#chad meeks-martin angst

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

cant remember to forget you

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

wc: 1.6K

warnings: drinking (at a party), little making out. think thats it.

summary: he just cant leave your mind and maybe thats a good thing

A/N: shakira shakira.

🎧 can't remember to forget you (fucking bop!)

masterlist / chad meeks-martin

you shouldn’t be doing this. you know you shouldn’t be doing this. it’s all a bad idea in the end. an idea your fuzzy brain thinks is genius when it’s the complete opposite.

but you follow through with the idea without a complaint.

feet moving on autopilot, carrying you to your destination without needing directions. you always manage to find the treasure. 

you didn’t bother with niceties when pushing past people. everyone was either drunk, high, or lost in their world to care about ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’. you went to the foyer where you last spotted him just before he dipped away. pushing to the tips of your toes, creasing your converse as you tried to look over and through the moving bodies.

you couldn’t see him.

maybe this was a sign. a sign from the universe to stop you from going through with this idea that wasn’t fully formed. it was trying to save you from embarrassment and further heartbreak… but this idea was becoming more appealing by the second.

so you ignored this possible sign and continued your search.

so you turn on your heel back towards the kitchen when you bump into a body. a flat palm to their chest and their arm wrapped behind your back, no alcohol spilled in the process. without even needing to look up, you already know who it is. your treasure, a sign thrown in your face that this was a good idea in the end.

“chad… hi. i was- was just… uh…”

“still can’t lie for shit.” 

even with the music blaring through the multiple speakers, the sound of chad’s deep chuckle rang like a gong beside your ear. it was so nice to hear the sound again. the touch of him again, even through clothes, sets your skin ablaze.

a lull in your interaction causes chad to drop his arm and take a step away. the hand previously on his peck reached for his wrist to keep him from departing. he looked at the skin-to-skin touch but didn’t comment or show discomfort. progress.

“hows- hows classes going? enjoying them?” lips dart to wet the stained skin.

chad seemed taken aback by the questions, not anticipating them. his head cocked with that pinch to the middle of his brows, how you wished to smooth it out with your thumb. 

“classes are- are okay. mostly boring. thinking of taking a- a creative elective.” he gained that step back. arms going slack between your stomachs.

chad twisted his hand so his fingers were able to curl to your hold. more progress. you couldn’t stop staring at your limbs with a dopey smile.

“how’s mindy? and everyone?” subconsciously letting your index finger rub at his bone.

chad seemed to be a bit sad at the question. and you kinda already assumed what he was gonna say.

“well, everyone’s good. but you would know that if you continued to hang out with us.” you could see the tension in his shoulders so you finally dropped his wrist. this was probably where the conversation would die.

“right. i just- after everything i wasn’t sure if-“ you’ve just put your foot in your mouth. brain not being able to catch up to fix any of those mistakes to right the conversation back to a few seconds ago. “i- i miss you.” now both your feet are in your mouth.

chad’s forehead creased and his mouth parted at the words you spit out. you should’ve listened to the universe the first time. now you're thinking if you should make this worse or just run for it.

“i- i know i shouldn’t miss you, 'cause we decided it was for the best to end things. but i just… i know i should let you go, it seems you have, but i just can’t. i can’t let you go, it’s like i can’t forget you.”

he licked his lips and looked around the room. you're making this so much worse for you, for him. why can’t you just let him go?

“sorry. i probably shouldn’t- too much drinking (more like not enough). i’m gonna…” you pointed a finger over your shoulder and threw a meek smile to chad. your dignity is gone.

“wait, don’t- don’t leave.”

you kept your back turned to chad, but turned your head slightly just to get some view of him. he looked nervous but took another step closer. and this time he reached for your hand. it made you turn completely to face him.

“why don’t we go upstairs… to talk… privately.” his honey-sweet voice only made you nod dumbly. you let chad take the lead, keeping your hands together as he weaved the both of you through people and up the stairs. he stopped at different doors to see if they were unlocked and free, after a few tries and seeing too much-exposed skin there was an unoccupied room.

chad pulled the both of you and closed the door with an added click to the lock. you set your cup on a desk before taking a seat at the end of the bed. hands clasped in your lap as you just looked at chad and waited to hear his words.

he downed whatever was in his cup, face scrunching at the taste before he set it down. he walked to the bed and sat beside you, a sigh leaving his lips as he rested his forearms on his thighs and hung his head. you weren’t sure what to do at the moment. you wanted to run a hand over his hair, pull him close to you. but you stayed quiet and frozen, letting him take his time.

“god, you have no idea how much i miss you.” 

honestly, you weren’t expecting to hear that. when you and chad decided to break up it was mutual. it just felt like there was no longer that spark in your relationship and neither of you wanted to drag the other around if that was the case.

but it seems after only a month apart, the two of you realized how much you cared about each other. maybe another chance wouldn’t be so bad.

“you know,” chad gave a light chuckle, “when i first saw you walk through the door, i thought i was dreaming. how the colors bathed you in their glow, you dressed in my favorite outfit of yours. looking like your stunning self.” he turned his head your way. “i was really worried someone was gonna sweep you off your feet before i could get to you.”

you shuffled closer. thigh to thigh, shoe to shoe. the two of you sat up straight, no longer hiding away from each other. your hand sat on your thigh, palm down. chad glanced down and then back up, silently asking a question. a quirk to your brow was all and he knew what it meant. his larger hand fell over yours and then after a second of staring at each, you flipped it so it was palm to palm.

fingers intertwined once again.

“chad… when i saw you talking to that girl earlier… i got so jealous. i knew i didn’t have the right to be jealous as you talked with someone else, but when you leaned in close. your lips near her ear, i just remembered all the times you did that to me. sexual or not, and it just caused a flash over my eyes, remembering the feel of your lips on my skin.”

eye, lips, eye. you did that multiple times, in different orders. you all but sighed his name in a plea. free hand touching chad’s cheek and his own holding your wrist. “i want us to try again. we don’t have to be perfect or change anything, i just want us to be us again.” thumb brushing over the scar on his cheekbone.

then sliding down slowly and thumb going over his top lip. “i can’t get you out of my head, chad. and i never want you to leave.”

his touch tightened. both of you are quiet, just staring at the other, seeing who’ll make the first move tonight. your glossed lips parted ever so slightly, finger taking a second pass over his lip. you leaned in, lids dropping and darkening your iris.

you didn’t notice that chad was also leaning in until just a breath away from connecting. he licked his lips as he moved his hand from your wrist and to your neck as he asked, “are you sure? cause i don’t think i’ll want to stop if we start again.”

it was like a punch to your gut as you quickly sighed, “i never want to stop.” and you both dove in.

it was like that spark you thought died out was suddenly reignited into a full-blown fire. both of you were starved of each other's touch, mouths devouring every sigh and gasp of pleasure and happiness. hands roaming over fevered skin, needing to rememorize the dips and curves, the natural push and pull your bodies gave.

one of chad’s hands slid down the side of your body, thumb pressing into the exposed skin of your stomach while his fingers curled over your waist. his other one held your neck in a firm, but gentle hold, his thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw. you held his shoulders to keep you upright, head tilting to your right as he went left, noses pushing into cheeks, and lips were sucked and bitten.

reluctantly you pulled away first, air from your lungs disappearing and as much as you wished to keep your mouth connected with chad’s you need to be breathing to continue the endeavor. your palms pressed into chad’s cheeks to keep his head away as he tried following after

you, a girlish giggle as the action.

“i’ve missed you so much.” a breathless confession from chad as he kept his eyes closed.

you bit into your bottom lip and leaned your forehead into his, both of you taking deep inhales through your noses. you held his cheeks tighter and he squeezed your waist as you whispered, “it’ll work out this time. i know it.”

-

[loaksbitch]

virgin town ✶ e. landry

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

pairing : both inexperienced!ethan x inexperienced!reader

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

you bite your lips hard when you enter his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you can hear your heartbeat in your ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’s definitely about to lose it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh.

oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“want to stop?” he was out of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

you’re thanking him for listening and stopping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkfemininenergy]

BEGGING FOR IT — ethan landry and chad meeks martin

pairing: mean!dom!ethan x fem!reader x soft!dom!chad

warnings: threesome, smut, breath play, dub-con, spit kink, face fuck, deepthroat, doggystyle, choking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, head pushing.

author’s note: this is pure filth lmao i’m sorry, i’m currently working on the part 2 of my first one shot. and i wanted to remind you that my content is not for everyone ! sorry if it offends some people, warnings are there for that reason.

"that's right, choke on it, yeah, just like that"

you were drooling all over ethan's cock. behind you, chad was pounding into you like there is no tomorrow, he was thrusting harder and harder into your wet, tight cunt that he was automatically pushing you towards his roommate's cock.

and you were choking on it. ethan's hands were in your hair, gripping it, and his hips were thrusting into your face as brutally as chad behind you. chad held your hips firmly, and watching your back arch under his thrusts, he leaned his head back, grunting with pleasure as he felt you tighten around him.

“holy fuck, you feel so good baby” praised chad.

your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you felt ethan hit the back of your throat, and breathing through your nose became harder and harder. you moaned around ethan, only heightening his pleasure. chad straightened his head and watched you choke around his roommate who wasn't as shy and dorky as mindy thought.

he smiled, and when one of his hands left your hip to wrap around you and caress your clit, you rolled your eyes back. you looked so dirty like that, eyes rolled to the back of your head, tears streaming down your cheeks with your mascara running, and with ethan's cock in your mouth.

ethan's eyes were dark, so dark, you looked so slutty like this that he started to loose his mind. ethan's left hand left your hair, but you could still feel your scalp burning under his grip, he caressed your face in a way that contrasted the way he pushed into your mouth, murmuring a soft "fuck" under his breath at how pretty you looked.

and then you looked up at ethan, continuing to take his cock deep into your throat as you tried to keep from coughing, he was big, stretching the sides of your mouth. when his eyes met yours, he smiled devilishly, and you felt a delicious sensation in your stomach as you watched him.

chad's hand caressed your back as he fucked you deliciously, making you moan, and with delicacy, he urged you to arch your back further so he could reach the angle he wanted.

“go on chad, fuck her harder, that slut is begging for it” said ethan while holding eyes contact with you.

ethan's words made your pussy throbbing, and you clenched so tightly around chad's cock that he hissed and started groaning again.

“this is what you want, baby? you want me to fuck you harder?”

you maintained eye contact with ethan, who raised an eyebrow at you, prompting you to respond. and then, you nodded, but this action only allowed ethan to reach the back of your throat so much deeper that you felt his balls slap your chin.

“right baby, anything for my good girl” praised chad

and he started to fuck you harder, making you scream around ethan's cock, sending vibrations around his member. your knees began to weaken as chad's new rhythm made them burn against the sheets.

chad grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you even deeper against ethan, for a moment you closed your eyes, feeling the air struggling to return to your body, you tried to control your gag reflex and ethan noticed that you took it without complaint despite the delicious pain that brought you nothing but pleasure, which earned you another caress on your cheek from the tall dark-haired man in front of you, a caress that made you send a look of adoration towards him, but this caress turned into a little tap, he was almost hitting you.

“good little bitch, taking it so well. just ours to use, uh ?”

when you didn't respond, too lost in the pleasure chad was bringing you behind you, when he slapped you on the ass, growling and murmuring praises at you, ethan snapped.

his hand behind your head began to gently grab your hair, and he pushed your head down on him in one fell swoop, making your eyes widen in panic as you looked up at him, alarmed. he bit his lip to try and hold back a smile at seeing you in such a state.

he wasn't moving, he was holding you down there. your nose against his pelvis, his pubic hair preventing you from breathing, his balls against your chin, with your drool dripping on them, holding you in a submissive position that was uncomfortable. a mischievous gleam shone in his dark eyes, as he watched the tears multiply in your eyes and run down your cheeks.

and just when you thought he couldn't get any deeper, he pushed your head down again, earning a gagging sound from you. you could feel your throat burning.

“uh ?” he repeat, while titling his head to the side.

you began to nod rapidly, hoping that he'd release you and give you time to breathe, but that panicked yet excited look in your tear-filled eyes made him want to cum. he raised his eyebrows again, not satisfied with your answer, you then understood that he wanted a verbal response, but your mouth was full of his cock. he loved to degrade you.

you tried to emit a “yes” around him, but your answer was distorted by the wet sound of your throat as you tried to speak against his pelvis. but he only laughed.

“what did you said ? i didn't catch that” teased ethan.

maintaining eye contact with your dom, you tried to repeat your answer, murmuring a “yes” once more, but you couldn't formulate an answer properly from your position, and that was exactly ethan's aim.

“oh, you wanna say something, fucktoy ?” humiliated ethan.

and then you couldn't breathe, you could feel your face turning red from lack of air. your hands urgently went to his thighs, which you slapped to let him know you had no more air. but how he liked that. you started trying to pull your mouth back, but you had no way out, you were pushing chad deeper into your cunt.

“oh ! where are you going? you're staying there, uh uh, keep choking on it. want you to fucking pass out on my dick when i cum.”

your nails were digging into his thighs, drawing crescent moons on his skin. you were whimpering, and he heard it very well. he was watching you cry, taking pleasure in it because he knew they were tears of pleasure. his hand was still in your hair, preventing you from escaping and keeping you against his pelvis, his hair was even starting to tickle your nose from trying to breathe through it.

you tried to open your mouth wide to gather air even with ethan in your throat, but this made more and more drool run down your neck through the corners of your mouth, and ethan was just laughing at you, you were ashamed to admit it but it turned you on even more, ethan being mean with you made you weak and needy.

you closed your mouth around him, giving him a fucked up gaze and you felt him contract in your mouth. he grinned, and pushing your head against him again, feeling his tip rub and hit the back of your throat, he took a moment to contemplate you and then, spit on your face, you closed your eyes, and he started thrusting in and out your throat again, continued to hold you down by your hair. you could hear him grunting little “shit” while he was in your throat, and it made you feel hot.

but chad, sensing you'd had enough, slipped his hand tenderly around your throat, and lifted you up onto all fours, helping you to pull yourself off ethan's cock despite him. ethan's hand then left your head following chad's gesture.

and you took deep breaths of fresh air, started coughing, and tried to breathe properly with chad whispering encouragement to you, he was always so sweet and soft with you while being dominant, you loved it.

“ethan come on, don't be mean with our girl, our sweet little thing, is that right, baby?”

chad leaned down, massaged your throat with his hand on it and kissed your neck, continuing to fuck you, feeling himself coming little by little.

ethan, meanwhile, watched you catch your breath, and ran his thumb over your swollen lips.

“well, it seem like our sweet little thing needs to be put in place”

[euaphora]

BOY YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE, JUST BE MY LOVER ?!

✎ᝰ dark!corrupted!ethan x reader

Ethan would help you every Thursdays, tutoring you after class so you could keep up. He knew you would often get distracted when the professor would ramble and explain the work. He would always look over his shoulder and catch you sleeping or munching on a snack while doodling stars on your work.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled, leaning toward your desk. You looked at him and gave him a quick smile as you offered him some cookies from the ones you brought from your dorm.

The lecture ends and he goes up to you, helping you carry your bag as he has his behind his back. “Ethan, could you please help me with the work from today? I zoned out the entire time.” You ask, looking up at him with your doe eyes and hands being formed in a pray motion. He giggled at you, opening the door for you, “of course but you need to pay attention more

The time read a quarter to nine as you were spread across your bedroom floor with Ethan on the other side of you. He had books stacked up against each other as his physics book was displayed infront of you both. He was explaining the basics of physics, talking about the different formulas and techniques.

All you could think about was how good he looked when he would talk about something he was genuinely interested and passionate about. You just nod at him and give small, “mhm.”

“Ethan, do you have a girlfriend?” You question him as you see him freeze up and slowly look up, eyes pretty widened . “Uh-no! I..don’t have a girlfriend.” He stutters, looking back down.

“How come? You’ve got the looks and personality and who wouldn’t want to?” You giggle out, teasing his dating life. He nervously laughs, joining you as you move closer to him. He backs up a little, thinking he should give you more space.

“Yeah, I don’t really know but it’s not a big deal…” He quickly turned his head away from yours as he looked anywhere but your direction. You grab him from his left cheek as you made him look at you, smiling when he made eye contact with you.

His eyes fixated on your lips then back to your eyes, you got the hint and pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled away, “did I do something-’’ you felt your lips meet his again as you widen your eyes but quickly smile into the passionate kiss.

He grabs onto your hips, not pulling away from the kiss the whole time, making you straddle him. “Can I touch them?” He looks down referring to your titties. You give a nod, softly pulling on his curly hair as you move your hips back and forth. He lifts up your shirt and bra, giving into the soft, plush of your breasts.

He starts by groping them and twisting the bud of the nipple, watching you squirm on top of him. He wraps his mouth around the other one, leaving a little bruise around them. You pull on his hair harshly this time once you feel him roughly bite into your left one.

He lets out a small whimper, getting back at you by harshly smacking your ass then rubbing it so it doesn’t leave a deep mark of his palm, not yet atleast. “Ethan!” You whine out, making him smirk. “You can’t be mad at me, baby. You started this or did you forget?

“God! Just…don’t stop please!” He rocks your hips further and deeper onto his clothes bulge, “I’ve thought about this for so fucking long, you don’t understand.”

[jazzyoranges]

Recollections of the past

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: when you die, Tara struggles living without you

Words: 2k

A/n: thanks for all the love on ‘birthdays and stress’ :D

Warnings: scream 6 spoilers, major character death, angst, hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt), blood, crying, mention of sex

Tara swears she can hear angels sing when you catch her eye. She looks at you, and her heart soars. It might’ve been the booze, it might’ve been the second-hand weed, but something came over her when you looked at her with the utmost adoration. Tara can’t control her body when she starts to lean in closer, and you end up closing the gap.

Your lips fit together like you’d done this hundreds of times before. You pull the smaller girl on top you, and Tara sighs like she’s just been accepted into heaven. Her hands tangle into your hair, and it’s your turn to sigh as she starts to massage the back of your head.

Unfortunately you’re both humans that need air to breathe, but that doesn’t stop you two from diving back into each other when you’re both ready for more.

Tara made sure she had the first pleasure of saying ‘I love you’ only seconds after you asked her to be your girlfriend.

“Little miss eager, are we?”

“I’d come up with a witty remark, but i’d much rather have incredibly soft sex with you”

“God, you’re such a dork. I’m surprised we haven’t done this sooner”

“God can’t help you anymore, baby. You’re all mine, and i’m not letting you go~”

“You’re saying that like it’s a problem”

“I remember the night i realized i was in love with you. Whenever i miss you, i always think about that night. I know i’m always telling you about it, but you were just so… ethereal. I don’t think i’d ever be able to forget how you smiled at me.”

On particularly bad nights when Tara had nightmares about Amber and the Ghostface attacks, you were always there to tell her it’ll be okay. At first Sam wasn’t too approving, but you reminded her of herself. You gained Sam’s trust when you showed up at their front door in the middle of the night looking like you’d just woken up (which you did) and proceeded to let Tara cry into your neck until the sun came up.

You’d rub circles into her back and massage the back of her head until your hands were numb, and the circulation of blood has long since left your fingers. Even before you two were official, you’d give Tara the most tender kisses you could offer her.

When you kissed her nose, she’d scrunch it up and give you the tiniest smile. When you kissed her cheek, she’d giggle and mumble ‘That tickles’ in a barely audible whisper. Finally, when you kissed her forehead, her wrinkles would disappear like they were never there. Only then would you start to lay Tara back down on her bed and let the smaller girl sleep until the afternoon

Tara found your smell intoxicating like a drug. She needed it to sleep, go outside, or do anything. She just need you around her at all times. Tara would steal your clothes just for the days you couldn’t be in her apartment.

“I haven’t washed any of your clothes. Sam tells me they’ll grow mold, but i’d keep them either way. Your mom let me take home most of your clothes. Sometimes i wish you’d bought more so i wouldn’t have to use the same ones every night.”

It’s been 3 weeks since you’ve died, and Tara hasn’t gotten used to the idea of you not being home. After long nights under the sheets with her, you’d make Tara something to eat every single morning after. Your aftercare didn’t stop until you decided your girlfriend was well taken care of.

Breakfast in bed, relaxing baths, Tara may as well be the queen of England with how much you spoiled her. More often than not, you’re up and awake hours before Tara. You use this time to clean up and tidy until your next round of fun times.

You’d wash her clothes, prepare her bag for classes, and clean up the strewn about clothes from the night before. When Tara woke up, she’d be able to hear the sizzling of bacon on a pan, and your less-than-ideal-singing. Tara found it adorable when you’d mess up a lyric or try and hit a high note.

Tara still woke up to bacon sizzling and music in the background, but your voice was no longer there. Maybe you just got tired from singing? Yeah. Definitely that. Tara waited for you to arrive in her room. You usually came in around 9:30 am, but the clock quickly turned into 10:00 am, 11:00 am, 12:00 pm and even 1:00 pm. Before she knew it, Sam was spoon feeding her at 10:00 pm and you still weren’t there.

“Whenever i smell breakfast and you’re not in bed with me, i always assume you’ll come bursting through the door with a smile on your face with a tray of my favorite food. I’ve spent hours waiting for you to show up, but you never do.”

It’s been 2 months since you died, and Tara hadn’t left her room in days. Sam was growing more and more concerned as time passed. She didn’t want to admit it, but Sam was scared. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Her baby sister was hurting, and she wasn’t able to take away her pain. Sam wasn’t dumb. She saw how you two looked at each other. There was nothing but love.

Sam didn’t want to admit it, but you’d won her over long before she showed it. You were a good friend as well. Always offering to be a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. Now you were gone, and Sam didn’t know how to help Tara heal.

After a particularly long night at work, Sam wasn’t met with the silence of an apartment, but the crying of her sister. Sam wanted to do something, but she didn’t know what. So for now she’d be the shoulder to cry on, just as you had been for the Carpenter sisters.

A nervous Sam opened Tara’s door, and she was met with her younger sister curled in a ball while wearing your shorts and shirt. Sam felt tears prick at her eyes from the sight, but she had to be strong. She had to be there for her baby sister. Slowly walking toward Tara’s bed, Sam leaned down to meet her eyes.

“…Sammy?” Tara croaked, and Sam could feel her heart shatter. Tara’s eyes were bloodshot red and her eye bags were such a dark color they rivaled her freckles. Tears were a constant stream on her face, leaving a damp spot on her bedsheets.

“Oh, Tara…” was all Sam could manage before she got into bed with her younger sister. Sam felt like a mother rocking her baby to sleep after a bad dream. God, Sam wished this was a bad dream. The older sister didn’t believe in any deity or god, but that night she prayed. Sam prayed to whoever out there would listen. She prayed her sister would be alright. She prayed her sister would be able to heal. She prayed for this to be a nightmare, and that you’d be alive and breathing the next day. Her last prayer never came true.

“On really bad days, i wear your clothes and put a heat pad on my stomach and pretend it’s you holding me. Sometimes in the middle of the night i can feel a warmth around me. I used to think it was you, but it ended up being Sam trying to comfort me.”

It’s been a year since you died, and Sam has been urging Tara to go outside more. It started off as easy and simple things. Getting groceries, going to the movies, and checking out books at the library. Tara actually got the number of a very pretty librarian. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet. Tara would’ve said she was the one before she’d met you. The librarian — whose name was Katie — asked Tara for her number.

Sam said this could be good for Tara, but they both knew this could only end in one way. Despite this, Tara agreed to a first date. Then a second date. And then a third date at Katie’s apartment.

But Tara’s heart was never in in. Tara felt bad she was wasting such an amazing girl’s time. Her wake up call was when Katie kissed her, and she didn’t feel your lips on hers. Tara cried, and Katie understood she wasn’t the right one. The brunette apologized and apologized, but Katie knew her heart was elsewhere after the first date.

“When other people kiss me, it doesn’t feel right. It feels like i’m cheating on you. I think about the disappointed look you’d have on your face when i come home, but you’re not there to give it to me. I know you’d want me to move on, but i don’t think i can.”

You died ferociously protecting Tara. Punches, kicks, and bites were exchanged. You fought, and you fought hard. But ultimately, protecting Tara was always bound to be your demise. You were battered and bruised when Ethan took the bag off your head.

“Y/N!”

“Not a step closer, Tara.” He pointed the gun at your head. “Or your precious girlfriend over here gets it”

“Fuck you.”

“A lover for a lover. If Richie can’t be alive, neither can she.” He pushes the gun closer to your head, and you have to suppress a shiver at how it’s covered in blood. “You sisters don’t deserve to be happy”

You look up at Tara, and both of you know one person between you two is going to come out of this alive. You decide it’s going to be Tara.

‘I love you’ are the last words you mouth to your girlfriend before you use all your body weight to knock down Officer Bailey and Quinn. A bullet is in your skull less than a second later.

“I still have nightmares, but they’re mostly about you. They’ve gone down with time, but some nights i have to see your face. I can’t tell whether it’s a curse or a blessing most times”

You died when you were only 22. Young and bright-eyed, you were still able to change the lives around you. Mindy shared many of your interests, Anika was your best friend, Chad learned about his love of football through you, and Sam was the sister you never had. But most importantly, you were the love of Tara’s life.

Tara wished she photographed every single moment she had with you. she knows better now. After your death, Tara spent more time with her family — which Chad named ‘The Core Four’. There were sleepovers, game nights, and movie nights way more often now, as per Tara’s request.

Moments with you were only in memory, and she vowed to never let your name leave her mind. So, Tara started to write. At first it was memories and fun moments with you, but it quickly turned into her experiences with Ghostface, and the story of her life. This was only meant for herself, though. Tara saw firsthand how media affects real life.

“I know how much you loved red velvet, so i got you a cupcake. It’s from a new bakery i know you’d like” The brunette sets down a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting and a candle at the base of your headstone.

The shorter girl looks up at the sky, and is met with a rapidly setting sun. “Well it’s getting dark, and i have to leave soon. I don’t want to worry Sam.”

Tara opens a heart-shaped locket around her neck with a picture of you and her in it. Bringing it to her lips, a few stray tears run down her face. “Happy 24th birthday, my love”

[veryberryjelly]

lazy day with ethan landry <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[stargazineyes]

He looks criminally good

[popeheywardssecretgf]

Chad Meeks Martin fics & blurbs

Chad is an Underrated King™

lmk if there's any characters/fics you want me to add

still updating as I read more!

ik this isn't all of them!! (it's mostly ones I liked)

also idk whats going on w/ the links, but they won't go over the full text-- my bad

Personal fav's & ones I consider to be PERFECT= ♡

Fluff

Domestic!Chad♡ Dating College!Chad It's a bad habbit♡ High by the beach (+smut hc's)♡ About you♡ You are in love♡ Dating Chad Meek's Martin headcannons Melodic Love Jealous? (+slight angst) My Girl(+slight angst) "I didn't know you ever were”(+angst) Too busy being yours♡ Pretty Chad Comforting You (+ slight angst) Dating Chad Meeks Martin (pt. 2) Stupid for you Stay with me You're not dead Back Off (kinda angst) I thought I lost you Still love you (+angst) Friday night♡ Is that my shirt? Alphabet: A,C,D (+smut) Chad defending you♡ If you want to

Smut

After Hours♡ High by the beach (fluff + smut hc's)♡ Generous Save a horse, ride a cowboy Threesome w/ Ethan)♡ Hickey's Ride a cowboy I can fix this Tunnel vision Step on me Pussy Eating Chad + Almost getting caught Alphabet: A,C,D (+fluff) Open Arms Car Fingering

Angst

My girl (+fluff) Jealous? (+fluff) "I didn't know you ever were" (+fluff) POV" you fall pf the ladder instead of Anika Chad comforting you (+fluff) Karma

[stainedstardom]

im back with my chad requests

youre at the party and youre dressed like a cowgirl to match chad but you have his leather man on cause we love a good leather man moment and either your ex or some random dude pops up and just wont leave you alone and youre like on the verge of tears at this point and mindy is like nuh uh get tf away and gets chads attention and chad just digs into him then you have a sweet lil kiss scene

you and your chad asks but how I love you for them.

BACK OFF

chad meeks martin x reader!!

parties were supposed to be fun, especially this one. its a Halloween party and what did you do? you matched with chad as a cow girl, he was a cow boy, it only made sense.

however you had his lettermen on to show people that even during Halloween you were his and would always be his. he liked to see it on you and you liked to wear it, it was almost a reward for just simply being his girlfriend.

"hey im going to get a drink , do you want anything?" chad asked you from behind, his hands were on your waist and you turned your head to look at him

"just a water thanks babe" you said as you leaned up and kissed him, he kissed you back with a smile on his face before he walked away.

"god youre so in love its gross, I'm going to find anika" mindy said as she walked away. you leaned against the wall as you looked around,

"y/n y/'l/n is that you?" you heard and you turned your head to see your ex boyfriend making his way over to you

"hey sean" you said uncomfortably

"hey, how have you been?" he asked as he looked you up and down with a smirk on his face.

"im fine and how are you?" you just wanted him to leave

"im good, you know i miss you a lot. we should hang out soon" he said and he put his hand on your shoulder

"dont touch me" you said as you shoved his hand off of your shoulder and he laughed.

"okay come on y/n, you know you miss me" he exclaimed and you shook your head

" i am so better off without you" you told him and he sucked his teeth.

"you dont mean that" he faught. you looked around where was chad?

"youre not getting out of this baby, just accept this" he tried to lean in but chad showed up after mindy had told him that someone was harassing you and wouldn't leave you alone. chad walked over and shoved him off you

"back off fuckface" he stated and sean looked at chad who looked down at you in worry.

"are you okay?" he asked as he looked you over.

"yeah yeah im okay" you told him and sean scoffs.

"hey man, i didnt know she had a boyfriend. she came onto me" sean said and chad turned to look at him

"i suggest you walk away before i beat the shit out of you and no one stops me" chad said as he stared into seans eyes. sean looked at the ground and walked away

"are you sure youre okay?" he asked and you nodded

"i promise im okay. im just happy you showed up at the right time" you told him and he smiled

"I am too" he said and he leaned in as he kissed you and you kissed him back.

he had you and thats what made you feel safe. he had you

a/n: BOYFRIEND CHAD

[theebubblegumbitch]

You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Synopsis: After attending a frat Party with your (soon to be ex-) bf, his behavior leads to a fight between y’all. Good thing Chad is there to comfort you…

Warnings: none for now (maybe in a part two) some angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive ending but not really, Chad being a girlfriend stealing charmer

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You can’t even remember why you agreed to come to this stupid party. And then you feel a familiar hand on your back, your boyfriend Derek had dragged you here… of course. And that’s not to say you didn’t love your boyfriend, of course you did! He could just be… pushy, sometimes is all. He never got physical with you but he sure was stubborn, and didn’t seem very good at listening to you when you said you “weren’t the constantly going out type” which was true. You enjoyed a good party as much as the next girl but, this was like the fourth one had brought you to this week, and it was literally only Thursday! You didn’t seem to understand how he got the energy for all this.

All of a sudden you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Derek’s voice calling your name. “Y/N, hellooo, you okay there babe?” He was looking at you as you came out of your zoned out state, haphazardly waving his drink in front of your face. You hated when he did that, acting like you were some space case in front of your shared friends. “Yea I’m fine, was just thinking is all.” You answered him semi-sheepishly, already slightly tired from the amount of social interaction you had done so far.

“Well don’t hurt yourself pretty, can’t have that gorgeous skin of yours forming premature wrinkles!” He said that to the other guys with a chuckle. But you didn’t find it very funny. In fact it was pretty damn rude, maybe even the rudest you had ever heard him be towards you. You quickly spun around to face him. “Okay first of all, don’t know where the fuck that came from, and second, what the hell! Is that really how you think you should be speaking to me? In front of our friends no less??” You were mad, and the volume of your voice showed it. Any louder and you would’ve caused a huge scene, which was definitely the last thing you wanted. Derek could only look at you with a shocked smile on his face. “Babe calm down okay? It was just a joke you know that.”

You couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to say that instead of apologizing. “Well it sure didn’t fucking sound like one! And even if it did, I clearly wasn’t laughing was I?” Your voice was definitely getting a bit louder now, you even felt your face getting hot. And this douchebag still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Woah Woah Woah, where is all this coming from? Are you okay, I mean are- are we okay cause this feels like a fight babe.” He was slightly laughing as he looked around the living room you were in. It seemed like he was just as paranoid about causing a scene as you were.

“Yes this is a fight Derek! I mean my god, I knew I was smarter than you but come on! A cucumber could put that together!” It felt really good to yell at him, probably too good if you were being really honest with yourself. But you were fed up of all the little building instances of disrespect, so this was definitely necessary. “I seriously don’t know what I did wrong, I mean it was just a joke! It was supposed to funny!” Wow was this man clueless, were your standards really that low? “It’s not just about that one “joke” Derek! It’s about all the little stupid and honestly disrespectful things that you keep doing! Like consistently dragging me to these parties, that I keep telling you I don’t want to come to!” Man did it feel good to get that off your chest, however your boyfriend didn’t look too happy about it.

“What are we even doing right now babe, like what is this? Are we breaking up?” He kinda looked sad now, which is why you felt slightly bad for what you were about to say. “Ya know what Derek yes! We’re breaking up because I simply cannot deal with you anymore!” You said, or rather yelled, that in his face before storming off to the kitchen. Hoping to drown your anger in alcohol and maybe some pop tarts or something. Upon making your way to the counter you grab the first bottle of cheap vodka you see and go to start chugging, when a strong hand on your arm stops you. “Woah careful there tiger, you can’t just go chugging random bottles that could be roofied!” The man spoke as he grabbed the bottle from your hand to lower it back down onto the kitchen counter. You spoke fast without even looking up at him. “Well after my last ten minutes spent here, I really don’t care if I do get roofied, or alcohol poisoned, or blackout drunk or whatever! In fact that’s kind of the goal right now so, move along.” You sajd as you made a shooing motion with your hands towards the man before coming face to face with his abs, and then his face. Holy shit he was attractive. Way more so than your now ex-boyfriend Derek…

Your borderline unethical thoughts were interrupted by his voice yet again. “Well I’m Chad, and I gotta ask, what exactly was so bad about the last ten minutes that made you want to completely disregard your safety? Just curious.” He asked you with an air of sarcastic humor, but he honestly seemed pretty sincere and truth be told, you kinda wanted someone to talk to. “Just broke up with my boyfriend that I came here with. Well he actually sorta made me come here because I didn’t really want to, but that’s not important. Point is he was acting like a dick to me in front of our friends then acted totally clueless when I confronted him about, which made me realize that he’s kinda always been a dick soooo yea. That’s how my night’s going.” You finished your ramblings as you slumped yourself against the counter. You felt relieved to be able to say all of that out loud.

Chad just looked at you for a second, mouth slightly agape from your info-dump. “Well, he sounds like he sucks, and you seem pretty cool so, good on you for getting rid of him!” He somewhat awkwardly raised his hand for a high five, which you reluctantly met. You felt bad for being so unenthusiastic about talking to him, I mean he was being so bubbly and outgoing, letting a complete stranger vent about her relationship problems. “Yea he did suck, and thanks for letting me ramble, I’m y/n by the way.” You finally formally introduced yourself as you went to shake his hand, a habit you had picked up while you were learning to be more polite as a kid. “Ah no problem y/n, and I like the handshake it’s very- gentlewomanly.” You chuckled a little at the phrase. This guy was actually pretty charming, and it definitely helped that he was insanely good looking.

“Ya know you’re actually pretty funny and nice for a guy at a frat party. You don’t really see that a lot ya know?” You were making full eye contact with him now, genuinely enjoying your conversation. “Ah yea I get that a lot, guys kinda hate it cause it means I get a lot of attention from woman and it makes them jealous, but I don’t really care. Half of the guys at this party don’t know how to treat women anyway.” He sounded kinda cocky, but truthfully he was right. College guys were dicks, especially ones who came to frat parties. “Sounded to me like your boyfriend was one of them.”

Okay you were not expecting that. But once again, the gorgeous man in front of you wasn’t wrong. You made sure to look in his eyes as you spoke next, noticing something that you didn’t think was there before. “Yea you’re definitely right about that, looking back I have no idea how I even ended up giving him a chance.” Chad seemed to like that answer, which was good because it was true. Derek wasn’t even really your type. The man that was standing in front of you now was, and you had never been more happy to be a single woman. “I mean I don’t even know you all that well yet but I will say that, you’re absolutely gorgeous, so I’m pretty sure any man in here would be no where near your league.”

And there it was, your opportunity. “Oh yea? You think that includes you Chad?” You framed it as a genuine question, but you already knew the answer. You watched as his eyes flicked to your lips for a second, biting the corner of his lip ever so slightly as he spoke. “I mean, that’s all up to you y/n. I can’t speak for you after all.” And with that you had already decided on your next move, you only had to see if he would take the bait. “Yea I guess you’re right… Anyway I kinda don’t wanna be at this party anymore so I’m gonna walk back to my dorm!” You said as you quickly turned heel to start leaving the kitchen, but not before you said one last thing. “You can walk me back if you’d like, ya know since I don’t have Derek to do it anymore.” You watched as Chad stood up straight with a smirk on his face and walked towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I can definitely do that.”

A/N: oh this one was funnnn~ I seriously love writing for Chad I just NEED MORE IDEAS!! So seriously send me asks I’m lowkey begging 🙏 but anyway thanks for reading and if y’all want I will def do a part two! Y’all’s wish is my command and all that

-With love, from Miss Grace<3

[f4riedimples]

one against all

pairings: Sam carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: fighting, arguments,(I do make it known that reader is “tiny” or at least smaller than the others, breakups, angst, core four not being the BEST friends.

summary: it takes so long to build a relationship but so quick to lose it.

Today was the day! You were finally gonna see your best friend! Core four and Sam didn’t know her that well but when you invited them to her birthday party they immediately excepted.

“hey Sam you almost ready?” You asked excitedly. You and Sam had got together a while ago and you were so excited for her to meet your best friend.

Sam turned around and smiled. “Of course n/n.” She had just put on her bomber jacket and grabbed her keys.

You had told your friends that it was time to leave for the party and they were all set.

the drive there was already amazing! You guys were really looking forward to getting drunk and feeling good.

you almost felt like your idol, Sidney Prescott.

the radio even played some of everyone’s favorite songs. It already felt like you guys were at the party.

once you guys had got there you were immediately greeted to your friends happy face. She had missed you so much!

“hey! These are my best friends Mindy, Chad, and Tara! Then this is my girlfriend Sam!” You smiled and so did they. After They all sent your friend happy smiles you really thought everything was gonna go well.

half way into the night chad already gotten high with Mindy before she went upstairs with some hot girl that she had met, leaving chad chilling on the couch scrolling through is phone while music played.

Tara had been at first just dancing around awkwardly while making small talk every once in awhile with a random person until she was with someone who she knew was gonna be her friend.

Sam on the other hand…you really didn’t know. Was she actually enjoying this party? Most of the time she just looked around with a cold, almost scowl like expression, keeping her hands on her pockets the whole time.

you were dancing with your friend when one of her favorite songs, “broken clocks” by sza had came on and now you guys were really feeling it, drinking and all.

but you could help but notice Sam in the corner. Was she uncomfortable? Being the good girlfriend you were you decided to tell your friend you’ll be right back before going up to Sam.

Her eyes lifted up slightly from whatever she was looking at and she took a deep breath, clearly annoyed.

“Sam, what’s wrong? You seem irritated or just like you wanna leave.” You’re so confused. Before this you had taken small glances at Sam and at the time she looked fine. What was the matter now.

“nothing. Leave it.” She replied sternly. This was so unlike her to have this kind of attitude with you.

and before you knew it you were wondering if everyone was having a bad night. Just then Mindy had came back down, unbeknownst to you.

“Sam what is wrong? Can anything cheer you up? Maybe…wanna dance?” You gave Sam a hopeful smile. You really couldn’t put your finger on it. Sam wasn’t the jealous type so that was out of the question.

“because I don’t wanna fucking be here.” She was now obviously more upset. But it was all so sudden. You take a breath and before you can speak she continues. “This place is trash, these people are trash and I hate it here.”

now that one really caught you off guard.

did she really only come here for you? “Sam please. You just need to get to know everyone better.” You looked a little sad that Sam wasn’t having a good time as that’s what you wanted for everyone.

that’s one of the main reasons you invited them.

Sam sighed and ran her fingers through her hair in distress. She’s obviously sick of this place. Maybe even sick of your friend. before your friends current boyfriend she was known to be “sex positive” and maybe that was the reason Sam didn’t want her around.

so she wouldn’t make you act the Sam.

you mouth a sorry, knowing Sam probably needs her space and time to cool off. You walk away but you don’t immediately go back to your friend.

that would only upset sam more. Instead you opt to go outside for a minute. As you’re standing there you feel a light tap on your shoulder. It’s Mindy.

“yeah?” You asked almost confused. Mindy sighs a little nervous or hesitant. “We should leave.” Your heart doesn’t shatter but your head gets clouded with anger.

“why? Because Sam said so?” Mindy looked almost offended. “Well maybe she’s right. Your friend…isn’t the best.” You tried to hold back your anger.

you had known your friend for so long and she was genuinely a nice person who never tried to get you into that lifestyle.

“but why? Because of the way she is? Why is that your place to judge her?” It honestly hurts that people are judging your friend when she was there for you during your toughest times.

and it also hurt that everyone was on Sam’s side when you had all known each other for Sam amount of time. For years.

Mindy knew this and to you it felt like her loyalty lied with Sam. “I’m not trying to judge her but maybe she isn’t the best person to be around. Yeah she’s changed her ways and hasn’t done that in a while but still.” “still what?! That was in the past!” But to Mindy it didn’t feel like the past. That or she’s just saying anything that would’ve pleased Sam if Sam was with you guys right now.

before she can respond you go back inside. Making your way around is a little hard because of the crowd of people but you make it work.

eventually you see chad with a stern, almost angry looking face while talking to your friends boyfriend. Before you can say anything you feel sam grab you and pull you away.

“just leave it.” She says once again. But you couldn’t let this one go. “No sam! What the Fuck are y’all doing?” You were really starting to get irritated now.

sam didn’t answer you and over all the music you hear Tara arguing with your friend. You immediately turn around ready to defend her but sam is holding you back.

this wasn’t fair. This wasn’t right. Although your friend and Tara were around the same height your friend was literally drunk. She barely even knows what’s going on!

you can see tears in her eyes. She didn’t drink any alcohol that would make her really aggressive. She drank mostly alcohol like red wine which would have her relaxed.

you see the drunk confused tears in her eyes and you feel so bad that it actually almost has you yelling at Tara to get away from her and leave her alone.

Before you know it Tara is throwing first at your friend who sitting on this couch thing with her back turned.

as Tara is beating up your friend it’s like the grip Sam had on you is suddenly as light as paper as you run towards Tara and your friend and pull her off.

Tara is usually never like this but you’re assuming she must’ve drank some hard liquor.

as soon as you pull Tara off she’s suddenly hitting you which you immediately reciprocate, nearly slamming her down to the club floor.

“bitch you’re dumb!” You yell angrily as you continue to beat the shit out of Tara. You were both tipsy and you were angry. Tara just seems like she was a tiny bit angry and wanted a problem.

After a few seconds you get pulled off by Sam and you try to get out of her grasp by thrashing but it doesn’t work. Sam is taller and stronger than you. She could lift you up a few inches in a bare hug and shake you like a rag doll.

Sam is clearly pissed off from you putting your hands on her sister but Chad tries to calm you all down as you guys see Tara’s nose bleeding a little bit.

as you all get escorted out and to the car it’s hard to calm down.

when you’re all in no one knows if everyone is calming down or just doesn’t want to speak. You and Sam are clearly pissed off but you guys keep silent for most of the car ride.

as soon as you guys get to the apartment you get out angrily. When inside it’s like the whole thing starts up again.

“y/n you really shouldn’t-“ Mindy gets cut off as you yell. “What the fuck are y’all’s problems! Y’all don’t even know that girl, she does nothing to y’all!”

Sam takes off her jacket and throws it across the kitchen island in frustration. “Y/n just- calm down. You’re overreacting.” You’re overreacting? Out of everyone YOU’RE overreacting?

“Listen just don’t do anything else stupid alright?”chad tries to chime in and you almost yell before Tara says something.

“you fucking bitch!” She’s obviously still upset about what you did like everyone else and you can tell everyone’s really about to gang up on you in a second.

“I’m the bitch?! You’re the one who attacked my friend for no reason!” You yell back angrily. Tara was NOT the victim.

“just leave it alone.” Mindy speaks cautiously but you’ve had enough. And suddenly everyone’s trying to degrade you and tell you right from wrong.

“stop! That was fucked up! She’s your friend and being a bitch!” Mindy yells at you angrily. Before you know it both of you are running up in the heat of the moment and start to fight.

it’s very brief as even though you guys get a few good hits in you ultimately get pulled away.

“Cmon I’m ready to fight! Win, lose, draw, it don’t Matter! We back in the house ,everyone wanna fight me right?! I’ll fight everyone, I don’t care!” They had truly gotten on your last nerves. How could they do suddenly treat you like this?

Sam stepped in front of you as if you were the one who was gonna need protecting. “Y/n just go in my room. We’ll talk about this later.” She was so firm but you yell back.

“no, fuck that! I’ll fight all of y’all, I don’t give a fuck who got a problem! So if you do just step up, I’ll fight Chad too!” Chad was shocked by this but stayed calm.

“Y’all think just because I’m small that I’m scared of y’all or I won’t fuck y’all up!” It was true. A lot of people thought they could beat you but they couldn’t. No matter the size you were always able to defend yourself.

you were able to embarrass someone taller than you last year on the school stage.

“just go in the fucking room! Now!” You tried to hold back your anger as you stomped your way into the room.

a few minutes later after you slowly started to calm down Sam had finally came in a little more angrier than you still.

“what the hell was that?! First you attack Tara then Mindy? What is wrong with you?!” A part of you wanted to cry. You always loved Sam and you never got this way with anyone in the group.

you were always so nice to everyone until they disrespected you.

you had tears of frustration and almost fear as you spoke. “Because y’all messed with my friend no reason! On her birthday!” Tears fell as it just didn’t feel right for this to happen.

It was supposed to be your friends day. Her special day.

“I know and I guess I’m sorry for that but I just don’t trust her!” Sam tried to defend angrily but with a little remorse as she saw your tears.

“no, you guys ruined her birthday! You guys couldn’t suck it up for one night! Y’all embarrassed her,” you couldn’t help but cry for your friend.

“and y’all know everyone was probably recording! She didn’t deserve that!” Sam sighed trying to calm down as she took a seat next to you on the bed.

“maybe this whole thing should have never happened.” She whispered and you immediately knew what she meant by that. Your biggest fear was finally happening.

Sam saw the look on your face and in your eyes and immediately regretted what came out of her mouth. “Now wait a secon-“ before she could finish you had got up.

“well then fuck it! Since I obviously don’t Matter to any of y’all I’ll just go! Since y’all don’t love me no more then I’m gone! Because y’all are not the same people I nearly grew up with!”

you had tears in your eyes. It hurt but you just couldn’t take it. You grabbed your things and walked out of the room.

Sam tried to run after you, the girl she had loved with tears in her eyes. Everyone turned towards Sam and before they knew it.

you were gone.

[melswifeasf]

Find my way back to you series

Paring: Sam Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Estelle and Sam were each others first love until one day she leaves without a goodbye leaving her behind with only the memories of what they once were. until Tara is attacked by a fucking ghost face.

Part one: Estelle is on duty when Tara Carpenter texts her an SOS.

Part two: Estelle and Sam met eight years ago when Sam stupidly takes harder drugs than she can handle.

Part three: Sam comes back after five years.

Part four: Sam realizes Estelle isn’t the same person she once was.

Part five: Estelles past is darker than anyone truly knew. except for one person; Sam Carpenter.

Part Six: Estelle convinces Dewey to help them.

[mikeyss1ut]

hey girly 🤍 hope ur okay! is it possible for you to write a chad meeks x fem reader angst. i’m dying for one.

Ok this isn’t like super angsty but it’s kind of sad.

Prompt: instead of Anika being on the latter it’s you, the only difference being you live and live through the pain.

It was never your intention of getting with the collage jack ass jock. But when you really got to know him he wasn’t a jack ass after all. He was sweet and caring and he loved you for who you were. But then ghost face attacks hit again and it wasn’t so good for him or you.

It didn’t help that the whole group thought it was you and Ethan. Never trust the love interest. Right? Wrong! Not in this case.

You were airdropped the photo of Quinn being attacked while you were sitting on the couch and glansed up to see Chad running over to you picking you up and holding your hand. He had been at the table with the “core four” that you weren’t in. But hey, if you survived they might let it be the core five!

Quinn’s “life less” frame was pushed out of the door and ghost face appeared. He attacked the first two people he saw. Mindy and Chad. Stabbing Mindy in the leg and Slicing a cut in Chad arm. He went more for Chad though tried to finish him off. But you hit him and then he went to you. And Chad tried to get up but he really couldn’t. Ghost face stabbed you and threw you against the wall.

Tara and Anika had already been out of there but Sam stayed, helped hit ghost face as you 4 gathered in a little room.

Danny, Sams man put out a latter for you guys to climb through, but since you, Mindy, and Chad lost blood it was best Sam went first. Them Mindy. And then…

“Ok, baby you go come on.” Chad said

“No, no, Chad no I- I can’t please just go first I- I’ll be right behind you, ok? “

“No, y/n go first!” He said

“No! GO! Your wasting time just please.” You were already historically crying.

He listened and went first, then you got up.

“Y/n come on baby please you got this don’t look down!” Chad said

“Y/n come on please” they all yelled.

You slowly went across the latter until suddenly the chatter of telling you to hurry stopped.

“W- what?” Then you looked behind you to see ghost face.

“No, oh my god no.” You cried even more. You tried holding your grip but your hand slid off you almost fell, almost. But since you were a little more than halfway to the other side of the window Chads long ass arms grabbed you, and pulled you back up he almost fell out the window too.

You were just about in, but ghost face teased you and shook the latter, you barley held on , until you saw Sams hand, you quickly grabbed on, as your other hand held on to the latter as best as you could. You don’t know how it happed but you managed to get in the window and as soon as you did you fell straight down into Chads arms as he held you and had a sheet he got off Danny’s bed on your wound holding in as much blood as he can.

He pressed a million kisses to your face and just repeated “I’m so sorry.” To you.

As the whole group turned you both the only thing that could come out of there mouths was “I’m sorry we thought it was you.” As Danny called the police.

[imwritingforfun]

Just enemies?

mikey madison x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- mikey madison is a person who everyone wants to be friends with well almost everyone no one knows why mikey and y/n hated each other so much it was probably because y/n decided to join a play for the main role only to find out mikey was doing the same thing

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Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Signing up

2. I can't have anything

3. She can't be fr

4. Let's take a vote

5. It was mine first

6. Could it be?

7. Since when were you friends?

8. It has to be mine

9. Running low on patience

10. I have a confession

11. Sounds like you're crushing

12. bitter taste of jealousy

13. Can't talk leave a message!

14. They aren't answering

15. Maybe I am crushing

16. Everything is going wrong

17. This can't be happening

18. Not your fault

19. Getting asked out

20. Our first date

21. It's official

22. You're the second choice

23. Congratulations on the part

24. Tba

25. Tba

(I'm gonna wait awhile before I start writing for jack again)

[parkerflix]

—high hopes

ethan landry x gn!reader + hint of chad meeks-martin x gn!reader

wc: 0.8k

genre: angst, love triangle, open ended ending, e2l & f2l, e2l is one sided thought yk the vibes

synopsis: ethan held out hope that his thoughts were wrong.

a/n: for like the 3 people who asked for a part 2 to i hate u <3, ily ! also i am opening requests! send wtv my way and i’ll try my best!

taglist! @l5byrinth @knightinshiningdenimjeans @pedrettilov3r

ethan had always had an inkling of a crush on you. it wasn’t something you had seemed to be aware of, and he was grateful that you weren’t. unlike him, he was perceptive on your feelings & the feelings of others around him.

so when he had introduced you to his friend group, his interest was piqued when chad, the nicest one out of all of them seemingly disliked you.

he hadn’t bothered to confront chad about it, mainly because he just seemed to steer clear of you. ethan knew it bugged you, and you weren’t sure how to fix it. he didn’t want to tell you that chad was acting that way because he liked you, that might just ruin his chances.

he was always acutely aware of how you tended when chad came into the room whenever you were over, or how you would try to converse with him and get chad to join whatever you were doing. ethan figured you acted like that to try to get on chad’s good side, never quite understanding why you weren’t liked by him.

today was different than most days, you hadn’t come over due to having an impromptu study session with mindy. ethan understood that you were busy, but he was missing your presence in the dorm. you were over more often than not, and if you weren’t at his place you was at yours instead.

he was laying on his bed, trying to write his philosophy paper when he heard the jingling of keys. chad wasn’t aware, but ethan had managed to make you your own copy of their key. turning his head, his heart swelled with hope that it was you, coming over even though it was later than you normally came.

unfortunately for him, it was just chad, giving him a wave and closing the door. he was busy seemingly on the phone with someone, dropping the bags of takeout on their wobbly table.

chad made his way over to his bed, flopping onto the mattress, and ethan just eyed him curiously. chad finished his conversation and hung up, taking a quick glance around the room, a frown appearing on his face before it was replaced with a nonchalant look. ethan had caught the frown, not wanting to confront the bigger man.

“where’s your friend?” chad asked, catching ethan off guard.

ethan made his way from the bed to the table, rummaging through the takeout bags. chad had picked up italian (your favorite). he saw at the bottom of the bag what presumably was your food, your favorite from the restaurant.

“uhm, they’re with mindy for a study session.”

chad let out a hum, going back to his phone and letting the conversation die.

ethan grabbed his food, sitting on his bed, fiddling with the container lid trying to sort his thoughts.

“do you like them?” the words had left his mouth quicker than he could register it.

“what?” chad quickly looked up from his phone, eyeing ethan.

“it’s a simple question, do you like them?”

chad rolled his eyes, sitting up on the mattress.

“no.”

“you’re a horrible liar.”

“what does it matter anyways?”

ethan stilled at the question. he had known you for what felt like forever, and he had yet to make a move. he wasn’t even fully sure if you shared the same feelings, not with you focusing on chad every time he was near.

“it just matters.”

“that’s a shit answer dude.”

“and?”

“you can’t just question people if they like someone out of the blue for no real reason.”

“it mattering is reason enough.”

chad exhaled loudly, a sign he was starting to get agitated.

“it’s really not, do you have something to say to me?”

“do you like them?” ethan asked, hoping to get a truthful answer out of his roommate.

chad ran a hand through his hair, quiet for a moment before answering.

“not that it matters, but i do. but i’m not expecting nor do i want something to happen.”

ethan knew chad was lying with that second statement, he had seen the way chad secretly took care of you, not wanting you to know. he let out a sigh, running his hand over his face.

“i knew it. fuck why do you have to like the same person i like?”

both of them got quiet after that, a beat of silence before they both heard the sounds of your tamogachi keychain, signaling you were there.

you opened the door, and waved to both of them, neither one of them moving. after closing and locking the door, you made a beeline for the table, picking up your food.

“my favorite! you guys are seriously the best.”

chad had a pained look on his face, making your heart clench for some reason. ethan seemingly had enough of whatever moment you were having with chad, grabbing his coat and walking out the front door, muttering something unintelligible.

you stared at the door, not knowing who you should check on, whether it be ethan or chad.

[ultralightpoe]

Karma - Chad Meeks

Karma - Chad Meeks

Authors Note: Second part to the Midnights Event, if you love Taylor Swift then go check that out. And make sure to put in your request for SOUR!

MIDNIGHTS EVENT

Word Count: 5717

Warnings: A lot of slut shaming, ghostface

The amount of times i rewrote this and STILL HATED MY WORK LMAO

Enjoy!

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax.  This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut. 

All you had to do was wait. 

But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell. 

Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do. 

But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks,  who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor. 

He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation. 

He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table. 

You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.

  But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare. 

“So who is the dick?”

“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”

“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”

“Ex.”

“What’d he do?”

You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well . 

But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in. 

You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you. 

“So you’re the enemy right now?”

“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do. 

“Let’s take him down then.” 

“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him. 

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”

“So?”

“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready. 

So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did. 

But it wasn’t your business. 

“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to. 

“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”

“I do not sound that robotic.” 

“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”

You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you.  “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”

“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you. 

“Let’s take this fool down!”

So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor. 

When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast. 

Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone. 

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone. 

Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.

Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging. 

“That was bullshit.”

“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”

“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”

“Never seen a single game.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”

You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly. 

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt. 

The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch. 

You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group. 

But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass. 

Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser. 

For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back. 

Oh…right. The Karma Game.

Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?

“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you. 

“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?” 

“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else. 

Spider-boy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

The game only amplified from there. 

Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off. 

Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games. 

And your crush on him had been rapidly growing. 

Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all. 

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win.  “When they go low, we go lower.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger.  “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”

“Because he posted those photos of you!”

“They are just photos.”

“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general. 

“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”

His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly. 

“How about another time?” He whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Turns out that was a big lie. 

Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy. 

You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again. 

Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)

He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it. 

Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff. 

Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.  

He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that. 

Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free. 

Read. 

How wonderful…….

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps. 

“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say. 

“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor. 

“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning. 

“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone. 

“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”

“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek. 

“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him. 

“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”

“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in. 

At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds. 

He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything. 

“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off. 

“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?

Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle. 

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

(I'm still, I'm still here)

“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?”  You snap, taking the seat  across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”

“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones. 

“Save WHAT?”

“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”

“Excuse me?”

“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”

“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”

A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian.  “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”

“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”

Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!” But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”

“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”

“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain. 

“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”

He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.

“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet. 

Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks. 

You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.

And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween. 

This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?

So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever. 

Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed. 

And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there. 

So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that. 

He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you. 

“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”

“I think I’m sick of the masks.” 

“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”

“I don’t even have a costume.” 

“Yes you do.” 

And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad. 

Until you waltzed in. 

Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him. 

“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look. 

“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”

“Third party?”

“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you. 

“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”

“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight. 

He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door. 

He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”

“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”

The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”

You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”

“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”

Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”

You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it. 

“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”

You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom. 

Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned. 

He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”

But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)

Karma's a relaxing thought

The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply. 

And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball. 

“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle. 

“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun. 

“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow. 

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes. 

“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”

So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up. 

“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, just a really bad prank-” 

“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”

“And who was batman?”

“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts. 

“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off. 

“So why are you in my bed?”

“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off. 

“I would never say that.”

“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”

“SHUT UP!”

Karma's a relaxing thought

“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks. 

“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert. 

“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled. 

“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun. 

Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .