#Kirby Reed

[danimalscrushcup]

something other than yellowjackets can u believe it (i like them)

[ghostampire]

bruh look who at pride

[florashifting]

Me when I find a new fanfic for a character that barely has any fanfic

[woodsboromassacre]

ghostface always doing something

[taiturner]

@finalgirlsource final girl appreciation week day 1, favorite final girl film: SCREAM VI

[horrorhimejoshi]

hayden panettiere being gay with a dark haired girl in every universe

[cece693]

Hi, are you open to requests? If so, can I request an Ethan Landry (Scream VI) story with a dominant male reader?

I wanted something with Ethan feeling hurt because his friends are accusing him when he could end up dying for being their friend and not feeling valued in the group and his boyfriend defending him in that scene where Chad was accusing him. Whether or not Ethan is actually Ghostface, I'll leave it up to you.

He's Not The Killer (Ethan Landry x Dom! Male Reader)

So I have a confession to make...I actually haven't seen any of the newest Scream films, so this fic might not be accurate to the plot, but I tried my best :)

The dorm room buzzed with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. The group was on edge, paranoia creeping in after every attack, every mysterious disappearance. But this time, it wasn’t just suspicion in the air—it was betrayal.

Chad paced back and forth, his gaze fixed on Ethan with a mixture of anger and suspicion. “How do we know you’re not the one behind all of this?” he snapped, the accusation hanging in the air like a death sentence. “You showed up late the night it happened. You were unaccounted for, and every time something goes down, you have an excuse.”

Ethan’s face paled, his lips parting in shock. “Chad, come on,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “You seriously think I’d hurt any of you? I’ve been through all this with you! Why would I—”

“Because it’s always the quiet ones,” Chad interrupted, his voice low and accusing. “It’s the ones nobody suspects until it’s too late. How do we know you’re not playing us? Huh?”

You pushed yourself off the wall, stepping forward to place yourself between Ethan and Chad. “That's enough. You’re just pointing fingers because you’re scared and you don’t know what to do. But throwing accusations around isn’t helping anyone. Ethan isn’t Ghostface.”

Chad took a step closer, glaring at you. "And what guarantees you that? Are you only defending him because you're sleeping with him? Or is it because you’re getting your dick sucked and can't think straight?"

The words hit you like a freight train, your blood boiling in an instant. The rest of the room fell into stunned silence, the air sucked right out of it. Without thinking, your fist flew out, colliding with Chad's jaw in a swift, brutal motion. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the walls, and Chad stumbled back, clutching his face with a pained grunt.

“You son of a bitch!” Chad roared, springing forward and tackling you to the ground. The two of you hit the floor hard, wrestling in a mess of tangled limbs and swinging fists. You felt a fist connect with your ribcage, sending a shock of pain up your spine, but you pushed through it, shoving Chad off you and launching yourself back at him. You landed a solid punch to his cheek, knocking his head to the side, but Chad was quick to retaliate, delivering a blow to your temple that left your vision swimming.

“Look at you, getting violent just because someone questioned your precious boyfriend,” he spat, wiping the blood from his split lip. “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, and you don’t even see it.” The utter hatred found in Chad's voice caused you to deliver another punch to his jaw, when Ethan's voice cut through the haze.

"Stop it!" You felt his hands gripping your shoulders, pulling you back with a force that didn’t seem possible for him. “Enough! Both of you!” There was a tremor in his voice, and when you finally looked at him, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

The fight bled out of you as you stared at Ethan’s face, his expression raw and hurt. He tugged on your arm, guiding you away from Chad, who was cradling his jaw. Ethan pulled you towards the corner of the room, out of earshot from the others, his grip on your wrist surprisingly firm.

Once you were out of sight, he dropped his hand, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. “What the hell was that?” he whispered, his voice strained. “You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to—”

“I wasn’t about to let him talk about you like that,” you cut in, your voice soft but firm. “He crossed a line, Ethan. I don’t care if everyone else is losing their heads and pointing fingers; I’m not going to stand by and let them treat you like you’re the killer.”

Ethan's eyes searched your face, as if trying to find some hint of doubt, some indication that you didn’t really mean what you were saying. “You…you really don’t think I’m Ghostface?” His voice cracked, as if he didn’t even believe it himself.

You reached out, cupping his face gently. “I know you,” you murmured. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me—or any of us. You’re not the killer, Ethan. I’m sure of it.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if savoring the reassurance. But deep inside, a darkness stirred—a quiet, insidious voice that he’d tried to ignore for so long. Because he was Ghostface.

Ethan’s mind raced with the realization that while you stood there defending him, fighting for him, he had already planned his next moves. The upcoming murders were inevitable—painful, brutal, but necessary. Yet, as you looked at him with nothing but trust and concern, the promise formed in his mind with the clarity of a vow: you would be the sole survivor. You would be spared, kept safe from the carnage he was about to unleash. He would make sure of it, no matter the cost.

The guilt briefly pricked at him, but it was drowned out by something darker—something possessive. He needed to keep you safe, even if it meant everyone else had to die for it. Ethan opened his eyes and gave you a small, broken smile. "Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, your fingers threading through his hair as you held him close. “You don’t have to worry about that,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In Ethan's mind, however, the words took on a different meaning. You’re not going anywhere, he repeated silently, the thought cold and final. Not while I'm around. As his arms wrapped around you, his expression softened into something genuine and loving—yet beneath it, the darkness lingered, hidden just out of view, waiting for the right moment to strike.

[slasherbat]

Happy Pride Month to these guys

[slashericons]

Kirby Reed — Scream 4 (2011)

[now-whos-doing-that]

GUYS I FINISHED THE SLIDESHOW.

[stabath0n]

some of those comic pages but scream 4

[charliewalkersgf]

get these two in another project together PLEASEEEE

[ghostampire]

when you're too obsessed with ghostface and it's going on in your mind:

[arcade-conspiracy]

Need them. Bad.

[jillgirlfriends]

The sad side of "Scream"

did you know that marnie and cici are related? i think marnie misses her.. i hope they know each other

[ichyamleck]

I highly doubt this, anyone knows wof? I suppose I'll give it a try

I have embraced my cringe era and made some Scream x Wings of fire dragons crossovers

Drew Kirby and Jill for myself and the others were requested by my friends