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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 10 months ago

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Ethan Landry x Reader with the bestfriends brother trope (Quinn and reader are bestfriends, I just rlly want a story like this🌚) can have smut tyyy

Ahhh I love a friends-based smut. I hope you like it❤️

Temptation - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 2, Part 3

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're Quinn's best friend, who can't hold back their urges for Ethan any longer.

A/N: This was so much fun to write. I love a good 'Fucking your best friends brother' smut

You and Quinn were sitting on her couch, watching a rom-com. The main actor in the movie was one she thought was very attractive.

“Would you fuck him? ‘Cause I’d totally fuck him,” she said, as the actor was on the screen wearing nothing but a towel.

“Yeah, would you fuck him?” you heard from the doorway.

“Ethan, shut up,” Quinn said, annoyed with her brother’s presence.

He sat down on the sectional with the two of you.

“Can we watch something else?” he asked, sick of seeing the horrible attempt at a steamy scene on the TV.

“No, go watch something in your room,” Quinn snapped, before he stood up.

He saw the remote sitting beside her, so he darted for it. She grabbed it before he could, passing it to you before you jumped up, running with it.

Ethan chased you through the kitchen, then back towards the living room. You jumped back on the couch, placing the remote behind you. He tackled onto you, trying to grab the remote. The feeling of his hands running under your back and him on top of you was enough to make you want him right then and there.

He managed to take the remote, but as he pulled his hands out, he ran one over the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, not wanting him to get off you. As he stood up, the smirk on his face told you that the action was intentional.

He went back to the other end of the couch, changing the movie to something scary. Quinn rolled her eyes but refused to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won, so she talked shit about his movie selection until it was over.

As you guys sat at the dinner table, listening to everyone talk about their day, you and Ethan kept exchanging glances.

“Ethan, quit checking out my friend, and pass the bread,” she said, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks.

“Shut up,” he muttered, as his sister took the dish from him.

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” she snarled, as he pulled out his phone, typing something.

“No phones at the table, Ethan. You know that. I don’t care if you are getting ready to start college, that doesn’t mean you get to start breaking the rules,” their dad said.

“Sorry,” he said, sliding the phone back in the pocket of his jeans.

After dinner, you check your phone. You see that you had a new message on Instagram.

Ethan: Come to my room after Quinn falls asleep.

You smiled at the message, quickly locking your phone to get back to Quinn. The two of you finished the movie you started watching before Ethan stole the remote earlier, and she was starting to get sleepy.

“I need to go to bed, like right now,” she said, her eyes struggling to stay open.

“Me too,” you fake yawned as you went back to her room.

Once she was asleep for a while, you pulled out your phone to message Ethan.

You: Still up?

Ethan: Yeah, you coming?

You quietly snuck out of her bed, tiptoeing to the door. It squeaked a little as you opened it, your head snapping towards Quinn to make sure it didn’t wake her up. You gently shut it, before going to the room two doors down.

“Hey,” you said, quietly making your way over to him.

“I thought she’d never fall asleep,” he said, sitting up.

His room was dimly lit by the light on the bedside table, and you noticed all the cliché dorky things you’d expect to find in his room.

“I had to wait a little bit to make sure she wouldn’t wake up the second I tried to sneak out,” you said, sitting down beside him.

“Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t want her to know that her best friend is sneaking in here to spend time with me,” he laughed.

“Why did you want me to come in here, anyway?” You asked, leaning back on hit bed, sitting on your elbows.

He didn’t say anything as he turned towards you, pushing you down on the bed. His lips were on yours, and you felt yourself getting more wet by the second. As he moved his lips over your jaw and down your neck, you started to moan.

“Hey, you have to be quiet,” he whispered, before continuing to kiss you. You choked back every single moan that threatened to fall from your lips, which kept getting harder to do.

You felt him reach for the hem of your shirt, lifting it. You sat up a little so he could pull off the shirt over your head. His eyes widened as he stared at your bare chest. He kissed further down, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand as he swirled his tongue over your nipple. Still trying so hard not to make any noise, you covered your mouth with your hand. He switched to the other side, repeating his actions before kissing down your stomach, stopping right above your pajama shorts.

“Is this okay?” he asked, gently lifting the waistband of the shorts.

You nodded. He slowly slid the shorts and your panties down in one motion, the new exposure to him making your head spin.

“Perfect,” he whispered, running a finger through your wet pussy.

He watched your face as he repeated his actions, your brows furrowing every time he touched your clit.

“Quit teasing me,” you whined softly.

He slid a finger inside you, still intently watching your face. When he added a second one, your hand slapped back over your mouth in attempts to muffle your moans.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, you quickly nodded.

He leaned forward to attack your clit with his mouth. The sounds that flew out of your mouth were starting to get a lot louder. Ethan laughed against you, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at you with his free hand. You quickly put it over your face, letting all your whines out into that. It muffled them a lot better, meaning Ethan could fuck you harder with his fingers.

As he pumped them in and out of you at a quicker pace, your toes started to curl against the sheets. That coil in the pit of your stomach got tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped. You cried out into the pillow as your orgasm hit, your hips bucking as he struggled to hold you down.

You removed the pillow from your face, a dazed fucked-out smile playing on your lips.

“God that was amazing,” you said, as he crawled back up to his original place on the bed.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

You sat up and slung one leg over him. He was wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants, and you could feel his hardened cock through them as you grinded against him. His mouth fell open, holding your hips as you gasped at the material of his pants rubbing against your clit.

“I think those need to come off,” you whispered.

You raised up a little so he could slide the pants down, his cock springing free against his stomach.

“Fuck,” you said lowly, mouth watering at the size.

“Think you can take it?” he smirked.

You grabbed him, lining him up with your entrance as you slowly sank down. As you sat on him adjusting to the size, he leaned his head forward, flicking your nipples with his tongue. He kissed up your chest and neck, before kissing your lips. You kissed him back, the ferocity of it making you more wet than you already were.

As you moved your hips, the grip he had on you tightened.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, pupils blown out as he watched you.

“Then..unf…why didn’t you act on this sooner,” you said between gasps.

“You’re forbidden fruit,” you smirked at his words, thinking about your best friend that’s down the hall.

You started to bounce on him quicker, chasing your orgasm. He let go of one of your hips to rub your clit. When your sounds got louder, he placed one of your hands on your clit, while his hand covered your mouth. His large hand muffled all your moans as your second orgasm of the night crept up, your hips stuttering as you cried out.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, tapping your thighs to get you to lift off of him. He released all over his stomach and your thighs. You swiped one of your fingers through it, popping it in your mouth. The innocence on your face as you did it made him want to immediately go for round two, but the both of you were tired.

After the both of you cleaned up, you snuggled up in his bed with him, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Do you think Quinn would kill me if I asked you to go to dinner with me?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Oh, she’d have your head in a jar,” you giggled.

He ran his fingers down your back, the soothing motions almost putting you to sleep.

“I need to go back to Quinn’s room,” you whispered, not really wanting to but knowing she really would have Ethan’s head in a jar if she saw you two naked in his bed.

“I like this though, I don’t want it to end,” he sighed, as you sat up.

“I like it, too. I do stay over a lot though…” you trailed off, the smile on his face letting you know that he would want to do this again.

“One of these days, I’ll convince Quinn to let me have you,” he said, jumping up with you as you both put your clothes back on.

He walked you to the door, kissing you before you left. You crept back into Quinn’s room, crawling back into your designated side of her queen-sized bed. You soon dozed off.

The next morning at breakfast, you and Quinn were talking as Ethan sat down at the table. She rolled her eyes.

“So, there’s this guy I’m talking to. He has a friend that you should meet. I’m going out with him tonight, you should come with,” she said.

Ethan’s face fell as he listened to her talk.

“I think I’ll pass, but I did say I was spending the weekend with you, so maybe I could hang out here while you’re gone?” you said, taking a bite out of the fruit on your plate. Ethan’s facial expression perked back up.

“Yeah, but it’ll just be you and Ethan. I’ll probably be out late since dad has to work. I know he won’t be waiting up on me,” she said, as you and Ethan exchanged your glances.

“That’s cool, we could watch a movie or something.” He nodded, eating a piece of bacon.

After breakfast, you had another message on Instagram.

Ethan: I can’t stop thinking about you

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rafeysbafey · 1 year ago

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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 2 years ago

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TENDER LIKE A BRUISE ─── ethan landry 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.” — ‘The Winner’s Kiss’, Marie Rutkoski

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood + death, mildly suggestive

summary. its late at night when you get a knock at your window. first, its a familiar mask, then a really, really familiar face. (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n. i honestly just wanted an excuse to write about patching up this lovable dork. this is also the weirdest crossover ive ever made but hey! if the shoe fits, the shoe fits (ethan landry is 110% spiderman nerd coded). an early warning: this is sooo all over the place. i fr do not know where this is going or if i should make a part 2

You’re staring at your monitor, half-asleep and half-wishing your econ class got a bomb threat so you didn’t have to get assigned homework, when you hear a knock at your window.

It was four-am on a Thursday in the middle of March, so you were expecting a knock. It was probably Quinn, or maybe even Tara, knocking on your window to get into the flat because they lost their keys somewhere at the frat party and didn’t want to alarm Sam.

Having the room with the fire-escape window was a blessing and a curse. For one, the view was beautiful, and you could sneak out without any of your roommates knowing. On the other hand, however, any stranded friends of yours snuck back in through your window.

Well, whatever. You slammed your laptop shut on your desk, and walked to your window. In the journey, however, you paused.

The crime rate in New York had gone up terribly recently, and you had remembered that case just a few weeks ago about a man who broke in through a fire escape window…

You weighed your options: open the window, oh it’s just Annika, shoo her out of your room, continue Econ homework. Open the window, oh it’s a murderer! Die, don’t finish Econ homework.

You opened the window.

Then: “Spiderman?!” You all but screamed, taking a hesitant step back.

It was Spiderman, the guy in the spiderman suit, New York’s “friendly neighborhood Spiderman”, the hero who fought crime in Brooklynn and swung around Times Square, that Spiderman.

And he was here. On your fire escape, awkwardly shuffling (which reminded you of a certain dork who was at that Halloween frat party right about now), hands behind his back.

“Spiderman? What the— fuck, are you—?” You repeated, and you could practically hear his stumbling thoughts as he gestured incoherently to himself, arms flailing about.

“Hi?” He settled on, then groaned, lifting himself into your bedroom. You took another step back, tentatively eyeing the little league baseball bat you had in the corner of your bedroom, a keepsake from home.

Once more, the thoughts of those recent window-entry break-ins flashed in your head, and even though it was Spiderman, what if it wasn’t? What if it was just some weirdo freak in the costume, about to use your trust of the hero to their advantage?

Spiderman, solemnly, seemed to notice this hesitation in you. “I’m not— I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” Spiderman sighed, and then all at once and far too fast, he pulled his mask clean off.

Suddenly, a familiar head of curls were splayed out on an equally as familiar brown-eyed face.

“Landry?” You said in the same tone as before, except this time it was Ethan Landry, Quinn’s awkward, younger-by-3-minutes brother, who ended up rooming with Chad, your own friend from highschool, after Quinn moved in with you.

Your only conversation had been nods in Econ, handing him a drink at a party, asking if he’d seen Quinn, him asking if you’d seen Chad, and now… whatever this was.

“This” was Ethan Landry in the Spiderman suit — because he was Spiderman(!!!!), the biggest mind-fuck you’d had since you found out Sam’s bio-dad was a weirdo murdering loser rotting in jail with his oddly homoerotic, equally as murderous, bestfriend — politely closing your window and dusting himself off so as to not get your room dirty.

This was not the shock you were hoping for right before midterms.

Then, you saw how pale-faced and sweaty Landry was, a red-and-blue gloved hand pressed against his abdomen, slowly hunching further.

“Sorry— I,” He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out between his teeth, “I got cut, and I— your apartment was closer than Chad and I’s place, and I also couldn’t go there, because I lost my keys while I was swinging—“

“Hold on— Landry! Back up a moment!” You protested, interrupting his anxious rambling. “Let’s get you patched up first, okay? I won’t accept any of your answers until then.”

Quickly, you wrapped an arm around him, helping him limp over to your small, crowded apartment bathroom.

You situated the 6'0 giant you’d only referred to as “Landry” for the better half of the past six months onto the toilet, then rummaged through your bathroom closet, searching for the first-aid kit Quinn had used on her latest hook-up just last week after he bonked his head on her bed frame.

(That was hilarious and disgusting, having to sew stitches onto one of her hookups while she wore a police costume and him a bright prison suit. You were not going to pry, but crudely speaking, it was a shock to find out Quinn was… kinky.)

When you finally got it, you turned, having expected Landry to have pulled the top half of his suit off. Instead, he sat, head leaning against the tiled bathroom walls, cloaked hand still pressed firm against his wound.

“That thing’s got a zipper on it, doesn’t it?” You said, taking a peek at the backside of Landry’s suit.

He nodded.

“So?” You said, expectantly placing your hands on your hips. But Landry stayed still, as if something was holding him back.

“By gods, Landry, are you embarrassed?” You said, aghast. By the looks of his increasingly red face, you were right.

Extremely affronted at his ill-timed shyness, you swiftly found the zipper to his Spiderman suit and helped the boy peel off the top half.

“Jesus, Ethan, you’re practically bleeding to death. Stop being so shy, I can handle you of all people.” You whispered to him as you did so, and he let out a shaky breath.

(Not because of the wound, but rather how close you were, his real name on your whispering lips as you almost graced the side of his face, your hands undressing him. He felt like he was on fire.

Fuck, Ethan thought, then, immediately after, shook himself mentally of such thoughts.)

Then, with several beads of sweat dripping from Ethan’s forehead, a low groan coming from him, you saw just how bad his wound was.

It was a messy, leaking gash on the left of his lower stomach, blood staining his thin skin. Landry seemed entirely focussed on the pain, eyes squinted and body wincing with every labored breath.

So, you moved swiftly, opening up your bottle of rubbing alcohol and throwing the cap behind you, informing Ethan it was going to “hurt like the time Sam punched you square in the nose because she thought you were hooking up with Tara” (to be fair, that did hurt a lot — Ethan cried a little, after it, and you had to silently hand him tissues) before dousing his wound in the solution.

Ethan’s back immediately arched in pain, head thrown back, and you could hear him bite back a soft whimper. His now-bare hands grabbed at the closest thing he could — your sweater sleeve, which was apparently at the perfect height for his incredibly lanky, though shockingly well-built, arms to hold — squeezing down in pain.

“I’m sorry, truly,” you whispered, on your knees in front of him, as he was far too tall to perform this stitching up without doing so.

(You continued by knotting your needle and thread, ignoring the odd predicament you had found yourself in, on your knees in a cramped bathroom, so close you could feel Ethan’s warm breath on your neck. You swallowed, head fuzzy, then blinked rapidly, trying to get your thoughts back on track.)

If that had bothered him, you were more than worried at how he’d react to your poor stitching ability. You’d only ever fixed up a hole in your shirt, so any sewing knowledge you knew, you were going to apply to Ethan’s skin now.

“I’m gonna stitch it up now, okay?” You said, in a soft, dulcet tone, considering the pain he was going through.

Ethan nodded vehemently, probably more so interested in getting it all over with.

You made quick work of the operation, sewing his skin together, back and forth, back and forth. Your concentration drowned out any and all of your thoughts, except for a stuttered keen or bitten curse word from Ethan every now and then, that effectively shattered the mental wall you’d been building.

Finally, you unraveled the white roll of bandages sitting on the counter, and wrapped a thick dressing around his abdomen, crossing over his left shoulder to give it some stability.

(Your elbows had been propped up on either side of Ethan’s thighs, and you were so carefully focussed on wrapping his gash correctly that you hadn’t realized how close you were to his… well, him.

Ethan had, however, and gulped at how suggestive his view was, looking down and just seeing the crown of your head over his lap. So Ethan looked away, squeezing his eyes shut and desperately focussed on keeping something down.)

Finally, you finished, rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, and looked up at Ethan, who was leaning back, head on the wall. Your cheeks dusted pink, seeing how he stared at you through his long, brown lashes, slowly blinking, lips parted.

You coughed, looking away from the boy, and got up. “You okay to stand?”

Ethan blinked, then nodded, heaving himself up from the toilet seat. He limped across the hall to your bedroom, then sat on the chair sitting by your desk.

“You should sleep here tonight. I don’t think your sister will ever forgive me if I let you go to bed alone with a knife-wound.” You flashed him a smile. “But first: what the hell was that?”

Ethan bit his lip. “Surprise?”

You gave Ethan a look, settling on your bed across from him. “I thought you were at that halloween party, with Chad and Quinn?”

“Okay, fine. I was at that party, but I… kinda sort of stole a police’s walkie talkie, like, two years ago and I’ve been using it since to hear about any crime going on. There was a 10-31 — an active burglary,” he said, noting your confused face, “at a local bodega, so I told everyone I was going home, and left. They’d run into an alley by the time I got there, so I followed them, and things got a little… messy.”

You nodded, following the story carefully. “And when did… all of this start?” You gestured to him in the half done up Spiderman suit.

“Well,” Ethan averted your gaze, “When I was seventeen, I went with my dad to a crime scene during a stupid Bring-Your-Kid-to-work-day activity. The place was a real hole-in-the-wall illegal animal testing lab, and I was being dumb, touching things I shouldn’t have, geeking out over whatever latest smuggled in Oscorp tech they had blown up, when a spider bit me in the neck. After peeking through the case files, I found out it was a radioactive spider. The next few days after that I got sick, then got better, and one day after that I woke up and I could do crazy shit like climb my bedroom walls.”

You blinked, digesting the large threshold of information. Just as you were about to ask another question, Ethan let out a large, teary eyed yawn.

All at once he seemed so much more tired than you thought he’d been, all the pain he’d experienced showing clearly on his delicate features.

Your brows knit together. “…Okay, I think it's time you change out of those clothes, I order food, then you go to bed.”

Ethan agreed numbly, hunching over on the chair he was sitting on. Quickly, you began digging through your closet for clothes that might fit his muscular frame — a feature that surprised you as much as finding out he was Spiderman, considering you thought him to be a skinny and lanky tree.

After a moment, you pulled out two pieces. “It’s all I had that would fit you,” you said quietly, handing him a pair of pink Hello-Kitty pajama pants you bought in the wrong size, and a “I Survived My Trip To NYC” shirt Mindy gave you back in highschool.��“Sorry.”

“No, I—“ Ethan fumbled awkwardly, taking the clothes from you, ears tinged red, “thanks. For everything.” He settled on, looking from his hands to your face.

You peered up at him, analyzing the boy-hero. His deep brown eyes, the freckles that danced across his cheeks, how his lips pursed, watching you look at him.

The air between the both of you had suddenly turned static, and you were so much more aware of how flush you were against one another.

Ethan’s gaze flitted from your eyes to your lips, trailing across your face almost unbearably slow.

But then you blinked, sobered, and stepped away from him. “I’m— gonna,” you caught your breath, “I’ll let you change.”

You quickly exited, leaving Ethan in the room alone.

(Ethan’s face burned, terribly red while he felt feverish just by the slight touch of your fingers on his own. How you had stared at him, your eyes coursing over his entire being—

There had been something there, but Ethan could not find it in himself to pry.)

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #spiderman crossover #jack champion x reader #scream imagine #spiderman!ethan landry

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scwheeler · 2 years ago

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🌷˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘A BLOSSOMING ROMANCE?’

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you and ethan have been best friends for years but he’s developed feelings for you, luckily you have too

author’s note: this is my first non-mike fic and i’m nervous for some reason…also i’m switching up the acc just because times have changed and i sort of lost interest in writing for mike so if you love ethan and the rest of scream, take a seat and some popcorn 🍿🎟

you: when r u getting here? i’m soooo bored

e: im walking to the front door rn :)

there was a knock on the door and before any of your friends could get up or even offer to get it, you jumped up and ran. “i’ll get it!” you yelled before unlocking the door. you didn’t bother to look in the eye hole before flinging the door open.

(tbh with all the ghostface incidents you should’ve but it’s just ethan…)

as the door opened, you were met with the cute smiling face of your bestfriend. immediately you jumped into his arms which caught him off guard but was always happy to catch you. “mindy was just ‘bout to start the movie without you!” you exclaimed and pulled him inside.

“dude why are you always so late?” chad asked and crossed his legs on the coffee table. “oh i just had a few errands to run, y’know econ,” ethan brushed off chad’s question and followed you to the couch.

after everyone got comfortable, mindy turned on the movie. only after she gave a quick warning about the movie since she’s already seen it a million times. you scooted closer to ethan and put your head by his chest. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you two since you’ve done it before a hundred times.

you guys had been best friends for years and you were a big physical touch person which made ethan the same. but it didn’t help the fact that ethan had a massive crush on you.

you heard his heartbeat. it was thumping fast. “what’s got you so worried?” you whispered and looked up to ethan. he turned to face you instead of the movie, “oh—just the movie, it’s a horror movie right?”

he quickly looked back up to the tv. he was obviously lying because the movie just started and the tv was still showing the title card. but he couldn’t tell you that the real reason was you.

he was practically sweating and tried to seem like he was all cool but was actually freaking out inside. you were so close to him, not that he was complaining but you didn’t know what to do. you had to look over to chad a few times to copy how he was holding tara.

he tried putting his arm around you but midway aborted the plan and pretended as if he was yawning, pulling a reverse flirting move. it’s not like you couldn’t tell because he made it pretty obvious with his long arms but you decided to ignore it.

the sun was setting halfway into the movie and your eyes started to droop. you nestled yourself into ethan’s shirt and tried to make yourself a comfortable sleeping position. with you constantly moving around, ethan couldn’t help but look down at you.

he smiled to himself but looked back to the screen to avoid being caught. but he couldn’t help himself and would consistently look down everytime someone would scream in the movie so everyone would be too focused on who died to notice.

about ten minutes later, you fell asleep. you were completely knocked out because of the all nighter you pulled the night before to study for a big test and all of the lectures you had to sit through.

you almost slid off of ethan’s chest before ethan grabbed you. he panicked and stealthily pulled you by his shoulder so you could rest peacefully. he tried carefully not to wake you up even with the loud slashes and screams coming from the movie.

by the time the movie ended, everyone was so sleepy that they were already slumped in their seats. chad and tara were attached at the hip, cuddling each other and a bowl of popcorn while asleep. beside them were mindy and anika who were sleeping shoulder to shoulder with a blanket.

luckily it was chad and ethan’s dorm so ethan gingerly lifted you up from the couch and carried you marriage-style to his room. even though the way to his room only took like ten steps max, him trying to make the least noise as possible and taking a million more steps than needed to do so made the walk much longer.

ethan opened his bedroom door and turned on his lights. he quietly placed you on his bed after moving the blankets. he picked up one of his pillows and tried to dust it off, shaking it and patting it in the air which made a bunch of noise but you must be a heavy sleeper because you were knocked out.

he replaced the “new clean” pillow for the one currently below your head and covered you with one of his blankets. after successfully moving you from the couch to his bed and tucking you in, he sighed in relief and knelt to the bed level.

he watched your chest move up and down, synchronized with your soft breathing. there was hair covering your face so he tucked it behind your ear for a clear view of your face.

beautiful. he thought to himself and smiled at your peaceful state. he kissed your temple and moved the blanket closer to your upper body, covering most of your body except your face.

not wanting to bother you anymore and potentially waking you up, he slowly got back on his feet and turned off the lights. although he didn’t know where he was gonna crash tonight, he didn’t care. he could sleep in a motherfucking ditch for all he cared!

but before he could close the door and walk out. “ethan? could you stay with me?” you muttered and blinked a few times to get a good glimpse at the boy who just tucked you in.

ethan’s whole body went into shock for a moment and held onto the door handle for dear life. if not for the door handle, he would’ve been falling to the ground since his legs turned into jelly! did you just ask him to stay with you? as in with you in bed?!

as ethan was doubting what he just heard, you confirmed it. “please?” you whispered and ethan almost fainted from that. he slowly walked back to the bed and stared at you. “are you sure?” he asked for reassurance and you nodded.

out of nervousness he mumbled a quick, “hold on a sec!” and opened his drawers for pajamas and ran into his bathroom. you were so confused but also very tired so your body refused to get up.

instead you just waited for ethan to come back.

meanwhile, ethan shut the bathroom door and quickly changed into his pajamas but before going back out to you, he opened his cabinets and looked through his shelves to find anything to make himself look better or smell better.

he found some cologne that chad had lent him like one time when they went to this party. ethan instantly opened the bottle and started spraying everywhere that a teenage boy could potentially smell.

he almost choked on the suffocating air that he created himself but couldn’t leave yet. he had no time to brush his teeth so he grabbed his mouthwash and finally was ready.

once ethan returned in new clothes and a definite new smell, you smiled. he slowly got into the bed yet kept much distance between you two. who knew getting into your own bed could be so scary?!

you had to be the one to move closer to him, putting your arms around his waist. first he was surprised but followed your lead. with a little bit of twisting and turning, you two found a comfortable position where he was the big spoon and you were the little spoon.

“you do know i like you right?” you asked with your eyes closed. his eyes immediately opened and he looked down at you, unable to look into your eyes though.

“w-wait what? well you do know i like you too right?” he returned the question which made you grin. “i’ve always known.” you replied and held his hands by your chest. ethan closed his eyes and a smile spread on his face as he held you closer to him.

“are you wearing chad’s cologne?”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream six #scream #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #scream imagine #scream fic #ethan landry fic #ethan landry headcannon

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shadesslut · 1 year ago

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Hi!! I have a suggestion for kinktober! Could you please write a fic about ethan and y/n being childhood bestfriends then taking eachothers virginities in college? Please make it very sweet and fluffy

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 DAY 7

Virginity

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Fluff, smut)

Main Masterlist

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

🦇

Y/N could say her life was pretty good and she wouldn’t be lying. She had a good group of friends, enrolled in classes she actually liked, and was happy with herself. The only problem was that she was madly in love with her best friend of eight years.

He was currently on his stomach as he watched a movie peacefully on her bed. She was at her desk working on homework.

Ethan groaned for the umpteenth time, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. She spun around in her chair, stopping to be facing him. “What is it now?”

Ethan rolled on his back, his arms sprawled out. He bent his head backwards to rest on the edge of the bed and looked at her. His curls bounced back as he pouted. “I’m bored. You said it’d take thirty minutes, not thirty hours.” He complained.

“It’s been an hour.”

“So you admit it’s been more than thirty minutes?”

She dryly laughed before spinning back to her desk, earning a groan from Ethan. The truth was, she hadn’t got a single drop of work done. The whole time she had been texting a boy from her class, Greg.

He sneakily walked over to her and peeked over her shoulder. His face dropped upon seeing her phone. Ethan looked at her sadly, but shook it off as he grabbed her phone.

“Ethan!”

Ethan giggled mischievously as he held her phone in the air away from her. She pulled on his arm, but she knew he was ten times stronger than her.

“Who’s Greg?” He cooed as he teased. He scrolled through the text thread.

“Ethan give me my phone back!” She yelled as she clawed at Ethan’s chest. His stomach only bubbled with laughter as he held his free hand out to push her away.

Opposite of what Ethan thought he’d find, Y/N was scared Ethan would see the texts from Greg giving Y/N advice on asking Ethan out. “Wow you’re sending him outfit ideas?” Y/N’s eyes widened as he teased further. “You never send me outfit ideas.”

“Ethan please,” she pleaded.

Ethan only put on a faux smile as he continued to scroll. His thumb froze on the screen, and his smile faded. His eyes rolled over the words as his arm lowered, allowing Y/N to snatch her phone from him.

She nervously looked to her phone, seeing Ethan stopped on the texts she didn’t want him to see.

Greg

you won’t be happy until you tell him y/n

9:45 pm

Y/N

I cant

Hes my best friend everything would go to shit

9:46 pm

Greg

Just give it a chance

Maybe he likes you!

9:48 pm

Y/N

I doubt it

He’d probably hate me if he knew

9:51 pm

Her face turned warm as she read the messages, and Ethan stood still. “How could you think I could ever hate you?” Ethan asked smally.

“Because it’s weird,” she slumped her shoulders, turning away from Ethan. Ethan placed his hand on her shoulder, and he tilted his head to look around her shoulder.

“It’s not weird. I like you too.” Ethan smiled nervously. “I have for a while.”

“Really?” She asked, finally turning to him. He nodded and placed his hand on her cheek. They looked at each other for a moment, and then she yanked on his collar, pulling him into a rough kiss. Ethan moaned softly as her lips moved against his.

It was better than she could ever imagine. His lips were soft and felt as if they were molded to fit against hers. She snaked her hands up his chest, and Ethan’s hands went to her hips. He pulled her closer to his body, earning a gasp from her.

He backed them up towards her bed, pulling her down with him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cheeks glowed a light shade of red at their position.

“Y/N,” He trailed off in a whisper. He played with the hem of her shirt as he looked down.

“Yes?” She answered softly.

He pecked her lips. “Are you a virgin?”

She laughed slightly, and she ran her fingers through his curls. “You know I am.”

“I didn’t know. I thought you and that one boyfriend…” She shook her head. “Good. I-I wanna be your first. I wanna be the one that takes your virginity away. I wanna be the first one inside you.” Her face grew warm at his words. His hands slowly moved under her shirt, reaching to the waistband of her shorts. “I wanna be the first dick you ever feel stretch you, hell, the only dick. I’m all yours, and you’re only mine.”

He ravished her neck with his lips, and his hand reached to her panties. He smiled against her neck as he felt how wet she was.

“Y-You’re a virgin too, right?” Y/N asked.

Ethan nodded as he pulled away. He stretched her with two fingers, slowly curling deep inside of her. She whined softly as her eyes closed. “Please, Eth, I need to feel you.”

“You are feeling me, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “Need to feel your cock inside me, please.”

He smirked, pulling his fingers out of her. He let her unzip his pants as he pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes froze on her tits, and he practically drooled. “Fuck,” He held her shorts and panties to the side with his fingers, and he pulled his cock out, teasing her entrance with his head.

“Wait,” Y/N suddenly said, voice lacing with concern. Ethan immediately retracted his hand as his cock bounced against his stomach as he let go. “What if I’m not good enough for you?”

“Babe, I don’t know what I’m doing either. I think you should be a little more worried than me.”

“I guess, but,”

“Nah,” Ethan cut her off. “I promise you, you will make me feel good. Even if you’re the worst at having sex,” she slapped at his arm playfully. “I will love every part of it. Because I love you, and I will feel all of you. And that’s enough for me.”

Y/N sweetly smiled at his words. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Ethan looked at her longingly, before continuing his previous actions. His head was barely in her entrance, his precum dripping into her hole. Slowly, he thrusted his hips, shoving half of his dick in her. She inhaled sharply at the pain of the stretch. Ethan stopped, letting her adjust to his size. It took everything in him not to throw her on her back and pound into her. But he knew he had to be patient, he needed to be slow for her. So she could feel good her first time too.

After a moment, he thrusted his hips upwards, going deeper inside of her. She gasped, but rolled her hips with him. Ethan shut his eyes as she clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” Ethan whimpered, pausing his movements. Y/N froze in fear as she looked at him. Did she do something wrong? “I’m gonna cum soon, fuck.”

She dryly chuckled and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and he started moving again. Knowing that he’d probably finish soon, she reached her hand down to start rubbing circles against her clit. Ethan’s eyes flicked down as he panted. He replaced her hand with his, and he used his free hand to grip her hip, moving her forwards and backwards against him.

Soft moans and grunts came from the two of them. Both of their bodies moved against each other, sweaty skin slapping. Y/N felt it, felt her stomach heating up, twisting. She was making love for the first time, with the boy she loved, and she was actually going to finish. Ethan was getting close too. He bounced her on his cock as he whined, his fingers still rubbing her clit.

First it was Y/N, she came around his cock, clenching tightly around him with her walls. Ethan jerked his hips, and his mouth parted open to groan loudly.

“I love you, fuck, I love you so much.” He whined as he kissed her sloppily. He moved his hips again, stopping as he was all the way inside of her, cumming. She ran her fingers against his chest soothingly as he breathed heavily. “Did I, mm, did I do okay?”

She kissed him in response, sucking on his bottom lip. “Amazing.”

“By the way,”

“Hmm?” Ethan hummed, his eyes gazing at her lips.

“I love you too.”

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #ethan kirsch #ghostface x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fluff #smut #kinktober #shadeskinktober #ghostface

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murdrdocs · 2 years ago

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ethan's world !

☼ fluff ☽ smut (16+) ☁︎ suggestive ⛈ dark content (17+) full masterlist

note: fem! and gn! labels are given based on the use of pronouns and anatomy; fem! fics use 'she/her' or labels such as 'girl' as well as explicit afab anatomy, GN! has no use of gendered pronouns or labels and anatomy is ambigious

ethan gives you a call as ghostface ⛈ ☁︎ fem!

ethan has a dark look in his eyes, but you like it that way ☁︎ GN!

ethan landry is your proclaimed enemy, but he's pretty hot GN!

nothing quite like having a boyfriend who'll murder for you ☁︎ GN!

you're ethan's dream girl ☁︎ fem!

ethan needs you to see just how good you look when you're being fucked ☽ fem!

you teach ethan how to kiss ☼ fem!

"no, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing" ☽ fem!

ethan loves being your boyfriend, of course he has to brag GN!

ethan's clingy, you love it ☼ GN!

you and ethan get in an argument, sex is the best apology ☽ GN!

ethan's your pookie wookie ☼ GN! blk coded

as ghostface, ethan has a massive confidence boost ⛈ ☽ GN!

someone hurts you, so ethan hurts them ⛈ GN!

your bestfriend, ethan, confesses his feelings ☼ GN!

being a meeks-martin and dating ethan ☼ GN!

ethan's a pussy whipped perv ☁︎ fem!

mean!ethan likes edging you ☽ fem!

ethan's a munch ☽ fem!

you take ethan's virginity, satisfied to hear his whimpers ☽ GN!

ethan cries during sex, you love it ☽ GN!

mean!ethan has a corruption kink ⛈ ☽ fem!

ethan hates you so much that he loves you ⛈ GN!

ethan gives into your teasing sexts ☽ GN!

you and ethan are both subs, that'll work ☽ GN!

ethan eats you out while you game for him ☽ fem!

you teach ethan how to finger you ☽ fem!

ethan cums in your underwear before class ☽ fem!

your student, ethan, is a bit of a creep ☽⛈ fem!

you're tired, mindy accuses you of being gf, ethan denies ☼ GN!

you're kinkier than ethan expects, he is too dense to notice ☁︎

about ethan's porn twitter account ☁︎

about rafe cameron and ethan tag teaming you ☁︎ GN!

"my lipstick's smudged" with ethan ☼ GN!

ethan helps you, and watches bluey, during your period GN!

you tell ethan about your CNC kink ☁︎ ⛈ GN!

ethan's obsessed with your tits ☁︎ GN!

NSFW! alphabet w/ ethan ☁︎⛈ fem!

you have to take care of a "baby" with ethan GN!

you catch ethan jerking off with your panties ☽ GN!

ethan helps you fall asleep w/ oral ☽ fem!

before ethan can be gf with you, he has to lose his virginity ☽ fem!

protective softdom!ethan and bimbo!reader ☼ fem!

bimbo!reader finds ethan's gf mask ☁︎ ethan tutoring bimbo!reader

ethan's taller than you and likes to remind you constantly ☼ GN!

ethan can't keep his hands off of you in public ☽ fem!

ethan thinks you're so pretty when you're overstimulated ☽ fem!

professor landry has a thing for one of his students ☁︎ GN!

ethan is superrrr clingy GN!

more about clingy ethan ☼ even more abt clingy ethan ☼

st post demogorgan scene but with ethan fem! ☼

going against rules, you and camp counselor!ethan fuck ☽

headcannons for camp counselor!ethan ☁︎

ethan is so boyfriend you take to prom GN! ☼

studying with ethan ... but not much studying GN!

ethan helps you with panic attacks GN! ☼

ethan in different romcoms GN! ☼

weirdly enough, your boyfriend says he'll kill for you ? GN! ⛈

ethan makes you clean his knife GN! ⛈

perv!ethan fem!⛈

ethan relates to 'she' by tyler, the creator fem! ⛈

dating quinn but her brother has a thing for you fem! ☁︎

ethan mocks your moans when you're overstimulated fem! ☽

teasing ethan for the hell of it GN! ☁︎

mean!ethan gives head for his own pleasure fem! ☽

being the youngest meeks-martin and fooling around with ethan GN! ☼

being ghostface, and crazy, with ethan GN! ☁︎ ⛈

'kill bill' from your pov towards ethan GN! ☁︎ ⛈

ethan is too shy to ask for sex GN! ☁︎

ethan walks you home fem! ☽

about ethan's attitude GN! ☽

stepbro!ethan masterlist ⛈

#updated: june 02 2024.#ethan landry masterlist #ethan landry x reader #ethansworld!#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #–𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒

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veelaa · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I have an idea for a fic! Ethan is y/n’s brothers bestfriend and one day y/n accidentally sends her nudes to Ethan? You can carry it on from there <3

OOPS! — ETHAN LANDRY📸

SUMMARY: ethan landry is your brother’s bestfriend. you guys exchanged numbers just for the sake of looking after each other and for safety, because you trusted him. but one day.. you accidentally exchange messages with the wrong person.

GENRE: smut

warnings: exchange of nudes, dirty talk

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you were lowkey a bit of a hoe and you never really turned down anyone when they asked for nudes.

you enjoyed sending pictures actually. you loved pleasuring people over the phone with your perky tits and butt. you loved it, you loved it all.

you had many people that you needed to send nudes to. but your dms were mixed up with the people you don’t send your nudes too.

you thought that ethan was another one of your costumers so you decided to pose for a few pictures, sending them all to ethan.

ethan.landryy: hey y/n.. what the hell? is that u?

your eyes widened when you saw the text message appear. have you sent the wrong person nudes?

y/n: no? wdym?

you tried to act clueless. your heart was pounding so fast. you knew that ethan would report this to your brother in no time.

ethan.landryy: no it is you. are you naked? wtf??

you wanted to end it right there and then. you made the wrong decision. it was either you killed yourself or your brother killed you.

y/n: pls don’t tell my brother plsssss..

you begged desperately. you knew that ethan was a closed off person and sending nudes was such a bad idea.

ethan.landryy: i won’t. but can i ask you a favor?

you would do anything at this point to not get caught or ratted out.

y/n: of course.

ethan.landryy: i wanna see you by tomorrow. you already know why.

you didn’t know why. there wasn’t anything serious between you two so there wasn’t any good reason to meet up at a random time.

ethan.landryy: you never rlly know how much i want you. but i wanna show you.

your eyes widened. he wanted you? you really wanted him for some reason but you never had time to fully think it through.

y/n: really?

was all that you could say. you felt dumbfounded.

ethan then sent a photo of his hard red throbbing cock, standing up proud and tall. your pussy as throbbing at the sight of it.

ethan.landryy: can we exchange nudes too?

your eyes lit up. you needed this. you really do.

y/n: yes. and wdym by tomorrow?

ethan.landryy: you know why.

y/n: what???

he left you on seen after, leaving you alone with many thoughts and feelings.

(i was sooo lazy but i tried. school is draining me but should i make a pt.2 for this?

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baocean · 2 years ago

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BRAIDS - ETHAN LANDRY

Summary: it’s hot out, you had the great idea to braid your best friends hair out of his face

Pairing: bestfriend! Ethan x reader

Warnings: p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, swearing

It was summer break from college, you were back at your home upstate.

With you, your friend Ethan. He was your best friend really, you had spent pretty much any free time the two of you had together.

It didn’t take a genius to see how much you two liked each other, but apparently neither of you could catch on.

Your friends spent all year trying to set you up, but the two of you wouldn’t budge. You were convinced he didn’t like you like that, Ethan told his friends you saw him as a friend.

It was so hot outside, the windows to your room opened all the way, letting any bit of breeze in.

You two had just come from sunbathing outside.

Ethan sat next to you on your bed, navy swim shorts and nothing else. A big t-shirt hid your body from the boy next to you, the one you blushed for whenever he looked at your for a beat longer than the rest of your friends.

He was on his phone, pushing his long curls out of his face every few minutes, you noticed.

The book you had in your hand was set aside as you turned to him.

“Let me braid your hair out of the way.” You offered. He looked up at you, eyebrows raised.

“Why?”

“You keep pushing them out of the way, is all.” You shrugged, trying as hard as possible to seem nonchalant.

He looked all over your face, finally saying yes after what felt all too long. You smiled.

Getting onto your knees, your fingers moved to braid his hair. It was hard to with the way you were positioned, barely being able to reach the other side of his head. Ethan saw how you were struggling.

“I can’t-I can’t get it.” You huffed.

Your hands were still in his hair when, in a swift movement, Ethan pulled you into his lap.

You gasped, with no hesitation Ethan had just pulled you onto his lap and now the only thing separating you two was a few pieces of fabric.

The second of friction between your legs sent chills straight to your spine.

“Better?” Ethan asked, the corners of his lips tipping upwards. His hands were still around your waist, his right hand kneading your shirt in his fist.

Your brain turned off right then and there. You were pretty sure nothing would come out if you tried to speak. So, you just hummed a response.

You kept braiding, trying to ignore Ethan’s hand slowly falling from your waist to your thigh, then back up past your butt.

It was even harder to concentrate when Ethan shifted his hips, giving you another electric taste of friction.

Your eyes closed, heading falling forward just slightly.

“You okay, y/n?” Ethan’s voice was just above a whisper. You couldn’t tell if it was his voice or the heat that was making you feel so overwhelmed.

“Yea, almost finished.” You barely got out, begging yourself not to roll your hips on his lap. Your breathing was heavy, on the brink of losing it.

You could feel him, he was hard. You tried your best to ignore it but it was the only thing your brain could even imagine thinking about right now.

“Am I really getting you all worked up by just sitting on my lap, baby? Wait till I actually touch you.” Ethan’s hand came down and sat firmly on your ass, watching as your shocked face fell on his.

He grabbed onto your hips again, grinding them against him. Your mouth fell open, eyes falling closed.

You moaned his name without even realizing it, but you were thankful you did when he bucked his hips up into you.

It felt like you were on fire. Your hands were still in his hair, the braids falling out with his motion.

“Want me to kiss you, pretty girl?” Ethan asked you, giving you a sweet smile. You couldn’t even think, just a nod and a smile.

He brought you close, pecking your lips once before devouring you. His lips were all over you, all while he was still moving your perfect hips in a perfect rhythm against his perfect lap. It was all so perfect.

You were prepared to cum right there, still fully clothed, just dry humping. You hadn’t gotten with anyone in so long due to your crush on the boy under you right now.

When he pulled your shirt over your head, he looked up at you with those pretty chocolate eyes and you melted.

Unclipping the back of your swimsuit top, he watched it fall from your body. You felt his dick twitch.

“You’re so pretty, baby. J’wanna look at you forever.”

His lips closed around your nipple, his fingers delicately flicking and teasing the other. You moaned out, rolling your hips on his again.

“Please, E. Please.” His laugh sent vibrations straight to your center. He pulled back and gave you another kiss on your lips.

“What d’you want? Tell me.” He taughted you. You had dealt with a sassy Ethan before, it was his biggest personality trait. But when your tits were in his mouth and his dick was rubbing against your clit, it turned you on rather than annoyed you.

“Please, I want you to fuck me. Want it so bad, Eth.” You begged. Literally begged. Your head fell back as your delicate fingers played with his curls on the back of his head.

“All you had to do was ask, angel.” He grinned, kissing you again. “Been wanting this forever.”

Your swimsuit bottom was soaked, creating a dark patch on Ethan’s swim trunks.

He pulled the dark blue bikini bottom to the side, sliding his middle finger through your folds and circling your clit. Your whole body reacted, twitching as he played with that little bundle of nerves.

You gasped when his finger slid into you, moaning and wiggling on top of him. He pumped in and out of you so deliciously.

You watched him, while he watched himself finger you. His chest heaved.

When he added a second finger, it was over for you. The rubber band snapped and you came right on top of him. You watched your cum slowly drip down onto his fingers. He pulled his long digits out of you, slowly bringing them to his mouth and sucking them.

Ethan smiled up at you, giving you another kiss as he slid his shorts down. You lifted your hips up, almost in a trance.

“You want to?” He asked you, pushing your hair out of your face with his free hand. It was sweet and gentle, just like Ethan.

You nodded, kissing his lips and watching as he positioned himself. He slid into you so slow you thought you were going to die.

He was so big, filling you up and bottoming out. He let out a small moan. You kept that sound and locked it up in your brain for a later date.

When he finally started moving his hips back and forth, you swore you saw heaven.

Your hands left his hair and wrapped around his big shoulders.

He looked so pretty like this. Just a tiny bit sweaty, completely concentrated on you.

“Oh my god, Eth. Feels so good.” Your voice was interrupted with each trust.

“God you feel so good. Like you were meant for me. Meant for my dick.” His hand came up to your cheek, planting yet another kiss onto your lips.

His hand left your cheek and came down to circle your clit and you cried out.

“E, I’m gonna cum.” Your head came down to lean on his shoulder, his pace not slowing.

“Me too, love. Go ahead.” His words came out in a whisper as he ghosted your lips.

You came for the second time, nearly screaming as you clenched around him.

Ethan’s cum shot into you, blowing your mind to pieces and forcing your eyes to roll back into your head.

His moans and whimpers were almost enough to make you come for the third time.

When he slowed down, he went back to kissing you, but still hadn’t pulled out yet.

You wrapped your arms around his body, molding together perfectly.

“Don’t get close I’m sweaty.” Ethan pulled away from you as he laughed.

The realization of what just happened sank in, you were more proud than ashamed or scared.

You just had sex with your best friend.

“I have just the thing.” You pulled him up, grabbing onto his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

#ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry smut #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader

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annefolklore · 2 years ago

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Best friend with benefits!Ethan Landry

Warning: Ethan having an oral fixation, Ethan being a munch, Ethan being pussydrunk, reader has female anatomy, porn with small plot, kinks

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who understand you to a certain level

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who always walk you to your classes

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who notice every little thing about you

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who often catch himself looking at you

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry whose gaze is fixed in your lips when you talk to him

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who imagine both of you doing things together

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who doesn’t realise you felt the same and cannot take the hints

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who doesn’t understand his feelings. Why does he wants to fuck his best friend?

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who was happy when you suggested to become friends with benefits

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who fingers you as he’s watching TV and ignore your pleading about letting you cum.

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who loves edging/orgasm denial

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who also loves overstimulation

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who has an oral fixation

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who eat you out at every chance he gets. Talking to the phone? One of you leg is hooked on his shoulder as he sucks on your clit. Studying/stressing about econ? He’s your personal stress reliever. Having problems to fall asleep ? He’s already in between your legs. At school? He’ll pull you somewhere just to have a taste, but you know damn well it’s not just a taste and he always ends up pussydrunk with your legs shaking around his head and cum-mixed-with-spit drooling to the floor

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry and you who have a morning routine of doing a 69 every morning because is there any better way to start the day than pleasuring each other at the same time? The number of times, y’all were late somewhere because you both lost track of time as you were edging each other and now having to hurry up…but ends up only overstimulating each other’s genitals :(

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who loves being buried deep in your pussy. You cockwarming him anytime of the day and being careful not to be caught is so exciting to him!

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who helps you take all of his large cock down your throat by pushing your head down until your nose touch his lower abdomen.

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who whimpers as he violently fucks your throat and hearing the obscene sounds that fills up the room

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who cannot get enough of you and you cannot get enough of him

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who loves that y’all fuck every day without getting tired

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who is happy to have someone with the same high sexdrive as him

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who chuckles by seeing the way your pussy throb and pulse only by taking off your panties

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who nearly cried when you said he couldn’t eat you out because you were too overstimulated from the previous round

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who often pull his fingers out of you to suck on them and taste you on them, since he couldn’t suck on your pretty cunt instead

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who moans only by sucking your tits

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who edges himself as he jerk off while thinking about you in the most impossible positions

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who fucks at incredible speed

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who has multiple photos and videos of you guys going at it

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who push your head down on him when he drives and keep you there until he cums at least 3 times

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry whose car have tinted windows

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who have both a praising kink and degrading kink

“Yeah just like that, suck my cock”

“You’re such a good girl”

“You couldn’t wait until we got home before fucking me? Didn’t know you were such a whore Ethan”

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who calls you mommy when you dominate him

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who also loves hearing you calling him daddy

“Oh daddy I love your cock so much” you cry out loud as he pounds your cunt like there’s no tomorrow

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who loves it more when you initiate sex and shows him how needy you are

“I need you so bad” you nearly cry as you grind yourself against him and he smile

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry asking you to bend over when you’re in lingerie and spreading your pussy lips to fuck you with his tongue

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who doesn’t understand why his other friends don’t love (more like obsessed) oral as much as him and you

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who passed out once as you were riding his cock and it was his eighth orgasm in an hour

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who came to your appartement once with a box full of toys

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who makes you wear vibrating panties and turn them on when you’re talking to someone or when you’re in public

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who starts to feel more than lust and friendship over you

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who accidentally screamed “I love you” as he came in your pussy for the fifth time today

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry and you who took the habit of saying how much you love each other when having sex, but it was only because of the adrenaline and heat of the moment…right?….

“I love you so much baby! I love you and your perfect pussy!” He cries as you ride him and his eyes are close with tears falling out of them. His hands were on your hips to guide you “I love you too Ethan! I love you so much it hurts” you say back while going up and down on his dick, milking him dry

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry and you who tried nearly every position in the kamasutra and try to create your own

“Put your other leg on my shoulder too” he instructed you. “Ethan it’s impossible” you laugh as you try

Nah cuz now, you guys have done sexual things literally everywhere. You’ve done it in every room in your appartement and his, at school, the cinema, in a dark street hallway, in the car, at the library, at the mall in a fitting room, the restaurant, a hotel…you name it 😭👆🏾

You teasing him by flashing him with your tits or panties

When y’all have an argument, it always ends up with make up/angry sex

Bestfriend!Ethan Landry who takes care of you because best friends are supposed to care for each other and help them no matter what right? From helping with homework to helping you cum, he doesn’t mind one bit

———

…Sorry guys I was horny 🧍🏾‍♀️

Anyways should I make this a series/fanfic?

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auras-moonstone · 11 months ago

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Hii! Could you please write an ethan fic based off the ybwm music video but y/n and ethan are childhood bestfriends and but doesnt notice her until prom? ALSO IM LISTENING TO 1989 TV RN AND ITS SOOOO GOOD

been here all along — ethan landry

word count: 3,306

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n had been best friends since they were little, but y/n, unbeknownst to ethan, has always been i love with him. it isn’t until prom night that he finds out.

warnings: none!

Y/N WAS STUDYING ON HER DESK WHEN SHE SAW HER BEST FRIEND’S SILHOUETTE THROUGH HER WINDOW. Ethan threw himself to the bed, lying on his back as he tiredly rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone to his ear. He felt eyes on him, so he turned around and saw the girl staring at him with a worried expression. He smiled instantly and, after hanging up the phone, he went to grab a small board and a marker.

hey, creep, he showed her the careless handwriting with a smirk.

Y/N stuck her tongue out before grabbing her own board. you okay?

i’m fine, he replied with a shrug and a forced smile.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, i know you better than that.

His shoulders slumped, can i hang out with you for a while?

always. back door is open!

Less than five minutes later Ethan entered her room and plopped down on her bed, resting his head on his hand. Y/N noticed his eyes were a bit red and had dark bags under them, and yet he continued to be he most gorgeous human she had laid her eyes on.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, resisting the need to run her fingers through his wet brown hair.

“Coach killed us at practice today. My whole body hurts.” he mumbled.

“And…” she urged him to go on, knowing that was not it.

Ethan sighed. “I hate that you know me so well.” he groaned. “I fought with Mila.”

“Again.” she added, trying to hide her bitterness.

Mila and him had been dating for a couple of months, and she had managed to turn the ray of sunshine that Ethan used to be into a person who was always tired and in a gloomy mood. She had completely brought him down.

People at school loved the couple. And, on the outside, they seemed perfect. Ethan was the captain of the hockey team and the most good-looking boy at school, and Mila was the cheer captain and most good-looking girl at school—perfect pairing, right? On paper, yes.

But Y/N had the disgrace of witnessing most of their fights and the toxicity that filled the air whenever they were together. At the beginning, they had a normal relationship but eventually, the attention got the best of Mila and she turned into a controlling, jealous girlfriend who was also obsessed with painting the perfect image.

“Yeah… this time it was about prom.” he scoffed.

“What about it?”

“She came to practice and said we had to go buy her dress and my suit. Then she wants me to take fucking dancing classes because everything needs to be perfect and I can’t mess it up with my dance moves.”

“She’s going to have to buy tons of oil bottles for that. The Tin Man from Wizards of Oz can move better than you.”

Ethan laughed and threw her a pillow. “You’re such an asshole.”

Y/N smiled like the Cheshire cat. Ethan had no idea that his smile could practically light up the whole town, and it made her furious that Mila managed to take that away. Ever since they started dating, Ethan very rarely smiled around others.

“Anyways, the thing is I refused to do that. You know how tired I am after practice, and she got pissed and wouldn’t let me leave. I ended up holding back hockey practice and coach was furious.” he explained. “Then, after practice, she called and silly me thought—nice, she is going to apologize, but no. She wanted to see if I’d changed my mind. And that made me mad, so we started fighting about her interrupting practice and how furious she would be if I were to find her during cheer practice. Then she started yelling and I just hung up because my head fucking hurts.”

Y/N watched with sad eyes. What was he doing with a girl like that? She clearly didn’t care about him. “I’m sorry about your psycho of a girlfriend. You deserve better” she said, and he gave her a small smile. “There’s Tylenol on my drawer and the bottle is filled with water.”

“Thanks. You’re the best, did you know that? Being with you is lately the only thing that makes me feel at peace.”

“I love you, Eth, and I’ll always be here.”

The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly. “I love you, too.” he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Can I stay over?”

“Of course.”

Ethan fell asleep quickly, contrary to Y/N, whose thoughts kept her brain working like crazy. Ethan’s sweet words about her making him feel at peace should be heartwarming, but instead it made her heart hurt. Why couldn’t he see her the way she saw him? The way he saw Mila. Why couldn’t Ethan see that she was dying to be in Mila’s place and that he deserved so much better than her?

Ethan deserved to be with someone who treated him like he hung the moon, and instead he was settling for someone who overwhelmed him and brought him down, someone who cared more about what other people said than about his feelings and happiness. It made Y/N both sad and angry, and she prayed he would wake up and see he was worth more.

ETHAN ENTERED HIS ROOM AND DRAGGED HIS FEET TOWARDS HIS BED. He wanted to take a long nap and disconnect from the world, ignoring all the things that were overwhelming him lately. He wanted those feelings to be gone, he needed a good sleep and a good cry. And as if God had heard his prayers, the problems evaporated once his eyes caught sight of his best friend dancing around her room without a care in the world. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile, waiting for her to notice.

The girl stopped as soon as she felt eyes on her. Frowning, she quickly scribbled something on her blackboard.

i don’t do shows for free, quit looking

Laughing, he wrote back, what kind of shows do you do? i’m interested.

Y/N pretended to throw up and replied, i’m calling 911 pervert. And as he shook his head, she quickly wrote something else. you look stressed. wanna talk about it?

And as every afternoon, Ethan ended up sprawled on his best friend’s bed with her lying beside him. “First of all, I broke up with Mila.” he started, and Y/N’s heart stopped.

She tried her best not to smile at that, and managed to mutter “I’m sorry about that.”

Ethan shrugged, “It’s fine. We both know we weren’t really invested in that relationship. I’m stressed because she was furious, screaming something about ruining her chances of being prom queen and disappointing the school by our break-up.”

“And you feel bad about it.” Y/N stated, knowing him like the back of her hand.

“A little bit. I mean, I don’t get it, but prom is important to her for some reason. And now she needs to find another date.”

“That won’t be a problem, though. She’s literally the most gorgeous girl in school.”

“She’s not the most gorgeous girl in school.” he said, but quickly shook his head and moved on. “But it’s us who they want. Ethan and Mila, not Mila and some other guy.”

“Well, if it makes you feel so bad, you should go with her.” Y/N said out loud as her inner voice called her stupid in different languages.

Ethan frowned. “I don’t want to get back with her. And I thought you hated her.”

“I don’t hate her.” she argued.

“I heard you said you’d like her to recreate Regina George’s bus scene.” Ethan said, trying not to laugh at the guilty face she made.

“Look, everyone has intrusive thoughts.” she defended herself and Ethan bursted out laughing. “I’m not proud of it. But, moving on, I’m not telling you to get back with her, but just be her date to prom and then go your separate ways. We’re leaving for college soon, anyways.”

“I suppose you’re right.” he nodded. “That’s another reason why I’m stressed, college.”

“What about it?”

“I’m scared.” he confessed

“Why? Eth, you’re an stellar player. Lots of colleges already told you they’re interested.”

“I’m not scared of not getting into any college. I’m scared that we won’t end up in the same one.” he explained. And his eyes got glossy by just thinking about Y/N not being part of his every day life.

They had known each other since forever. They grew up together and it was in his plans to continue to grow alongside her. She was his person, and he knew he was her person too. She was his other half, he wasn’t complete without her. He rolled his eyes everytime he heard someone say that ‘we are our own person and it was wrong to believe someone complemented you’. He thought that was bullshit. Him and Y/N complemented each other and their lives wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t have each other. A part of them would be missing.

“I’m positive we will both end up on the same college. But even if that doesn’t happen, there’s absolutely no way that will be the end of our friendship, Eth. Come on, you really think our bond is not strong enough to handle a little distance?”

“You’re right.” he said, wiping his tears with the heel of his palm. “It still would suck not to have you there to annoy me every minute of the day.”

“Fuck you, Ethan.” she pinched his side, making him squirm. “And bold of you to assume I wouldn’t call you and text every one second.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.” he hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“Love you, too.” she whispered. She wanted to kiss him so badly she had to hide her face on his chest to die down the temptation.

“Hey, I never asked you. Who are you going to prom with?”

“With no one.”

Ethan frowned. “I can’t have that. We are going together.”

Her heart started beating faster. “You’re going with Mila.”

“I haven’t told her we can still go together. And I’m not going to, we are going together.”

“No.” she shook her head. The inner voices screaming at her again. “It’s important to her. I really couldn’t care less about prom. Don’t worry about it.”

“All of your friends have dates, Y/N/N. I know you don’t care about prom, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a good time.” Ethan said, and she shrugged. “I don’t understand, though. I heard, unfortunately, the guys talking in the locker room. A lot of them were planning to ask you.”

“And they did, I just said I was going alone.”

“But why?”

Because I don’t want anyone but you, and I just turned your offer down. “I just don’t want to. Really, don’t worry about me. I don’t like parties anyway, so I won’t stay long. You will have to dance with me at least once, though.”

“Obviously.” he replied softly as he run his fingers through her soft hair until he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Y/N laid wide awake, picturing that moment. Him, looking like a daydream in a suit, with his big hands around her body and her head on his hard chest, listening to the beat of his heart, which clearly won’t be beating as fast as hers. Yes, she didn’t know how she was going to survive that.

ETHAN STOOD NEXT TO MILA AS THEY TALKED WITH THEIR FRIENDS. Well, Mila did the talking and he was just standing there, looking anxiously at the entrance door, waiting for his best friend to arrive. Ethan had offered to drive her, but she instantly turned him down because there’s no way she was going to share the confined space with Mila.

“Your break-up lasted less than I expected.” one of Mila’s friend said.

Sensing Mila’s intention of not denying the statement, Ethan spoke first. “We aren’t together, we came as friends.”

“We’re always breaking up and making up, we both know you’ll take me back in no time.” Mila laughed.

“Mila.” he sighed. “We talked about this. I told you that we can still be each other’s date, but as long as it was clear that we are over for real. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Wow.” Zach, Ethan’s friend, said. His eyes were wide and his jaw was practically on the floor. And following his gaze, he found out the reason behind his reaction.

Ethan’s body stiffened and felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Y/N walked through the gym, making her way towards her friends. No one, expect for his group, was paying attention to her. Why was no one paying attention to her?

She looked absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking would be most accurate word, because she took Ethan’s ability to breath as soon as his eyes landed on her figure. She was wearing a long, satin green dress. Her hair was up in a tidy bun, making her look elegant. Fuck, he couldn’t get his eyes off her, nor did he want to.

“Green is not her color.” Mila said between gritted teeth.

Ethan frowned, but his brown eyes were still glued to the girl across the room. “Every color is her color.”

“I’m going to ask her to dance with me.” Zach said confidently.

“Dude, get a hint. She told you she didn’t want to come with you.” another of Ethan’s friend said.

With that, Ethan finally looked away and instead glared at his friend. “You asked her?”

“Well, yeah. Can you blame me?” No, he couldn’t. But still, for some reason, it bothered him. “I can’t believe she said no.”

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious she was going to reject every offer. Well, anyone but one.” Mila said, and the boys’ curious glances landed on her. “What?”

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked.

Mila rolled her eyes. “Really? Literally everyone figured it out”

“Figure out what?” Ethan asked impatiently.

“She’s been in love with the same person for years.”

Ethan’s fists clenched and he felt like his whole body was on fire. “No way, she would’ve told me. We tell each other everything.”

Mila laughed. “It’s you, dumbass. She’s always been in love with you.”

Ethan froze and shook his head. “No. I would’ve- she should’ve… No.”

“Yes, Ethan. Ask anyone. I swear boys are so oblivious” she rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious she didn’t tell you because she knew you’d reject her. I mean, she is out of your league and you’ve never given her any signs that you might feel the same.”

Well, in that she’s right. But only because he had never let his mind wonder about being more because he didn’t want to ruin anything. Besides, he hadn’t seen her signs either and he also started dating Mila. But now… he could see them together. Now he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t thought about it before. After all, Y/N had always been his person—the one that understood him unlike anyone else, the one that made him laugh harder than anyone else, the one he always wanted to have by his side, the one who he belong with.

“She’s not out of my league.” he said, glaring at Mila. “I’m the one out of her league, hell, I don’t think anyone is really deserving of her! You know, she was the one that suggested I still should bring you here, because it was important to you. I asked her to be my date, and she said no. Even though she probably wanted to say yes. She’s that amazing, and I never saw her. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Before anyone could say anything, Ethan let his feet guide him towards her. Y/N saw his silhouette making his way to her and her mouth broke into a smile. He did look like a daydream and the smile she loved was present on his face, shinier than ever.

"Hi, Eth." she stood up to hug him.

How could he have been so blind to notice it? The way her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her shy smile and the sparks in her eyes. Y/N was in love with him. "Hi. You look... like a daydream."

That made her blush even more. "Thank you. You look very handsome." Ethan smiled like a little kid, which made Y/N laugh. "What is going on? You're acting odd."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, you're looking different."

"Is that bad?" Ethan frowned.

"No, it's a good different. You look happy. But what is happening?" she laughed with uncertainty. Ethan shook his head, trying to wipe the smile off his face. "Come on, you're making me nervous."

my love was as cruel as the cities i lived in

"First we have to dance to your favorite song." Ethan said, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the dance floor.

Just like she had it pictured it in her mind, her best friend's arms were wrapped around her waist, her hands resting on his broad shoulders and her head lying on his chest. But, contrary to what she had thought, his heart was beating inexplicably fast.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"I love you, Y/N" Ethan whispered in her ear. He felt her shoulders tense and she slowly raised her head to look at him.

It wasn't like any other previous I love you's, there was something about the way he said it—so softly and vulnerable—that gave her the hope that there was another meaning, that it was another type of i love you.

"Ethan..."

been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

"I do. I really do love you. I am in love with you, and I'm really sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

"For not realizing it earlier. For not seeing how you really felt."

Y/N widened her eyes. He knew. "Ethan... don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're confused. You don't love me like that, I don't want your sympathy. You just think you love me because you don't want to reject me." she said. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I promise you that our friendship won't change. I've always known it wasn't reciprocated, and I've come in terms with it."

Ethan just smiled. "Are you done overthinking? Because you have two options—you can keep on trying to convince yourself I don't love you and that my heart hasn't been skipping since you walked into this room," he put her hand on his heart. "or you can accept the truth—that I love you and I want you more than anything in the world—and let me kiss you while your song is still playing." he tilted his head down, nose brushing hers. "What is it, Y/N? One or two?"

"Two" she whispered.

He smirked "Good girl."

The kiss stopped time. When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other completely awestruck. Taylor Swift wasn't playing anymore, and they truly didn't have a clue how much time they had spent tasting each other. What they did know is that nothing had ever felt more right.

"Okay, enough show. Let's get out of here, I want you all to myself." he said pressing kisses to her neck.

"I want ice cream first, then we can make out."

"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets." with one last kiss, they walked out of the room hand in hand. “By the way, I have always thought you were the most gorgeous girl in school.”

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 9 months ago

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Hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do an Ethan Landry x Reader smut, where they’re bestfriends and they get high and Ethan takes Readers V card?

Hellooooo! I wrote this a lot fluffier than my normal stuff, lol. I hope you like it! :)

Tongue Tied - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You get extra touchy with Ethan whenever you get high, but he finally says something about it and it leads to other things.

*There is drug usage in this, specifically marijuana. Those of us that are familiar with it and have a good reaction, know that you're capable of consent in most cases*

A/N: I wanted to write something like this forever ago, and it finally got requested :)

One of the ways you liked to unwind with Ethan was to get high. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, the two of you laughed at everything. It was nice to have that escape for a few hours, just enjoying your time with each other.

There was one time you both ate a weed gummies around the rest of your friends, and they had no idea. Chad’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ethan pull you into his lap to show you a funny meme on his phone, before looking over to Tara, “Is there something going on with them?”

She shrugged her shoulders, just as confused as Chad was.

There’s always been subtle flirting between the two of you, but it was way less subtle when you were high. He’s been your best friend since you met him in freshman year. He was there to help you pick the pieces back up after some loser broke your heart, and you’ve been close ever since. Around that time was when you first started to try edibles, and Ethan didn’t want you to try them alone. Plus, the boy was hopelessly in love with you, and loved that it helped him gain some confidence. He craved the affection he'd get from you, even though it was just simple touches.

“Ethannn,” you whined as you sat on his living room floor. He walked back from the kitchen with a family-sized bag of Cheetos, his eyes glazed over.

“Whaaaat?” he responded, taking a seat beside you.

You snuggled up to him as you leaned against the couch, his arm wrapping around you.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to come back. I missed you,” you said, your hand tracing along his stomach.

His thoughts were deeper than they usually were when he was high. His mind couldn’t stop racing as he felt your hand on him.

“Why are you only like this with me when we’re stoned?” he asked, sadness in his tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked, pulling away so you could look at him.

“I get that you’re my best friend and I probably shouldn’t feel this way…but I like it when you cuddle up to me,” he sighed, “I just wish it could happen when we aren’t high.”

“Aww, Ethan. I didn’t know you felt that way,” you said, smiling at him. “I guess I just get less nervous to be like this with you. I’d like for it to happen when we’re sober.”

He smiled as he looked at you. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him.

It was a simple kiss at first, that led to you straddling him as his back rested against the couch. Your hands were in his hair, while his hands were on your hips. You started to grind against him when he stopped you.

“We need to stop, you’re making me hard,” he said, his breathing heavy from the intensity of the kiss.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” you asked, a playful smirk on your lips.

“We’re high, babe. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he said, as his hands rubbed your hips.

His eyes were needy but sympathetic. He felt awful rejecting you when he wanted this so badly.

“You do know that I’m not blitzed out of my mind right now, right? I’m not too high to consent to this,” you said, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”

You started to move off his lap, but his hands held your hips in place. “No, I want to.”

Your mouth reconnected with his, as your hips started to grind against him again. Gasps were slipping past hips lips against yours as you started to get wet.

“We really need to stop, unless your goal is to make me cum in my pants,” he said, as you giggled at his words.

“You want to go to your room?” you asked, kissing him again.

“Yes,” he said, as you started to crawl off his lap.

He held your hand as he led you to his room, and you felt like you should be nervous, but you weren’t. You knew that Ethan would take care of you, and the effects of the THC made you relax, anyway.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay with this?” Ethan asked, as he kissed your neck.

“Yes, I want to do this,” you whimpered, as he started to suck on your sweet spot.

“Okay, but you have to promise me that you’ll stop me if you get uncomfortable with anything,” he whispered as he backed you up towards his bed.

“I promise,” you giggled out, as you landed on the comforter.

He hovered over you, smiling as he looked at your face. You looked so content and happy with what was about to happen, and he was grateful that you wanted to experience your first time with him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, before he kissed you.

His hands started to slowly roam, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Once his hand started to feel you up over your shirt, you were moaning out at the feeling. You pushed him away to pull your shirt over your head, then reconnected your lips with his.

“Someone’s eager,” he laughed, as his hands roamed the newly exposed skin.

“I need you,” you whimpered, as he got harder than he thought was even possible.

“This is your first time, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing down your neck, noticing the love bite he left a few minutes prior. “Can I take your bra off of you?”

You nodded your head, as he pulled up to look at your face. “I need you to use your words, okay?”

“Yes, please take it off of me,” you said, desperation in your tone.

He reached behind you as you lifted enough for his hands to unhook it, gently sliding the straps down your arms. His eyes widened as he looked at your chest. You started to feel a little self-conscious as he gawked at you, so you started to cover yourself with your arms.

“No baby, you’re perfect. Don’t do that,” he said, pulling your arms away to place gently kisses down your chest.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, as his tongue flicked across one of your nipples. He repeated his action a few more times, before moving to the other side.

Your breathing got heavier as he trailed kisses over your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

“Can I take these off you?” he asked, his hand reaching for the button of your jeans.

“Please,” you said, as he started to smirk. He loved how badly you wanted this, because it’s how badly he’s wanted this since you first got close to him.

He unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, as you lifted your hips so he could slide them down over the curve of your ass. After he pulled them past your ankles, his hands started to caress your legs. They moved higher and higher, getting closer to where you needed him. He watched your face as his fingertips brushed against your inner thighs. Your breathing was heavy as he teased you a little.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I really need you,” you said, desperate for some attention on your throbbing core.

His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You okay,” he whispered, as his finger ran over your clothed clit.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “It feels good.”

He groaned as he felt your wetness start to soak through your panties. “Can I take these off, too?”

Your heart started to race at his words. “Yes.”

You weren’t nervous to do this with Ethan, you had no reason to be. You were a little worried about the pain, the concern evident on your face.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sliding your panties down your hips.

“I’m just scared that this is going to hurt,” you said, your eyes connecting with his.

“I’m going to make sure you’re prepped to take it, baby. And I’ll go really slow, as slow as you want. If you want to stop at any point, let me know. I won’t be upset,” he said, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” you said, as his fingers lazily laced with yours as he sat on his knees in between your legs.

“I want this to be special for you,” he smiled, “You mean so much to me.”

He kissed down your stomach, inching closer to your dripping pussy. His hands were still connected to yours as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, his tongue lapping against you.

He loved the way your hands gripped his as his mouth moved against you. He didn’t know his feelings could’ve gotten even stronger for you, but you trusting him as much as you did made his heart swell.

“Hey baby, I need this, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling one of his hands away from yours.

Your freehand went to his curls as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He slowly slid one finger into your entrance. You took it with ease, moaning at the feeling. He pumped it in and out of you for a few minutes before adding a second finger.

“You okay?” he asked, his head lifting to look at you as he worked his fingers inside of you.

You moaned out a “Yes”, pushing his head back down. He laughed as he dove back in, your whines getting louder.

“Ethannn,” you whimpered, “I feel weird.”

His eyes connected with your panicked ones, as his fingers went harder against that special spot inside you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” you moaned, your legs starting to shake.

He hummed against your clit as you cried out, your vision starting to get fuzzy as the new, amazing feeling washed over you. Your chest was heaving as his movements got a little slower, until they stopped completely.

“I know you’re a virgin…but is that the first orgasm you’ve ever had?” he asked, smiling at the blissful look on your face.

“Yes…I’ve tried to do it myself and never could,” you sighed, “I thought I was broken.”

“You’re not broken, you’re perfect.”

He snuggled up beside you on the bed, caressing everywhere that his hands could reach.

“I love you, Ethan,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he whispered, “I love you, too.”

“So, how about we finish what we started?” you said, as your hand ran down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

He hissed at the contact, and quickly started to take his pants off.

“Let me grab a condom,” he said, before rummaging through the drawer beside his bed.

You saw the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you. He slid his boxers down his hips and ran his fingers over your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, pulling his hand away from you to put the condom on.

He saw your cheeks turn pink at his words. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love it.”

He brushed his tip against your clit, the action making you squirm as he tried to line up with your entrance. “Quit wiggling,” he laughed, as he slid the tip in. “This might hurt a little, but I’m going to take it slow.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, as he slowly started to inch into you.

He stopped as soon as he saw your face wince at the pain. “Hey, it’s okay baby.”

He stayed still, letting you adjust to what was already inside of you. Your hips started to move a little as you relaxed. “Just a couple more inches, babe.”

He slid the rest of his hard cock inside of you with ease, but didn’t move. He wanted to know you were ready.

“Please fuck me,” you whined, the pressure of the fullness making your head spin.

“I’m not going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to make love to you,” he said, gasping as he started to move his hips. You had butterflies in your stomach as he leaned down to kiss you. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned your hands beside your head.

The slight pain you were feeling started to fade as he moved inside you. You were a moaning mess underneath him, loving the feeling. He let go of your hands, so he could support his weight with one of them, and the other could snake down your body to your throbbing clit.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, as you whimpered your response. Your hands ran over his arms and chest, as you started to get the same feeling from earlier.

His fingers moved faster against your clit when he felt you tighten around him. Your toes started to curl as your hips began to jolt.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you whined, your arms shaking as you tried to hold onto him.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pumping into you a few more times before his hips started to still.

You both stared at each other as you caught your breath. You could feel the love radiating off him, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“How was it?” he asked, slowly sliding out of you.

“That was amazing, thank you,” you said, your voice strained from all the moaning.

“No, thank you for trusting me.”

Your high started to wear off as he led you to the bathroom.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck as you walked in front of the mirror.

Your eyes grew wide as you saw the giant purple patch on your neck.

“Thank god for concealer,” you laughed, as he smiled against you.

“I love you baby,” he whispered, his hands rubbing your hips.

“I love you, too.”

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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yukinarinn · 9 months ago

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Childhood bestfriends to lovers Ethan Landry x Reader?? (W smut) 🙏

Feel Something - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

contains: smut, soft!dom!Ethan, sub!reader, p in v, a bit of angst (?), both of you losing virginity

A/N: Hi, I don’t know how good this is and I don’t know why is mostly angst (it’s in fact just a little, but still) I wanted this to be kinky asf but instead I kinda trauma dumped, lmao. I hope it’s still okay tho!

You and your friends were at Sam and Tara’s place, including Ethan who was always either behind you or right next to you. You didn’t mind since you knew each other since childhood and are the closest and form the closest bond. So it’s safe to say this friend group is still new to you both. University just started a few weeks ago and you have a hard time getting used to New York and every new thing.

“So, any ideas of what we should do?” Mindy said as she playfully pinched Sam’s arm while Anika gave her a weird look but ignored it.

“We were thinking of watching a movie tonight, perhaps?” Samantha suggested and all of the looks were fixated on you and Ethan now. They knew he doesn’t really like movie nights and that you just can’t stand still for 2 hours straight.

“Thing is..” you began to speak, taking this a bit personal since you think they’re just messing around or something. “I didn’t want to be here today, but Ethan asked me to come and I couldn’t say no.” you eye-sideying him as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah, me neither. Chad also invited me.” He cleared his throat as Chad just showed him the middle finger. Whispering a “What a bitch”.

It seems like these two get along very well, but in reality, it’s really not like that. They need to fake their friendship and how cool they are just because they’re roommates, which is bullshit. You could’ve been his roommate instead, but due to obvious reasons, it’s not allowed.

“Even so, we don’t have drinks nor popcorns or anything to eat.” Quinn remarked. “Shall one of us go to the supermarket, then.”

You stared at her confused, why going to a supermarket? it’s too far away right now and you don’t even know how long this will take. It’s supposed to be a movie night, not waiting for Chad or one of the girls to go buy shit.

“Supermarket? there’s literally the shop by the corner!” Ethan replied and you nodded, biting your lip as you look at him intensely while it seems like he isn’t aware of you doing it.

Quinn turned and came closer to him. “Listen here, bitch. You may be my brother but I’m doing you a favor right now, don’t be dumb and keep your mouth shut.” She replied back with a more arrogant tone.

Her look dropped on yours suddenly and you clear your throat. Her sister has always took the.. parental role for him since their mother is unknown even to this day. You couldn’t never really get along with her.

“And you too, y/n” Quinn smirked and turned to everyone. “We might not like the snacks one of us will buy, so why don’t we all just go and buy stuff individually?”

Oh, you get it now. It’s not that you would mind, but since when she knows about you having a thing for her brother? Either way, you thank her.

Everyone sighs and heads towards the door, finally. But not before Chad and Tara looked back at you, asking if you’re coming as well.

You shook your head and they raised their eyebrows, well, Tara. You could tell Chad had a slight smile printed on his face.

Once you heard the door closing and eventually locked from the outside. You both let out a loud sigh. You hated the living room so much for some reason, so you go upstairs towards Tara’s room with Ethan right behind you.

“Do they let you just walk around their house like that?” He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. It was perfect for a date. Her tastes are indeed cool.

“Do I look like I care? Come sit beside me, why so nervous?” you asked. But you were kinda nervous as well, you did everything together, everything but not being this close to each other ‘till now.

Ethan nodded and sits next to you, but doesn’t hold eye contact at all. The tension was already here. You didn’t know why it felt so weird being like this.. it’s not the first time you were alone with him, or with a guy in general.

A few seconds pass and you were still not saying or doing anything. You bite your lip and turned to him, but he already was going to break the ice before you did.

“Y/n, I know we don’t talk much about this but I do care about you and I wish you never let any guy hurt you.”

The random words coming from his mouth made your heart race. You never liked talking about this topic and preferred not to talk about other men in front of him. You bite the skin of your lips and look down, scared that he would notice how vulnerable you actually can become if you talk about past relationships.

“I technically came here to have fun.. you know..” You whisper, leaning towards him, smelling his cologne. “I don’t think we should talk about everything I’ve been through with other men.”

He smiled and rubbed your cheek with his long fingers, this is one of the few times he has touched you like this. He never dared to even touch you by accident, but when he did, he would apologise. But to you, there was nothing to apologise for.

“I think we should, now that we’re alone. Talk with your best friend, y/n.” Ethan looked you up and down, slightly biting his bottom lip. You didn’t know why he’s trying to bring this subject up but you felt like talking to someone about your love life. “Vent to me.”

You nodded and sighed. “So what do you wanna know? you already know all of my exes.” You felt ashamed of saying it out loud, ashamed of yourself that you dated so many. But Ethan just stared at you, letting you continue but there’s nothing to continue about.

“I know how you feel right now and trust me, you shouldn’t think of yourself like this. You dated all of them because you felt empty without someone to take care of you, worship you.” He says those words in such a deep and gentle tone. It makes your heart melt and you involuntarily put your head on his shoulder.

“You know me so well,” you whispered. “Do you want some dating advice? is this why you’re so invested in this conversation?”

“No.” He chuckled but went back to a serious tone which only made you feel bad for ‘ruining’ the mood that is supposed to be serious. “You know I’ve never dated anyone and that I would screw things up in my first relationship anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“You screwing up? look at me, I ruined my relationships because I couldn’t feel anything towards them. They left me with a bitter taste of what love truly is.” You start sobbing and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “Maybe I’m just unlovable and.. I can’t love someone, either.”

Ethan looked at you and put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your head up from his shoulder, making you look at him. Eyes filled with tears and your lips were puffy already. You gave in and now he knows how vulnerable you can be at times, another one who knows.

“Don’t cry, you’re not unlovable and you could love someone. You just have to meet the right guy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, massaging them while you’re trying to break the eye contact.

You were staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost, and you got more surprised as soon as he wiped your tears away with his index finger, his finger slowly moving down to your lips.

“You’re not broken if that’s what you think,” He got extremely closer to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Let yourself feel something with me.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened. But it didn’t take much longer for you to slowly close them and kiss him back with your hands around him. Pushing your lips more against his.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, squeezing it as he pushes you onto the bed on your back while lips still locked together and he crawled on top of you, biting your lower lip to make you open your mouth and enter his tongue in, desperately searching for yours.

You moan into the kiss as soon as you feel his tongue on yours and his fingers playing with the waistband of your lace underwear. The fact that it was so easy to him to touch your private parts because of you wearing only a tight red dress, was turning him on even more.

He didn’t want to tease you much though, so his fingers found their way to your already wet cunt, massaging your clit slowly through your panties. Making you break the kiss immediately.

“E-Ethan-“ you moaned his name, which only made him get harder and you wetter by how he was stimulating you.

Ethan continues to play with your clit while you involuntarily squeeze your legs, which makes him laugh and use his other hand to spread them again.

"It's obvious you haven't been touched in this area much," he says amusedly as you roll your eyes, unable to form coherent sentences.

He bites his lips and moves your panties to the side, pressing his finger against your now exposed clit. You start gripping the sheets.

"I-It's too much!" You tilt your head back, and Ethan takes advantage, pressing his mouth against your sensitive neck, lightly biting the spot.

"Really? But I haven't even penetrated you yet!" He smiles and licks the now reddened bite mark.

You didn't expect your best friend to take control and do with you everything no other boy has done before. You feel your body burning with pleasure and desire. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you love it.

He takes his finger away from your clit and you moan in frustration, almost wanting to beg him to give you more. He smiles innocently and takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles and abs. You blush slightly at what you’re seeing. Definitely not expecting this.

But your gaze immediately drops when Ethan pulls his belt down along with his pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He's hard as a rock, and you have no idea if it will fit. You gulp when his boxers vanish along with his clothes. You see it, and it's big.

"What's wrong, princess? You should know you have to beg if you want it that bad." he teases. "By the way, are there any condoms around here?"

"Y-Yes," you stammer. "On Tara's nightstand. Chad and she are insatiable." You start laughing together.

He opens a pack of condoms and slowly rolls one onto himself, while you undress in front of him and lie back. Eagerly waiting for him to be on top of you again.

"Please..." You spread your legs.

"Please, what?" he chuckles as he teases your wet pussy with his tip.

"Fuck me!" You beg, and he grins, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he enters slowly, groaning while you start to whimper in pain as you feel him stretching you out.

He didn’t move, he’s letting you adjust to his size. Even though it’s confusing because you’re crying and your legs are shaking. He’s about to pull out but you stopped him.

“Are you… a virgin?” He asks you, confused of your look and the way you’re breathing. You nod slightly.

“Just like you.” You replied, a slight shake could be found in your voice. He rolled his eyes, almost annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know you still were.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve made this more special to you, to both of us.” You groaned at the pet name and smiled, trying to forget the pain as if never existed.

“But this is special, Ethan. I’ve actually wanted you for so long.” You pulled him closer. “Move, I’m going to be fine.”

He nodded, still unsure of what to do and started thrusting it in and out of you, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and instinctively wrap your legs around him.

Ethan groans in your ear as he feels your hand running through his curly hair. You open your eyes wide when his finger quickly rubs your clit.

"Please, don't stop, keep going," you say, your eyes searching for his, and he whispers in your ear in a sensual manner.

"What a good girl," he praises, and your walls tighten around him, making him whimper and bite your neck without any gentleness. You put your hand over your mouth, tears of pleading in your eyes.

"Don't cover that pretty mouth of yours, let me hear you," he moves faster inside you. "I'm close," he whispers.

You moan loudly, struggling to respond. “Me too-" Ethan presses his lips on yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth which made you open your mouth, enough for him to slide his tongue in as he pounds in you faster. And with one final thrust, you cum all over his dick and he catches his own orgasm, releasing into the condom.

He slowly pulls out, sweat visibly on his forehead as he throws the used condom into the trash can next to Tara’s bed. You’ll make sure to throw it somewhere else before she sees it.

“That was amazing!” He tells you, laying on the bed visibly tired but proud that you’re finally his.

You turn to him and smile, searching for his hand. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something, but now I know.” you lean closer and peck his lips.

“Does it mean you’re giving me a chance?” He asked, you could see how the look on his face changed and how his eyes are basically sparkling.

You nodded. “Yes, but we have to put our clothes back on now, the bitches will get home soon.”

#scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #fem reader #smut #scream 6 #ghostface

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despairots · 2 years ago

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diet mountain dew, ethan landry.

ethan landry x gn! reader

summary: in which, you and ethan chill in your dorm with lana del rey playing in the background.

content warning: none unless you don’t know what swearing is then swearing.

genre: pre ghostface / no ghostface yet, fluff.

authors note: i saw multiple people do this with diet mountain dew x ethan so i tried it out :)

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

someone pulled your headphones off, scaring you making you turn around revealing one of your bestfriends, ethan. “the [name] [lastname] is listening to lana del rey?” ethan joked, giving back your headphones.

you scoffed and jokingly rolled your eyes, “her songs are a banger, what are you on?” he giggled and sat on your bean bag, “your dorm is so nice.” he complimented as you hummed, scrolling through a research.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan watched you intently, a adoring look in his eyes as he saw you lightly smile and your eyes brighten. a small sparkly danced in your eyes, he watched you switch taps, your fingers flying across the keyboards to type.

“i can feel you staring at me, right, eth?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, eyes snapping to anywhere else but you. you turning around in your spinning chair with a smile.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

“if you wanna listen you can. i could disconnect the headphones, if you want.” you offered as he looked at you with those eyes that would make anyone fall in love.

“really?” he perked up, “pft, yeah. i know you like lana.” you laughed and disconnected the headphones, putting the volume loud enough you guys could hear before you turned around again to focus on the thing you were working on.

baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

‘cause we gonna take a ride

i’m not gonna listen to what the past says

i’ve been waiting up all night

ethan grabbed at your chair, forcing you to turn around, “ethan, this assessments due tomorrow morning —“ he rolled his eyes and pulled you up, cutting you off.

“you can do that later. we never hung out before alone, just the two of us.” he said as you looked back at your laptop, him forcing you to look away from it with his on your cheek.

take another drag turn me to ashes

ready for another lie?

say he’s gonna teach me just what fast is

say it’s gonna be alright

“who knew the shy and dorky ethan could do that.” you joked with a small smile, “it’s because we’ve been friends since elementary.” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

the fact is, you two have been longer friends then with the friend group: tara, chad, mindy, anika, quinn and sam. “i know that.” you responded with a slight nudge to his shoulder, plopping onto your bed.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan followed behind, laying in your bed, the fairy lights around your room lighting it up. he saw the small portrait frame of him and you when the two of you were little.

“you still have it?” he took a grab at it, “um, yeah — give it here.” you tried to take it out of his hands, ethan lifting up it from your reach as you crawled on top of him, “ethan!”

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he took the photo out of the frame, flipping the photo behind with slight acknowledgment of it when he realized that you completely gave up and laid on his chest with a heavy sigh.

“aww, i’m sorry, [nickname].” he realized and placed a hand on your back, “fuck you.” he chuckled, hearing your voice muffle into his chest while he took a look behind the picture.

let’s take jesus off the dashboard

got enough on his mind

we both know just what we’re here for

saved too many times

his heart rate fastened, his eyes reading every word that was behind the picture written in small, neat, bold letters. you continued to lay there on his chest with face red and pupils dialled.

maybe i like this roller coaster

maybe it keeps me high

maybe the speed it brings me closer

i could sparkle up your eye

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever

do you think we’ll be in love?

“[name]…” he breathed out looking down at you, “ignore that, it was a long time ago, ethan.” you lied, rolling off him and then shoving your face into your pillow.

“but —“ “ethan, just let it go. it’s embarrassing!” you groaned, ethan chuckling a little, “but i find it adorable.” he commented, your eye peaking up at him a little. “really?” you muttered.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you

diet mountain dew, baby new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he hummed in respond, fiddling with the picture in his head, cheeks dinted and eyes flickering almost everywhere but you, who was just as flustered as he was.

baby, stoppin’ at 7-eleven

there in his white pontiac heaven

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

there was a small chance that you didn’t like him anymore in his eyes, pining for so long ever since you two were 13. young, sure but who gives a fuck now?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

“look, it’s fine if you don’t like me back but i don’t want that to turn put friendship awkward.” you explained, stuttering over a few words with sweat dripping down your nape.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

ethan’s head snapped at you, “what? [name], i have liked you ever since we were 13. you were so smart, and nice, i’ve always looked up to you when we were younger.“ he stammered making you cover your face with your hands.

“i feel the same way.” you mumbled making ethan chuckle at your voice muffling into your hands. he took you hands off your face, his hands replacing where yours were before.

your body relaxed as he leaned forward, your eyes slowly closed, body leaning forward to catch his lips. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, placing your lips on his.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want…

#kaz’s books. 🔭#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan bailey #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #anika kayoko #quinn bailey #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x gn reader #fluff #lana del rey

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catoslvt · 1 year ago

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Ethan Landry x Reader

If it was your Halloween party.

Deweys daughter, not with gale, though, with this girl called Candice.

Your brother is called Charlie.

Murder

Details of injury

Blaming yourself for your dad's death.

Everyone I knew was coming tonight, and I mean, I can't blame them, charlie and I always throw the best Halloween parties.

I stand waiting at the door for Tara and her friendgroup, Tara's my bestfriend, I'm a week older than her. She moved here six or seven months ago after what happened in Woodsboro, but my mom didn't let her and Sam move in with us after they found out who Sam's dad was, also my mom blames them for my dad's death.

She claims that even though they weren't together, she still loved him and the peace she got when it was my weekend at his house.

"Y/n hey!" Tara gasps as she quickly pulls me in for a hug. God, you couldn't tell we only saw each other only hours ago at school.

"Hi." I tell her laughing as Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Ethan walk in.

I've known ethan and anika almost my whole life, anika is one of my closest friends, and ethan is my boyfriend, i still get nervous saying that.

"So this is the infamous Riley Halloween party?" Mindy asks as she looks around my house with a small smirk on her face.

"Yep, ethan and I have spent every Halloween here since we knew y/n."anika gushes as she grabs onto mindys arm, which makes me smile.

Our friendgroup is full of couples.

You have Ethan and I, the first couple of the friendgroup, so we get called the originals.

You have Mindy and Anika, the two who got together in almost a week of knowing each other, so they get called the rushers.

And you've got Chad and Tara, the two who are so clearly in love, but neither of them will admit it, so they get called the deniers.

"So, where's the drink table?" Chad asks, and I point towards where about half the party stands, at our large dining table filled of plastic cups and drinks.

"Thanks." He says, nodding at me before him and Tara walk to the table, and mindy and anika walk towards my sofa, which leaves ethan and I standing at the door.

"Cute costume." I tell him with a smile, and he looks at me with a disappointed look on his face.

"Where's your costume?" He asks, motioning to my clothes I wore earlier at school.

"I couldn't pick one." I cry, and he stares at me confused.

"You have more than one costume?" He quizzes as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Well, yeah, one for the party and then one for actual Halloween."I answer and he nods, I love Halloween.

"Do you want me to help you pick a costume?" He then asks, and I nod and grab his hand, quickly running up the stairs and leading him into my room, but when I open the door I see a couple making out on my bed.

"You two need to leave." I say as ethan laughs.

"No, you two can find a different room to bang in. This one's ours." The girl says trying to shoo us and I clear my throat.

"This is my room, so if we want to bang in it, then we don't need a reservation." I tell them and they both quickly look at me and gasp.

"Y/n hi! Great party." They say before they run out and run downstairs, clearly embarrassed.

As I lead ethan into my room, I close the door and lock it behind us so no other couple can't barge in here and try to have sex on my bed.

"So, my first costume is Cher from clueless." I say as I lay out the yellow costume on my bed.

"And the other one is a police woman costume.." I tell him, and he thinks for a moment as I turn to face him.

"Police woman tonight, Cher tomorrow." Ethan tells me as he nods, and I grab the pirate costume in one of my hands, and I motion for him to turn and face my door, which he quickly does before before I start changing.

Once I'm done, I stare at myself in my mirror and can't help but picture my dad.

"Can I turn now?" Ethan awkwardly asks and I laugh, completely forgetting he was turned around.

"Yeah sorry." I apologise and he turns to me and smiles.

"You look really gorgeous." Ethan tells me, and I blush but smile and take a step closer to him as I place my hands on his shoulders.

"So do you." I tell him before I try to kiss him, but his cardboard helmet makes it impossible to.

"Shit, sorry." He laughs as he takes off his helmet before he kisses me.

I kiss back and laugh before chad begins to bang on my door.

"Come on, we have a problem!" He screams and I unlock my door and stare at him confused.

"What?" I ask as I stare at him.

"Sam just tazed one of Charlie's friends." He exclaims before he runs back downstairs.

I turn to ethan and motion for him to grab my hat before I run downstairs and out the front door, ethan following close behind.

When we get out of my house, I turn to ethan as he places his hat on my head and my hat on his, which makes me laugh.

"Why did you come? Wouldn't it have made more sense if you stayed at your house?" Anika asks, laughing, and I nod but shrug.

"Just wanted to stretch my legs." I tell her and mindy let's out a small laugh.

"Ethan, do you wanna stay at my house tonight?" I ask, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the fact all of Charlie's friends will probably stay over.

"Will your mom and stepdad care?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"They're at their friends' house in florida for some Halloween thing." I tell him, and he nods and wraps an arm around me.

As an argument breaks out between Tara and Sam, I can't help but listen and side with Tara, I mean. Its upto Tara if she wants to move on from what happened to us, especially since she's only 19, she can't spend her full life mourning over what happened.

I mean, I watched my dad get gutted in front of me and literally watched his intestines fall from his body as he told me to cover my eyes, but I moved on easy.

And suddenly, a full glass of some drink is thrown over Sam, and I slap a hand over my mouth in shock as the girl then screams murderer, before she points at me.

"You better watch y/n. She got your dad murdered. She might get you killed, too." She yells, and I quickly lunge at the girl, trying to hit her, but Tara quickly grabs me and stops me.

"Don't say that about my dad!" I scream to the girl and her friend that's recording.

I stare at the news in shock as it tells us that Greg and Jason, two boys we go to school with, were brutally murdered and the only thing left at the crime scene was a ghostface mask.

"Tara go pack, we leave in ten minutes." Sam calls to her and Tara shakes her head.

"No, Sam, no. I'm not abandoning my education and fleeing the state just because two people were murdered." Tara argues, and Sam stares at her.

"You knew them, Tara." Sam reminds her and again Tara shakes her head.

"Barley!" She again argues.

"Chad, mindy, anika, ethan, y/n. Back me up here, " sam yells and we all shrug.

"They were close to home."

"We spoke before."

"I sat next to him in film studies."

Is some of what we all said, and Tara glares at us before Sam's phone begins to ring, and Chad, mindy, and I shoot each other a small look and anika and Tara stare at the phone.

"Why did everyone panic the minute her phone started to ring?" Ethan asks, clearly confused, and Chad's jaw drops as he stares between ethan and I, whilst I practically sit on top of him because there's two of us squeezed onto a single seater couch.

"Come on, man, you're literally dating the daughter of Dewey Riley himself, and you don't understand all of this?" Chad gasps.

The minute quinn hears the 'daughter of dewey riley' her head snaps up to stare at me with a Suspicious look on her face.

"Quinn, can you call your dad and tell him I've got nothing to do with this?" Sam calls, and she nods, her eyes lingering on me for a second more before she pulls out her phone and calls her dad.

"What does it mean when your phone rings during all of this?" Ethan asks me as he stares at me.

"If you were ghostfaces next victim, they'd call you and go 'what's your scary movie.' So now we're all gonna be mega paranoid about our phones." I tell him, and he just gasps and nods.

Shortly after, Tara and Sam leave to head to the police station ethan and I leave and walk back to my house, which is now suspiciously empty seeing as there was a party going on hours ago, although the place is completely trashed, but if I'm gonna be honest I don't have the energy to clean it up, so instead ethan and I head upstairs to my room where we put on the movie 'Hocus Pocus' which is the movie we've watched every Halloween together.

Around halfway into the movie, my phone starts ringing.

Normally, I wouldn't answer it as I find being on your phone during a movie is rude, but ethan has been asleep almost since the movie has started, so I pick up my phone and stare at the caller.

The caller ID of 'Dad🤴🏻💞' shows on my phone and I gasp, knowing exactly who it'll be once I answer, but it means they're in my house.

So if I don't answer, then they'll come into my room and try to kill both ethan and I, but if I answer it and go downstairs then it'll only be me they come after.

Pressing answer and holding the phone upto my ear, I wait for the person to start talking.

'Hello y/n.' The voice croaks down my phone.

I carefully sit up, raising my head slowly off of ethans chest, trying not to wake ethan before I quickly leave my room and stand in my hallway, looking left and right for any suspicious looking closed door.

"Dad? Your voice has changed." I say, playing with the caller who only laughs.

"You and I both know I'm not your dad." It says, and I suddenly hear footsteps coming from downstairs, so i quickly run down the stairs so it doesn't come upstairs.

"Where's your boyfriend?" The voice asks, so the person must be close to me to know ethan is my boyfriend.

"He went back to his dorm." I say as I turn the corner into one of the halls, and I'm met with the back of a ghostface.

Without thinking, i charge at it and jump onto its back, which doesn't move the ghostface, and instead causes it to stab a knife into my thigh, twisting it around slightly.

I let out a blood curdling scream, but I continue to hit the back of the ghostfaces head and shoulders, trying to do anything to faze it.

I then get a knife directly through the palm of my hand, just like Tara did last year which causes me to lose my grip on the ghostface and fall backwards onto the floor, now sliding my back along the carpet trying to get as far away from it as I can.

As I lift my hand to my face to look at the damage, I realise I can see the person with the costume on through my palm and I begin screaming, yelling, banging the floor with my feet hoping ethan will hear me.

And he does, and he comes flying downstairs, and the minute the ghostface sees him, it sprints away, almost as if it's scared of ethan.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" Ethan screams as he drops to his knees at my side and clutches my wrist of the hand that has been stabbed, ignoring the fact his fingers are getting covered in blood.

"I'm fine." I say as I sit up properly and nod at him.

"Why didn't you wake me up!?" He then yells, clearly angry at the fact he could've stopped me from getting hurt, and suddenly Charlie and his friends walk in and Charlie stops in his tracks.

"What the fuck did you do to my sister!?" Charlie yells as he quickly walks over to ethan and I.

"Charlie! It wasn't him. It was ghostface." I quickly say before Charlie's eyes widen and he drops to my side and stares at my hand.

"Did it stab you anywhere else?" He quizzes, and I tilt my head down to my thigh where there's a clear stab wound, and he slaps a hand over his mouth before he removes it.

"Leon! Phone an ambulance." Charlie yells to his friend, and almost instantly, he's dialling 911 and talking to the operator.

"They're sending an ambulance and a few police cars. They said we should all stay together here in case it comes back." Leon says once he sits his phone down.

I nod and try to stand up to sit on the sofa, but the pain in my leg gets too sore, and i have to let ethan and Charlie help me up and help me walk over to the sofa.

Once the police are done taking my statement and the nurses are done bandaging my hand and leg and giving me a pair of crutches, they leave.

"The fucks the point of giving me crutches if I can't even close my hand?" I ask as I stare between the crutches and my now bandaged hand and everyone laughs.

"Y/n, I think you should stay at my dorm tonight, if that's okay with you." Ethan tells me before he looks up at Charlie, asking for his permission.

"Only if y/n wants to, and if anything goes wrong, you phone me." Charlie says, and I nod.

"Okay, let's go before it gets any darker." Ethan says as he helps me stand up and begin walking with the crutches.

When we get to his dorm, he opens the door and holds it for me as I walk in, my hand in pure agony from using these, but I'd rather a sore hand than a sore leg.

Chad looks at me confused.

"Ghostface attacked me." I tell him, and he goes to nod, but then his eyes widen, and his jaw drops.

"Are you okay? Was it bad?" Chad asks as I sit on their sofa and drop my crutches to the floor, happy that I don't need to grip onto them anymore.

"Me and Tara have matching wounds now." I tell him as I flash my bandaged hand

"Y/n, I'm being serious. Are you okay?" Chad asks again and I nod.

"Yeah, I'm just more upset. The prick phoned me, and it said it was from my dad's number." I tell him and ethan turns to me confused, he didn't even know that.

"I knew it wasn't my dad calling, but I answered it anyway because I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him to tell me he was okay and that he got out of that hospital alive." I say, my voice now cracking as tears begin to pour.

Which is when I realise I've never cried in front of ethan or Chad before, so I try to stop, which only makes me cry more.

Ethan, my poor boy who doesn't know what to do, just quickly runs to my side on the sofa and pulls me into a tight hug, pushing my head into his chest.

"Please don't cry." He whispers, and I nod and hug back, being careful of my leg and my hand.

"Did the ghostface say anything that might yknow, give away who it is?" Chad goes onto ask, and I pull away from the hug and turn and stare at him.

"All it said is 'Where's your boyfriend', which could mean anyone, because everyone knows about me and ethan.

"We'll find out who it is." He tells me before he falls backwards onto his bed where he then falls asleep.

"What he said is true. We will find who it was." Ethan says as he presses a kiss to my forehead before he carries me to his bed which causes me to laugh.

I stare at mindy as she bounces off of her seat, she called an 'important meeting' with everyone, which means Quinn is there, and I don't really like quinn.

She gives me iffy vibes.

"Okay, nerds, listen up." She begins, and I stare at her with a small smile on my face.

"As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get the chance to redeem myself by not calling the killers last time. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel." She continues, but Anika quickly clears her throat.

"Uhm, what's a requel?" She asks but mindy shakes her head.

"You're beautiful, sweetie, but let's leave questions to the end. Stab One took place in Woodsboro Stab Two took place in college." Mindy tells us before motioning to where we are, outside our university.

"So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?" Tara asks from beside me and mindy shrugs.

"That is one possibility. The hero is now in college and check." Mindy says, pointing at Tara.

"Suspicious new characters are brought in to round out the suspect list and / or body count. Check, check, check." She then says, pointing at Anika, Quinn and Ethan, she doesn't point at me though because I was there when this all blew off last year.

"I don't like this." Ethan quietly says as his grip around my waist tightens slightly.

"But it can't just be about stab two." I call to mindy, and she points at me and nods.

"Why not?" Tara quizzed and mindy sighs.

"It would make sense if this were just a sequel, but we're not in a sequel because nobody just makes sequels anymore. Were in a franchise. And there are certain rules to continuing franchise." Mandy exclaims, sounding really excited about the fact that we are now in a franchise.

Sam tilts her head down and groans, "I had a feeling."

"Rule one. Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, biggest cast, bigger body count, longer chases, shootouts, beheadings you gotta top what came before to keep people coming back." Mindy begins to explain, and I look at her and smile, I can see why my dad liked her uncle Randy so much if she acts like him.

"Beheadings?" Chad asks, as he looks rather terrified.

Mindy raises her eyebrows as she begins to talk again. "Beheadings. Rule two, Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchise only survives by subturning expectations. If the killer last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with letterbox to count instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite to be true here. And rule three, no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannot even bothers at this point, usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It's not looking too good for Gale and kirby.. Oh, that's not even the worst part."

"Oh, this is the part where she tells us the worst part." Chad says as he points at mindy.

"The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP, which means maim characters are completely expendable now, too. That means it's not just the friendgroup. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara, and clearly y/n." Mindy says, bringing up my attack without actually bringing it back.

"Wait, wait, any of us?" Ethan asks in a panic and we all nod.

"Yeah?" Mindy asks as she shoots him a 'what part of this are you not getting?' Look.

"Wait, am I in the friend group?" Ethan then asks and I turn to him in utter shock.

"Well, obviously." I gasp, and his eyes widen.

"So am I one of the targets?" He then goes onto ask.

I let out a small 'mhm' and ethan looks around the group in pure horror.

"Am I gonna die a virgin!?" He exclaims, and I slap my non bandaged hand over my mouth in pure embarrassment for both ethan and also slightly for me as the group falls into an awkward silence, before chad turns and stares at me dead in the eyes.

"You two have been together long before we all moved here, and he's still a virgin!?" Chad screams, which makes us all laugh.

"That was a weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspects. Ethan is the shy dorky guy that no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky." Mindy begins as she looks at ethan and points an accusing finger which causes me to laugh.

"Okay, wait, why am I on the suspect list? Because I was randomly Chad's roommate? Or because I just so happen to be dating one of the other targets?" He gasps.

"Roommate lottery can be juked. You could've fixed it to get next to us." She scoffs before she turns to quinn.

"Quinn, the slutty room mate, the horror movie classic." She then accuses and quinn glares at her.

"Sex positive, but thank you?" Quinn says sarcastically, and I turn and face ethan, whose face is clearly panicked, so I quickly kiss his cheek, and he's smiling again.

"So how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" Mindy asks quinn.

"I saw their ad online." Quinn answers and mindy laughs.

"Okay, say no more. You've already implicated yourself enough." Mindy says, shaking her head.

"It was an anonymous ad mindy, and you know her dad's a cop." Tara argues for mindy.

"Okay, and that doesn't mean anything because having a cop dad is a great cover-up. Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?" Mindy asks as she shakes her head clearly disappointed.

"Is mindy always like this?" Quinn asks and we all nod.

"And finally, anika. Never trust the love interest." She says as she shoots me a small glance when she says,'Never trust the love interest.'

"Okay so we have our rules, and we have our suspects." Sam says nodding.

"Wait, wait. What about you guys? I shouldn't be on the suspect list. I was there when y/n got attacked." Ethan argues and I turn and stare at him.

"I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in woodsboro." I snap at him.

"Agreed." Chad adds and I turn and smile at him.

"Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap, like y/n watched her dad literally get sliced open infront of her, I wouldn't blame her if she snapped." Quinn says, and Tara and I both start glaring at her.

"Yeah, you caught me there. I turned into a phsyco murderer after my auntie and dad were both killed by the same cult of killers, so last night I actually attacked myself." I tell her sarcastically and mindy laughs.

"Or the feelings you got from the killings made you thirsty for more. I mean, to be honest, here some of the theories online about Sam are..." ethan adds to quinns bullshit theory and almost in sync everyone turns and glares at ethan.

"Don't you fucking dare." Tara warns and he quickly nods.

"Okay, she's right, though. Face facts, if we're all suspects." Anika then says, motioning to her, quinn and ethan. "Then we're all suspects." She finishes as she points at the rest of us, and we all nod. She has a point.

Once we've all finished discussing the whole thing about who's the killer and who isn't, we all decide it'd be safer if we all stayed together tonight, safety in numbers as Sam said.

"I can't. I have econ." Ethan announces to the group before he turns on his phone and checks the time.

"It starts in an hour." He then tells us, and we all nod before Chad's stomach rumbles.

"God, I'm starving." He sighs, and we all nod in agreement before him and Tara walk to the food van, saying they'll get us all some fries and stuff to share.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier about you being a main suspect, it wasn't aimed at you, I don't know why I said it I just don't want to be on anyone's suspect list incase you then think im a ghostface and we break up." Ethan tells me in a panic, and I turn my whole body to face him and cup his face using my non stabbed hand and smile at him.

"Ethan, you had a point in what you said. And trust me, even if you were on everyone's suspect list, I wouldn't break up with you until there was raw in the flesh evidence on you being the killer." I tell him and he instantly begins to smile.

"I love you." He states, and I nod.

"I love you too." I tell him before I quickly kiss him, and he kisses back before I hear Sam clearing her throat.

"How's your leg and hand?" She asks me, and I turn to her and shrug.

"I mean, walking hurts my leg so i use the crutches, but then to use the crutches, I have to grip them with both of my hands so well, they're both agonising." I tell her laughing and she just frowns.

"You should've stayed at our apartment." She says shaking her head.

"Then there would've been two ghostfaces at once." I tell her, and she then just bites the inside of her cheek.

"Y/ns still the top of my list." Quinn states, and I look at her and shrug.

"I don't care. You're at the top of mine, I was at the party when the first two killings happened, then I was at my house when Sam and Tara got attacked last night, so Where's your alibi?" I quiz, and she quickly looks away and falls silent, which only heightens my suspicions.

Just as ethan is leaving for econ, we're all leaving to go to Sam and Tara's apartment, so he helps me get to my feet and hands me my crutches before he cups my face and kisses me.

I kiss back before he breaks the kiss and points his finger at me.

"I want you to call me if anything goes wrong, keep your phone off silent, and always answer my texts." He warns and I nod before I kiss him again.

"I'll see you once you're done." I tell him, and then he nods and walks off, smiling like an idiot.

As we sit in Sam's apartment, Chad, Mindy, Tara, Sam, and I all stand in a circle and just stare between ourselves.

"So were the core five." Chad tells us and we all fake gag and stare at him.

"You can not just give yourself a nickname." Mindy gags.

"Well, I can, because I just did. Core five!" He exclaims as he raises his hand to Tara for a Highfive, which she declines, as do the rest of us and Chad stares at the floor upset, before anika calls us through the living room, I glance at the TV for a second and it's the news with the heading 'prime suspect, Samantha carpenter.'

And then I get a snap from ethan, and it's a photo of him pulling a face in the Econ Hall, and I smile and save it in chat before I send him a snap of me standing with mindy, but thats when I hear the TV cut off and Sam storm away, so I send the snap before turning to ask Tara what happened but I see she's not there, so I walk to Chad.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I think quinn is one of the killers." I whisper to him, being really careful only he can hear me because quinn is in the room only next door.

He looks at me and nods before him, mindy, and I walk to the table where Sam and Tara now sit.

After a few minutes of giving her some pep talks, mindy sighs.

"We are the core fucking five." She tells us before gagging and Chad claps his hands and we all cheer before Sam clears her throat.

"I've been sleeping with cute boy across the hall." She tells us, and we all scream and Highfive before Danny, the cute boy begins to call her and mindy steals her phone and pretends to answer, and then Tara steals it and let's out a small laugh.

"Hello? What are your intentions with my sister." She quizzes to the thin air as the phone continues to ring, Sam offendedly steals her phone, as quinn begins to let out large screams and I raise my eyebrows.

"Looks like her and contestant number eight are having fun." I tell everyone, and they all let out a small laugh until our phones go off in sync, and it's quinn being attacked by a ghostface, in a panic I run through to quinns door and I see anika looking at her phone in shock as she begins to approach the door, and mindy goes to yell at her to get back but it's too late, quinns dead body gets flung at her before ghostface steps out of the door.

We all let out shocked screams as the ghostface goes towards anika and mindy tries to put herself between them, but the ghostface quickly slashes mindys arm and grabs anika, pinning her to a wall and stabbing her lower stomach and twisting the knife in it.

As Sam runs into the kitchen, I spot that there's no more knives in the holder, so she just grabs the whole holder and smashes it over ghostfaces head and it drops to the floor.

"In there!" Mindy screams as we run into Quinns room, or well, I try to run as fast as I can on crutches. and close the door behind us, Chad and Tara now being nowhere to be seen.

"Are you two alright?" I ask, and mindy nods, but anika sits on quinns bed and grabs her lower stomach. She's losing a lot of blood fast.

Sam quickly spots Danny at his window and opens quinns window, and as she turns her head to the side, she realises there's another wide open door.

"Y/n! The door!" She screams and I nod and quickly run towards the door, and as I walk in the bathroom, I see a cut up naked man.

"Shit, he's dead!" I scream before I remember the door, and as I begin to close it, someone begins pushing it open.

Someone much much stronger than me.

I turn my head around the door to make sure it isn't Chad or Tara but as I guessed it's a ghostface and when it sees me, it stops pushing as much which gives mindy and I enough time to slam it shut in its face and then we slam the door to the bathroom shut, locking it.

Which gave the ghostface enough time to run back to the original door and start banging on it, so mindy and I grab quinns dresser and push it infront of the door, allowing us enough time to think of an escape route, which Danny clearly has as he pushes a ladder over to our side and Sam turns to us.

"You guys need to go first. You're all injured. It'll take longer." Sam offers and we all shake our heads.

"Sam, go." Mindy says as she sits on the bed, her arm bleeding quite a lot, but not as much as anikas stomach.

As Sam begins climbing over the ladder, I pull out my phone and dial 911, just screaming help before ending it, and then I begin messaging ethan, explaining what's happening.

Once Sam's over, she tells me it's my turn and I just stare helplessly.

"My crutches!" I scream, I'm not too sure if I'll be able to walk without them as it hurts even walking with them.

"Y/n! Just come on!" Sam screams and I drop my crutches to the floor and slowly begin crawling over the ladder, which hurts my hand mainly as I have to grip on so I don't fall off.

Nerves fill my system as I look down at the dark alley that I'm climbing over and gulp.

"Y/n! Don't look down. Just look at me." I hear my dad say, and I look at the window confused, and I see my dad smiling at me, but Sam and Danny don't see him so I know I'm imagining it, but it helps me get to the end of the ladder where Danny helps me in and I stand and stare out of the window, putting all my weight on my good leg as mindy begins to crawl over, but I'm crying too much to see.

I just heard my dad talk .

But when it's anikas turn the tears stop and I'm more focused on if she'll get over.

She gets roughly halfway when ghostface breaks through the door and jams it's knife in the windowsill where it begins to shake the ladder.

"Anika, come on, you have to move!" We all scream, and Sam reaches out her hand, and anika grabs it, but then the ghostface begins violently shaking the ladder and anika goes flying towards the floor of the alley, but on her way down she hits her head off of a dumpster which kills her instantly, and I double over and vomit everywhere.

When I see ethan, I instantly begin sobbing again but Chad pins him to a van.

"Where the fuck were you man!?" He screams.

"He was at econ, I have snaps of him at it from last night." I quietly say as I toss Chad my unlocked phone.

"My sister gets stabbed, quinn gets killed, and you're a no-show!" Chad screams before ethan notices me in the ambulance and quickly rushes over, but stops in his tracks when he sees the body bag being pulled out of the alley.

"Who?" He quizzes.

"Anika." Mindy whispers and he stares at her.

"I am so sorry." Ethan apologises before he climbs over mindy to me where he pulls me in a tight hug and slowly strokes my hair, and I begin to sob my eyes out again.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here now." Ethan whispers as I hold onto him tighter.

"I should've ditched econ and stayed with you." He sighs angrily, and I don't say anything, but I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat when I hear gale clear her throat.

"Y/n, hi." She speaks, and I turn to her and glare at her.

"Hear to make my dad's death about you again?" I quiz, and she widens her eyes.

"I don't know what you mean." She defends as she shakes her head.

"Oh my god, I read your fucking book. You made it out as if nobody else cared that my dad died. Actually, you said, and I quote, 'dewey sacrificed himself for me, I know he did because I was the only person he cared about.' He was my dad gale, he sacrificed himself for me and Tara, you weren't even there when he done it!" I scream angrily at her and she shakes her head.

"He still loved me. Part of it was to do with me." Gale argues.

"Ghostface never came after you till you stuck your nose in everyone's fucking business! My dad didn't only care about me god your so selfish. Your righting isn't even that fucking good!" I yell at her.

"Here we are, a year down the line, and you're making it out as if you're the only person who loved your dad." Gale sighs, and I lunge at her, my fist aiming for her face, but ethan grabs my waist and pulls me back in the ambulance and onto his lap.

"Not while the police are about." He whispers into my ear, and Gale quickly walks off.

"Y/n, you should've just done it. I was rooting for you." Mindy sighs as she turns and looks at me.

As we walk into the ghostface collection or something, I stare around and gasp at everything that's there, before my eyes fall on the part about my dad.

Gripping my crutches as tight as I can, no matter how sore it is on my hand, I walk over to the glass case and let out a small gasp.

There's photos of my dad, Charlie and I.

There's photos of only my dad.

And there's photos and drawings of his dead body, along with the knife that killed him.

And behind it, it's the clothes he was wearing when he got stabbed, the rips still in the clothes.

"Oh my god." I cry as my grip on my crutches end totally as they drop to the floor and I stare at the glass case with tears streaming down my face.

"Y/n!" Ethan yells as he runs behind me and grabs my waist to steady me.

"Shit, is that your dad?" He then quizzes and I slowly nod as I stare at it.

"I haven't even seen half of these photos." I mutter as my hand traces over where the photos of me and my dad are.

"Holy shit." I hear gale gasp as she walks beside me and stares down at all the photos.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, what I said and what I wrote in my book was extremely selfish, I knew your dad loved you and Charlie so much, he only spoke about you two and all attention was on the both of you when you both came down, and I wasn't the one that watched him get killed. You were." Gale states from beside me and I turn to her with a small smile on my face.

"After what happened, I still called you my stepdaughter to everyone. I wanted to call you and ask you to come stay over, but I never could." Gale tells me and I just smile wider and hug her.

"I still call you my stepmom." I cry as my leg fires up in pain but I push it to the back of my mind as Gale hugs me back.

"I missed you." She cries as gently rubs my back.

"I missed you too." I tell her before she breaks the hug and nods before walking off.

"Y/n, what actually happened that night with your dad? You've just never told me, and I understand if you don't want to." Ethan quickly asks, and I stare at him and just nod.

"It was my weekend to spend at my dads house, and when I got there, he told Charlie and I what had happened with Tara, I've known Tara since she lived in woodsboro because we were the same age, and my dad told us about how if he needs to help them, he will because he knows how close I was with Tara and no matter how much I protested he wouldn't listen." I begin.

The hospital was dark, and the lights were flickering on and off as I tried to help Sam get Tara towards the elevator, but that's when I hear gun shots and I suddenly stop dead in my tracks, and turn around but I sigh a quick sigh of relief when I realise my dad shot down the ghost face.

I watch my dad, my hero as he clicks the elevator to go to floor one, but he quickly hugs me and kisses the top of my head before stepping out the elevator.

"Dewey, no, get back in the elevator! What are you doing!?" Sam screams.

"You have to shoot them in the head. Otherwise, they'll come back." My dad says as he shakes his head, pulling his gun out of his pocket.

"Who gives a fuck about that?" Sam asks in shock.

"I do." He says, turning away before the elevator begins to close, except it doesn't close fully. It stays open only centimetres from being shut fully and doesn't move downwards.

I watch as the tears stream down my face as my dad takes all the bullets out of his gun and puts a special type in, before he approaches the ghostface, but his phone begins to ring so he goes to look down at it when the ghostface springs to life and stabs the knife through his lower stomach.

"Dad!" I scream.

"Y/n! Close your eyes, I love you." My dad screams and I do everything I can to pry the doors open, to try get to him.

But I can't, I stand useless when the second knife is stabbed into his lower back, only moments before the ghostface begins to pull the knives upwards, causing gallons of blood to pour from his stomach and he collapses to his knees, dropping his gun and phone in the progress.

"Dad, get up!" I scream, my throat aching from the amount I've been screaming, and the tops of my fingers are now bleeding from the amount I've been prying at the metal doors.

"Whats he doing!?" I cry as I turn to look at Sam, Tara and Richie who just shrug because they can't see out the door.

When I turn back to look through the hole, my dad's dead on the floor, and the ghostface is walking towards the door, but just like magic the door shuts and we begin moving downwards as I drop to my knees.

"I still blame myself for it, I think that maybe if I begged him to stay that he would've just this once, that if I was a little stronger I could've opened the doors and saved him." I tell ethan through sobs, and he just holds onto me tightly.

"Y/n, your dad was a hero." Ethan corrects before he lets go of me and opens the glass case, taking all the photos of him and me, or me him and Charlie out and handing me them.

"Fuck this stupid shrine." He tells me and I nod.

As I sit in kirbys van, sharing a beanbag with ethan, mindy rolls her eyes.

"What're you going to do? Trace the calls? It never works its always 'keep them on a little longer, I've almost got it.' And then they hang up." Mindy says scoffing and kirby looks at her with a smirk.

"I'll have you know I can trace calls in fifteen seconds or less." Kirby says and mindy throws her hands up in defence leaving her alone.

"Cheeto?" Ethan asks, and I nod, taking one out of his bag and carefully eating it, but the thought of eating right now makes me feel physically sick, but I also can't help it because I'm starving.

When we find out ghostface is at gales house, I realise there's probably a slim chance she's getting out alive.

"We need to go to the hospital and wait for her." I gasp and everyone looks at me.

"Please." I beg, and kirby rolls her eyes slightly but climbs in the passenger seat where she drives to the hospital.

As I sit in the waiting room against a wall so I don't take up any seats for people to need it, I rest my head against ethans shoulder and instantly fall asleep, realising I've not slept in almost two days.

When I wake up, Tara is shaking me telling me we need to go back to her apartment for a while so Sam can pick up some money, and then we need to take public trains to the theatre with all the ghost face stuff and I nod and sit up, realising ethan fell a sleep with me.

"Ethan." I say shaking him gently and he yawns and opens his eyes.

"We need to go." I say and he nods and quickly stands up before offering down one of his hands to help me get to his feet.

As we get pushed around by people at the train station, I grip onto Tara's hand with my hand that isn't bandaged, so I don't lose her, and once we're in the train I realise ethan and mindy aren't here.

"Hey guys? Where's ethan and mindy?" I ask in a hurry as my head snaps around the train as the lights start flashing, and it brings me back all the memories of that night at the hospital.

"I had a hold of mindy and cute boy over here pulled me back." Chad says as he turns and glares at Danny.

"We got told not to split up." I cry, my breath quickening as I see all the ghostface costumes and the flashing lights.

"Are you alright?" Danny asks confused and I shake my head.

"I need to sit down." I tell him, my breath still quickening and we quickly look around to find an empty seat but we can't find one.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to cause any hassle, but could you please let my friend sit there? She's taking a panic attack and needs to sit down." Danny asks a random man, and he nods and stands up, and Tara quickly pushes me in the chair, taking my crutches from me.

I quickly bring my knees to my chest and hide my head inbetween my knees, covering my ears with my hands so all I can hear is my heartbeat.

"Y/n, it's okay. Just breathe, you know I'm always here with you." I hear my dad whisper.

"I can't just breathe dad, I miss you." I mumble under my breath so nobody can hear.

"I miss you too, but now is not your time, so I'll do everything I can so you don't die. You're not dying on my watch. I love you, y/n." He says before he's gone again, and so is that feeling of panic.

I open my eyes and quickly pull out my phone, staring at the screen and not looking up in case the lights bring me back to that dark place, and I quickly begin messaging ethan.

You got on the train behind us right?

Ethan😚🫶

Yep, I'm only five minutes behind you don't worry.

Mindy with you too?

Ethan😚🫶

Yeah, but she's convinced I'm ghostface, so she's not standing with me she's down at one of the doors, but I can see her so don't worry, I'll see you soon.

Keep me updated.

Ethan😚🫶

Obviously, I will, I love you sweetie stay safe❤️.

You stay safe too, I love you.

Finally we arrive at the shrine, and Sam tells Danny that he can't come in with us because she doesn't trust her and my heart shatters a little for him but I also get where she's coming from, so we walk in without him.

"So, what have we got for weapons?" Sam asks and kirby laughs.

"We've got one gun, which I'll be keeping. Only one with a badge, only one with a gun." She states, and I look at her kinda confused, but shake my head anyways.

Once we all spread out, I make sure nobody can see what I'm doing whilst I quickly run to the glass case where my dad's stuff sits and I take the knife, hiding it in my pocket so nobody can see it, but leaving the gun seeing as there's no bullets in it so its pretty much useless to anyone.

Suddenly, I am feeling extremely scared being alone, I run to the room Chad and Tara are in, dropping my crutches on the way there as i realise i could move a lot quicker without them.

Where I see ghostface trying to stab them and I shout them over and they both sprint to me, before we take off screaming to find out where Sam is.

We finally find her and kirby, but the ghostface stabs kirby, and she falls to the floor, I'm assuming she's dead, and we begin to run in the direction of the room Chad and Tara were just in.

When we make it there, the ghostfaces run past Tara, Sam and I as if we were invisible and begin to stab Chad over and over and over and over again, which makes me feel extremely sick but I close my eyes and drown out the noise of him gagging, as Sam grabs both Tara's hand and my wrist as she's not got enough time to check what hands my cut one, as she takes us back to the main theatre area, where were quickly surrounded by the two ghostfaces, but I pull out the knife from my pocket and they slowly back up.

"That's enough you two." Detective Bailey calls as he walks in and kirby quickly sprints over to us.

"I know who the ghostface is it's bail -" She begins, and he quickly shoots her, causing her to fall to the floor again.

"You're in on this!?" Sam screams and he laughs.

"Who else would've been?" He asks raising his eyebrows.

"You both deserve what's coming because of what you have done to my son." He exclaims and I stare at him confused, so why am I here then.

"And y/n, you don't technically deserve this, but you went and got yourself tangled up in it." Bailey then tells me and I nod.

"Yeah, fair." I agree, and Tara shoots me a look.

"Wait, wait, wait, before we get the grand reveal, let me guess who the two killers are, okay?" I ask and Bailey just shrugs but nods.

"The smaller one, has to be quinn, I don't know how you managed to pull it off but I was at the top of her suspect list whilst she done nothing, and it'd make sense. You're her dad, and you're a cop, so no matter what we done, her alibi would always check off, we were all together when Gale got attacked. Plus, it'd be the perfect plot twist for this requel." I begin and Bailey raises his eyebrows at me.

"Plus, when I got attacked by the ghostface that night, I knocked its mask slightly, and I saw quinns hair, so I just didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to be killed quicker." I then add whilst Bailey smiles at me before I turn to the taller ghostface.

"And this one, I thought it was Danny, but he saved us that night, so I'm gonna have to say ethan, his proof from econ could've been fake, he was the only one not there when quinn got killed, or faked being killed." I tell Bailey, my heart shattering into a million pieces when Bailey starts laughing, whilst the ghostfaces take their masks off.

I was right about quinn, I don't even know how so I'm slightly proud of myself, but the other one haunts me.

Charlie.

"We tried to get ethan to join us, but he wouldn't. He called us sick for wanting to get revenge, he said he loved you too much to do anything to you y/n." Bailey said but I drown out his voice as I stare at Charlie.

"Charlie why?" I gasp.

"It's those two fuckers faults dad's dead y/n! And you didn't even hate them. You welcomed them with open arms." Charlie sighs.

"Mom and Tony aren't on a trip to florida are they?" I quiz as I stare at him and thats when quinn speaks up.

"Nope, I took care of them. Just like I should've killed you that night in the house!" She screams.

"God, you hardly even touched me that night, a knife to the leg and a knife through the hand? Pathetic." I tell her and she screams.

"Your dad died like a pussy!" She yells and I let out a small laugh I tilt my head to her.

"Oh yeah? So did your brother." I coo as she lunges at me, but Tara whacks her over the face with a brick as she falls to the floor, her teeth everywhere.

"You killed my son, Sam." Bailey tells us and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Richies, your son?" Tara gasps and he laughs and nods.

"And this was his shrine, which is why you both need to die in it." He tells Tara and Sam.

"How did you manage to ask ethan to be ghost face?" I ask Bailey as what he said finally registered in my mind.

"Him and quinn are my children." Bailey tells me and I stumble backwards.

Why wouldn't ethan ever tell me he was richies brother.

As Sam begins to look around, she quickly sees a set of ladders that'll lead us upstairs and she tells me to run first, so I do.

Once I climb to the top of the ladders, I see Charlie walking over to me, his knife raised.

"Yknow y/n, you were always dad's favourite." He tells me.

"Which is why you shouldn't have let him die! You could've saved him, but no.. instead, you watched, and you lived with the fact you killed our dad!" Charlie then screams as he runs at me, his knife now aiming for my lower stomach.

"And now, you can feel what dad felt when he was killed." He whispers as he pulls his knife out of me and stabs it in a different place inches away from where he just stabbed me, and instead of pulling out, he twists it around which causes me to scream in pain as I reach for the knife in my pocket and jam it all the way into his throat, and as he falls to the floor, his knife rips my lower stomach only slightly as I pass out beside him.

"It's not your time, y/n, please wake up. Please, I don't want you here with me yet." I hear my dad whisper as I sit up and let out a large gasp, my eyes widening as I realise I'm outside with a mask on my face, giving me oxygen.

"Miss Riley, please lay back down. We're taking you to the hospital." A nurse tells me, and my head snaps all around the place, trying to find ethan, and when I see him I rip the mask off and scream his name.

"Y/n!" He yells as he runs to me and kisses me, I smile and kiss back before he pulls away.

"Are you okay? Who was it?." He quizzes, and I take a deep breath, a pain in my stomach forming, and I remember everything that happened.

"Your dad, quinn, and Charlie." I tell him as my voice breaks when I tell him Charlie.

"They killed my mom and stepdad too." I cry as the nurse pushes me into an ambulance and ethan climbs in behind me and grabs my hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I should've told you he was my brother y/n, I'm so sorry. I just didn't want to scare you away, I didn't want you to stop liking me just because who my brother was." Ethan apologises and I shake my head.

"Ethan, shut up." I whisper as I laugh.

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