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Ethan morales nsfw alphabet?

NSFW ALPHABET || ETHAN MORALES

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Ethan is generally good at aftercare. He will give you soft kisses and tell you how good you did. He will also wipe you off and take a shower with you if that's what you want. If he has to leave in a hurry he always makes sure to still wipe you and give you a soft kiss before heading out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

His favorite body of himself would be his hands. This is mostly because he knows that you love them. He also loves the idea of being able to make you fall apart with just his hands and fingers. His favorite body part of yours would be your hips/thighs. He loves running his hands up and down your thighs and hips and loves grabbing onto them during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

The most common place Ethans cums is on your stomach, but if you are sucking him off and if you're okay with it he cums in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret oftheirs):

His dirty secret is that he loves when you take control. He doesn't get in that mood all of the time, but when you are scolding him or taking charge, he can’t help but be incredibly turned on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

Ethan is mildly experienced. He definitely knows what he is doing, but he really hasn't been with that many girls. This is mostly due to girls only recently showing any interest in him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Ethan loves doggy. He loves being able to hold onto your hips while fucking you, not only that but he knows you love it as well which just makes it 10x better. Although this is his favorite position, he will always make sure to switch it up before you cum because he wants to see your face when he makes you finish.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Ethan is somewhere between serious and goofy. He isn't overly serious about the entire thing and he definitely will rattle off a teasing joke or two.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Ethan is pretty well groomed. He has hair but it's not too long. Carpet definitely matches the drapes…it's dark and a bit curly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Ethan can absolutely be intimate during sex, especially when you need him to be. The first time you guys had sex he was giving you kisses all over your body and making sure you felt appreciated and taken care of. When you've had a particularly rough day, his more romantic and soft side comes out.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

It's not uncommon for Ethan to jack off a few times a week. Most of the time it's when you turn him on, but you guys can’t do anything about it at the moment. He will usually go home a bit flustered and jack off to the thought of what he was gonna do to you later.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Ethan has a hair pulling kink. It first started when he was going down on you and you had absentmindedly tugged on his hair. He let out a groan and told you to do it again…it's been something you've always done ever since, and everytime it still elicits a moan from Ethan.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

despite being a rule breaking and taking risks in everyday life, ethan prefers to have sex in private where you both can fully enjoy the moment. Although, if we are talking oral that's a whole different story. Eating you out somewhere where you have to keep quiet? He's so down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

literally just about anything turns him on. You in general just makes him horny, so you could look at him and there are already thoughts racing through his mind about taking your clothes off right then and there and fucking you

N = No (something they wouldn't do. turn offs):

anything that causes you to be in pain, ethan is generally not down for. He just doesn't enjoy it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

he’s definitely more of a giver than a receiver. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s so down for you sucking him off, but he gets so much pleasure from knowing he is making you feel good. again, he also loves when you tug his hair while he eats you out soooo….

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

his pace depends on the occasion. if it’s one of those days where you are struggling he is going to be slow and sensual, but more often than not fast and rough is the way to go for him. it’s what feels best to both you and him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Surprisingly, Ethan isn’t that big of a fan of quickies but he definitely partakes from time to time when you guys just can’t wait any longer. He likes taking his time with you and making you beg so it’s definitely a switch up. Either way though, he knows he’s making you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

ethan is absolutely down for experimenting and taking risks. i mean that’s literally who he is

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

ethan is more of a one long round rather than multiple back to back rounds. you both take your time and enjoy the moment, so it’s not often that you guys go more than two rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

he doesn’t own toys, but he’d be more than happy to use any of your toys on you if you wanted him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

if ethan loves to do anything it’s teasing. especially in public. He likes working you up and it makes it even better when he finally gets to help you release after hours of teasing and provoking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

ethan isn’t super loud but he definitely lets out quiet moans and grunts just for you because he knows you like it when you can hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

ethan loves car sex. It's the sweet spot between public and private and he loves the thrill of it.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):

ethan has a solid 6 ½ inches and nice girth making him absolutely perfect to reach all your sweet spots and to stretch you out

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

ethan’s sex drive is definitely high

Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

ethan takes a while to fall asleep after sex. his mind is usually wired, and he only feels himself getting tired when you have already been fast asleep in his arms for a while.

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Misconceptions

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up to at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough to for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow-danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and I throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank god he lives in a one story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

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Spilled Coffee ; Ethan Landry

summary: your ex is giving you a hard time, but when Ethan finds out he makes sure he can never hurt you again.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: blood, murder, ex being an asshole, reader and ethan both being a little crazy, tiny bit of fluff, cursing.

notes: hope you enjoy!

1.5k words

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All you had wanted to do was stop and get a coffee with your boyfriend before you went to your dorm for the night. It had been a particularly long day and you desperately needed a pick-me-up. Unfortunately, your ex had different plans for you.

You broke things off with him months ago after you realized you had feelings for your best friend, Ethan. Your ex didn't take very well to you choosing someone over him and as the months passed his anger only seemed to grow. It truly felt as if he used up all his free time to try and make you miserable.

You had been able to brush off most things he would say, and you had still yet to tell Ethan about any of it. You knew you should have probably told Ethan what was going on but you figured your ex would get tired of messing with you.

You were wrong.

Here you were standing in the cafe with coffee spilled all over you.

You hadn't even noticed that your ex was in the shop, now regretting that you hadn't looked around the small room before placing your order.

It wasn't until he was standing right in front of you that you finally realized.

You had tried to ask him what he was doing but the thought didn't even have time to leave your lips because he had aggressively bumped your arm causing the drink to spill all over you.

The hot liquid ran down your arms and shirt while he whispered, “That's what you get for being a whore.”

Week after week it was one thing after another, and although a lot of things he said and did were crossing the line, the stinging of your arms and stomach where the hot liquid had touched made you feel sick to your stomach.

Within moments you had darted outside, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be waiting for Ethan. Tears rolled down your cheeks from frustration as you kept a brisk pace, just wanting to get to your dorm so you could wash the stickiness off of you.

You didn't make it far before you harshly collided with someone's chest.

“Woah!” You immediately recognized Ethan's voice.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, catching you before you hit the ground.

“Shit, I'm sorry.” You were a bit dazed.

When you met Ethan's eyes you could immediately see the concern.

He noticed the trail of wet tears that had previously made their way down your cheeks, and the strong smell of coffee quickly told him what the sticky liquid was that covered your shirt and arms.

“Are you okay?” His voice was as soft as he could make it.

You almost let ‘yes’ leave your throat, but you were too exhausted to lie.

“Not really.”

That was all Ethan needed to hear before helping you back to your dorm.

He wanted to know what happened, but he also knew you were upset. This wasn't the kind of conversion you had in public and you were grateful that he knew that.

You didn't say much on the way there and you didn't say much as you washed the coffee off your body and got into fresh clothes.

Ethan had waited tentatively on your bed, waiting until you felt comfortable enough to tell him what was going on.

He was normally an impatient person, and in a perfect world, he'd sit you down right now and make you tell him what was wrong so he could make the person who hurt you suffer.

But this wasn’t a perfect world, so when he saw you come out of the bathroom he stayed quiet and waited for you to come to him.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” you sighed, sinking down next to him on the bed.

“What? Why are you sorry?” Ethan's eyebrows furrowed.

You didn't have a clear answer. Maybe you were sorry because you had run out before waiting for him to get there. Maybe you were sorry that you had almost knocked him down. Or maybe you were sorry that you hadn't told him the truth about what was going on with your ex.

“Ryans has been giving me a hard time since the breakup. I-I should have told you. I thought he would stop, but I guess not.” Your eyes were glassy once more as you tried to blink back your tears.

Ethan looked down at your arms, they were still a light shade of red from the hot liquid.

“What do you mean he's giving you a hard time?” Ethan knew he had to stay calm for your sake, but the wave of anger that immediately washed over him made it difficult.

“He just-” you paused for a moment, “He's angry because I broke up with him. Usually, he will just call me names, but when he saw me in the coffee shop he hit my arm so my coffee would spill on me.” You couldn't bring yourself to look Ethan in his eyes.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you cringed at the stiffness of his voice.

He was trying so hard to stay calm.

“I thought he would get tired a-and I just didn't want to bother you with it and make it a big deal. I thought I-I could deal with it on my own i-,” You rambled before Ethan cut you off.

“Hey, it's okay.” He pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “You don't have to deal with this by yourself, okay? He’s never gonna hurt you again.”

You were relieved, “Can we just lay down for a little while?” you asked, the weight of the day suddenly taking its toll on you.

He gently nodded and pulled you up to the top of the bed so you could both get comfortable.

You laid your head on his chest, “Thanks, E.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I always got you.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He waited an hour, making sure you were fully asleep before he slipped out of bed.

He grabbed his backpack and slipped on the Ghostface costume before heading out the door, his only thought being that he had to find your ex.

A bit later you stirred awake when you felt a light dip in the bed, “Ethan?” you questioned with your eyes still closed.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist, “Sorry, had to go use the bathroom.”

You let out a satisfied hum, “Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep for a little longer.”

You hadn't stayed awake long enough to hear his response and it wasn't till hours later that you finally woke up again to the ringing of your phone.

You quickly grabbed your phone, hoping the loud noise hadn't woken up your sleeping boyfriend.

“Hello.” your voice was groggy.

“Y/N where are you? I’ve been calling you all morning.” You heard Sam's panicked voice on the other end of the line.

You fully sat up, “Sorry I was asleep. Me and Ethan are in my dorm. What's going on?”

You heard Sam let out a sigh of relief knowing that you were safe, “Someone killed Ryan, they found his body.”

You felt a wave of shock run through your body, “What?”

“We think it was Ghostface. J-Just stay at your dorm with Ethan okay? We are gonna figure this out.” Sam suggested.

You weakly agreed before letting your phone fall onto the bed and out of your hands.

Ryan was dead and somehow the only emotion you could feel was relief.

You were immensely relieved.

You looked over to your boyfriend, the light coming through the window could let you see him clearly now.

There was a speck of something red on his check. Your first reaction was to bring your thumb up to wipe it off but the words Ethan said to you last night rang in your head over and over again.

He's never gonna hurt you again

He's never gonna hurt you again

He's never gonna hurt you again

Suddenly the dots were connecting in your mind.

“Oh my god.” You whispered to yourself, trying to grasp onto the idea that Ethan had possibly murdered someone last night.

Not just someone…he murdered your ex-boyfriend.

You were painfully aware that you should be calling Sam and telling her who had killed Ryan or even just getting out of this room and going to find someone that could help, but you were frozen. Frozen in the bed with your eyes still on a sleeping Ethan.

He was protecting you.

So you decided to do the stupid thing, the thing that would surely guarantee you a spot in hell.

You slipped back under the covers and gently wrapped your arms around his torso.

The movement caused Ethan to open his eyes, “Everything okay?” His voice was raspy from sleep.

You tilted your head up to get a good look at him, “Yeah, everything is okay.” You gave him a soft peck before settling back into his arms…back into the arms of a killer.

Your boyfriend was Ghostface, yet you couldn't find the energy to care at this moment.

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We Get Along Like Snow in New York

Sam Carpenter x reader

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Warning(s): canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mostly fluff surprisingly

Word count: 4k words

Request: Sam and reader have gotten extremely close since moving to NYC and living in the same apartment, but when news of Ghostface attacks happening in New York. Sam pushes Reader away, thinking if she pushes her away, she'll be safe and alive. But, when reader is at Gale's apartment, (Dewey was her uncle) She's attacked by Ghostface instead of Gale, Sam and Tara show up to see reader bleeding out in Gale's arms. (She doesn't die) ask

A/N: I changed Dewey being Y/N’s uncle to father basically because it adds more drama to the story

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You had been living in New York with your mother ever since your parents’ divorce, having left behind the small town you had grown up in, and were ready to forget all about your father’s untimely death at the hands of a psychopath.

That was how you met Tara Carpenter, or more accurately, how you reunited with her.

Before your parents started arguing over the smallest thing, before your father quit his job, before you left town one day crying, you had been friends with Tara. You liked her because, unlike the rest of your classmates, she didn’t stare at you because you were Dewey and Gale’s daughter. She simply liked spending time with you, and you with her, which blossomed into a fast friendship that was sure enough cut short.

You were the best of friends, always hanging out. Sometimes, when your father came to pick you up from school, he would let you and Tara sit in the back of his police car and turn on the sirens, pretending you were dangerous criminals. You would cling onto Tara, giggling as your father joked around; you cherished those moments more than anything now that Dewey was simply a memory— a tombstone you couldn’t look at without crying.

That was exactly the reason why you reached out to Tara when your mother told you she had moved in with her sister, just like her wanting to leave behind that nightmare. She had happily agreed to meet with you, and you soon found yourself at a bar, drinking and talking, catching up with everything. She had pointedly left behind all that happened in Woodsboro, and you silently agreed, not wanting to remember your father, dead on the ground thanks to her friend. You had spent hours like that, phones on the table face-down so no one could interrupt you, and that was how you met Sam.

Sam was a blurry image to you. You could remember Tara mentioning her probably a little too much when you were young, always talking about how great her sister was at a certain sport, or how she had helped her defeat that big mean guy on a videogame because she couldn’t do it. You had never met her, however, because you barely went over to Tara’s, your mother prefering to keep a watchful eye on you just in case. You didn’t get much of a chance, however, because she left one day and suddenly all the loud praise was occupied by awkward silence.

Needless to say, you weren’t sure what to think of Sam, but she made up your mind for you pretty easily. She walked into the bar like she owned it, a tall figure clad in just a jacket that almost ran towards your table when her brown eyes landed on Tara.

“Sam?” Tara asked, leaving her glass of coke on the table to get up. “Did something happen?”

“Who are you?” Sam asked, not even looking at Tara to give her answer. You felt small under her intense stare.

“She’s Y/N,” Tara said, harsher than you expected. “An old friend.” Sam gave you another look, as if her eyes were enough to determine if you were a danger to her sister. You stayed still, as if you were being approached by a lion.

“We’re leaving,” Sam said. Tara gave you an apologetic look, and you simply nodded, watching as she got up and followed her sister. Outside, you saw them arguing, their screams almost sneaking in through the thick walls of the bars. You asked for the tab, thankful that your mother was rich.

What a bitch, you thought, shaking your head as you left the place, walking back towards your mother’s apartment.

A few hours later, Tara texted you to apologize, and once you replied she sent you her address, asking you to come over.

Having nothing better to do, you accepted.

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“I’m so sorry,” Tara said, as soon as she closed the door. You took off your jacket, looking around before you sat down on the sofa Tara had pointed at.

“It’s okay,” you said, accepting the glass of water she handed you.

“God, I can’t stand her,” she said, throwing herself onto the sofa beside you. “She’s been like that ever since—” she gave you a small look before shaking her head. “You know. She’s so overbearing.”

“I get it,” you said, resting the glass on the coffee table. “I mean, you should’ve seen my mom when I was young. She barely let me go out when we moved here.”

Something like recognition crossed her eyes. “Right,” she said, sitting up. “Your mom’s Gale.”

“Yep,” you nodded, intertwining your hands together. “You guys killed the new ghostface together.” Something dark crossed over Tara’s face at the name, and you knew you had said the wrong thing.

“Yeah,” Tara said, voice sounding distant even though she was beside you. “Yeah, we did.”

“You know what?” You said, trying to cheer her up. “Forget about that. Tell me what’s your favorite artist.” Tara smiled, nodding as she turned to look at you. She opened her mouth at the same time the front door was opened.

“Oh.”

You turned to look at the woman, awkwardly standing by the door. For the looks of it, she was about to bolt from the apartment.

“You,” Tara said accusingly, rising from the sofa. She poked her sister in the chest with her index finger, and it was your time to wish you could leave this place. You couldn’t deal with family drama; you had had enough of it in your childhood.

“Me,” Sam said, allowing Tara to push her further into the apartment and close the door, leaving her no chance but to take the reprimand.

“Yes, you,” Tara said. You opened your eyes in surprise when she pointed at you. “You are going to apologize immediately to my friend for embarrassing her.”

“You’re the one embarrassing her now—”

“Samantha,” Tara said. It was funny to see the tall woman being bossed around by her sister, who was almost a head shorter. “You apologize right now.”

Sam looked into her sister’s eyes, and nodded. She turned to look at you, and you swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, offhandedly. “Don’t worry. I get it. My mom is even worse with people she doesn’t know.”

Sam nodded, and made a noise of complaint when Tara slapped her arm. “Her mom’s Gale.”

She opened her eyes, understanding crossing her face. “Shit,” she said, looking defeated. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated. “Really. My mom doesn’t mention me too much to strangers just in case. You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m going to my room,” Tara said. You gave her an indignant look. “Sam, apologize.”

“I already apologized!” Sam called. Tara didn’t look her way, instead turning and leaving, presumably towards her bedroom.

“Well, do it again!” She screamed as she slammed the door shut.

“As cheerful as I remember her,” you said, not sure how to fill the awkward silence.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Tara,” you clarified. “She used to be like that when she was young too. Good to know some things never change.”

“You— oh,” Sam said. You smiled at the look of recognition.

“Y/N Riley-Weathers,” you said, getting up. “I know, it’s a mouthful. My mom insisted I should have both last names.”

Sam smiled, nodding. “Right,” she said. “You mom is— interesting.”

“She’s a bit of a bitch,” you said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but when it comes to her job… I’m surprised she hasn’t interviewed you for her new book yet.”

“She’s writing another book?” Sam asked, sitting down on one of the chairs of the dining table.

“She’s always writing another book,” you said, reaching towards your jacket, which Tara had left on the table. “Well, apology accepted. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait,” Sam called, getting up. “I really don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”

“Well, you sure have made quite the impression,” you said.

“I know,” Sam said. “It’s just… Tara wasn’t answering the phone, for hours, and I saw an ambulance on my way out from work and I just… I thought she was gone.”

You smiled softly, understanding washing over you. The image of Dewey crossed your mind, always watching over you, keeping you safe no matter what. You had hated it back then, but now he wasn’t here anymore, you missed him and his protective nature more than anything. “I get it,” you said. “Really. But you should approach it differently. Tara is kinda headstrong on being her own person.”

“I know,” Sam said, sighing. “I just can’t help it.”

“It’s something you have to work on,” you said. “You ought to be a little bit messed up after what happened.”

“You saw the news, then?”

“Please. I live with the news,” you chuckled. “And if I’m not home in half an hour she’s going to call the police and have them patrol every corner of New York until they find me.”

“You should leave, then,” Sam said as she got up, running a hand through her face. She looked stressed, and tired. You felt sorry she had to go through all that just because of who her father was. “I— I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I get it,” you said, putting on your jacket. “You’ve been through a lot. You just want to protect your sister.”

Sam looked at you, thankful that even though Tara seemed so focused on not understanding her, at least someone else did. “It’s still not an excuse.”

“No, it’s not,” you agreed, walking to stand in front of her. “How about this?” You moved closer to her, grabbing her jacket to stop her from pulling away. Her eyes were open in surprise at your boldness. “You take me out one day to compensate for your vile actions.”

Sam’s lips revealed a playful smirk as her hands grabbed your waist. The touch was soft, almost unsure since she didn’t know how much you would allow her. “I guess it’s my penitence.”

You hummed, eyes momentarily on her lips before looking up again at her eyes. “Pick me up tomorrow, six o’clock.”

Sam nodded, her hands dropping as soon as you moved away. “Wait!” She called when you began to open the front door. You turned around, giving her a questioning look. “I don’t have your number.”

You smiled, walking towards her. Sam pulled her phone out of her pocket, but you simply kissed her cheek and pulled away. “Ask your sister.”

You left her there, eyes on you as you disappeared through the door. 

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Shortly after that, you two began dating. Tara was a little taken aback at first, the thought of her childhood friend and her sister together disgusting her to the point she made a face whenever she saw the two of you kissing. Thankfully, she got over it quickly, her discomfort shortly turning into excitement. Her sister was happy with someone she approved of, and given that you two were dating, all of Sam’s overprotective tendencies had changed direction and were now aimed at you.

It was perfect, until it wasn’t.

You were staying over, having decided to sleep in Sam’s bedroom after she asked you to; something about it being too late and some news she had read about cabs in New York not being trustworthy (you had rolled your eyes at that because, really, what was trustworthy in New York?) You had barely needed convincing, the thought of her warm bed and her arms, firmly and protectively wrapped around you enough to convince you.

You woke up alone in bed, and went over to check your phone. 06:32. Sam would probably be getting ready for work, judging by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so you decided to get up and make breakfast for her and Tara, who would be leaving for college.

You had taken a year off after your father’s funeral, knowing that studying wasn’t exactly what you needed, especially because you were aware you wouldn’t be able to focus on anything. You needed to heal, and thankfully your mother was okay with your decision.

You made toast with eggs and bacon for Sam, and got out a bowl and cereal for when Tara woke up, since she had declared one day she was vegan and didn’t want to “eat murder anymore”, whatever that meant. You got it all ready and smiled when you heard Sam open the bathroom door, going to the kitchen when she smelled the food.

“God, you’re amazing,” Sam said, hugging you from behind. You turned off the stove, moving the food onto a plate. She smelled amazing, the shampoo she used fresh and still clinging to her skin. Though she had dried her hair, it was still a little wet where it connected with your neck, making you giggle.

“I know, right?” You said, leaning into her. You loved how warm she always was, in comparison to your cold skin. “I’m the best girlfriend ever.”

“Indeed,” Sam said against your head, biting your earlobe before kissing your neck. “The bestest of them all.” You giggled again, her breath tickling your skin pleasantly.

“God, it’s not even seven in the morning.”

Sam and you turned around to see Tara, standing in the kitchen with an angry look on her face. She was not a morning person.

“My apologies, Tara dear,” you said, pushing Sam into a chair and putting the plate in front of her. You handed her the cutlery with a kiss on the forehead, smirking when Tara groaned. “You want something with your cereal?”

“I want you to stop making out with my sister everywhere.”

“Hard pass,” you said, moving Sam’s hair to help it get dry faster. “Your sister is obsessed with me.”

“Ugh,” Tara said, pouring in the cereal before drowning it with soy milk. “I should’ve never introduced you two.”

“Our souls would’ve found a way back to each other without your intervention,” you said, resting your chin on top of Sam’s head. The girl smiled, abandoning her knife in favor of holding your hand.

“Gross.”

“You are gross,” Sam said.

“Look who’s talking,” Tara said, giving her sister a mocking look of disgust. “I know what you two get up to in that room of yours.”

“Jesus, Tara,” you said, pulling away to walk towards the living room. “Eat your breakfast and stop talking, will you?”

“Ah, so you don’t deny it.”

“Idiot,” you whispered. You sat down on the sofa, searching for the remote controller. Once you did, you turned the TV on, and sighed when you saw your mother on the screen. “She really doesn’t know what it means to take a break.”

You turned on the volume when you saw she was standing in front of an alley, police tape behind her. Your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw the headline.

“Ghostface is back.”

“Sam,” you called, urgently. You went to check your phone as Sam got up, probably alarmed by the tone of your voice. You finally saw all the notifications from your mother, calling you and asking where you were.

“Honey?” She asked, looking at you with concern. She lowered herself in front of you, eyes examining you to know what was wrong. You pointed at the TV, and once she read the headline she tensed, the hand on your thigh gripping you hard. “No,” she said, breathlessly.

“What is it?” Tara asked, picking up on the mood shift. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the TV, still going over the news.

“I—” Sam said. She looked out of it, face stoic as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. “I have to go to work.”

“College,” said Tara in the same tone. You watched with concern as the two moved around the house, almost on autopilot, gathering their things and getting ready to leave.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You said to Sam when you saw her in her work clothes. She nodded, eyes not fully looking at you as she opened the front door Tara had just left through. She shook her head as if to get rid of a haze, and gave you a long kiss.

“I love you,” she said against your lips.

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But you didn’t see her later, or the next day. When you went over to the apartment, Quinn told you they had gone over to meet with Chad and Mindy, so you went back over to your mother’s house.

She was pushing you away. You knew it, and you hated it. You hated how she was letting this new ghostface get in between you, but you mostly hated how she felt like being with you would put you in danger.

You almost laughed out loud at the thought, there in the middle of the street. As if. Your mother was Gale Weathers, your father Dewey Riley— this shit had been following you way before you met her. But of course, it was Sam. Sweet, caring Sam, who constantly put others first, who always did anything to protect those she loved, even if it meant putting her own life on the line.

Once you were inside the apartment, you sat down in your bed, looking at all the unanswered messages you had sent her the past few days.

Samantha, you wrote, and then deleted. It felt too formal. You typed in a final message before locking your phone, throwing yourself onto the bed.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you were awakened by the sound of the phone line ringing. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you got up, cursing your mother for still owning one of those. It wasn’t the 90s anymore.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Y/N,” the sound of that voice made your skin run cold. “Wanna play a game?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m inside your house,” they said in a singsong voice. “Wanna play hot and cold?”

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When Sam saw she had gotten a call from Gale, she knew something was wrong.

She had known early that morning when she woke up, something in the pit of her stomach telling her to go to you, to hold you and never let you go. But she couldn’t, not until she figured out who was behind those new attacks. She wouldn’t risk you— she wouldn’t lead that killer right to your doorstep and have you killed because of her. No, she would rather die than put you in that type of danger.

“It’s Y/N,” Gale said urgently, when she answered the phone. “I— I called an ambulance. They’re on their way, but— god.”

Sam had started running towards your apartment the moment your name fell out of your mother’s lips. She pushed people out of the way, barely noticing she was gasping for air, or that Gale was still talking.

“—so much blood,” she said. Sam ran into the gateway, pressing onto the elevator bottom a few times before cursing, deciding to take the stairs instead.

“Is she breathing?” Sam asked. One more floor, one more and she’d be there with you.

“I—” Gale was gasping for air. “I don’t know.”

Sam pushed the door open, thankful it had been left ajar. She didn’t see the blood on the floor, or your mother crying beside you— all she could see was your body, bloody and deadly still.

“Y/N,” she called in a whisper. Gale jumped at the sound of Sam’s phone falling to the ground, knife in hand ready to kill anyone who had dared hurt her daughter. She lowered it at the same time Sam lowered herself on the floor, hands shaking as she grabbed you and held you in her arms. Her fingers clumsily set on your neck, trying to find a pulse like a thirsty man searches for water in the desert. She gasped in relief when she felt it. Slow, a little too slow, but it didn’t matter; your heart was still beating.

“I can’t lose her,” Gale sobbed. “I already lost Dewey, I can’t… not her,” she looked at Sam with pleading eyes; she had never seen your mother so paralyzed with fear. It was an eerie sight.

“You won’t,” Sam said, voice firm. She took off her outer shirt, using it to press onto your biggest wound, which was located on the stomach. “She’s not dying. She’s not.”

Determination washed over, taking with it the leftovers of panic and distress. There would be time for lament and regret later, once you were safely in a hospital bed.

“God,” Gale said when Sam began to raise you. Blood splashed over the carpet, and she almost threw up at the sight.

“You called an ambulance?” Sam asked. She was holding you in her lap, your head falling limply into her shoulder.

“Yes.”

“I’m taking her downstairs,” Sam said. The pressure she was applying on the wound was helping, because it had stopped most of the bleeding. “I’m not fucking waiting until they get their fucking asses up the stairs.”

And so she got up, holding you in her arms. She carefully cradled your head in her neck, making sure it stayed secure so you wouldn’t accidentally hit something and got a concussion. It was the last thing you needed at that moment. She made sure your hands were on your stomach, pressing lightly onto the wound —it was better than nothing.

“You’re not dying on me,” Sam whispered. She was climbing down the stairs, Gale right behind her. “You’re not, okay, baby?” She felt herself getting choked up at the thought. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Shortly after, the ambulance showed up, and Sam ran towards them. She set you down onto the stretcher gently, and pressed onto the wound until one of the paramedics reached over, grabbing her hand and telling her she needed to leave.

She stood where she had been forced to stay, ignoring all the looks she received. It wasn’t until Gale grabbed her by the arm and moved her out of the way that she noticed she had been standing in the middle of the road.

“She’s being taken to the hospital,” she spoke softly. Sam looked at her arms, covered in blood— covered in your blood, and she almost broke down. Instead, she swallowed, putting her hands on her pockets. “I’ll take you there. I picked up your phone,” she pushed it into Sam’s chest, and she grabbed it. Great, the screen was completely broken. “Call your sister and tell her what’s happened. Tell her you’ll meet at the hospital.”

“Okay,” Sam said. Her dull tone almost scared her. She felt drained. “Okay,” she repeated, watching as Gale went to her car and got inside. It took her a few seconds to open the passenger door, and a few too many trying to unlock her phone to call her sister.

All she could think about was you, and getting revenge on what they had done to you.

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#scream #scream vi #ghostface #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin

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been on my mind all day

#scream #scream vi #ghostface #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry

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virgin town ✶ e. landry

both inexperienced!ethan x reader having whole fuck-business deal to lose their virginity to each other but it’s so awkward and awkward? — yeah, ethan brain rot it real.

pairing : both inexperienced!ethan x inexperienced!reader

warnings : p in v, virginity lose, mention of panicking and anxiety, unprotected sex (yeah, no. wrap it before you tap it.) no orgasm (yeah i know.) kissing, super caring and shy ethan &lt;3

you bite your lips hard when you enter his bedroom.

everything was all set and perfect as if he did it on purpose since you were coming to his place. — of course he would, especially after having a whole business of fucking you. — your eyes wander around while your nostrils savored the jasmine like scent that filled the room, even the bed was neatly folded.

ethan on other hand rubs his sweaty palms together, clearing his throat that caused you to slightly jump. his “shit, sorry.” doesn’t get unnoticed by you before you give him a soft yet nervous smile.

the room is so awkwardly quiet making ethan wish he could just disappear out from your sight. the panic from days before still dwelling in his gut. what if i screw up? he can’t help but think.

“are you thirsty?” ethan calls behind you, voice cracking slightly.

your ears are red, skin tingling just with his deep voice asking if you were thirsty. you give him a soft shake before muttering, “no?” as a question.

you carefully swing down your bag to the couch of his bedroom, bending your knees a little and ethan almost groaned at your posture. you’re so fucking hot.

“you can sit down.” he breathes out a chuckle, sensing your nervousness which was also making him extremely nervous. his voice was too calm but in reality, ethan just wanted to run to his bathroom and throw up.

you take his order, collectively taking a seat on the small sofa and checking your surroundings.

the room was pretty, posters of some band he liked plastered to his wall, you gulp when your eyes land to the clean bed. you were too distracted to even notice ethan was now sat beside you, his right leg bouncing due to the anxiety.

“so,” he began. “you kinda freaking out too?”

you bite on your cheeks, giving him a nod and murmuring a firm “yes.”

ethan quick breathed out strong, clearing his throat and running his hand through his brown curls. “good, it’s not just me then.”

the air was again back to uncomfortable shape of silence. you looking the other way and ethan doing the same to avoid your eyes. jesus christ, when is this going to end?

“uuh,” he was the first to say something again, “before we do it i just want to clarify something.” he brings himself to face you. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this because you just agreed the other day.” you give him a blank stare and ethan mentally cries.

“i mean, you can back out if you changed your mi—“

“no, i want this.” you suddenly say and watch the scared man’s mouth twitch for a smile. “i want this too.” ethan agrees, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.

this whole situation felt surreal, ethan does not want to disappoint you. he wants to make you feel good and he will of course try to do his best with what he got to watch on hubs and sites.

“thank you.” you manage to say and ethan raise his brows slightly confused. “for checking if i’m having second thoughts y’know.”

ethan softly smiles before taking a deep breath, nodding and getting on his feet to offer a hand out to you.

you swallowed hard, feeling the tip of your fingers and toes going ice cold, you take his hand. this was really going to happen.

he held onto your hand gently and led you to his bed. his brown eyes still on yours, ethan licks his lips not knowing a single fuck to do right now. so, he clears his throat for the thousand times.

“you can still… change your mind,” your inside twists, you don’t want to have a second thought. you don’t want to be a geeky virgin anymore and so does ethan, why is he offering you a gate to leave?

“i want this, e.” your eyes meet. “but if you’re having second t—“

“what! no- i mean yeah.. fuck, no. i want you.” you flinch at the sudden outburst. “i want this too.” his hold tightened on your hand as if he’s getting through a mental crisis.

you can hear your heartbeat in your ear.

ethan then starts to lean close to you, brining his face close to yours until his soft lips were ghosting yours. it felt like you were trembling and he could sense it, and now when your lips finally met, you felt his breath hit your skin shakily.

you can’t help but find a small sense of comfort when you heard his breathing. ethan was freaking out as you.

ethan let go of your small hand and gently placed them on your hips while yours came to his broad chest and lightly slid to his shoulder. trying to deepen the kiss, ethan nudged your nose by his, pushing into your mouth slightly harder.

slowly, his hand crept to your lower back, large hand fisting on your shirt like he wants you out of it. ethan pressed you closer to him, your tits flush and kiss deepening.

you, yourself wanted the distance between you both to disappear and so, you wrapped your hands to the back of his neck and held him close. but, it was short lived when you felt his body literally stir which caused you to take a step back.

“sorry.” he put some space between you both.

ethan began to unbutton his shirt while you took sign and pulled on your top. you were so slow, waiting for him to get completely bare so you can at least feel less stressed and do it after him but ethan was painfully slow.

ethan wanted you to look at him, look at him when he discarded his cloth but he knows you’d probably freeze at your spot if you knew he was staring at you.

both of you were now standing in front of each other, undergarments being the only fabric that’s covering you two.

he was left with his brief, his undershirt and pants on the floor. your eyes took the sight in front of you. ethan was big than you expected, his clothes coving his broad shoulders and defined muscles.

your eyes involuntarily traveled down to where something poked on your tummy when ethan pressed you close to him while kissing you.

as if you were hit on your gut, something tightened in you, causing you to cover your eyes and get to your sense. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! so sorry!” you apologize.

if he wasn’t catching up, ethan knew no fuck on what made you say sorry about but he knew and he laughed. your reaction was adorable, along with the reddening skin of your neck and cheeks.

“hey, it’s okay.” ethan’s breath hitches for a moment. he takes a step towards you, uncovering your eyes by taking your hand off your eyes. “want to keep going?” he asks and you just look away before giving him a quiet hum.

he’s definitely about to lose it.

this time, ethan sat himself on the edge of his bed before hiding you to follow his actions. the more his eyes scanned your body, the more ethan felt his cock twitch. he leans to capture your lips again, much softer and gentle this time. he smiles to your lips when your teeth clink.

your body was being pushed to the mattress, ethan easing you to get to the middle part of the plush. you both were still kissing, soft hum leaving ethan’s lips when you whimper and your hand comes in direct contact to his skin.

pair of lungs burned and the demand for oxygen won and so, the curly head leaned back and sat on his knees, already comfortable and very much feeling hot between your thighs.

the briefs was now too tight for his bulge to be restrained.

“i, uh,” he took a breath in from his nose. “i think i should take this off now?” if was as if he was asking you and ethan never wanted to punch himself right this moment. fucking pussy.

“yeah.” you only swallow, not really knowing what to do or say, so you just turn your face to the side and close your eyes. he wanted to take his briefs off so you’re gonna let him do it with no awkwar–

“can you stop that?” ethan suddenly says and you frown your brows before turning to face him. “stop what?”

“stop looking away, you’re making me nervous.” it was true, ethan was literally sweating. “would you rather i stare at you while you…get naked?” if it makes it slightly better then fuck yes! ethan wanted to say so bad but he just stood silent and hooked his hand to his waistband to pull and discard it down.

your breath quickened, eyes staring at his while his bored to yours. he then gout out off it before throwing it behind his back and leaning to hook his fingers to your panties.

you both did not need to talk or say anything, you just gave him a nod for him to tug it down and remove it from you. uncovering you for him bare.

the light squeak your throat made almost had the boy on top of you jump out of his own skin. “what? what’s wrong?” you found how he protectively put his hand on your hips very adorable. “no, i’m fine, it’s just– cold down th-there y’know.”

oh.

oh.

“do you want to keep going?” ethan asks again.

“yes.” he nodded at your word, separating your knees and laying on top of you. the way his touch brushed all over your sensitive skin made you shiver and inhale sharp. “okay— are you ready?” his breath was ragged and you swore he was literally trembling above you. ethan can’t help but mimic your actions and nod with you when you give him a consent.

he kept his eyes on your face the whole time when he guided himself in you, so he’s well prepared to stop if you show a hint of discomfort.

you, under him, cinched your eyebrows when you felt a pressure surfacing inside you and every time ethan worked himself on top of you, it became heavier and heavier. the curly-head was heaving, he didn’t want to hurt you so he was trying to be as slow as possible.

your nails dug into his chest, gritting your teeth and taking deep breath to stop thinking about the aching down your cunt.

you heard the first time would hurt, it will of course differ from people to people but your tight muscles did not choose you this time because this shit stings like a bitch. why the hell do quinn or other girls go crazy about this?

“you alright?” a familiar voice brought you back to reality, where your legs are spread open and ethan was still not even bottomed out. “yeah,” you half-lied. “i’m okay.”

ethan was breathing fast, not knowing if he’s supposed to tell you you feel so good or just kiss you. he just focused again, blinking rapidly and locking eyes with yours which was solely glossy with tears he bit on his lips and pushed flush against you, completely bottomed out.

your shin of cry and hiss grunt officially surfaced over his bedroom. this was it, you two were not geeky, stupid virgin town nerds anymore.

ethan pressed his forehead against yours, breath labored and eyes hazy. this feels so fucking amazing. he stayed there for a while, at least until you tapped his torso and cleared your throat. you’re trying to suffocate the sinful sound inside you but the man pressing you down was not it.

ethan whimpered lightly, bracing himself up and watching your flushed face. your lips were parted up, brows furrowed, with every slow thrust, every sigh sipped out of you.

the feeling was uncomfortable at first and ethan felt way too heavy and thick inside you. your cheeks were pink, the bridge of your nose rosy as well.. you’re so cute. and when you did not look like you’re in pain anymore, ethan pulled before thrusting all his way inside you.

you moan.

you moan and ethan feels his spine turn cold with chill.

god, he needs to hear more of that. more of you.

self-control slipping away, ethan felt his hips pick its own pace and started to fuck you senseless. you suddenly wrapped your arms on his neck, pulling him down and causing him to fall onto your covered breast, a huff leaving his lips. ethan was confused and about to pull back until he felt you shake your head.

“no, please no.” you whisper to his chest. “i don’t want you to watch me li–“ he cuts you off, pulling himself up with force that he almost brought you up with him. “i. want. to.” he says before his eyes land on your soft pink, matching with your panties he just threw away bra.

one arm still supporting his weight, the other crippled up to your top and pulled on it slightly.

his forehead was sweaty, no, his whole body was about to drown. while still his hips continued to fuck you, his hand unclipped the hook of the bra. “e.” you whine, “e?” ethan asks, biting on his lips to stop himself from pressing you to the bed. “ethan, please.” you plea to which you have no reason to but the sound and moans escaping you was hard to stop.

the name you just gave him was enough to drive him wild and ethan started to push harder that your body was sliding up to the mattress and the headboard slamming with the wall making a loud sound.

you felt unfamiliar bubble building in you and brought your hand to his chest. it still was stingy but you wanted to keep feeling his deep strokes. not until a sudden pressure swelled inside you.

“wait.” you said and it fell to deaf ears at first. “e, wait. hold on.” with every thrust ethan gave you, the pressure was getting heavier and very discomforting. if it wasn’t your legs tightening against him and being a barrier, you knew ethan would have just fucked himself in you shamelessly.

“shit, what’s wrong?” he was quick to halt his pace.

“something wrong? did i hurt you?” he was checking for any signs on your face but you just gave him a hesitant push on his abs. ethan understood something was up and you wanted to stop and so, he completed ceased moving.

“want to stop?” he was out of breath.

“i think so?” you say with a questioning manner. whatever this stupid heavy shit was inside you? you couldn’t handle it anymore. (you were about to orgasm)

ethan smiled before pressing a reassuring kiss on your forehead. “alright, we can stop.” your heart doesn’t miss a beat nor forget how your chest tighten when he kissed you on the head. you two moan and hiss when ethan pulls out completely before rolling over and laying next to you.

it was silent for a moment, shallow breath and the sound of ethan swallowing his spit filled the room.

“i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?” he asks.

oh so he noticed how you were on verge of crying. “no..well kinda.” you lay flat on the mattress, head turned to find him doing the same by staring at you. “thank you.” you suddenly say, “for listening to me.” ethan knits his eyebrows, confused with what you said before it hits him.

you’re thanking him for listening and stopping.

ethan just gives you a tight smile, coming closer to you while he’s still sweaty and naked. taking you to his arms. “and thank you for wanting to sleep with me.” he murmurs which causes you to let a soft laugh out and hum. “me too honestly.” you tiredly reply.

it’s not surprising how you both are calm right now, well because it’s obvious once you two come to the right state of your mind, it’s really going to be awkward and weird for a while but screw it. you two just fucked and it’s okay, you are friends.

it was just a casual hook up, both geeks losing their virginity and nothing special— it should have been special —so nothing serious is gonna happen after this, right?

you close your eyes at the the thought and decide to just rest a bit.

ethan on other hand nervously licks his lips, heart swelled with the fact you’re comfortably laying in his chest and low-key praying you’re not noticing how his heart was beating so fast because of you. he wishes this can actually happen one more tim—

what? hold on right there. no, wait— wait. yeah, no nothing is gonna happen between you two again and he was going to make sure of that (which of course he’ll fail terribly.)

i seriously did not notice how it got to 2.8k words — like + reblogs are very appreciated and not pressured! mwah **

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Someone Else ; Ethan Landry

summary: you had been holding onto your relationship with chad, afraid to let go even though you both had feelings for other people, but now that you’ve reached your breaking point you are ready to move on

pairing(s): Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader (mostly past tense)

warnings: angst, breakups, crying, angst, fluff, not proofread, possibly ooc ethan, chad kinda being an ass, kissing.

notes: if only he wasn’t literally psychotic lmao, but we are just gonna pretend for this one guys…

no ghostface/non-ghostface ethan

2k words

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This was your last straw.

You were currently standing outside of the library in the pouring rain. The building had closed over 30 minutes ago, yet Chad had yet to pick you up as he had promised. You tried calling him, but after the third time, you gave up, letting out a sigh.

The truth was that you and Chad should have broken up months ago. You both knew this, yet neither one of you had taken the final step, never daring to cross over that line and into unfamiliar territory.

Although you fought most of the time, and you barely even wanted to touch each other, it was still familiar.

It was safe.

You don’t know why you had even expected Chad to show up. A part of you thought you owed it to yourself to try one last time with him. You had been through so much together, and he was all you had known for the past two years.

Though as you stood in the rain, shivering from the cool New York breeze you tried to be honest with yourself.

Not only had you and Chad drifted away from each other since you moved to college, but you also had both developed feelings for someone else.

You saw the way Chad looked at Tara. He was happy, and you couldn't blame him.

You had simply fallen out of love with each other and fallen into the hands of other people.

You felt like you were finally accepting that, and as if on cue Chad's name lit up on your phone screen.

“Hello.” You answered, your voice calmer than Chad had been expecting.

“I-I just remembered I was supposed to pick you up!” His voice sounded tired and you could hear the faint sound of a girl in the back.

It wasn’t hard for you to connect the dots…he had fallen asleep at Tara’s.

“Chad, what are we even doing?” You couldn't hold it together anymore.

You were both miserable.

There was a long silence on the other end as Chad processed your words.

“W-What are you talking about.” he knew exactly what you had meant.

You slowly shook your head in frustration, “We fight all the time and can barely stand being around each other. You spend more time at Tara’s than you do at your own dorm and I-” you paused for a moment, debating if you should bring up Ethan.

“And you're always with Ethan.” Chad finished your sentence.

Tears pricked your eyes and you almost laughed at how stupid this all felt, “Why are we torturing ourselves by staying together when we both love someone else?” you could begin to feel a weight lift from your chest as the words slipped past your lips.

Chad knew you were right.

“You really love him?” His voice was gentle, and you knew he wasn't upset.

“Yes, and I know you love her.” A tear rolled down your cheek, mixing with the rain that was still falling down onto your face.

You could hear Chad take a deep breath, “We should both let ourselves be happy then. We deserve happiness.”

Despite what the tears on your cheeks might say, you weren't sad.

You were relieved.

“We do.” the weight had almost been completely lifted off your chest, “Goodbye Chad.”

You hit the end button and suddenly there was no weight left to bear. Your tears were gone and the only thing you had on your mind was calling Ethan.

You didn't waste any time before you clicked on his contact. It had only taken a few rings before you heard his voice.

“Hey, everything okay?” You could hear the subtle concern that wrapped its way around his tone given how late it was.

For the first time in months, you felt like you could genuinely answer the question. You were more than okay. You were free.

“Yeah, I'm okay,” a cold shiver ran down your body, “I know it's late, but could you come to pick me up? I’m outside of the library and it's pouring rain and I'd rather not walk home in the dark. Chad was supposed to come but-” you weren't even able to finish your sentence before Ethan was interrupting you.

“I’m on my way.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice.

He hated these nights. Ethan would come to your rescue and piece you back together just so you could fall back into the same routine the next day. He didn't mind being there for you, but it was getting increasingly hard to push down the feelings that surfaced every time he was around you.

All he wanted was for you to be happy…with him.

It was only a few minutes before you could see the headlights on Ethan's car approach the front of the library.

“Thank god.” you whispered to yourself as you weren't sure how much longer you were going to last in the cold.

Your whole body had been shivering by the time you were opening the car door, though you hesitated before getting in.

“I-I don’t wanna get water on your seats.” Your clothes were soaking wet and you were sure it would leave a mess in the nice car.

As soon as he saw your shivering figure standing at the door of the car he could feel anger start bubbling up within him.

He would never understand how Chad just seemed to forget about you most of the time, and he wasn’t sure why you continued to take it.

“Get in, I don't care about the seats.” His voice came out a bit rougher than he intended.

You tried not to overthink the unusual roughness that his voice held as you got into the car and closed the door.

Ethan quickly turned the heat up in the car, hoping it would help you stop shivering, but it wasn't much good as your clothes were still freezing cold.

“Thanks for coming.” You felt a sudden nervousness you had never felt around the boy before.

Ethan tried to take a calming breath, but he couldn't shake the fact that he was upset. Seeing you like this, a shivering mess in his car, made him want to go find Chad himself and knock some kind of sense into him.

“It's fine.” The frustration he was feeling seeped into his words.

You could now clearly tell that he was upset and you understood why. He was stuck cleaning up Chad's mess, and up until this point you had fallen right back into your relationship every time, no matter what Chad had said or done.

As he pulled his car back by his dorm building, you wanted nothing more than to tell him what had happened before he arrived.

You wanted to tell him that you and Chad had ended things and that you loved him. However, no matter how hard you tried, every time you saw the hard expression on his face the words couldn't seem to make their way past your lips.

You silently followed Ethan up to his dorm.

It wasn’t until you had both stepped inside that Ethan finally spoke again.

“I’ll get you some clean clothes.” He avoided eye contact, afraid that if he were to look at you then he would say something he couldn't take back.

You didn't say anything, but instead just waited until he handed the clothes to you.

Without another word, you made your way into the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and the sight certainly wasn't pretty.

You had dried mascara running down your cheeks and your hair had seen better days.

You peeled off the wet clothes and placed them in the shower, hoping they would dry overnight.

You quickly threw on the clothes Ethan had brought you before washing the black streaks of mascara off your face and brushing out your tangles.

Meanwhile, Ethan was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

He felt like everything he had been feeling for the past 4 months had come to the surface and refused to go back down. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but he wasn't sure he was prepared to face the consequences that would come after his confession.

“E?” Your gentle voice filled the air in his bedroom, making him look up, finally making eye contact with you.

“I can’t keep doing this, Y/n. I-I can’t keep watching you go back to him. I jus-” You stopped him before he could stay anything else.

You were now sitting beside him on the bed, “Ethan,” you gently laced your fingers together with his, “We broke up. It's over.”

His eyes were wide and confusion filled his entire body, “W-What?”

You gave his hand a tight squeeze, “We fell out of love a long time, okay, I guess we were just both scared to let go,” you carefully chose your next words, “We both have feelings for someone else…I have feelings for someone else.”

Ethan felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“You do?” suddenly he was hyper-aware of the feeling of your hand in his.

"I love you, and I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to tell you that. I’ve dragged you along for so much shit, and it hasn't been fair to you” Your own heart felt like it might explode.

You were terrified of the words that were going to come next. You were terrified you might lose your best friend and that it was too late.

You hoped you had not missed your window.

“I love you too.” A smile found its way onto his face as the words hung in the air.

He loved you

He loved you

He loved you

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” You let out a soft laugh before you brought your lips to his. Ethan followed your lead, unsure of what exactly to do.

Warmth blossomed in your chest as your lips moved tentatively together. His lips were warm and soft as they parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip past his lips and into his mouth. You both let out a satisfied hum at the sensation.

You wished you could stay like this forever, but you knew you would eventually have to come up for air so you slowly pulled away, lips pink and swollen.

Your heart had never felt more full than it did at this moment.

“W-Was that okay?” Ethan asked nervously.

You brought your hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek, “It was perfect.”

Relief washed over his face as he laughed at his own awkwardness.

“Who knew you'd be such a good kisser.” You smiled jokingly.

“Shut up.” He playfully rolled his eyes at you before pulling you down onto the bed next to him.

It only took a few minutes for exhaustion to creep its way into your body, and you could barely hold your eyes open by the time Ethan had pulled the covers over you both and turned you over so you could lay on his chest.

“I love you.” Ethan whispered before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

A tired smile formed on your lips, “I love you too, E.”

Between the rhythmic beating of Ethan's heart and his thumb gently rubbing circles on your arm, sleep came quickly.

The last thought crossing your mind before slipping into unconsciousness was that you had finally gotten the happiness you deserve.

All because of him.

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

[ghostfaceorgirlfriend]

hi, could i request an ethan x fem reader where reader gets stabbed on the train instead of Mindy. Ethan isn’t ghostface and he saves her and gets her somewhere safe?

Death Bed Confessions ; Ethan Landry

summary: you and ethan get separated from your friends and you aren’t completely sure you can trust him, though all your doubts go away after he helps you after you get attacked

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: blood, knifes, mentions of death, kissing, sad fluff, non-ghostface ethan, hospitals, injuries.

notes: hope you enjoy :)

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 As soon as you had gotten split up from the rest of the group, you knew this whole plan had been a bad idea.

It was just you and Ethan now as you got onto the next train. You had grown quite fond of the boy and you wanted nothing more than to trust him, but with Mindy's words ringing in the back of your head, you decided to keep your distance from him while on the train.

You made your way to the back of the train and rested your back against the wall. You could see that Ethan had taken a place in the middle.

It wasn’t till the train started moving that you noticed your surroundings. Several people were dressed in Ghostface costumes. Your stomach was churning just at the thought that maybe the real killer was somewhere on the train.

You looked up to catch Ethan's eyes already on you. He must have seen the concerned look on your face as you could see a frown finding its way onto his lips. He wanted to move from his spot and instead come stand by you, but he knew you didn't trust him so he thought it was better he stayed away.

With every passing second the queasiness in your stomach had just gotten worse, you knew the ride would be over soon, so you tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It's gonna be okay.” You whispered to yourself, trying to find some peace of mind.

You focused back on your surroundings, the train car feels much more crowded than before. You no longer had a clear view of Ethan, and although you didn't fully trust him, knowing he was there brought you some kind of comfort.

You had been so focused on trying to see Ethan that you hadn't even realized one of the masked figures was slowly walking toward you.

You thought maybe it was some teenager playing a joke, but you quickly realized you were mistaken when you felt a knife being plunged into your side and a gloved hand covering your mouth.

You tried to scream, but the hand had muffled your sound.

The killer twisted the knife deeper into you.

A searing white hot pain had now encompassed your entire body. Tears filled your lash line as you realized this was it. You were going to die.

The train had rolled to a stop and the doors slid open. Before you could even process it, the knife was being pulled out of you and the killer had slipped away.

You immediately fell to the ground, not being able to support yourself. You brought your shaky hands to your side, trying to hold the wound together so you wouldn't lose more blood than you already had.

“Shit.” You cried as you felt the pressure of your own hands.

Almost everyone had now made their way off the train, and you could finally see Ethan.

He was still standing in the same spot. He looked like he was waiting for you, but when he didn't see you come to the front he looked back to where you had been, only to find you bleeding and on the floor.

“Fuck!” He cursed as he hurried to your side.

You looked up at him, thankful that he hasn't left yet, “Guess Mindy was wrong.” You winced.

He knew you were trying to lighten the mood, but he couldn't do anything as his eyes were locked on how much blood you were losing.

He brought his hands to your side, putting better pressure on it than you had previously been doing.

You whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling.

“I know it hurts but we have to get off the train, okay?” He tried to keep his voice as calm as he could.

Internally, he was freaking out as thoughts about losing you run rampant in his mind.

“I-I don’t think I can stand.” More tears fell down your face.

Your hands were shaking and you felt a slight chill. With every second that passed, your body and mind became more exhausted.

It would be so easy to just close-

“Ah!” You cried out as Ethan scooped you up from the ground.

Tears began to prick at Ethan's eyes and his chest felt tighter than it did a moment before, “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Ethan yelled out for help, hoping someone would be willing to.

Your mind wandered elsewhere trying not to think about your impending death if you didn't get to a hospital soon.

You focused on Ethan. You focused on how for the past two months he has shown you more kindness than some people have shown you in a lifetime. You focused on how he would go out of his way to help you. You focused on those big brown eyes that told you he saw you as more than just a friend. You focused on the tight grasp he had on you, afraid you might slip away.

“Help is coming, okay? The paramedics will be here in just a second.” he looked down to see your eyes closing.

You were so tired.

“Hang on just a little longer, please.” His voice cracked.

You opened your eyes again to look at him. You wanted to hang on for him. You wanted the chance to tell him how you felt.

“Ethan.” Your voice was soft, “I love you, in case I don't get to say it again.”

You gave him a gentle peck on the lips before you fully slipped unconscious.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with bright fluorescent lights and the repetitive sound of beeping.

It didn't take you long to realize you were in the hospital.

You raised up, slightly wincing from the ache in your side. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but as your eyes searched around the room they landed on a sleeping boy next to your bed.

“Ethan?” Your voice came out quieter than you had planned.

You cleared your throat and tried again, “Ethan.”

This time Ethan had heard you. He hadn't been fully aware of what it was that woke him up, but after rubbing the tiredness from his eyes and looking over to your bed he realized that it had been you

“You're awake.” He finally felt like he could breathe again.

“Are you okay? Is everyone okay?” All you could think about were your friends. Had the plan worked? Was everyone alive?

“It's all over. Everyone is okay.” Etham moved to sit on the edge of your bed.

You let out a sigh of relief knowing that you were all safe now. You looked at Ethan, suddenly remembering what you had said to him before passing out.

You could see the nervous look on his face, and his hands that rested on the bed were slightly shaky.

“Do-.” he took a breath, “Do you remember anything? Yanno before you passed out?” Ethan was bracing himself.

He hoped you would remember. He wanted your confession to be real, and not some death bed confession that you would regret.

You grabbed his hand, trying to calm his anxiety.

“I meant what I said.” That's all you had to say before Ethan was leaning in to kiss you.

Your lips moved softly in sync, the both of you sighing in satisfaction at the feeling.

You gently pulled away from one another and rested your foreheads together as Ethan brought both hands up to your face.

“I love you too.”

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