room. My body falls flat onto the comforter, face planted in my pillow. My Freddy makeup runs off onto my pillow and I just leave it. I debated sleeping in my costume. I am not in the mood.

I do, however, take my shirt off. I catch myself in the mirror by my bed. I stare at my torso. I run my middle finger down the scar that runs from my collar bone to my abdomen.

“Are you this pretty on the inside?”

Amber's voice echoed in my skull. Every muscle in my body tenses as I remember the feeling of the steel dragging through my torso. Amber's hands on my throat, pinning me to the floor. I remember how it felt to have the blood spill out of me. I just lied there, feeling myself leave.

My bedroom door swung open, “Y/n!”

I quickly grabbed my shirt off the floor and covered myself, “Ethan, what the fuck?!”

Ethan's hand flew to cover his eyes, “Oh, my god. I’m- I'm so- oh, God. I’m sorry.”

“It's fine, just close the door,” I say and he slams the door, “And knock!”

“Can you come out here?!” Ethan yells through the door.

“Why?”

“Y/n, hurry!” Mindy called out.

I threw my shirt over my head and rushed out the door, still tugging my shirt over my body. “What's up, Min?”

Mindy points to the TV. There's a new reporter discussing a murder. All I could really understand was:

“Blackmore students.”

“Brutally murdered.”

“Ghostface.”

I look at Tara, then Sam. I can tell what Sam is thinking.

“Sam-”

“Pack a bag. We leave in 10.”

“God, damn it.”

Tara and I chased Sam into the kitchen, calling after her.

“We’re leaving the city,” Sam tells us, taking a knife from the holder.

“Wait, let’s talk about this for a second, this may have nothing to do with us!” Tara tries to rationalize with Sam.

I said, “Yeah, I saw, like, 15 people wearing that mask tonight.”

“Are you serious?” Sam looks at us like we’re out of our minds.

“It’s a big city!”

“This isn’t a coincidence! You knew him!” Sam yells at Tara.

Tara rolls her eyes, “Barely.”

I rubbed my face with my hands. I sighed in annoyance.

“Chad, Mindy, back me up,” Tara begged our friends.

Chad looked at Mindy, “It is a little bit…”

“Close to home” Mindy finished.

“I’m not going fucking anywhere,” I told them, “I’m tired of being scared of these fuckers.”

Sam looked at me, “You should be scared.”

Tara turned to Quinn, “Quinn, your dad’s a cop, right? Can you call him and see what’s going on?” Tara looked back and me and Sam, “Before you make the unilateral to abandon our college education and flee the fucking state!”

“Again” I muttered. I really missed California.

Quinn called her dad. As we waited, Sam’s phone rang. Everyone stared at her phone, waiting for her to answer. I peaked over her shoulder. It was Gale.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“Oh, E. You do not pay attention when I talk, huh?” I said to him.

“You gotta keep up my dude” Anika adds.

“Sam? My dad wants to talk to you” Quinn said, handing Sam her phone.

The detective tells Sam that he needs me and her to come to the station. He said he needed to ask us some questions. I was now shaking. It felt like I had a scar on my brain from last year’s massacre, and someone just cut through the scar tissue. I felt sick knowing that this was involving us again.

I followed Sam out to the front of the apartment. Tara is close behind.

“Tara, no. Get back inside, lock the door” Sam demands.

“We’ll be back soon” I reassured her.

“Really? Now you don’t wanna stick together?” Tara says.

Sam’s phone rings again. The number belongs to Richie Kirsch.

“What the fuck?” Tara mutters.

Sam replies, “I never deleted his contact. It’s coming from his number.”

“Sam, don’t answer that. Sam-”

She doesn’t listen to me and answers the call. She leaves various threats to whoever is on the other line.

“The last people who tried to fuck with us ended up dead.”

As she continues to speak to the potential murderer like an idiot, I stand and look around the streets. I pay attention to people talking on the phone. Before anything else happens, Tara is grabbed from behind. By someone in a Ghostface mask. Tara shoves him into the bushes, I kick him before I run. Sam has us go into the nearby bodega.

“Please help us! We’re being attacked!”

“He’s gonna fucking kill us! Call the fucking cops!”

The Ghostface enters the shop. A guy in line steps up to him, trying to be tough. He’s brutally stabbed and killed in front of us. The shop goes crazy, everyone is screaming and running. The store clerk grabs a shotgun from behind the counter and shoots at the Ghostface.

“Go out the back!” he yells at us.

I sprint towards the door, “It’s locked!”

“Keys! We need the keys!” Tara shouts at him.

The store clerk fumbles with his keys and the Ghostface approaches. We scream at him, but it’s too late. He’s impaled multiple times. The Ghostface takes his gun. He cocks it and shoots in our direction. The bullet barely grazes my shoulder, but it stings like a son of a bitch.

Sam has us duck in an aisle. He shoots at the freezers behind us. We sit in silence, quivering. I’m squeezing Tara’s hand so hard my knuckles turn white. With my other hand I grip my shoulder that’s leaking blood onto my Freddy costume. Tara’s shaking and so am I. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. Sam grabs an empty beer can and throws it in the opposite direction. Once he’s distracted, we tip the shelf over and crush him. Sam grabs us by our wrists and drags us out of the bodega and into the street. Cop cars and an ambulance are waiting.

I sit in the ambulance as the EMT stitches my wound. She said it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes. I bit my lip again to get over the stinging pain. I try my best to not watch as the need and thread closes my bloody wound. It wasn’t a huge one, but she said it would most likely leave a scar. Of course. As soon as I’m patched up Detective Bailey takes us to the station.

The crime scene photos lay on the table in front of us. Sam sat next to Tara and I sat on the other side of her. I placed my head on her shoulder and grabbed her hand. Tara has been my best friend since grade school. When she was attacked by Amber last year, I thought it was all my fault. I thought it was because of my dad. I’d always been close to Sam, too. She was like an older sister. She always told me what to do, whether I wanted her to or not. She used to snitch on me to my mother all the time. Our moms were good friends, they knew each other’s secret. Mine and Sam’s secret.

Detective Bailey finally entered the room. He sat down and placed a Ghostface mask on the table. I looked away from it.

“This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene,” Bailey told us, “DNA says it belonged to someone named Richie Kirsch.”

I looked at Sam and Tara, they looked at me.

“Does that ring a bell?”

Sam answered for us, “We’re familiar with him.”

“But the one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara added, “It was kinda more beat up. Like it was older.”

I nodded in agreement.

Bailey cleared his throat, “Uh, I gotta ask. Do you have alibis for earlier tonight?”

“I was at a party with my friends,” Tara responded.

I answered, “Uh, I was with Tara. At the party.”

Sam gave her alibi of her therapist’s office, “And then I met Tara and Y/n at the party. Where I tased someone.”

Bailey gives her a concerned look and I put my head in my hands in defeat.

“Unrelated.”

Sam asks him how he even ended up with our case. He explains that he was offered it because it involves Quinn. He asks us some more questions. Sam’s ID and my social security card were found next to the body at the apartment.

“Wait, this asshole has my social security number?” I ask, “I’m gonna k-”

“Y/n” Tara interrupts me before I finish.

“So if the man that attacked you did steal your license and your social security and plant it next to the body, it’d probably be someone close to you.”

We go over our friends. Detective Bailey clears Quinn immediately. He asks if we know of anyone that might want to target the three of us.

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Tara says.

“We’re not easy targets,” I noted.

Another officer peaks into the room. He says that the FBI is here and is taking over jurisdiction. Bailey gets up and leaves. Sam sighs loudly. The other officer lets us out and hands us our belongings. When we finally exit the investigation room, we see Kirby.

Kirby Reed was a victim/survivor of the Ghostface killings in 2011. She went to high school with Sam, but I never really knew her personally.

Kirby and Sam hug. She acknowledges me and Tara as she pulls away.

“You’re the FBI?” Sam asks

Kirby nods, “Mhm.”

“You guys know each other?” Bailey asks.

Sam explains how we know Kirby. Then, Kirby talks to Bailey about the jurisdiction of the case. I excuse myself as my phone starts ringing.

I walk into an empty room and answer my phone, “Hey, Ethan.”

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. I heard you got shot? Are you okay?” Ethan’s voice comes through the speaker, laced with concern.

I laugh, “Yeah, E, I’m good. It’s barely a flesh wound. We’re still at the station, but we’ll leave pretty soon. I have a class at 9, so I need to get out of here fast.”

It was probably about 4AM when we got into the station, and now it was 7AM.

“You’re going to school? You’re just ignoring all of this?”

“I can’t let some stupid dickhead in a mask ruin my entire life. I’ve been running from Ghostfaces my whole life.”

There was no sound from Ethan for a few seconds.

“Can we get lunch then?” he asked, “So I can check-in with you. Make sure you’re dealing with everything okay?”

“You’re very sweet. Yes, we can have lunch. Just text me where. I gotta go now, bye.”

I hung up. Ethan was the most worried person I knew. He was a sweetheart, and I tried my best to help him out. When our friends made fun of him, even as a joke, I made them quit. I could tell that some things got to him and he didn’t deserve that. We’d gotten pretty close in the six months we’d known each other.

“Y/n?” Sam entered the room I was in, “Let’s go.”

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will the upcoming ethan landry fic have smut? so excited for the fic btw 😆

it won'ttttt sorry if y'all were expecting that😭 I'd say it's pretty suggestive though i just cannot focus on a plot and then fucking at the same time LMAO

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morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (1)

Unknown Caller

Wordcount: 1.5k

Content warnings: blood, violence, drinking, vomit, paranoia

It always starts the same.

I’m back in my father's house, walking up the stairs with a bloodied knife in hand. I look at my feet tracking blood up the stairs, staining the carpet crimson. When I peak over the railing I see bodies littering the floor. A soft thud startles me and I face forward, met with another body at the top of the stairs. Her lower half is still in the room she fell from, her upper body in view.

It's my mother. Her face spattered with blood, her own. She's gripping at the carpet, pulling herself away from the door frame. The farther she crawls the more blood I can see. Her eyes are almost lifeless as I make contact with them. She wheezes my name as she's aggressively dragged back into the room.

“Mom!” I shriek, running the rest of the way up the stairs and into the room.

My mother is again on the floor, a figure standing over her. I can't even make a sound as a blade is plunged into the center of her forehead and she lays still.

The figure faces me, light from the hallway shining on his bloodstained face. It's Stu Macher. The man that makes up the other half of my DNA. He's not my dad, he's not my father.

“Can't your old man at least get a hug?” He asks, arms widespread. He drops his knife.

I stumbled towards him, stepping over my mother's lifeless corpse. I look at him in his soulless eyes.

“Fuck you” I mutter.

The kitchen knife I'm carrying meets his abdomen, twisting as I push it deeper. Stu spits blood onto my face. I kick him to the ground and straddle his waist.

I repeatedly stab him. First in his chest and stomach, then his face. I stab him and scream and cry. I scream, “Fuck you!” Over and over. I stab his face until I can no longer breathe and his features are unrecognizable. His face is nothing but a bloody pulp.

I breathe heavily, hot tears streaming down. Before I can do anything else I'm startled by my phone ringing.

“Unknown Caller.”

“Hello?” I answer.

“Your daddy's so proud of you” the distorted Ghostface voice echoes into my ear.

My body jolts up in my bed. My phone is ringing on my nightstand.

“That fucking dream” I whisper, rubbing my hand over my face. No blood, no tears.

I pick up my phone, the called ID says “Unknown Caller”. My body stiffens, I feel my heart rate rise. I take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/n, can you come pick me up?”

“Tara? What the fuck? Where are you calling from?” I ask, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

“My fucking phone died, I’m on a payphone. I’m coming from Chad's and I miss the bus and- can you come get me? Please?” Tara's voice sounded frustrated.

I sighed, “Uh, yeah, I'm on my way. Just, uh, meet me outside the library.”

Tara sat in the passenger seat of my 2016 Toyota Camry. I quietly drove us to our apartment building. Even though it was 2am, the streets of New York were as busy as ever. It's a completely different world compared to Woodsboro. Sometimes I miss the quiet.

“You okay?” Tara questions, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, why?”

“You like sick or something,” she tells me.

I laughed, “Well, yeah, Tara it's 2 o'clock in morning. I’m tired.”

“Right,” she nods.

We pull into my parking space at our building and get out of the car. The elevator ride is quiet and we make our way to the apartment. I unlock the door and head straight to my room. I whisper a “goodnight” to Tara before I shut my door.

The next day, I woke up around noon. I don't have any classes or work, so really I didn't even have to wake up. I was going to a party later though, so I figured getting up was a good choice.

When I enter our living room I immediately see my dog, snoring incredibly loud. When we moved here I convinced Sam that getting a big dog would be a good safety precaution. So now I have a huge pitbull, technically an American Staffordshire terrier, that's more anxious than I am. His name is Lucifer, I call him LuLu.

I sit on the couch next to him and hug him, “Good morning, my Lu.”

Almost instantly, Lucifer’s tail starts moving at speeds unknown to man. He smacks my face with force. I give him a kiss on the nose before leaving to feed the cats their breakfast.

I brought my cats Samara and Phantom with me from Woodsboro. They were screaming at me from the counter to feed them. Samara is a slim Siamese cat with bright blue eyes, and Phantom is a big black and white manecoon. His face is split half white-half black, which is why his name is Phantom.

After feeding the cats and doing some other housekeeping stuff, I sat down next to Lucifer again and started on some homework for anatomy. I sat on the couch for hours. I put in Saw for background noise. I got through two of the movies, then Tara came home. Then Quinn did. We sat together and kept watching the franchise.

“Gross” Quinn would comment about every 10 minutes.

I’m still a horror movie enthusiast after everything that happened. It almost makes me feel better, how totally wrong some things about them are. I’ve never watched Stab, though.

“What time is it?” I asked Tara.

She peaked at her phone, “7.”

“Fuck, already? We should get ready if you're going to that party.”

Tara stood up, “I’m calling the shower.”

“Tara!”

Around two hours later and we're walking the streets of New York to get to the Omega Kappa Beta house. We're not alone, we have a few friends with us. We didn't know them super well, but Chad and Mindy were waiting for us at the party.

“Hey, Tara!” Some guy yells.

Tara stops to talk to him. He asks about Sam and the party. I just stand behind Tara and stare at him. He seems weird, but we move on.

My heart beats faster as someone in a Ghostface costume walks towards us. I instinctively reach for my pocket knife. They passed without even glancing at us.

“Chill out” Tara tried to help me.

I sigh, “You're right. Let's get fucked up.”

I’m about two drinks in and I'm talking to everyone. Nothing mattered, I wasn't scared. I spotted Chad and his roommate, so obviously I make my way towards them.

They're doing some weird shit with eachother. Chad says something then they both take a shot. I watch Ethan spit it back into the shot glass.

Chad calls out to a girl, “My friend here, he's a snack right?”

The girl smiled awkwardly, “Eh.”

“Oh, most definitely” I say, approaching them.

Ethan looks behind him to see me standing there, he smiles. He's wearing an awfully made robot costume I think. It's just cardboard.

“See? Sexy Freddy Krueger agrees” Chad referred to my costume.

“Just Freddy, it's only sexy ‘cause I'm wearing it” I laugh. I grabbed Ethan's bicep, “Let's dance.” I drag him away from Chad.

Ethan moves awkwardly to the Usher song playing, I laugh at him. I take his hands and try to make him move with me. He spins me like we're slow dancing.

“Did you just spin me to Usher?” I asked, giggling.

“Yes? No?” He responds, nervous.

I keep dancing and he sort of watches. He's unmoving and looks like an absolute loser. I decided to take him out of the huge crowd and go find Chad again.

When we find Chad he's talking to Frankie, who's trying to take Tara upstairs. Suddenly, I'm sober.

“What's going on? Tara, come here” I demanded.

“No, guys, I'm fine. I want to” Tara replies.

Then, Frankie grabs her arm and she falls. Chad pulls Frankie off the stairs and pushes him.

“Chad! Knock it off, dude!” I yell and Tara is telling them to stop.

They aren't listening. Sam then shows up, she separates the boys. Then promptly tases Frankie in the balls.

“Yeah, alright. Let's go” I say, grabbing Ethan again and leaving with my friends.

I silently walked behind Sam and Tara as they argued about everything. I figured if I didn't say anything Sam wouldn't lecture me too.

My phone rings, “Unknown Caller”. I let it ring. They call again. And I let it ring again.

A group of drunk girls passed us. One of them throws a drink at Sam. She calls her a murderer and Sam tries to fight back.

“You got a problem with me bitch!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I scream, throwing the nearly full can of beer I took from the party at the girl's head.

“You crazy bitch!” She yells, walking away.

My friends stare at me. I stare back. Things are quiet. My phone rings again.

I finally answer, “What the fuck you want, asshole?”

“Your daddy would be proud that you're a psycho. Just like him.”

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hi i haven't posted in almost two years but i am here to give you a 50 chapter fanfiction about ethan landry. like your uncle that you see every couple of years giving you 200 dollars for your birthday.

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morbid attraction

🩸masterlist🩸

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

Voicemail (1)

Unknown Caller

Voicemail (2)

Scarred

Voicemail (3)

The Franchise

Voicemail (4)

Distractions

Voicemail (5)

I Don't Want To Die

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A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

summary: y/n l/n is a sophomore at paradis university with a scholarship in music. while taking a necessary technology course to complete their major, they meet the infamous hockey player, eren jeager. y/n does their best to avoid him, but their efforts fail as they continue to run into him everywhere. they soon find that eren isn't the douche bag every depicts him as, and grows very fond of his company.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

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point eleven!

"i can't believe i won twice tonight."

wordcount: 1.3k

chapter tws: none.

i'm glad a decided to wear jacket with the university's name on it instead of a t-shirt, because it was freezing in that stadium. eren and jean got us seats five rows away from the ice, it honestly was perfect. the teams hadn't even come out onto the rink yet, and the stadium was starting to fill up fast.

"the game starts at 8:00, right?" armin asked the group.

"that's what eren said," mikasa replied.

i checked my phone to see the time. 7:38p.m. my eyes shifted around the rink, i don't know what i expected to see. i sat at the very end of the row. there were two empty seats next to me, sasha and connie would fill them when they returned from the snackbar.

"hey" a voice came from behind me.

i looked up at eren leaning over my seat, a smile plastered across his face. he was wearing his jersey and a pair of sweats.

"hi, where's your gear?" i spin completely around to look at him.

"locker room," he said, "are you gonna hug me or what?"

i nod and get out of my seat. i wrapped my arms around his middle, leaning into his shoulder. he smells like cinnamon and vanilla mixed with men's deodorant. i can see jean walk down the steps from over eren's shoulder. i smile and wave at him.

"are the seats alright?" jean asked me.

i pull away from eren, "they're great."

"yeah, thanks guys," armin says.

jean nudges eren, "coach wants us back, now."

eren nods, "we gotta head back, thanks for coming."

"of course, good luck," i fist bump jean and he turns around. i pull eren back into a quick hug, "good luck, champ," i whisper. i pat his back, and sent him off.

connie and sasha come back, they whine about not seeing jean before the game. the seven of us hang around talking for a while. we took pictures and ate a little.

the game started a little after 8:00. i know the basics of hockey from jean. i know that both jean and eren are defenders, jean on left and eren on right. i don't understand how they don't get along, they seem to have to work together on the ice a lot.

our team won the first period 29-21. there was lots of cheering from the crowd, mainly us. eren shot us a peace sign and a smile during the fifteen minute intermission, i got a picture. i film about a million videos and took a billion pictures of the boys on the rink. i just care about them so much. they lost the next period 19-24, meaning the next period would be stressful.

the score was tight the entire twenty minutes, one team always just a point away from the other. i could tell jean and eren were getting fed up with each other on the ice, there was a chance they might lose because of it. this game had me biting my nails and picking my lips.

there was a minute and a half left on the clock, the other team had the puck. reiner had it for a second, but it was quickly stolen from him. the puck was shot towards our goal. thank god for bertholdt, the goalie, because he shot that puck straight out. jean got a hold of the puck, when he was cornered, he shot it to eren. seven seconds left. eren was all the way across the rink. i've never seen someone move so fast in my life. he was about five feet away from the goal, three seconds left. he shot it.

the buzzer went off, and the paradis warriors had officially won their first game of the season.

i waited by the locker room for the team to show up. all of the boys were praising eren and jean, i was proud of them. they started talking about celebrating and drinking. i caught eren's eye as everyone filed into the locker room.

"did you see me out there?! i mean us. jean and i slaughtered it out there! and that last minute? god, it was perfect!" eren was grinning like a child, it was so cute.

"you guys did so good, 'ren, i'm so proud of you," i hand him the bouquet of carnations, "i got your final goal on camera, by the way."

"oh, you're perfect. send that to me, will ya?" he asked.

i nodded, "of course. i took a bunch of pictures, you could go through that if you want."

"yeah, that sounds awesome," he said.

i stared into his gorgeous eyes like i'd done a thousand times before. i bite my lip and grinned before saying, "i'm really proud of my boyfriend for winning that game tonight."

eren knitted his brows before realization hit him. i thought he was happy before, but he was over the moon right now.

"are you serious?" he grabs my waist.

"super serious."

"oh, my god, c'mere."

his hands meet my jaw, dropping the flowers. he puts his lips against mine, finally kissing me again. this time it felt much better. it was softer, warmer. i melted in his hands, and i think he was melting in mine too. my lips were cold when he pulled away.

"i'm taking you out, right now. how does milkshakes sound?" eren chuckled.

"what about your team?"

"fuck 'em, my lover needs me."

i don't think i've ever been happier than i am right now. i'm sitting next to eren in a very small booth, sipping on milkshakes. eren got a strawberry one, it's his favorite flavor. i picked my favorite too.

"can i try some of yours?" he asks, leaning towards my cup.

i slide it away, laughing, "no, you have your own."

"i finished mine. just a sip, please?" he shoots me his charming smile. i'm looking at him for so long i don't even realize he's taken my milkshake. i only notice when he takes a sip, setting it back down quickly, "that's good."

i gasp, "wow. i cannot believe you. i'm hurt."

"you'll get over it" he chuckles, kissing my cheek. eren leans on my shoulder as i suck on my straw. "i can't believe i won twice tonight."

"does that mean i'm a win?" i snickered.

"duh. 'course you are, baby" he mumbles.

i freeze up, looking down at him. he's comfortably resting on my shoulder. his eyes look sleepy.

"let's get you home, winner" i laugh, lightly making circles on his back.

he yawns, moving off of me, "okay. am i dropping you off, or are you comin' with me?"

"i wanna go home tonight, congratulate jean and stuff," i move my face close to his, our noses inches apart.

"alright, let's go," he closes the distance between us with a peck before dragging me to his car.

his car is insanely nice, comfy too. eren doesn't let go of my hand for the whole ride to my apartment. he talks about different date ideas, what he's going to tell his friends and team. he even asks me if it's alright for him to tell his mom.

he parks in front of my apartment building, "should i walk you up?"

"no, it's fine, i know how to work an elevator," i unbuckle, "thanks for the ride, and the milkshake. and the you."

"no problem, thanks for being with me."

i lean over the center console to kiss eren. the two of us are smiling so hard we bump teeth.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" eren asks.

"mhm. call me" i step out of his car. he watches me until i make it into the building. i rush to tell my roommates everything.

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a/n: I LOVE THIS CHATPTER SO MUCH OMG. THANKS FOR READING<33

character info! eren proceeded to go home and talk to his mom about y/n for a whole hour before sleeping.

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A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

point ten!

"yeehaw"

wordcount: 415

chapter tws: very VERY slight vomit mention

i could get up right now. i could talk to him. i could. i could go make up with jean right now. he's just across the hall. the hockey game's tonight, i have to talk to him today.

i take the deepest breath i've ever taken, gather my thoughts, and open my door to find myself in front of jean's bedroom door.

i knock softly, "are you decent?" i ask.

"sure, come in" he replied.

i turn the knob, and push the door open. i discover that my friend is a dirty, rotten liar. jean is standing in front of his bed with his pants still unbuttoned, pulling a shirt over his head.

"what's up? need a ride? or is "'ren" gonna come get you," he sarcastically says, "again."

my jaw locks at his words, he's such an ass. i roll my eyes, and sit on his bed. he walks across the room to grab something. he's not even pay attention to me.

"no. i do wanna talk about him, though" i start, he shoots me an annoyed look, "i just want you to know that your attitude is really upsetting me, and if you care about me at all you'll drop it."

jean turns towards me, "huh?"

"oh, my god, jean. eren's not going away soon, okay? i want to be happy, and i'm not gonna be if you two can't settle your weird fight."

"okay…" he moves towards the bed, sitting next to me, "i don't want you upset, obviously. and i especially don't want you to be upset because of me, so… i guess i can tolerate him."

i can't help but smile, "i literally love you, dude." i throw my arms around him. i've been mad at him for a few days, and i missed him so much.

"yeah, yeah. love you too," he murmurs, "you fucking jaeger kisser."

"jaeger kisser?!"

jean bought my breakfast after that, it was his way of apologizing i think. my first class of the day was calculus, i only took that course because my roommates insisted on it. i honestly didn't pay attention at all, which was definitely going to cause problems for me. i could only think about going to that hockey game.

eren could not have been happier. he was texting me all day about it, telling me all sorts of hockey things that i barely understood. jean talked about it all day too. it's so cute how excited they get over hockey.

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a/n: hi!! sorry i haven't posted in a while i had a breakdown LMAO. but i bought new clothes and got my hair done to yk that pretty much fixed everything. anyway thanks for readin<3

character info! y/n thinks men deserve flowers too. they give jean and connie flowers for special occasions all the time (connie cries).

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A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

chapter nine!

"i enjoy everything about you."

wordcount: 878

chapter cws: reader gets called pretty.

i start freaking the fuck out the morning i'm supposed to see eren. i have to leave at 8:00am to make it to see eren, and to class. i'm fully dressed and ready by 7:55, but i start getting nervous.

everyone else is just barely waking up as i leave. i wave goodbye to them, even jean. no matter how mad i am at him i still want him to know that i care.

the drive there is stressful too. i'm gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. when i see eren's car parked outside the coffee shop, my heart starts beating like a motherfucker.

he's sitting at a table when i walk in, i wave and he smiles. he stands up as i get closer.

"hi" he wraps me in a hug.

"hey" i hug him back.

we awkwardly pull away and sit in our seats. he says he already ordered for me, he asked mikasa for my order. we went quiet.

"i hate this," i mumble, drawing little stars on the table with my fingertips.

"hate what?" he asks.

"this weird, awkward thing that's happening between us. we had a good thing going, and now it's ruined."

eren shook his head, "nah, it's not ruined. we just have to talk, you know, what we came here to do."

"right," i laugh, "so, we kissed."

"it was great."

"amazing."

"perfect."

my nerves calm as the word leaves his lips. he wears the sweetest grin on his face, and i can feel my cheeks getting warm.

"alright, well, we both enjoyed the kiss" i start.

"i enjoy everything about you," he tells me.

i can't help but smile at him. he's so perfect. this going to be so hard.

"i really like you, eren. like, holy shit. i have never felt like this before, i've been with other people, but you're just perfect."

he sighs, "i sense a 'but'."

"but…" i hiss, "before i go any further with you, which i wanna do so bad, i think i need to work things are with jean."

the barista places our drink on the table.

"so it's like you need his consent before i can be your boyfriend?" eren knits his brows together, making his infamous eren face. a face he'd never really made directly because of me.

"no, oh god, no! i'd just… prefer that he understands that he's gonna have to play nice if he wants me to be happy," i pause to look at him closely, "and so will you."

he grumbles something unintelligible as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"what was that?"

he takes a deep breath, "fine."

the rest of our breakfast is spent talking about more normal things. classes, my music, his hockey stuff. it's so comforting to know how he feels about me.

"hey, um, our first game is coming up on friday" eren informs me.

"oh?" i tilt my head as if jean hasn't been talking about it for weeks. eren just looks so excited, i don't want to steal his thunder.

he nods, "i'd really love it if you were there. if you need money for the tickets let me know and i'll take care of it."

"i'll be there" i beam.

his whole face lights up, his smile is wider than before. his foot tapping becomes rapid, "i don't want you to be there for the team. i want you to be there for me."

"and jean" i add, playfully.

he rolls his eye, "and jean."

it was monday, which meant i had tech with eren, so when we said goodbye it wasn't really goodbye. five minutes later we were walking to class together. we got in trouble the whole time for laughing and talking. he walked me to my music theory class with mikasa.

mikasa opened the door for me, "you and eren, huh?"

"hm? oh, no. it's not exactly like that" i tried to explain.

"not exactly?"

"it's complicated. for now."

"weirdos."

later at band practice, i try to explain to the girls what happened. they listen while we tune our instruments.

"so he's telling me how much he adores me, and how he wants to be with me-"

"please tell me you didn't break this poor boy's heart" sasha stops me.

"what? no, just listen-"

ymir speaks, "i don't even really like eren, but y/n you have to take him. he cares about you so much."

"i know! that's why i wanna be with him too!"

"oh, thank god" hitch puts a hand over her chest.

i look down at my guitar, "i told him that i cared about him too, and as soon as i straighten things out with jean we can move forward."

"what happened with jean?" historia asked.

i let out an exasperated sigh, "i just need him to know that he has to get along with eren if he wants me to be happy. same with eren."

"just make up with jean and be his partner already, god!" annie screams, "you guys are so good for each other! you even have me invested in this!"

i smile at annie's anger. she's not even this worked up about her own relationship. i have to make things right with jean before friday. shit, this'll be hard.

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a/n: okay last chapter for now i'm going to sleep. thanks for readin'! <333

character info! sasha's currently making a y/n x eren ship account.

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A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

point eight!

"i kissed him. i kissed eren jaeger."

wordcount: 800

chapter tws: food/eating mention.

i sit criss cross on my bed, holding my stupid ass cat, spook, in my arms. he purs as i pet and scratch him. sasha leans over and pets his little head.

"hey, y/n?" jean says, grabbing my attention. "who's pants are those? you said you were at mikasa's, those are big."

i look down, shit i was still wearing eren's sweatpants. i look back at jean and smile, "they're armin's!"

"really? armin owns sweatpants that say 'paradis soldiers hockey' with eren's jersey number?" jean's eyebrows are furrowed as he stares me down. i didn't even notice they had that on them.

"okay, fine! i was with eren! i spent the night at a friend's house, big deal!"

jean rubbed the bridge of his nose, "it's not just that you spent the night with my nemesis," he pauses for emphasis, "it's that you lied about it, y/n."

"alright, just calm down, jean. they can hang out with whoever they want," sasha intervened.

"i'm not saying that they can't hang out with him, i'm saying that i absolutely fucking hate that they are hanging with him" jean does random hand gestures as he speaks.

"what'd you even do with him?" connie asks out of plain curiosity.

i pause, my mind goes blank. i'm obviously not gonna tell them everything. jean is too pissed already.

"we watched movies and had a sleepover. that's literally it. j, will you please ch-"

my phone started to ring. we all stared at it for a hot second. jean snatched it off my nightstand.

"his contact name is "'ren"?!"

i grab my phone from him. he was making me so mad. furious, even.

"give me that- hi, eren!"

"hey, i didn't know if it was better to text or call or what. i just wanted to talk about… what happened. is now alright?"

"you know what?" i look at jean's angered expression, and i know what i'm going to do, "um, how about we do this over coffee tomorrow? before class?" i speak into the phone, staring at jean as i do.

"oh- um, okay. yeah, sure that- that's perfect. i'll- uh- i'll see you tomorrow then."

"yeah, see you," i smirk as i kept my eye contact with jean, "'ren."

i hang up. jean looks like he wants me dead, and if looks could kill, i would be.

"what the actual fuck, y/n-"

"i kissed him. i kissed eren jaeger. on the mouth, for eighteen seconds. then, i caught my breath, and kissed him for another fourteen. and after that, i slept in his bed, in his sweatpants."

i stood in front of jean, he only blinked at me. he wore a baffled expression. i didn't let him say anything.

"sasha," i turn around, "let's go get dinner."

eren's pov

i paced back and forth in my room, armin and mikasa watching me from my bed.

"will you chill?" mikasa asked.

"what'd they say?" armin was much nicer about my crush on y/n.

i stopped pacing, "we're getting coffee tomorrow."

mikasa's face lit up, "eren, that sounds like a date!"

i shook my head, "i don't know. we're just talking about the kiss. why is this so stressful?"

"kiss?!" mikasa and armin both shouted.

"did i forget to tell you?"

i told my friends the details of the amazing kiss i had with y/n. my knees went weak just thinking about it. i ended up lying flat on my bed with mikasa and armin on either side of me. my hands cover my face as i groan.

"i could text them for you," mikasa offered.

"god, no," i said.

"you're just gonna suffer until tomorrow morning?" armin hovers his head over me.

"yep," i reply, "i might finish clueless. we didn't get to finish it, too busy makin' out."

"gross" mikasa droned, pushing my face.

i laugh as she rolls her eyes. i'm so happy i have these two to help me out, i'd be hopeless without them.

y/n's pov

i stared at my phone screen as i ate my fries in sasha's passenger's seat. i told her not to go home yet, so we were just driving around.

"can you tell me about it?" sasha asked.

"about what?" i muffled through a full mouth.

"your kiss with eren, stupid!" she smacked my arm.

"oh, yeah," i adjust myself in the seat, "it was amazing, bro. i felt like i was on cloud 9. i swear to god, my soul left my body. i ascended. i wanted to scream, and cry, and throw up, and-"

"that good, huh?"

"perfect."

she smiled, "so you guys are like a thing now?"

"i don't know. we're gonna talk about it tomorrow over coffee."

"sounds like a date."

"shut up. it's not. yet."

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a/n: i absolutely adore this chapter i think it's a good kind of explanation of the shit that's happening idk i just love it <33 thanks for reading<3

character info! eren's jersey number is 13 because mikasa's birthday is feb 10th and armin's is nov 3rd, he just loves them so much. jean's jersey number is 11 because it was either 11 or 12 and he wasn't gonna be next to eren.

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A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

point seven!

"you can stay the night here. if you want."

wordcount: 1k

chapter tws: none.

eren walked back into the room, face buried in his phone. i watched him bump into the door frame, and walk away like he didn't. he such a big dude and he's so stupid too. he throws himself back onto the bed, making my body bounce.

"welcome back" i say, grabbing the remote.

"hey. thanks for pausing it" he replies. he gets comfortable in his place again.

"yeah, no problem. i still can't believe you haven't seen it."

i was mildly uncomfortable due to the fact that i was wearing a full outfit. i got dressed up, but when i got to eren's place he was in pajama pants and a wife beater. he was all comfy under his blanket, and i looked stupid.

"it's cold as shit in your house," i tell him.

"you're in my bed, dumbass, get under the covers" eren chuckles.

i listen to him and wrap myself in his sheets. they're super soft, i forget he's rich sometimes.

eren's intensely staring at the movie. his mouth is slightly agape as he watches the screen. his eyebrows knitted.

"wait, so is cady, like, full blown plastic now?!" he turned his head towards me.

i nod, "yeah, pretty much."

"what the fuck, cady?!" he shouts at the TV, his arms open.

i laugh at his seriousness. his stupid, angered expression was the cherry on top.

"she wasn't supposed to do that!" he yelled as he looked at me.

"no, she wasn't," i sit up with him, "just keep watching, it gets better."

he turns his attention back to the movie, still looking pissed. i couldn't help but stare at him the whole time. he was so into the film, it was pure entertainment. he was shocked throughout the whole movie, pausing it to ask questions. everytime i responded with, "just keep watching!", and he did.

at the end of the movie, he wanted to keep talking about it. he was in utter surprise at regina and cady's actions.

"i hope you realize you're getting worked up over a chick flick, eren."

"it was emotional!"

i laugh at him as he continues to complain and give commentary.

"have you ever seen clueless?" i ask.

"no" he answers, his brows raised.

"do you wanna?"

"yes."

i tell him to find it while i let my roommates know i'm gonna be a little while longer. i can hear him clicking through the different movies as i type.

"you can stay the night here. if you want," eren says casually.

my head shoots up. he's still just searching through movies. like he didn't just drop that bomb.

he looks at me, "you don't have to. did i make it weird? shit, i'm sorry."

"no, no, no," i stop him from apologizing, "i'll stay. i'm gonna have to lie to jean, though."

"oh, yeah, you do that" he smiles, returning to the screen.

i text jean that i'm staying with mikasa, he doesn't care. eren and i watch clueless, and he's just as into it as he was with mean girls. it's genuinely so cute how involved he is with this.

he's rambling about something that's happening in the movie, i'm not paying attention. i've just been staring at him since we started the movie.

"you're so fun to hang out with," i murmured.

he turns to me, "you think so?"

"yeah, i'm having fun."

eren leans back onto the pillows next to me, pulling the blankets over him. he props up on one elbow, "i'm having fun with you too."

i smile softly at him. he's wearing a big, stupid grin on his face. his face gets more flushed the longer we make eye contact. he looks away from me.

"you need clothes."

"what?"

"uh, pajamas," he stands up, "if you're gonna stay the night you should be comfortable."

"oh, yeah. i could just sleep in these" i reply.

"no, what the fuck? just take my stuff," he walks to his dresser, "sweats or shorts?"

"sweats, please."

he tosses me a pair of black sweatpants, and directs me to the bathroom. i leave the room to change.

i push open eren's bedroom door, he's sitting on his bed, looking at me.

"fuck…" he whispers under his breath, but i heard it.

"what?" i ask, tilting my head.

he clears his throat, "nothing. it's nothing, um, the movie?"

"ready to finish it?" i sit back in my spot on his bed.

he nods, and lays back again. while we watch, he's less interested in the movie now. i can feel his gaze on me. when i look over at him, he quickly looks away. it's driving me insane.

when the movies over he exits the screen, "what's next?"

"i've been thinking about what annie said earlier" i blurt out.

he snaps his head towards me, "you… have?"

"mhm," i sit up, "you haven't?"

"no, i have, 'm just surprised that you have" he explains.

"really?" i move a bit closer to him.

he just nods. god, do i have to do everything myself?

i press my lips against his, and eren is immediately pressing back. he pulls my face further into his, leaning into me. my hands rest on his waist. he's very roughly grabbing my face, deepening the kiss.

i think i blacked out after that, because the only thing i remember happening is falling asleep. i wake up to seven missed calls, and five text messages from jean.

"shit" i mumble, throwing the covers off of me. i start to gather my things.

"mmm, morning," eren groans, "you leavin'?"

"yeah, jean needs me. he sounds urgent" i continue to grab my stuff, putting my shoes on.

eren sits up, "i think we need to talk about this, right?"

"yes. yes, definitely," i stand up, "later, though. i'll call you. bye, 'ren."

i hug him before rushing out the door, and out to my car. jean calls me as i'm driving.

"y/n, why the fuck wasn't your phone on? we can't find the fucking cat, sasha's checked the whole place. connie's running down the block right now."

"shit, shit, shit! i'm sorry, i'm coming. i'm sorry. fuck!"

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a/n: THEY KISSED!!!! sorry if you were hoping for a slow burn lol. they're still not gonna be together for a few more chapters, but it's not gonna be slow. thanks for reading<3

character info! eren refused to watch any type of chick flick with mikasa but he had so much fun y/n he's gonna watch all of them. 13 candles is next on his list.

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