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[corpsebasil]

Karma Part 4 aka the FINALE

with his life in your hands, it’s up to you to be with the masked killer you’ve grown to love

He held onto you, glaring with a ferocity you’d never seen before at Detective Bailey and Quinn.

Quinn, who was back from the dead, and Bailey, who was… You glanced up at Ethan’s face, examining his features for any resemblance. Ethan’s father. Ethan stood between you and the others, Sam and Tara both armed with bricks. They’d been stunned to realize Ethan was a Ghostface—more so when they realized you knew. But in your hurried explanations, that he’d defended you, hadn’t killed anyone else, their hate turned into uncomfortable apprehension.

“That bitch,” Quinn was saying, pointing her knife at you. “should’ve been my kill. I had her, E. Where the hell do you get off attacking me?”

“I told you to leave her alone.” He argued, still keeping one arm around you as he glared at his sister. He hadn’t worn the costume; he’d burned it, actually, right after the two of you had… “She’s mine. You can’t take her away from me. Not this one, one thing in my life that’s worth a damn.”

“She’s a girl, Ethan.” Quinn growled, still glaring at you. “What did that little slut do to change your mind? Did she spread her—”

“Shut up, Quinn.” Ethan’s tone was lethal. “You want her, you can go through me.”

Tara was backing away, passing a brick into your hand as you stood stock still, watching the two siblings trade verbal blows. You had goosebumps across your skin; Quinn, the girl you’d done makeup with before school, the girl with whom you’d had a Dunkin tradition on Sunday mornings, had tried to kill you? You two weren’t extremely close, but you thought that she’d liked you, at a minimum.

“Why Quinn?” You asked, voice raw as you stared at the ginger. “What did I ever do to you?”

“You were never supposed to be involved.” Detective Bailey cut his daughter off, casting his steely gaze to your own. You shrank underneath the weight of his stare. “Here’s the deal, young lady. Get out now, leave Ethan to us, and you can live. Doesn’t that sound fair?”

Your eyes cut to Ethan’s. His gaze was pained as he looked at you; when he slowly nodded his head, you balked.

“They can do whatever they want to me.” He murmured, brown eyes scanning your face. “As long as you’re safe.”

“No,” you shook your head, eyes widening. “no, E, I’m not gonna—”

“Let them have him.” Sam ordered you, and you glanced over, horror filling your expression. “He deserves it. Get out of here, Y/N.”

“I won’t.” You snapped, staring at your friend. “How could you ask me that? What if I asked you to leave Danny?” You spun to Tara, her own expression twisted. “Or Chad?”

“Chad is dead.” She said, voice tight.

“We don’t both have to lose people today.” You pleaded, looping your arms tighter around Ethan. “You can fuck yourself.” You told Quinn, and her expression promised violence. “And you.” You looked to Bailey, glaring harder. “You’re the most pathetic excuse for a father I’ve ever met.”

“You had your chance.” Bailey said, and nodded to Quinn, who lunged.

Sam and Tara swung with their bricks as Ethan hauled you away, your breath hitching as he tugged you back, back, back, your heart rate spiking to a dangerous level. And then Quinn, god knows how, was there, having had escaped Sam and Tara, and shouted a curse at the two of you.

“Join your bitch in hell.” Quinn snarled and slashed out.

Your world shrank to pinpoint.

You screamed, screamed, as the blade tore through Ethan’s abdomen. He staggered backwards, choking on a gasp, and dropped to the floor. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t breathe as the boy you were in love with clutched as his middle, blood seeping rapidly out of the wound.

“Fuck you.” Quinn said, pointing her knife at you.

“Fuck you.” You spat back, and swung your brick.

You barely felt the impact.

She fell to the ground, teeth knocked out, but you didn’t stop. You felt insane—utterly insane as you slammed the makeshift weapon home over and over and over. You didn’t realize you were keening, tears running hot down your face, until someone grabbed your collar and yanked you away.

“No!” You gasped, the brick falling from your bloodied fingers, and Sam smacked you across the face so fast and violent your teeth cut into your cheek.

“Calm down.” She ordered, shaking you by the shoulders when she faced you. “Calm the fuck down. She’s dead. Christ.”

“Ethan—” You choked out, pointing, and Sam’s concerned stare turned hateful as she looked at him. “Sam please.” You begged, fighting her grasp so you could move towards him. He was laying flat on his back now, face screwed up with pain, his hand trembling against his wound. “Please please. I won’t ask you for anything else. Just help me.” She followed your eyes to the closest exit. If you could just get him to the hallway, maybe you could somehow break out. “Please I cant live without—”

“God, fine.” She snapped, letting go of you to help lift him. You had no idea where Bailey or Tara was but, based on the fact that you’d just bashed his daughter’s skull in with a brick and his son had betrayed him, you weren’t sure if he was going to stick around.

The two of you moved to Ethan, lifting him by the shoulders and tugging him towards the hall. A moan of pain left his lips and you choked back a sob, tears filling your eyes as you looked down at him. You were muttering reassurances, trying to convince the both of you it was okay, when Sam left to find her sister.

You kept him tucked in the corner of the hall, as far away from the fight as you could manage, as you slowly peeled up his shirt. You almost gagged. Short of his guts hanging out the wound was devastating, and you saw the tears in his eyes as he trembled.

“Baby,” you touched his face, his sleepy eyes moving to your own. “baby what do I do? I don’t know how to—”

“Duct tape.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “My backpack. Use the—the duct tape.”

You dove for his backpack, rummaging through it until you found the desired material. You yanked off a strip and began taping his abdomen shut, trying not to retch when his cries of pain met your ears. You were crying steadily now, your hands shaking, when there was finally nothing left to tape up.

“Can you—” Ethan swallowed, his speech slurring as he panted. “Just, stay with me? I just…want to be with you when..”

“No.” You shook your head, sliding onto the ground beside him and looping an arm over his chest. You pressed your face against his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m not leaving you. I cant.”

“You know I love you, Y/N.” He murmured, and you choked back a sob, your lips pressing kisses against his neck and shoulder. And then you tensed, hearing the click of a gun, and turned.

“Isn’t this a pretty picture.” Detective Bailey mused, gun at his side. “A real Romeo and Juliet story.” He pointed the gun at Ethan and you practically snarled at the man, shielding his body the best you could with your own. “You threw it all away on some girl.” He sneered, glaring at his son, who gripped your arm as hard as he could.

“Y/N, go.” Ethan breathed, wincing as he fought to prop himself up.

“You wanna kill him?” You asked, glaring at his father. How such an amazing boy came out of him, you had no idea. “Shoot me first.”

“Whatever the lady wants.” He replied, aiming for your head, and you stared with defiance as Ethan gasped, your ears vaguely picking up his begging protests.

The gunshot went off.

Bailey lurched to the side, dropping to the ground, as Sam stood before you, a gun of her own pointed at the bastard’s head. You were panting, heart racing, sure you were seconds away from following your boyfriend into death.

“He talks too much.” Sam muttered, and looked to you, concern filling her eyes. “Y/N, get up.”

“No.”

“Y/N, he’s not going to make it we need to—”

You felt feral. Absolutely wild as you glared at her, your grip on his hand, the hand that had reached out to hold yours during your execution, tightening.

“Help him. Help him and I’ll come with you.” You felt miserable as you laid your head back on his shoulder, your mouth quivering as you held him as tight as you dared with his injuries. “Ethan, come on. Stay awake for me.”

He grunted in response, turning his head to kiss your own, and Sam made a sound of both annoyance and defeat.

“Seriously? We need to—”

Doors burst open somewhere and you tensed, watching as officers entered the room led by Danny. You could’ve sobbed in relief as you saw medics entering, Sam immediately directing them your way. You murmured the updates to Ethan, whose eyes were closed, before you stilled. He was completely cold.

“E?” You whispered, sitting up. Without your presence his head lolled to the side; Ethan’s skin had gone pale and, when you picked up his hand, it felt limp in your own. “Ethan?” Your vision went white.

You were vaguely aware of the medics moving around you as you stared, ears ringing, at the boy that you loved. The boy that was dead.

“Sweetheart?” Fingers snapped in front of your face and you blinked slowly. “Sweetheart, come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

You pointed at Ethan—no, tried to point, because your body refused to move. You just stared. Stared and stared, as hands gripped you under the arms and lifted you. And then Danny was scooping you up, your eyes never leaving Ethan as the medic closest to him pressed her fingers to his neck, another examining the duct tape.

You turned away.

-

It had been four months since the theater attack.

Four months since you’d had to fight for anything—since you’d needed to fight. But now you stood in your apartment, breathing deeply, the weapon at your side clenched tight in your hand.

Your enemy stood hardly ten feet away, glaring back at you with just as much ferocity. His dark eyes never left your own as you spoke, forcing as much bravado as you could into your tone.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire.”

The boy snorted, his eyes lighting up with wry amusement.

“Your new empire?”

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“Y/N, my allegiance is to the Republic. To Democracy!

You clicked the button on your battery-operated lightsaber at the same time as Ethan, and tried not to laugh.

“If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy.”

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” He snapped back, taking a step forward. “I will do what I must—”

“AHHH!” You shrieked, charging, before Ethan had hardly gotten the last word out. He yelped as you tossed away your lightsaber and jumped on him, toppling the both of you to the ground.

“Hey, hey!” He protested, rolling you onto the living-room floor. He pinned your arms with his hands and shook his head, staring at you with disbelief. “You had another line. One more line. You always do that.”

“Next time I’ll be Obi-Wan.” You giggled, squirming around in his grasp.

“You’re a mess, you know that?” He asked, rolling his eyes, and moved off. “Can we watch the trilogy next? I wanna see Kylo Ren.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, reluctantly moving to your feet as he went to make popcorn in your kitchen. “Can we watch something else? What about a Barbie movie?”

“Absolutely not.” Ethan scoffed, turning to give you a comically disturbed look. “You tortured me last week with that marathon.”

“It was only, like, the best ones.”

“It was seven hours. Seven hours of singing and dresses and—”

“Ethaaan.” You whined, dashing over to wrap your arms around his waist. “Don’t you love me?”

“Obviously.”

“Then what’s one more Barbie movie?”

“Dear God.” He rubbed his eyes as you hugged him tighter, turning your head to press kisses to his chest. “Fine. Fine. But I’m picking it out.”

“You always give in.”

“I cant resist you.”

You smiled as he ran his hand over your cheek and kissed you, his other hand slipping into your hair to tug your head back. You let out a sigh as you sank into him, your fingers moving to run along his waist, then under his shirt and— You stiffened and he moved back.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked a few times. Then you lifted the material of his shirt up, eyes running across the long, slightly raised scar on his abdomen. You ran a hand over your mouth and dropped his shirt, avoiding his eyes when he tugged you straight back into his arms.

“I’m fine, now. Remember?” He jostled you a tiny bit, a calm smile still on his face. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

It had taken weeks of therapy. Many, many times where you forced yourself to hang out with your friends. And way too many nights sleeping in a hospital chair, waiting for Ethan to recover.

The doctors said that it was a miracle he’d survived. That he must’ve been holding on to something—that he was a fighter. And now that he was healed physically, the both of you were doing your best to heal mentally, as well.

“Y/N?” Ethan cupped your face and looked at you, eyes scanning your own. “Together, remember? We get through this together?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed, ignoring the tightness in your chest. “Always.”

“Then let’s go watch a damn princess movie.” He smirked at you as you let out a trembling laugh, then you squeaked as he planted aggressive kisses all over your face, not freeing you until you were wiggling away from him. “Love you.” Ethan said, pulling you close, and kissed you again.

HELLOOO THE END AND THANKS TO EVERYONE THAT STUCK AROUND

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[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:PROLOGUE

Ethan Landry X OC

Warning: blood,language,pregnancy,violence, mentions of smut.

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October 31st Halloween

"Great Job. Both of you." Bailey praised the two Ghost faces on both his right and left. "You?" Tara asked shocked. The three sisters stood there across from Bailey and the two masked figures. "Yeah. Of course me. Frankly, I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us."

"What do you mean "us"?" Scar looked at the two Ghost faces, still curious who was behind the masks. The taller Ghostface on Baileys left grabbed the bottom of their mask to slowly reveal the culprit underneath.

Scarlett's heart stopped for second and her breath hitched. Her throat felt warm and if she swallowed it could cause a breakdown. Seeing her boyfriend's face come out from under the white plastic. She started to shake her head in disbelief as Ethan shot a sadistic smile their way.

"Ta-da!" Bailey laughed looking over at the three sisters and back at his son. "No." Scarlett whispered. Sam and Tara looked over at their sister. Sam knew her pain. It's a horrible feeling knowing the person you love was the one who wants to hurt you. What they didn't know was there was more to it than their relationship now.

"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck! It felt good to kill him! And you-" Ethan pointed his knife over to Scarlett. "You know how easy it was to make you love me." Ethan laughed causing Scarlett's heart to once again drop.

"Didn't take much after that to fuck me. Did it?" She felt sick, unfortunately for her in this situation it could be a number of things. Her eyes letting the tears escape her quietly as she stood there in disbelief as the two stood their smiling.

"Recognize this? This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family...." Ethan pointed his knife the the beat up Ghostface mask he's been gallivanting in. "Wait for it." Bailey interrupted. ".....My names not Ethan Landry. Is it dad?"

""Dad"?" Scarlett questioned as Bailey started laughing. He brushed a piece of Ethan's hair out of his eyes then gripped his shoulder. He was proud. "Wait. If it's you two, that just leaves..." Sam Gulped before continuing. "Mindy?"

The last Ghostface lifted the mask revealing the final accomplice. "Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?" The three were taken back. No, no that couldn't be possible. She was dead, Quinn was dead. Scarlett took her attention away from the redhead back to her boyfriend or now ex in his dark robe. Their eyes met and Ethan shot her a smirk.

"Yeah because you died!" Tara exclaimed. "Kind of didn't. Though it was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing." Quinn explained. "Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." Bailey smiled proud of his children.

"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Quinn held up her mask as she walked around the display cases and placed it on the mannequin head. Scarlett watched Ethan go around the display on her right and place the mask on the mannequin with Nancy Loomis's old bloody clothes.

Scarlett watched as he gave her a quick wink with his once lovable browns. Which have turned to an unrecognizable dark cold tone. "Nice. That's number three. That's two. Which leaves your father's. This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on." Bailey pulled out Billy Loomis's mask out of his jacket. Scarlett was trying to focus back and forth from Bailey back to Ethan. Who was perched over the display with hunger, ready to attack given the word.

Sam looked at the mask in Bailey's hand then back up at Bailey himself. He had to be crazy. Clearly he was Sam thought to herself. "Fuck you!" Sam spat as she knocked the mask out of Bailey's hand. Ethan quickly leaned over the display and sliced Sam's shoulder. "You stay the fuck away from them!" Scarlett yelled at Ethan as Sam held her wound. Ethan chuckled at Scarlett as he moved around the displays. Tara grabbed a brick back up from the floor ready incase she had to strike.

"What? What is this? You did this as a family?" Sam turned to Bailey as she held her bleeding shoulder. "Hell yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone." Quinn stomped forward towards Sam but was quickly cut off by Tara and Scarlett.

"They're still not getting it." Ethan laughed as he walked over next to his sister. Knife extended ready to strike again. Scarlett looked down at his knife then back up at Ethan and Quinn. "I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro. It wasn't me!" Sam tried to explain. "Oh we know that. Of course you didn't. You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?" Bailey gestured behind Sam. Sam turned around to see Quinn holding up her hand with the knife in it.

"Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it was to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?" Quinn explained. "Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate their character first. So when Dad here "discovers" your horribly mutilated bodies..." Ethan started.

Scarlett gulped the pressure in her throat back down as she listened to Ethan talk about mutilating them. Her thoughts were paused when Quinn lunged forward a bit in front of Tara causing her to squeal. "...posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands." Ethan finished as he pointed the knife at Sam.

"Exactly! Thats why it's the perfect alibi. And all the best lies are based on the truth. You're a killer. Just like your father." Bailey pointed his finger at Sam. "No, I'm not!" Sam yelled. "Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!" Quinn shouted.

"What are you talking about?" Sam shook her head. "You said your brother died in a car accident." Scarlett looked at Quinn confused. "Oh no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro...." Ethan pointed his knife at Scarlett then back at Sam "...at the hands of your bitch sister." Scarlett looked over at Sam and Tara who had the look of realization on their faces."You're Richie's family." Sam turned to Bailey. "Yeah." Bailey whispered as he slowly nodded.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding! She's finally starting to get it." Ethan stepped forward and plunged his knife in Sam's chest near her shoulder before quickly pulling it out. "Go! Go!" Scarlett grabbed Sam's hand as Tara followed. Scarlett pushed over the mannequin display of Nancy Loomis's mask and outfit to create an opening in the display circle that was once blocking them in.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd actually done to him that I knew." Bailey yelled. Ethan and Quinn quickly ran around the display on either side to block off the two. Scarlett grabbed a brick off the ground. Ethan stepped towards her but quickly stepped back dodging a swing from Scarlett. "That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with anyone else who stands in our way."

Sam applied pressure to her arm once more as she stepped in front of Quinn blocking her from Tara and Scarlett. Sam's eyes darkened as she looked glanced up at Quinn. "There she is. There's the fucking killer." Quinn held her knife up to Sam's throat. "Real great parenting job by the way." Scarlett snarked at Bailey. "Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn yelled as she took the knife away from Sam's throat and pushed Scarlett back through the whole they created in the display ring. "Shit." Tara muttered as the two followed their sister. "You okay?" Sam helped her Scarlett up. Ethan and Quinn quickly made their way back to the sisters, holding their knives up behind them.

"Have I been a perfect Dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark. But Richie really loved them. He loved them! He even made a few of his own. Did you know? Did you know?" Bailey turned around to watch the projector behind them play Richie's self made Stab movie.

"There's a very special nod between a father and his first son." Bailey added. Scarlett turned her head to see Ethan behind her. A frown on his face he was trying not to let show, tears in his eyes he was trying to now let fall. He's attention was drawn to the curtain with the projection above them. His eyes landed back down on Scarlett. Thats when she knew. He was doing this not only for Richie.

"Which is why I helped him build this collection." Bailey turned around gesturing to all the artifacts around them. "This was all his?" Tara asked looking at the displays around her. "Yes, he's a very passionate collector. And he inspired others. We had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good ole Detective Bailey would've just stumbled on it. But I didn't have to because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son. Which is why this is where you have to die, Sam. Surrounded by all the things he loved the most." Bailey explained.

"What happens next? After you're done with us you just disappear?!" Sam exclaimed. "No! We got to hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through..." Sam looked over at her sisters and down at their hands. A brick in each then back up at the two. "....because everybody dies Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies." Bailey lifted his gun up to Sam.

"Yeah!Fuck yeah they do!" Quinn yelled. "Now put on the mask." Bailey hissed. "He was so pathetic." Sam panted as she shook her head. "What?Thats not true." Bailey objected."Yeah, your son, he was a man-baby who made his girlfriend so all the killing." Sam continued to taunt.

"He was a strong, virile young man!" Bailey gripped his gun harder. "He was a limp-dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat." Sam spat. "Shut the fuck up!" Quinn yelled as she lunged forward to Sam. Scarlett quickly gripped the brick and swung at Quinn knocking her to the ground coughing up her own blood. Suddenly the sound of gun shots rang through the air. The three turned to see Kirby firing off. Bailey quickly made his way behind the curtain to another hallways escaping the shots.

Quinn used all her strength at the current moment and lifted herself up off the ground. She tried her best to run behind the curtain to follow her father. "Sam come on!" Tara yelled as her and Scarlett tried to make a run for it. Ethan sprinted towards Kirby and quickly threw her to the ground. He grabbed another knife in the pockets of his robe.

"Recognize this?" Ethan held up the older scarlet covered blade. "Fuck you." Kirby spat. Ethan in one swift movement jabbed the knife into Kirby's abdomen. Ripping the flesh of the scar before it. "Fuck" Kirby groaned.

Grabbing a brick from the rubble on the ground beside her, Sam ran up behind Ethan. Who was currently still taunting Kirby from above her. She rammed the side of his head with the brick causing Ethan to fall over in pain. Sam hurried over to Kirby lying on the ground, knife in her old scar. "Sorry, but I kind of need this." Kirby groaned as Sam quickly grabbed the knife lodged in Kirby's abdomen."Fuck em up." Kirby panted.

"Sam come on!" Scar yelled as her and Tara stood by the end of the ladder next to the wall to lead them upstairs. Sam put the knife in her belt then froze. She looked over to Ethan on the ground unconscious. Now was her time. He was out, he couldn't fight back. Sam turned to look back at her sister waiting by the ladder.

Tara anxiously waiting for her to move while Scarlett looking at her and back at Ethan. Her eyes full of fear and worry. Sam looked back at Ethan. "Damn it." She muttered before turning back at the two.

"Go! Go! Go! I'll meet you up there!" Sam told them. Tara hesitated as her hands froze on the wood.

"Where are you going?" Scarlett asked. "Scarlett just  go!" Sam yelled before disappearing through the curtain on the stage.

"Tara go!" Scarlett instructed as her sister started climbing the ladder. Once Tara hit the top she turned toward her sister below. "Go! I'm right behind you." Tara nodded once again at her sister's instructions and started making her way down the hallway. Scarlet grabbed the sides of the older wooden ladder climbing the first two steps.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ethan grabbed Scarlett's right leg as she went for the third step. Grabbing her hard as he tugged her down the ladder. "No. No. No." Scarlett pleaded as she hit the ground trying to get away. Ethan reached down and with his left, he grabbed Scarlett by the throat. Ethan lifted her up and slammed her against the wall next to the ladder.

"Hi there, Princess. I was hoping I would get just one more time with you alone. Remember the last time I had you pinned against a wall?" Ethan smirked. "Fuck you." Scar gasped as Ethan's hand applied pressure. "No, no, no sweetheart we already did that remember?" Ethan chuckled.

Scarlett flinched as Ethan quickly brought his knife up to the brick on the wall behind her. The sound of scraping rang through Scarlett's ear. His grip getting tighter on her throat. "Ethan." Scar moaned trying to get more air.

"Sounded like that too." Ethan brought his lips to her ear close to his knife. "Why? Why me? Why do this?" Scarlett asked. "Were you not paying attention? At all!" Ethan exclaimed. "You know that's not what I meant." Scarlett needed to know.

She knew this wasn't the same Ethan she had learn to love. That Ethan was just a mirage. She needed to know why he would do this though. Why take the extra step to be with her? "Consider it plot."

"You know doing this isn't going to make your dad love you more." Scarlett's words snapped something inside him. He took her body off the wall only to slam it back into it again. Scarlett groaned in pain as she felt the sting in the back of her head from the bricks. "I don't need him to love me."

"It really seems like you do. Like you're doing this for him not for you." Her words weren't helping his anger as it was starting to spill over. "I'm doing this for me you bitch!"

"Scar! Scarlette! Scar!" Scarlett could hear her sisters call out for her. Tears slowly escaped her eyes. Ethan took his thumb and wiped away her ongoing tears. She could feel the cold metal of the knife. The knife with her sister's blood on it on the side of her face. With the same hand he's using to wipe her tear could be the same one to kill her any second.

"I want you to know I did love you at some point." Ethan leaned his forehead onto hers. The words made Scarlett's tears fall faster. "Ethan. Ethan I-" Scarlett stuttered. "But that's just not enough." Scarlett saw Ethan move his hand back with the knife ready to plunge. Panic set in her. She didn't want to but she knew what she had to do. She went into full panic mode as she yelled-

"ETHAN!! NO WAIT!! I'M PREGNANT!"

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Chapter one up now!!!

[catoslvt]

Ethan Landry x Reader

Dewey and Gales daughter.

Afterscream 6, he wasn't ghostface.

Woodsboro isn't far away from New York.

You're both 21 here 🫶

"Ethan?" I quietly say as I look up at him, my voice almost a whisper as I'm not sure if he's sleeping.

"Hmm?" He responds.

"Did I wake you?" I ask him and he looks down at me and shakes his head.

"I've been up for a few minutes." He answers as he presses a kiss to my head.

I smile at him before gulping slightly, I've wanted to ask him for a while to visit the my dads grave but I never did ask, I think it sounds absurd for my boyfriend to visit my dead dad.

"Would you like to visit my dad's grave with me? I normally go to his grave every month and place new photos and flowers. If you think it's weird, then it's okay. I understand, but I just thought I should ask." I cautiously ask, and ethan smiles widely at me.

"Y/n, it's not weird. I think it's cute what you do for your dad, I'd love to come." He answers and I smile and pull myself closer to him.

"We don't even need to be there for long. It's just so I can give him the flowers and photos, oh and also give my aunt tatum her flowers." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"We can spend as long as we want there, I know how close you two were, especially after the divorce, so if you want, we could take some picnic stuff." He offers and I quickly sit up and stare at him, my eyes watering with happiness.

"Are you sure? Because right in front of his grave, they built a bench for him because he helped stop the murders for so long but you don't need to come just because you feel bad." I quickly tell him, the happiness almost radiating off of me.

"Y/n! I'm one hundred per cent sure I want to come." Ethan says before he sits up and carefully cups my face before kissing me.

Minutes later, I'm running into the kitchen where my mom stares at me confused.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" She quizzes and I jump around the kitchen, almost crashing into ethan when he walks up to us.

"Ethan is coming to see dad with me." I exclaim happily, and my moms face quickly turns into a smile.

"Is that okay if I go today? We're gonna take the train to Woodsboro, and we're also gonna pack a picnic to eat at dad's bench." I tell her happily, and she pulls both ethan and I into a tight hug.

"Of course it's okay. He's your dad, y/n." My mom says, and I look at ethan once my mom lets go of us.

"I'm gonna go get changed whilst you eat breakfast, then once I'm done you can get changed and I'll pack stuff for breakfast." I tell him and he smiles and nods.

"You're eating breakfast too though." He quickly says before I can walk off.

When I get into my room, I close the door, and as I begin to walk to my chest of drawers, I hear my mom talk to ethan, so I hurriedly rush back to the door to hear.

"Ethan, I just want to thank you for agreeing to go to her dad's grave with her. Every month since he was killed, she's gone and placed flowers for him. She's always done it for her aunt tatum, although she never knew her. She asked Tara to go to her dad's grave multiple times, but Tara always said no, and I thought that was disgusting because dewey died saving Tara, the last thing she could've done was gone once. I don't mean to talk bad about her friends but I can't help it." I hear my mom say and then I hear ethan let out a small laugh.

"I just want to be there for her, I know they were extremely close. Whoever y/n loves, I love." Ethan tells her, and I hear my mom sniff, almost like she's crying.

"You make her really happy, since we moved here you were all she spoke about, it was always 'Mom I love ethan so much!' Honestly, I was getting a little sick of hearing about her crush on you, so the day you asked her out, I almost drove to your dorm to thank you myself. When her dad died, she completely changed. She never smiled and kept to herself, but you got her out her shell, and im so glad she found a boyfriend like you. Her dad would've loved you, ethan, and I'm so glad that one day I'll be able to call you my stepson." I hear my mom cry as her sobs suddenly get hushed by ethan talking again.

"I love your daughter and you so much, and I'm sure I would've loved her dad." He says, and when I feel tears threaten to spill, I decide that that's maybe the chance where I should stop eavesdropping and get changed.

When I walk out of my room, I see my mom stuffing some stuff into a backpack.

"Sorry, I know you're not good at packing picnics, so I did it myself, I also put in the photos for your dad, and I've sat out some money so you can buy him some flowers." My mom tells me and I shake my head.

"Mom, it's okay, I can buy them with my own money." I tell her laughing as ethan walks into my room to change. He's got his own little chest of drawers that my mom bought him for my room, I used to think my mom would never have let me have a boy stay over but she trusts ethan and I enough to not do anything in my room whilst she's home atleast.

"Y/n, please. It's my treat for you." My mom begs, and I let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine." I tell her as I go into the cupboard and pull out a breakfast bar.

"Did ethan eat?" I ask her and she nods.

"Yeah, he had one of those, too." She tells me as she motions to the wrapper on the top of the bin.

"Good." I quietly say.

As I walk into the large Walmart, I make my way to the flower section where I stare at all the flowers.

"What flowers do you normally get him?" Ethan asks as he stares between me and the flowers.

"Sunflowers for my dad, because when I was a little girl, We once planted one in our back garden, and it grew taller than me, and then he'd always call me his little sunflower. It sounds stupid, but they've always been my favourite flower since then, so I'd like to think they're his too." I tell him with a small smile on my face before I bend down and pick one of the nicest looking sunflowers bouquets.

But my face turns into confusion when I see ethan bend down and pick up one of them before he picks up a bunch of the most beautiful red roses I've ever seen.

"Eth, I already have some." I say as I stare at him confused.

"I want to get him a bunch of flowers too, for raising the most perfect girl." He tells me with a cheesy grin on his face.

I smile widely at him before my eyes fall on the roses.

"What about those?" I quiz and he quickly gulps, almost as if he isn't sure himself.

"Your mom wanted me to get him some flowers from her." He tells me, and I nod before I begin to look at the range of flowers for my aunt tatum.

"I don't know what flowers to get her, I always struggle trying to think." I sigh, and ethan looks around.

"What about some lilys? They're really pretty." He tells me, and I follow his eyes and gasp when I see the bouquet of lilys he's staring at.

"They're perfect!" I exclaim as I bend down and pick them up.

As I approach both my dad and aunts grave, Gran begged for him to be able to get buried next to Aunt tatum.

"Your dad's grave is so nice." Ethan gasps and I nod.

"You might think im insane for talking to his grave in a minute, but sometimes it's like he's actually there listening, so I can't help it." I quietly tell him and he just looks at me and smiles.

"Y/n, he's your dad. You can do whatever you want at his grave, I won't judge." Ethan promises before I quicken my pace and run to infront of my dad's headstone.

Here lies: Dwight Jessica Riley, more commonly known as Dwight by his peers, he was a loving dad, son, and brother. He was loved by everyone and was a true Woodsboro hero to all of us.

I smile and crouch so I can gently touch the small photo of him with the tips of my fingers.

"Hi dad, I can't believe it's been a month already." I say as I smile widely, so he doesn't see me upset before ethan crouches beside me.

"Hi Mr riley." He quietly says, and I begin blushing.

"Dad, this is ethan, my boyfriend." I say smiling before I press a kiss onto my fingertips before pressing it onto the cheek of his photo.

"I brought you your flowers and photos like always." I then go onto say as I place a bunch of Sunflowers at his grave before opening the bag on ethans back and pulling out the pile of photos my mom printed out for today, and when i see it I let out a small gasp,

It's a photo of my dad and I with our sunflower.

I set all the photos out nicely before I walked to my aunt tatums grave and sat the flowers at it before walking to the bench that was made in my dad's honour directly infront of his grave, so I can see ethan staring at all the photos.

"I also got you some flowers, Mr. riley. I hope you like them. I heard you were a really good man, and i hope you like me enough to be able to continue dating your daughter." Ethan says before he places the flowers next to mine before he walks to the bench and sits with me, and I notice he still has the roses.

"Y/n, what's that?" Ethan asks as he points over towards a tree, the opposite direction of him, and out of curiosity, I turn and look, and after a minute of staring, I turn to face him on the bench.

"I don't see anything." I say laughing before I realise ethan isn't on the bench anymore, he's on the ground down on one knee.

"What're you doing? Get up." I tell him as I smile.

"I know this probably isn't the most romantic place to do this, but I knew you'd want your dad to see." Ethan begins as he hands me the roses and I tilt my head to him, extremely confused on what he's doing on the ground.

"My dad to see what?" I quiz and ethan just lets out a small laugh at how clueless I am.

"I knew since the moment I met you, that you're the girl I wanted, you're the girl I wanted to marry, so when you were sat next to me in English I was so happy, I felt blessed. And when you first spoke to me, I was even happier, every happy memory I have has been with you, has been with our friends, has been with you and your mom, when I say I love you y/n, I mean I love you. And not just like, a replaceable love, I could never replace what I have with you." He begins as he grabs my hands, and I look down at him and nod. He's clearly nervous, but I'm now starting to understand what he's doing.

"You don't need to be nervous." I tell him with a small laugh, and he nods and gulps slightly.

"I am so grateful to have you in my life y/n." He continues, and I nod again before he releases my hands and pulls out a small box, and he lets out a nervous laugh.

"So, uhm, what I'm trying to say is will you marry me? I've wanted to ask you for around a month now, and i knew here would be the perfect spot, so i waited until you asked me to come visit your dad with you." He asks, and my eyes widen as I stare down at him, before I grab his face and kiss him repeatedly, and I don't stop till I'm running out of air.

"Yes! Is that even a question!" I scream before I kiss him again, and he kisses back before he grabs my left hand and slides the ring onto my ring finger, and I sit and turn bright red at the sight.

The ring is beautiful, and on each side of the diamond, there's small engravings of Sunflowers.

"Your mom told me about the Sunflowers when I asked her if it was okay if I could propose." Ethan tells me when he moves back up on the bench.

"I can't believe you waited, so you could propose infront of my dad." I say as I begin to bawl.

[mrschampionsblog]

The only reason y'all are getting this, is because it's 1am and I can't sleep. So enjoy

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It was only about halfway through your long shift at work. And it wasn't helping that it was a slow night. Your manager had pulled out all the random jobs like cleaning the most random shit. Ahhhhh hospitality.

You were a waitress at little restaurant in manhattan, and it actually wasn't half bad. It was a nice restaurant, open until late at night because it doubled as a diner too. You had gotten the job after starting college to try and save all you could (gotta love that student life). After about a year here, you'd gotten the hang of it and enjoyed the people you worked with. The only downside was the dickhead customers. But most of the time you were pretty blessed with a decent clientele.

As you scrubbed the coffee pots you heard a group of people loudly push their way into the diner. You scowled your face; ironically, seeing as though you had been begging for customers the past 30 minutes. You turned around and saw them take a seat in the booth. After putting down the coffee pot you decided to head over with your notepad in hand and greet them.

"Hi guys, can I get you started with anything?". You hadn't realised but they were actually a really cute group of people, especially this one not sitting closest to you on the left. You glanced at him, but was shook out of your trance by the girl in the far right corner saying something. "Could I have a Diet Coke please and I'll grab some fries to share as well", she smiled at me and seemed really friendly, she was also stunning (guess who).

They all proceeded to order, and I headed back to the kitchen so our cook could start on the food, I then began in their drinks up at the bar. As I was making the drinks the cute boy came up to the counter and sat at the bar. "Hey" "Heyyy" I said a little confused. "My names Jack", oh my days he wants to talk to me. "Im y/n" I said a little unsure. "That's a really pretty name" he said, and I we bright red. Why am I so nervous right now. Get it together bitch. I turned around so he couldn't see my face, continuing to make their drinks. "Here's your drink. But don't you wanna sit with your friends?", I said after gathering them all on a tray ready to head over.

"To be honest, I love those guys but I've just spent like the last 48 hours with the same people and I'm looking to talk to literally anyone else" he laughed. That was kind of backhanded but I'll let it slide. "Why have you been with the same people", he looked back at his friends; them subtly looking at his conversation with me. "Ok so like. I'm kind of an actor" he said almost cringing at it "and I've been doing a press tour all week. That's why we're here in the city." He paused like he was contemplating something, then he added "ok I know that probably sounds fake or like I'm an egotistical asshole but I literally promise I'm not lying". I laughed "I never said you were. But show me some evidence of this" I said half joking.

He pulled out his phone and showed me his instagram, along with all the promo stuff for Avatar: the way of water. Oh shit

"Oh so your like famous famous" I said, legitimately shocked. "Well technically I'm not really that famous, just in a famous film. But all these guys are in it too" he pointed to his friends.

We walked over to the table, drinks tray in hand. As I handed them their drinks Jack introduced me to them all "this is Bailey, Trinity and Jamie". They all said hi and I excused myself back to my work, because one: I was kind of needing to fangirl in peace and two: I didn't wanna weirdly linger.

After about 20 minutes they were done with their food and drinks and they all started to head out. But Jack came up to the counter.

"Here. And it was really nice to meet you" he winked. He slided me a napkin folded in half. He then walked out with his friends and I waved goodbye. After the left I opened the napkin and it read "your really chill. I like you. Hope this can help you out a bit" inside the fold of the napkin was like a few hundred dollars. You were so suprised but felt kind of bad for some reason. You ran out of the diner and looked around to see if he was still there.

You spotted him not far down the road, so ran up to him. "Hey what's this for?" A genuine reaction. He turned around, his friends just behind him. "I saw the NYU badge on your bag and figured your a college student, you offered really good service and a really good conversation. Plus I just did a billion dollar movie. So please just let me tip a little more than usual." He said with a kind smile on his face.

"You know I should be offended by this. Honestly I can't accept it." He looked around smirking a bit. "Ok what if, as an apology, I took you out in a date". Ok what

You were so taken aback you just stood there wide eyed and mouth open. "Ok here's my number. Are you free tomorrow night? I'm gonna take you to dinner" he said pulling another napkin out his pocket and handing it to you. "I was gonna give it to you before but chickened out" he said laughing. You still stood there flabbergasted looking like an idiot. "Ok well I'll call you later or you can call me if you prefer" he said "I- uh yeah sure" you spectacularly added.

He turned and walked away, giving you a quick glance before fully walking away. You shuffled back inside trying to comprehend what just happened.

Hehe he likes me you thought to yourself

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Part 2?

- ARG

[i-heart-marvel]

I literally hate it when I have good ideas to start a new book. However I still haven’t finished the one that I STOPPED working on last year.

So I discontinued it. Now realizing how much I hate it it was just all over the place. I never even planned out the chapters or characters just started to write down whatever.

Now though I started to make notes on how to start out my new book idea and planning out exactly what I want to put in those chapters :)

This idea I love because Tenoch Huerta is going to be in it and he is going to be the reader’s(or OC) dad in which they are going to be close (daddy-daughter relationship <3). Jack Champion is going to be in it so is McCabe Slye who is the stepbrother while Jack is the love interest best friends to lovers type deal. Also Elaine Hendrix as the stepmother. She going to be cruel

So I’m really looking forward to it. I have the characters names and personality’s jolt down and I’m about done with their background on how they met with the main character.

If y’all have any advice on how to make any fanfic series better please tell me. Or like anything that would be appreciated :)

How I feel knowing I can make this book work

(Not my GIF credits to owner)

My Wattpad

[bixlerslandry]

I have so many plans for my wattpad fics rn it’s unreal, finally have a finished plan for Friends (Danny Bixler) and the end of Bleed With Me (Ethan Landry) is in sight, as well as a Wes Hicks prequel, but until then do I start writing one shots on here in the mean time???

[angelic-blxssom]

if you guys liked scream vi? i’m writing a fanfic on wattpad with some ethan landry moments in it. there will also be a prequel with my very own scream story type thing. it currently has 3 chapters up :))

i try to be active

it’s called ruination by maneatxr 🤭🤭 if u ever wanna check it out

[evispunk]

QUIET

a/n: if the name 'mila' snuck in here at any point lmk bc i went through 1 too many name changes summary: After the party, the Fantastic Five and their friends make it back to the girls' apartment where Ethan musters up the courage to ask Camille out on a date. warnings: cringe, barely edited writing, pepsi lover wc: 2320

CHAD TURNED THE TV volume down a couple of notches as Cami had been napping on the girls' couch, still slightly tipsy and exhausted. She didn't want to sleep alone in her dorm due to her being drunk, so she ended up deciding to sleep over at Tara's place. Now, she was wearing her pajamas from earlier along with her fuzzy lined Crocs and Chad's Varsity jacket overtop so she didn't freeze.

"The coroners have confirmed that the two young men found inside of their apartment were found dead." they announced into their microphone, flashing red and blue lights behind them. Camille shuffled from her spot on the couch, stretching out from the fetal position she was in. Ultimately, she fell back asleep and retracted back into her fetal position, pulling Chad's jacket over her face just below her nose.

"Hey, you guys might want to get your asses in here and check this out!" Chad called out to the rest of their friends who were in the other room and he banged on Quinn's door a bit.

"Their names have just been released: Jason Carvey and Greg-"

"Jason Carvey?" Camille mumbled from the couch, "That's the creepy dude I always see when I'm on my way to Art History."

"Holy shit, that's the chode from our film class." Mindy declared, pausing before looking at the girl in front of her. "When did you wake up?" she poked Cami's shoulder.

"I didn't. Goodnight."

"Also found at the crime scene were various Ghostface costumes - the character popularized by the Stab movie franchise." that was all it took for Camille to shoot up, pushing her curly, faded black hair behind her ears. Most everyone's blood ran cold as they all stared in silence, watching the TV for any more information.

Sam, of course, was already running around the apartment and concocting.

"Pack a bag, both of you. We leave in ten-"

"OMG, why can't we just live in peace?" Camille groaned.

"We've got to get out of this city."

"Namaste." she said, bringing her hands into a prayer position and sitting criss-cross. Everyone looked away from her, clearly not amused and she rolled her eyes in return. "Fucking Ghostface ass ugly ass murdering ass bitch." she muttered to herself, biting on her nails as she walked into the kitchen.

"Sam! You can't be serious! Look, this- this may not have anything to do with us!" she heard the rest of the conversation as they came back into earshot.

"Okay, really? You believe that?" Camille scoffed, annoyed with the shorter girl.

"It might not, okay?! They could just be some fanatics that don't actually give a shit about the past and just want to go kill someone while in a Ghostface mask."

"It's really not that hard to connect the dots, Tara. They were killed! Someone clearly didn't want them to become Ghostface before they had the chance. Okay, someone else is out there, Tara, and they're going to come after us next. It's your decision whether to believe it or not, but we both know what the right choice is." she finished, biting into a PopTart.

"It's a big city, it's Halloween-"

"Tara! It's not a coincidence! We both knew him, and now he's dead!"

"Barely."

"Chad, Mindy, back us up." Sam intervened, growing frustrated and tired. Chad turned to face them, shrugging.

"It is a little bit-"

"Close to home." his twin finished from across the room. Sam nodded, as if to say 'I told you so'.

"Okay, uh- Quinn, your dad's a cop, right?" Camille continued, and Quinn nodded. "Can you call him and try to find out what's going on?

"Yeah, before we make the decision to give up my whole college experience and flee the fucking state? Again." Tara eyed Sam, and the redhead pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"I'm calling him now." she put her phone up to her ear when suddenly, Sam's phone began to ring. They all jumped, and Cami bumped into Ethan who had walked up behind her. She mumbled a quick apology and he shrugged it off. Sam slowly walked over to her phone as the rest of them stood silent.

"Who is it?" Tara asked, attempting to see the Caller ID.

"It was just Gale," she let out a sigh of relief, and most everyone else did too.

"Yeah, that was bad timing on her part." the tall black-haired girl said, pinching her bridge.

"Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" Ethan asked from beside her, looking around in confusion. She turned to face him directly, and hit him in the head.

"Hello? Stupidity leak!"

"You gotta keep up, my dude." Anika sighed, slightly rolling her eyes.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Camille sighed, walking to use the bathroom. Once she walked in and closed the door, she ran a brush through her hair and pulled it back with a claw clip. She the turned the sink on, splashing cold water over her puffy face.

She took a deep breath, hoping this was all just a coincidence and it would be over soon- or, maybe this was all a fucked up dream and she would wake up in a matter of a few minutes. Though, subconsciously, she knew it wasn't. Ghostface was back, and this one was just going to be even smarter than Amber and Richie and all of the other ones before him.

She dried her face off and stepped out of the bathroom. Everyone else had scattered and she caught Ethan's eye.

"Hey," he pulled a tight lipped grin for a second.

"Hey. Where did everybody go?"

"Sam had to go down to the police station. They found her driver's license next to the bodies."

"Wait, seriously?" he nodded. "Shit. Do they think she did it?"

"I don't know. All of those rumors online..."

"I don't wanna talk about it." she pushed one of her curtain bangs behind her ear, but it came back down to her face as it was too short. Ethan and Chad shared a couple of glances before the jock urged him to do whatever they had seemingly talked about. This went unnoticed to Camille.

"Hey, Camille, um." he began, looking at the girl next to him as she glanced up at him.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my dorm tonight and- and watch a movie, maybe?" he finally asked and she looked at him with a smile.

"Like a date?"

"Uh, no. Or yeah. Whatever you want it to be."

"It doesn't matter what I want, it's what you asked. Come on, is it a date or no?" he looked at Chad, who nodded less subtly than he had probably intended.

"Yes- yeah. It's a date." he nodded.

"Perfect. What should I wear?"

"Just something comfortable. I guess come over around... ten?" he replied and she nodded. Cami got up, pecked his cheek whilst cupping his other one, and left to go to her apartment just down the hall from Tara, Sam, and Quinn's. He smelled her coconut perfume for the rest of the day.

Camille had Chad come pick her up so she didn't have to walk to their dorm alone, especially now that there's a chance a new Ghostface was lingering amongst them. She had ended up wearing a large, faded navy blue crewneck and oversized black sweat shorts. Her hair was still in the same claw clip from earlier that day when Ethan had originally asked her on this date. Her mini Bailey Bow Uggs kept her feet warm alongside her black fuzzy socks.

"Dude," Chad laughed. "He was so fucking scared. I think he's had a crush on you since we all first met."

"Stop it, you're being mean." she laughed too, walking side by side with him. It was cute, and she thought he was too.

"Just don't hurt him, okay? He looks fragile. Like- like if you opened the sunroof on a windy day he would fly right out the car." he replied, the sentence almost not making it out of him before they both doubled over.

"That's terrible and you're going to Hell."

"Okay, whatever. Have fun with your nerd." he said, closing the door behind her as she walked into their dorm, leaving her alone in a room with a nervous Ethan. She let her eyes drag down his lanky frame, taking in what he was wearing. Large, grey sweatpants and a black long sleeve.

His side of the room wasn't all that nerdy, just a few posters here and there, some clothes on the floor - but his bed was kept and his desk was organized.

"I like it in here, Ethan. It's very clean- unusual for a college guy."

"Oh, thanks," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as she took a seat on his bed. "Uh, what movie did you want to watch?" he asked and she was surprised for a split second. She had assumed he had some sort of nerdy action movie picked out, but she liked he was letting her pick.

"Have you ever seen Coraline?" she queried, patting the spot next to her and she slid under the covers. He shook his head, and made a face that led her to explain. "You know, The Other Mother. It's kind of weird, but I love it."

"Then let's watch it. I'm going to go grab the popcorn. Do you, um, want a drink?"

"Sprite if you have it, please?" he sent her a thumbs up, and left the room. Camille pulled out her phone, and texted Mindy.

camimi: omg

im at ethans rn

he asked me out earlier

loml mindy: NO WAY

I didn't think he had the balls

camimi: u knew ?

loml mindy: Yeah

Chad told me he talked to him abt u

I have a professional wingman for a brother

camimi: i think he's cute

smash

loml mindy: Gross

Anyways update me laterrrr

Ethan came back to the bed with one big bowl of popcorn in his arms and the sodas in his hands.

"Pepsi?" she asked, taking the Sprite from him.

"What's wrong with Pepsi?" he debated.

"Um, okay, probably everything. Sprite is so much better!" Camille defended.

"It's basic." he said, and her jaw dropped in cinematic shock.

"I can not believe you just said that."

"Well, fun fact for you, Pepsi and Coke taste the same if you drink Pepsi cold and Coke warm."

"That is the nerdiest thing I've ever heard you say."

Continuing their banter, Ethan grabbed his TV remote, clicking to Prime Video. The two quieted down now that the movie was starting, and he turned off the lights.

"This movie's great, you're gonna love it." she smiled, throwing a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

About an hour into the movie, Camille ended up falling asleep against the curly-headed boy and Ethan found himself blinking and breathing manually. He had never really hung out with a girl alone before, and now he had his arm wrapped around one that was cuddled up against him. Chad knocked on the door, then opened it a few seconds later.

"Hey, bro, how's it g-"

"Shut up!" he whisper-yelled at his roommate.

"Ohh, shit! My man gettin' hoes!"

"Don't call her a hoe, Chad."

"Okay, whatever, my bad. But, see, I told you! You're a snack."

"Go away." Chad held up his hands in defense, nodded once, and shut the door quietly, heading back to his friends' dorm. Soon enough, Ethan fell asleep too.

The next morning, Camille woke up to a bright sunlit room and a light snore coming from beside her. She looked up, and saw Ethan propped up against the headboard, sound asleep. She also followed his arm and found it wrapped around her side as she moved a bit closer to him. She couldn't help but smile to herself. Ethan was cute, and he seemed like a good guy. He was a bit of a nerd, and nerd's don't usually do anything crazier than the occasional all-night study session.

Cami pulled her phone from her shorts pocket, and checked the time. 11:47 AM. She had already missed her first class of the day, so she decided it was best if she just stayed in bed. In hindsight, an 8:00 AM class wasn't the best decision she had ever made.

"Hey, Siri." she whispered. Siri responded with her signature noise, and she flinched. "Siri, be quiet. Call Mindy."

"Calling Mindy." her phone practically yelled back at her.

"I said be quiet!" she screeched in a whisper. The phone rang a couple of times before her best friend picked up.

"Hey, girl, what's up?"

"I'm at Chad and Ethan's right now, and I slept on Ethan."

"Don't you mean you slept with Ethan?"

"No, like, I fell asleep on him. We're cuddling, or whatever."

"AWW!"

"Be quiet! He is asleep!"

"Not for long, I think high-pitched screeching tends to awake people from their slumber."

"You're a dick, I'm hanging up on you.

"Love you!"

Camille threw her phone back down on the navy comforter, and laid her head on Ethan's chest. The peace and quiet ended a few minutes later when the boy beneath her suddenly stirred, and his hands flew to his eyes as he rubbed them.

"Oh, hey, good morning." he stretched his arms behind his head and arched his back with a yawn, causing Camille to sit up.

"Morning. Did you sleep okay?"

"How could I not?" he looked down at her.

"You sure gained a lot of confidence overnight." she smirked.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Is it bad?"

"No," she laughed. "I think it's cute, but you're even cuter when you're shy." Ethan only blushed. He was still his typical shy, nerdy self after all. "Come on, we should go get some coffee."

[catoslvt]

Facts

reblog if your askbox is open for tasteful but spicy thots being dropped into it

[fanficlolsblog]

THAT BOY IS A MONSTER

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pairing: fem!reader x ethan landry

summary: y/n becomes dangerously infatuated with ethan landry, who hides a dark, monstrous side behind his charm. despite knowing he’s dangerous, y/n can’t resist the pull of his intense gaze and possessive nature. as ethan slowly consumes y/n’s heart and soul, y/n falls deeper into the twisted relationship, unable to escape the hold he has over them. in the end, y/n willingly lets ethan devour their heart, accepting the monster he truly is.

warnings: contains themes of obsession, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, violence, dark themes.

a/n: i posted this on wattpad to, i would appreciate it if you would go check it out :) loversxoxoxo.

w/c: 1k+

ethan landry was trouble from the moment you laid eyes on him. something about him was off—too calm, too quiet, too normal in a world full of chaos. but there was something beneath the surface, something you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried. those dark eyes of his, always watching, always knowing, sent a shiver down your spine every time he glanced your way.

you knew better than to get involved with someone like him, but it was already too late. from the moment you noticed him, you were hooked. it didn’t matter how many times your friends warned you, how many times you told yourself that he was dangerous. that boy had a grip on your heart, and there was no escaping it.

he had this way of looking at you, like he could see right into your soul, and it terrified you. but it also thrilled you, the way danger always does when it’s wrapped up in something so tempting. ethan wasn’t like the others; he wasn’t trying to blend in. he knew exactly what he was, and he wore it like a second skin.

you saw him around campus, in the shadows, always watching, always calculating. it was like he was waiting for the right moment, biding his time, and you hated how much you wanted to be a part of whatever twisted game he was playing.

it wasn’t until one night at a party that you finally spoke to him. you’d been drinking, just enough to blur the edges of your fear, and when you saw him standing in the corner, you couldn’t help but approach.

“you’ve been watching me,” you said, your voice more confident than you felt.

he smirked, that wolfish grin that made your stomach twist. “maybe i have.”

you should’ve walked away right then. you should’ve left him in the shadows where he belonged. but you didn’t.

“why?” you asked, leaning in just a little too close, the alcohol making you braver than you should’ve been.

his eyes darkened, and for a moment, you swore you saw something flicker behind them, something dangerous, something deadly. “because you amaze me,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

those words sent a chill down your spine, but they also sent a thrill through your veins. you knew he was bad news, knew there was something wrong with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

and then, before you could even process what was happening, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “you look good enough to eat,” he whispered, and your heart skipped a beat.

you should’ve pulled away. you should’ve run. but instead, you let him pull you closer, let his arms wrap around you as he whispered sweet, dangerous things into your ear.

you weren’t sure when it happened, but at some point that night, ethan landry stopped being just a boy with dark eyes and a quiet smile. he became something else. something monstrous.

the first time he kissed you, it felt like he was devouring you. his lips were soft, but his grip was firm, almost possessive. you felt trapped, but in the best way possible. every time he touched you, it was like he was claiming a part of you, bit by bit, until there was nothing left.

“i asked my friend about you,” you admitted one night, your head resting on his chest after one of those stolen moments where the world outside didn’t matter. “she said she thought she’d seen you before, but she couldn’t remember.”

ethan chuckled, low and dark, and you felt it vibrate through you. “she might’ve,” he said cryptically, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. “but i don’t think she remembers much.”

you wanted to ask what he meant by that, but something in his tone made you think better of it. there were things about ethan you didn’t want to know, things you weren’t sure you could handle.

the more time you spent with him, the more you realized just how dangerous he was. he had a darkness inside him, something that lurked just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike. and yet, you couldn’t stay away.

he ate you alive, piece by piece, until all you could think about was him. every glance, every touch, every whispered word—it consumed you, made you feel like you were losing yourself. but it was a loss you welcomed.

you tried to rationalize it, tried to tell yourself that ethan was just a boy, that the intensity you felt was nothing more than infatuation. but deep down, you knew the truth. ethan was a monster, and you were falling for him, hard and fast.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” you whispered one night, your breath hitching as he leaned over you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. “because i don’t plan on letting you go.”

his words should’ve scared you. they should’ve sent you running for the door. but instead, they made your heart race, made you want him even more.

you knew he was bad for you, knew that getting involved with ethan was a mistake you’d regret. but it didn’t matter. the way he looked at you, the way he touched you—it was like he was the only thing that existed in the world, and you were powerless to resist him.

he was a wolf in disguise, and you were the prey.

there were moments when you saw the real ethan, the one hiding behind the charming smile and soft touches. his eyes would darken, his grip would tighten, and for a split second, you’d catch a glimpse of the monster lurking beneath the surface. but then he’d smile, and you’d forget all about it, lost in the illusion he’d carefully crafted for you.

he devoured you, bit by bit, until there was nothing left of who you used to be.

one night, as you lay next to him, his arms wrapped around you, you realized you didn’t care. you didn’t care that he was dangerous, that he was a monster in every sense of the word. because he was your monster, and you’d fallen for him completely.

ethan landry had eaten your heart, and you let him.

[drcydrift]

𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings || porn links, ethan geting a blowjob, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, praise kink, anal (that should be it)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

ethan making you suck his dick

† — "That's it sweet girl, keep sucking my dick like the good girl you are," Ethan said while pushing your head down making you choke on him. "I'm cumming, i'm cumming! Don't stop!" he said, releasing his cum into your mouth. "You did so good for me baby, my good girl,"

riding ethan

† — Bouncing up and down on his length you started to feel a tingling feeling in your tummy, clenching down on his dick indicating that you were close. "Mmh, your doing so good for me, riding my dick. Oh you wanna cum? Well you have been good for me so go ahead, cum,"

ethan fingering you

† — Ethan pressed two of his digits into your sopping wet hole making a squelching noise. "Your so wet for me sweet thing," He said pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker than before determined to make you cum on his fingers.

ethan + praise

† — "Your so perfect sweet girl, all mine," He said, slowly inserting his tip into your pussy, lifting your leg up, allowing his dick to go deeper in you. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, isn't she?" You let out a low hum, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to talk.

ethan eating you out

† — Ethan kissing your inner thighs, you let out a small moan making Ethan moan into your heat while gently carressing your outer labia. "Does that feel good sweet thing?" You nod your head quickly in response "Yeah, yeah it does,"

ethan fucking your ass

† — "Your ass feels so good, so tight and wet just for me," Ethan said while sliding the rest of his length into your asshole. Moving his hips forward at a steady peace while letting out deep grunts and moans from the tightness of your ass.

ethan + breeding

† — "You want my babies? Oh you dirty girl, well if that's what you want then I promise i'm gonna get you so pregnant, tits and belly all swollen, full of my seed," He said, his cum filling your womb with his babies.

milking ethan with your thighs

† — You squeeze your thighs around his length, only making him get closer to his orgasm."Your making me feel so good baby, i'm gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me with those thighs of yours,"

all rights belong to © drcydrift — do not repost my work on instagram, wattpad, ao3 ect.

[corpsebasil]

traitor -> n.l.

just a short one because tell me WHY I DREAMED ABOUT THSI?

You were sobbing uncontrollably.

You’d betrayed him. Your prince, your closest friend—and you’d betrayed him.

You’d been working for the Darkling for months undercover and now, to your chagrin, Nikolai found out. You were pinned now, his body on top of yours, a gun pressed to your temple. The barrel between your eyes.

“Nik,” you gasped, trembling as he pushed the metal harder against your forehead. “Please. Please, no.”

“Don’t look at me.” He demanded, his own eyes filled with tears as he stared down at you. You grabbed his wrist and he trembled, pressing the gun harder against your skin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N, damn it.”

You cried harder and squeezed his wrist, blinking up at him. Your friend. The man you loved.

“Please don’t.” You sobbed and he flinched, glancing away. Terror shot through you and you grabbed his chin, forcing his face towards yours. “Please don’t. Nikolai please, I—“

“Fuck.” He spat, turning and shooting the wall near your head. You shrieked and flinched, but then his head was lowering to your shoulder, his body shaking as he broke down. “How could you do this to me?” He asked, voice trembling. “How?”

“I’m sorry.” You gasped, your fingers digging into his back as you held him against you. The gun clattered to the ground and his arms looped underneath you, holding you to him. “Nikolai I’m sorry.”

He was quiet for a while, shaking, just holding you on the ground.

“You know I should kill you.” He mumbled, his voice a breath against your ear. You shook and clasped him tighter, your cheeks pressed against one another’s.

“I know.”

STOP WHAT AM I DOING.GGGG

[catoslvt]

Ethan Landry x Reader

Enemies to lovers, moves rlly quick, because you get attacked by the copy cat killers first.

Tara's twin sister because I love Tara and cba writing a full family, etc.

Based a few days before the beginning of scream 6, ethan isn't ghostface. You're extremely sporty, btw. Sorry if ur not irl.

Tw, murdering, blood, violence.

As I stare down at my English paper, my jaw clenches, how stupid is a teacher to hand out an exercise over the Ghostface attacks last year, with four of the victims in the classroom.

I stick up my hand and furrow my eyebrows, and the teacher quickly realises her mistake as she nods at me, signaling for me that I can talk.

"Miss, I'd rather not do this paper over my own experiences, and I think I can say that for the four of us." I state and the teacher just frowns.

"Well, it's all the work I have printed today, so you're going to have to do it, I'm afraid." The teacher argues, and I pick up the paper and see its a paragraph from Gale Weathers book, specifically the paragraph where it calls Sam a killer by blood.

"Nope, I'm not answering questions on my own big sister being called a murderer." I tell her, and she just shrugs.

"Don't do any work then, I don't care. It'll be your grade that's affected." The teacher spits, and I shrug and cross my arms, sinking back into my chair with a smug look on my face, and once everyone else begins to work the room is filled with quiet chatter, and ethan turns to me at the table and just rolls his eyes.

"Do you always have to make a scene about this? We all get it okay? You, Chad, mindy, and Tara were all attacked, but it's getting boring now." He groans and I turn to him with a shocked look on my face.

"I'm sorry that I'm boring you with my trauma, really, I wish I could've stopped it, but did you almost get killed multiple times?" I spit, and he just rolls his eyes at me.

"But you didn't get, did you? So it's really not that deep." He argues, and I quickly stand up, about to lunge at him, but Chad's arms stop me.

"What's going on!?" The teacher screams, and ethan tries to say I started it whilst I'm screaming even louder that he started it, and Chad slaps a hand over my mouth.

"Ethan tried to say that she's being over dramatic about what happened to us." Chad answers and the teacher furrows her eyebrows at us and points to the door.

"Both of you out now!" She yells, and I push Chad off of me and storm out the classroom, slamming the door before ethan can even get out the door.

"See what I mean? You're so overdramatic." Ethan yells from the opposite end of the corridor, and I turn myself around extremely harshly as I begin to storm at him.

"Did you get a knife plunged only millimetres from your heart? Did you lose your boyfriend and two of your best friends in the span of three days? Actually, no, did your own best friend try to kill you? Did they ethan!?" I scream as I now stand face to face with him, well, more like chest to face seeing as ethan is alot taller than me.

"No, but if I did, I would've coped with it much better than you did." He states, and anger washes over me, and without me thinking, my fist whacks against his nose, causing it to bleed instantly as ethan steps back and covers his nose with his hand, and as the blood pours over his lips, I can't help but blush at how hot he looks, who would've knew I would've found ethan landry hot.

"Oops." I whisper with a small smile before I speed walk down the opposite side of the corridor, and once I'm out of sight, I run out the school building running towards the student accommodation building, and running towards mindys room which I gratefully have a key for, I can't go back to my apartment, not yet anyway. Sam's either going to kill me for what I did or be extremely proud of me for sticking up for myself, and no matter what one it's going to be, I can not be bothered yet.

Once my hands were fully washed of ethans blood, mindy barged into her room, her and anika both cackling.

"Y/n! Whatever you did to ethans nose, well done, they think it might be broken!" Mindy exclaims as she sits next to me on her small sofa, anika taking the spot beside mindy, and I gasp, suddenly feeling really bad.

"You really need to get yourself checked for anger issues." Anika says with a small grin, but she laughs too.

"When I saw the blood run down from his nose, I thought he looked pretty hot." I tell them with an honest smile and both of their jaw drops.

"No way." Mindy argues and I awkwardly nod.

"I always thought he was hot, but that was just the cherry on top of the cake." I tell them through a small laugh, and both of their heads shake as if in usion.

It seems as if we've been talking for only minutes, but like five hours have passed, and it's now ten o'clock, and I let out a small yawn, now feeling extremely tired as I stand up.

"I better go home now, might as well get my lecture from Sam now right?" I ask with a small chuckle and they both nod.

"Chad's at yours with taTara. He's not answering his phone. Can you tell him to hurry and get to his apartment if he hasn't left by the time you're home?" Mindy asks as she stares at me and I nod, before leaving.

The student accommodation is actually extremely massive when you're not sprinting through it, and the only exit is past ethan and Chad's dorm, maybe I should go apologise to him.

Maybe.

As I continue to walk, I can't help but feel as if I'm being followed due to the footsteps behind me, but any time I turn around, there's nobody there, maybe it's Wes showing he's still here with me, but the thought of that just makes me laugh, that's so stupid.

My laughter is quickly muffled when a hand is slapped over my mouth, and a knife is plunged into my right shoulder, I let out a horrifying scream hoping someone will hear, but the hand covered in fabric provides a good silencer, and as the person takes the knife out of my shoulder, they quickly turn me around and pin me against a wall, the hand not carrying a knife being slapped over my mouth again as I look up at the rather tall person, I gasp.

They're wearing a ghostface mask.

As I begin to try and kick and punch the person away from me, the knife stabs into my lower stomach twice, and I let out another scream as I try kick them away, but their grip is too strong.

Their grip reminds me of ethans, their height reminds me of ethans.

Shit, this is karma for me punching his nose isn't it?

As tears begin to pour from my eyes, I harshly swing my knee up, as it hits the person right inbetween the legs, causing them to collapse to their knees holding their balls, and that's when I take it as my opportunity to run, but as I do a knife is stabbed into the back of my leg and twisted around slightly, sending me spiraling to the floor with a loud grunt, I could scream for help, but the person would just kill me before I'm saved, by staying silent it's giving them less of a reason to kill me.

"You're a fighter, huh?" The voice, which is clearly using the same voice changer from last year, asks as they flip me onto my back after Ripping the knife out of my leg, and holding it upto my throat as I stare at them, almost choking on my own tears as i feel the blood running out of my shoulder, stomach and leg, but I try my hardest to look scared.

"I've been told that." I spit, trying my hardest to stare through the dark mesh of the eyes of the mask, but it's too dark and I can't see the persons eyes.

"What about wes? Was he a fighter?" The voice coos as it gently traces the knife over my throat, not breaking any skin yet, I guess they want me alive a little longer just to harass me.

"I'd like to think he was." I state, my voice shaking at the mention of Wes, its been a year I know, and I'm over him, well I suppose I didn't have a choice, but I still love him, he's forever going to be my boyfriend. He was taken from me too early.

"Well he wasn't, he died like a pussy, he accepted his fate." The ghostface spits and I let out a large yell as I punch them extremely hard in the face, harder than i punched ethan earlier, and the ghostface collapses on the floor beside me, the mask now squint, and I take this as my opportunity to run, run towards ethans dorm, if I'm lucky it'll be open.

As I stand up, the pain in my leg and lower stomach grows almost unbearable as I begin to limp down the corridor, one hand making it's way to my lower stomach in an attempt to keep the blood in my body, whilst the other makes its way to my shoulder.

When I see ethans door, I pick up my pace, now hearing footsteps coming closer and closer, I begin running, causing the tears to pour more.

"Ethan! Ethan help!" I scream as I bang on his door as I turn my head to the side and see the ghostaface only a few meters away.

"Ethan help!" I scream as I begin banging the door, leaving bloody handprints everywhere.

I hear a key rattling in the door before it opens, and ethan stands and stares at me, but his face quickly changes to pure panic when he sees all the blood and tears, and he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me into his dorm, where I collapse to my knees as I begin to scream in pain, the adrenaline wearing off quick now.

"What the fuck happened!?" Ethan screams and I point to the door as I look at him.

"Ghostface!" I cry, and ethan quickly throws open his door and sticks his head out. Whilst he pulls his phone, I'm assuming he dials 911 as he slams the door and locks it, and when someone answers, he begins yelling and screaming at the operator.

"I don't know what happened! She's been stabbed! Send an ambulance, please!" He screams before he hangs up, collapsing to his knees beside me as he stares at me with pure panic.

"I don't know what to do!" He cries in a panic, and as I clutch my stomach in a desperate attempt to seal the skin closed only slightly, I shake my head.

"No, it's okay." I groan as the pain grows more powerful.

"What happened?" He quietly asks, and I take a deep breath.

"I left mindys apartment and was gonna head straight home, but I decided I should apologise to you because I punched you, but when I was walking, it felt like someone was following me, but any time I turned around there was nobody, but when I wasn't paying attention it slapped a hand over my mouth." I answer and he lets out a small laugh.

"Why would you apologise over that punch? I deserved it, plus it was a really good punch." Ethan argues with a smile, and I let out a fake smile before I hear sirens pulling up.

"We're gonna take you to the hospital, okay?" The nurse asks as she slaps a gas mask over my face and I nod before she turns to ethan.

"Is it okay if you come with her to the hospital? Just until we get ahold of a guardian, one of my colleagues will book you a taxi home once a guardian comes." She asks ethan, and he nods before he pulls my phone out of my front pocket.

"I can phone her big sister if you want, just to save you some hassle." He offers and the nurse nods.

"You're a sweetheart." She says before she climbs into the front and ethan sits on the seat beside my bed and puts his buckle on, grabbing my hand to use my finger ID before I hear him harshly tapping the screen on my phone, before I hear his phone ringing.

"Sam? Hey, it's ethan. You need to come to the hospital as soon as you can, y/n was attacked by a ghostface." He says, and I hear Sam screaming, but he just hangs up, and I stare at him.

"Sorry for dragging you into this, I should've just left the building." I apologise as I take the mask off of my face, and ethan leans out and grabs my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as butterflies fill my stomach.

"Y/n, don't be so stupid, if you didn't come to me you would've died." Ethan argues and I shake my head.

"No, you don't get it, ethan. Now the ghostface will be after you, I don't want you getting hurt." I cry, and ethan puts the mask back onto my face as he lets out a small 'shh', seconds before the gas knocks me out.

When I wake up, Tara, ethan, and Sam are at my side, patiently waking for me to wake up.

"It's creepy to watch someone sleep." I groan as I open my eyes fully, and they all smile when they see me awake.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks as she places a hand on my non bandaged shoulder, and I actually nod slightly. Whatever drugs they gave me must've been good because I can't really feel any of my stab wounds. In fact, I can't feel anything to that matter, but I'm probably still woozy from the gas.

"You put up a fight, I'm glad. You're my tough bitch." Tara exclaims from my side as she nudges Sam out the way to hug me, and I lift my non-stabbed arm and hug her back, before a nurse walks in carrying a clipboard.

"I have some news whilst you were passed out. we carefully inspected your injuries and bandaged them, so we have some good news and some bad news." The nurse says and I just stare at him.

"The good news is that your injuries should heal themselves in a few weeks. None of them went through any important parts, but obviously, they're still going to be quite sore until they're healed." The nurse says, and I slowly nod, so what's the bad news then? Nothing bad can come from that.

"The bad news comes from the back of your leg. Being stabbed through the calf is dangerous. Well, I mean being stabbed is dangerous enough, but you'll be surprised how much we deal with it here, but you were stabbed in such a difficult way, you're going to have permanent damage in your leg, resulting in a limp." He finishes and I let out a small laugh.

"Is that it?" I quiz with a smile, and he shakes his head as he shoots me a sorry look.

"I know you're a sporty person, Sam told me, but all sports need to stop, if you continue to do sports at the extreme that you do then it'll cause even worse damage to your leg." The nurse answers, and I feel my whole world crumbling from beneath me. Sports is what I did to take my mind off of everything. It was my escape, and now ghostface has taken that away from me, too. First, my best friends, even though Amber was ghostface, then Wes, and now sports.

I just stare at the nurse as I blink through tears.

"If you like, you three can go get something to eat at the cafeteria. It'll be an hour or so before we decide if it'll be safe enough to discharge y/n home tonight." The nurse offers and ethan shakes his head.

"I'm not hungry, but if you two are, then you can go get food, I'll stay with y/n." Ethan offers to Sam and Tara and they both smile greatfully.

"I can show you the way to the cafeteria." The nurse states as he leaves the room, Tara and Sam following after him.

As I slowly sit up, I stare at ethan.

"You didn't have to stay, now you're definitely on their list." I say with a small laugh.

"I just watched to make sure you were okay." He answers with a small shake of his head, and I look at the bridge of his nose, which is now turning a slight shade of dark blue.

"I'm sorry about your nose." I say as I point to it and he moves closer to the bed.

"I told you not to be, I was a dick, but I think I should tell you why, but you can't tell anyone y/n, I mean it." He begs, and I nod.

"Richie was my brother." Ethan says, and I go to point at the door and tell him to leave and never come back, but I remember you don't get to pick who your family is, and I slowly nod.

"I didn't mean to be mean to you, I was just angry at Richie for doing what he did to you, so I took my anger out on you, I was just angry because he went after some innocent teenagers instead of his own brother." He answers and I just smile.

"Im sorry for hating you or acting as if I did anyway. It's just because when Wes died, I swore I'd never love anyone again, but then I met you, and I realised I loved you, so I started acting as if I hated you because I thought if I convinced myself I hated you it would come true." I say through an awkward laugh, and ethan and I both begin to lean in for a kiss. When Tara and Sam walk in, and we both quickly pull away and let out small laughs, acting as if one of us just said a joke.

I stand at the door of the hospital, crutches in my hand as I rest on my left leg, which was the one that I don't have a limp with, Tara lets out a small groan.

"Oh, come on, how long does it take for a taxi to show up?" She grunts, its good were not waiting on two taxis, were all just gonna share one, the drive isn't that long so it's handy.

When we pull up to student accommodation, ethan opens the door and goes to leave, but he quickly stops as he turns to look at me.

"There's a Halloween party tomorrow. If you feel well enough to go, would you be my date?" He asks with a small grin, and I nod, and he grabs my face and gently kisses me before he fully exits the car, gently closing the door behind him.

"The fuck just happened?" Tara screams and I just shrug.

"I told him I loved him in the hospital, and he went to kiss me, but you two walked in!" I exclaim annoyed.

As I walk into school the next day, it's like all eyes are on me, I mean, obviously, I was attacked last night, but still, it's not that big of a deal.

First period, I had film studies, so mindy and I walk in glued to each others sides, both of us silently agreeing that this is our favourite class, both for different reasons though, hers is because she enjoys the class, mine is because of our teacher, and the fact that ethan sits facing me.

Mindy and I are allowed to get in the class five minutes early and leave the class five minutes early so that I don't get hurt in the hallway, and so I don't trip anyone up either, and when I tell her what happened last night, leaving out the whole 'Richies brother' thing because I did promise I wouldn't tell anyone, she lets out a happy squeal.

"I know I acted unsupportive, but I really wanted you two to get together." She says with a silly smile, and Miss Crane walks in the classroom, confused about why there's already people in here, but when she sees me, her face quickly changes to a more understanding look.

"Had a good night?" She jokes and I groan.

"Absoloutely not, I've been permanently banned from sports." I groan and her eyes widen.

"How will you survive?" She exclaims, clearly trying to brighten the mood.

As Jason walks in the class, I can't help but notice the strange bruise on his face, almost as if someone hit him, and that's when my mind flashbacks to last night just after I hit the killer across the face making the mask go squint, I remember I saw hair, Jason's hair, the rest of the class I'm uneasy, but all my problems seem to fade when I hear the,

"Y/n, you can leave early, take someone with you." Miss Crane yells from her desk, and I stand up quickly, sliding my crutches under my arms as I motion for ethan to come, and mindy lets out a small betrayed gasp.

"He's in my next class, sorry." I apologise as ethan grabs his bag and walks out behind me, his hand on the small of my back when he walks behind me, but it quickly drops once were out in the corridor walking towards our pe halls.

"I didn't expect you to come in today." Ethan says as he stares down at me, his pace slowing when he realises I'm still not quite used to using crutches.

"I wasn't going to, but then I was like, what's the point in staying at home? I'm safer at school, plus I might as well get my leg ready for tonight." I tell him, and he nods in agreement.

"If you don't want to watch everyone do pe then we can ask if we can go somewhere else, I know how shit it's gonna feel watching everyone else do it." Ethan offers, and I go to say something, but I hear Jason calling my name from behind us, and ethan and I both turn around to face him.

"You know Jason, I think I prefer you without the mask and knife." I snap as he now stands infront of us.

"What do you mean? You can't seriously think im the killer." He bluffs.

"I don't think you are, I know you are. Your bruise, plus the fact I saw your hair when I knocked your mask over, real funny bringing Wes into it, by the way, it was a nice touch." I add, and he shakes his head as he goes to step closer to me, but ethan protectively puts an arm in front of me as he steps in front of me, practically cutting me off from Jason.

"Leave her alone, Jason." Ethan warns sternly, and Jason, for some reason, shoves him, and ethan grabs him by his collar, but the bell goes, and ethan turns us both around and quickly leads us to the pe Hall whilst he angrily mumbles stuff to himself.

"Thank you for that." I say as we sit on the bleachers as we watch everyone run laps of the running track.

"Are you sure it was him that tried to kill you y/n? Because I swear to god if he tried to hurt you, I'll kill him." Ethan sternly says as he takes my crutches from me, placing them at his feet and I nod.

"He'll probably be at the party tonight. Everyone will kill him." I say with a laugh, and he nods before I gasp at his nose, the bruising is extremely worse and I feel very bad.

"Does your nose hurt?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about my nose y/n, you were the one attacked last night." Ethan argues and I groan.

"I don't want everything to be about the fact I was attacked. Maybe focusing on you is taking my mind off of it, so what are you dressing up as tonight?" I quiz as I scoot my body closer to his, and he smiles as I do so.

"Cardboard Knight." He answers with a silly smile and I nod.

"What about you?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I could find a fancy dress and be a princess, so then we could be a princess and her knight in shining armour." I say with a cheesy grin, and ethan returns it as he wraps an arm around my waist.

[mrschampionsblog]

New story I just wrote on Wattpad:)

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Your insecure, dont know what for:

Being insecure is the worst feeling. It was one you were growing accustomed to. You didn't know why, but you appeared uglier and uglier to yourself every single day. This was especially hard since you had the most beautiful boyfriend ever. How could Jack want to date someone like you when so many prettier girls are out there begging for him. The fact he is famous didn't help either, because you had a public relationship.

You looked in front of the changing room mirror at the mall, trying your hardest not to break down in tears? Anger? Annoyance? Who knows. You gathered your clothes and walked out the change room to see Jack sitting on the seat outside the change room.

"Any luck?" He said smiling.

"No" you shrugged it off.

He could tell you weren't happy and he isn't oblivious he knew you were feeling self conscious. He decided not to say anything and wait until you guys got home.

"Oh that's a shame. Are you hungry or do you want to go home?" He asked.

"I think I just want to go home" you replied.

You guys headed to the car and you were silent on the way home. Once you headed inside, you began to walk into your room and head to your bathroom so you could be alone, but a hand stopped you. Jack grabbed your wrist knowing you were going to go stand in there and stare in the mirror to criticise yourself.

"Jack let me go", you said on the verge of tears.

"No, I want you to tell me what your feeling and how I can help.".

That was it. You broke down ugly crying.

He wrapped his arms around you and gently walked you over to your bed and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, so once he sat down you were cuddled around him on his lap. Like a koala 🐨.

You just sobbed into his shoulder for a few minutes. Until he slowly plied your head away.

"Baby I know your feeling insecure". You didn't even have to ask how, he just always reads you so well. "Yeah" you mumbled.

"Do you wanna tell me why?", you sighed saying "I just never feel pretty anymore, and it's hard because your so beautiful and everyone always wants to be with you"

"You know what I'm gonna say, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Your literally so gorgeous it's not even funny. I chose you. I looked at you and decided you were going to be mine". He paused, continuing "obviously you are stunning, but I love you for so much more than that. I love your voice, I love your humour, I love your smart little brain, I love your kindness and oh my gosh do I love your body.", you blushed, smiling.

"Thanks sweetie" you kissed his cheek.

Then, of course, the post-angsty make out session began and you guys passionately kissed for a few minutes before he moved down your neck. He gripped you so intensely, as he sucked gently on your neck. His has moved down your thighs and slightly up the short sun dress you were wearing. He pushed you over on the bed and pinned your hands above your head as he kissed every inch of you. "I ...kiss... am... kiss...going to...kiss...show you...kiss...just how...kiss...perfect you are." He made his way back up to your lips as his hand slowly pulled up you dress.

"Ok" you smiled.

- A.R.G.

[i-heart-marvel]

Constellations: Till they do us apart

Thriller-Mystery-Rom-Com

Y/n never would’ve thought about her life going downhill after moving in with her stepmother and her son. After tragically losing the mother and the lover of Sebastián and his daughter Y/n in an car accident, Sebastián met Julia O’Mac. They have been dating for awhile before telling their children the big news. They’re getting married. Few years later Y/n and her dad had moved in with the O’Macs. By that time Y/n met her knight and shining armor,Tommy Clark.

When one night of her stepmother being gone Y/n thought she would’ve had some freedom. But come to find out her dad is missing. The police had said he was involved with a cartel. Y/n never thought that her father would be involved with something like that.

Now Y/n has to figure out what is happening with her dad, however while figuring it out Y/n would uncover all the secrets that lies within her family maybe even her best friend. She would even find out why her stepmother had been so cruel with her.

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So as y’all can see I can’t describe my own story for shit. I hope this would be good enough so some people can enjoy it or maybe have an interest in it

We have

You as Y/n Ramírez

Tenoch Huerta as Sebastián Ramírez

Jack Champion as Tommy Clark

McCabe Slye as David O’Mac

Elaine Hendrix as Julia O’Mac

I want to put some songs on so it can set a mood or just have some sort of relation to it 😭 but whatever hope you can like it

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[kaylinlmfao]

i hate you! but oh how i love you

type of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): mentions of sexual stuff but no actual smut in this part, teasing,, murder, violence, gore, this is mostly just plot

pairings(s): dark!dom!ethan landry x sub!fem!reader

A/N: here is a special, dark fic for a treat for me and for you guys. keep the requesting coming! I love this request, more like this one please! thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! this is part 1 (no smut just plot)

if i wrote an ethan x fem fanfiction and kinda combined the elements of my oneshots and put them into an actual book would y'all read it? (on wattpad)

just a couple of different things from the movie in this fic. sam, tara, kirby, and chad all die. so do quinn and bailey. all killed by ethan. ethan survives and we'll see where it goes from there.

"ok, ew. get a room you two." you say to tara and chad, accidentally walking in on them kissing. "how about you get a room? we already have one. this room." tara tells you, laughing. she knows you're excited for her. she's liked chad for as long as you can remember. your smile fades as you look behind her. "TARA MOVE!" you shout as the masked killer drives a knife into tara's back. she lets out a cry of pain as chad begins dodging and fighting the killer. "oh my god, tara." you run over to help her up off the floor. "it's ok. it's ok" you try to reassure yourself. you lift tara off the floor, slinging her arm over your shoulder as you try to get her to the door.

"chad! come on" you shout as he kicks the ghostface hard, then rushing over to help you with tara. you swing open the door. "oh my god!" tara shouts. you scream as you see sam barrel through the door. she looks at the three of you in shock before chad starts rushing us to go. "come on, go go go." he ushers us through the door as i glance back at the figure, struggling to get up from their place on the ground. "it's kirby! she's the killer!" sam exclaims as you all are running through the theater. "no shit!" chad runs over to the door you came in before being stopped. "it's locked. come on." "so we're trapped?" you ask, full of fear. this isn't your first rodeo with ghostface, oh no, but you always feel a huge wave of fear when seeing the mask. whether you see a person wearing the mask on the street, or seeing an actual killer wearing it, it brings back bad memories of your ex girlfriend.,

"kirby made this whole theater a kill box. for us." sam voices. tara spins and points upwards. "hey, what about that? there's an exit door. maybe it leads to the roof or something?" she asks, breathless. "there's only one way to find out. let's go." chad orders, grabbing tara's hand. i grip sam's hand as we turn to run. suddenly, another masked ghostface comes out from behind the curtain, swinging their knife. with an extra hard swing, one of the mannequin heads goes flying. "beheadings!" chad shouts, tackling the killer. "chad!" you shout, pointing to the camera behind him as sam rushes to help tara. "smile for the camera motherfucker" chad exclaims, swinging the camera, the figure on the floor flying back from the force of the blow

you push the movie curtain past you quickly, running through. "over there!' tara points as ghostface comes barreling from somewhere behind you. you take the lead, running down the narrow hallway, just trying to get away. another masked killer appears on the opposite end of the hall. now, you're all blocked in from both sides. before chad turns and throws the camera he's still holding at the pursuer behind you. "get fucked!" he shouts. you run into the room you began in, chad pulling the popcorn machine down in front of the figure rushing after you all. the killer swings his knife at chad, aiming to slice and dice. sam and tara each grab one of it's arms, pulling the person back. you subtlety turn, looking for the metal baseball bat you brought for protection. bingo. you grab it from where you leaned it against the wall while talking to chad and tara.

you take the bat in your hands, shout a loud battle cry, and swing at the masked figure, hard. they go flying to the floor with a loud cry of pain. it's a female. now more proof that it's kirby. tara pulls her foot back, crying out from the strain on her wound, and kicks the masked person on the floor, hard. "holy shit tara. brutal" you say, grabbing her and sam, backing up as chad picks up a glass machine off of the counter. "you hit them with a baseball bat" sam counters as chad fixes to throw the glass on the ghostface writhing in pain on the floor. you chuckle with pride. "i know." you see something behind chad that makes you scream in fear. "chad!" you cry, trying to warn him. you're too late, and you watch as the killer drives their knife into you're best friend's side. "no!" you and tara shout in unison. sam holds tara back, gripping your arm at the same time.

the other killer stands and they begin stabbing chad, over and over. you're on the verge of breaking down, again. deja vu. and your boyfriend ethan and mindy still haven't shown yet. you hope and pray that everyone survives this as you turn, unable to watch the scene in front of you, but knowing that there is nothing you can do to help chad. "run" he mouths to you, smiling sadly, blood flowing freely from his mouth and the other wounds on his torso. his body falls to the floor, and the two masked killers wipe their knifes in one swift motion. you run with tara and sam, vision blinded by tears. you cry out in surprise as another ghostface emerges from behind the curtain. the masked killer from before appears on the other side, shaking and waving their knife at you.

sam reaches down and picks up three bricks, handing one to tara and offering one to you. with a shake of your head, you decline. "i've got this" you say, readying your bat to begin swinging. you, tara, and sam form a triangle, tara and yourself gripping hands, sobbing. "ready?" sam asks as tara lets out a cry. "i need you both to be ready? ready?" she repeats. you nod, reaching for her hand, closing the circle. your holding onto sam and tara's hands for dear life, watching as the two sisters reach for the others hand. "deja vu" you whisper. "look at me" sam orders you and tara. "ready?" you glance at sam, then at tara. you may not be blood, but these are your sisters. "im ready" tara tells her. they both look at you. "ready as ill ever be" you say with a smirk, slinging your bat over your shoulder. "come on motherfucker!" tara screams, baiting the masked figure behind you.

suddenly, a loud gunshot sounds from behind you and you see kirby emerge from behind the movie curtain. "it's ok." she attempts to calm the three of you. "stay the fuck back!" sam shouts. "we know it's you kirby." tara tells her. "no! one of them knocked me out." she says, breathless and panting. "kirby stop! get away from the girls" detective bailey orders, pointing his gun at her. kirby mirrors his motions, pointing her gun at him too. "what are you doing?" kirby questions. "did you kill quinn? did you kill my daughter?!" bailey asks, distraught. "jesus christ! whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him. he's probably the killer." a ghostface appears behind the detective. "behind you!" kirby shouts, trying to warn him. two gunshots are fired and kirby falls to the ground. "holy shit." you say, shocked. "great job" bailey praises the ghostface standing behind him. "oh fuck this fucking shit. you cheap fuck!" you scream, staring at kirby's body in shock.

another ghostface emerges from behind detective bailey. "both of you" "you?" tara asks, still in shock. "yeah, of course me. frankly, i expected more from the two of you after what you did to us." "what do you mean us?" the one on bailey's left pulls her mask off. "quinn?" (i know i changed the order but it fits my idea better) sam asks in shock. "hey roomies. you didn't see that one coming did you?" "yeah, because you died!" "kinda didn't though. it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train, that sort of thing." "yeah, and i just made sure i was first on the scene so i could switch her body out with a fresh one. little fake blood, a prosthetic. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with" you jump a little, pumping your fist. "i fucking knew it! i knew it! i told you guys that she wasn't dead, but you didn't believe me! i told you, i said she wasn't dead. the blood on her walls was fake. I FUCKING KNEW IT!" "so who's the other one?" "mindy?" you ask, breath caught in your throat.

the mask was pulled off and your legs buckled at seeing your beloved boyfriend, ethan. you fell to your knees, feeling the rush of emotions that you felt a year ago come back to you. ethan looks at you with a deranged look in his eyes. "mindy was right. it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. all i had to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named chad. fuck, it felt good to kill him!" ethan continued speaking but you tuned him out. you couldn't stand to hear his voice or look at his face. you couldn't do this again. you just couldn't. the emotions were flooding you, the feelings overwhelming. you stared down at the floor, tears dripping onto the floor. feelings of hopelessness, sadness, betrayal all coursed through your veins. but soon they were all covered with a thick blanket of rage. red hot rage.

you stood, reminding yourself to stay strong. staring at the ground, tears still slipping down your cheeks. "i got stu macher's mask. he was my favorite." quinn says. "nice. that's number three, and that's number two." he pulls a ghostface mask from within his jacket. "which leaves, your sister's" he says pointing at you. "who's your sister?" tara whispers. "jill roberts" you whisper, still looking at the floor in shame. "this is what we've been counting down to, y/n. i'm gonna need you to put it on." bailey looks at you, holding the mask out to you. so broken. "fuck you!" you hear sam yell on behalf of you. ethan swings and slices open sam's upper arm. "ok! ok! im taking it, jesus. you psychopath" you glare at the boy you once thought you loved. you take the mask in your hands and stare down ashamed at it. you feel someone slip behind you to come stand in front of you. you know it's ethan. you know. he grips your chin, pulling your chin up to point your gaze at him. "oh princess. there's nothing to be ashamed of." he stares deep into your eyes, noticing how cold they are. you've never looked at him like this before.

but it's ok. he has a plan. and eventually, you'll get over it and understand. and you'll be his, though you have been since the day he saw you for the first time. he backs up to stand next to his father and sister. you were still staring at the mask that you held. suddenly, you heard commotion from behind you and saw the fight begin. but you couldn't. you couldn't fight. you didn't have it in you. quinn and bailey vs sam and tara. it wasn't a fair fight, that's for sure. sam and tara didn't have any weapons. you could help them a little bit but then you needed to find a way out of this stupid theater. you ran over to kirby and saw that she was still conscious, but barely. "i'm gonna need this. ill go get help. i promise" you whisper softly. kirby looks at you hard for a moment, and you share a moment of understanding before she slipped into unconsciousness.

you turn, feeling eyes on you. ethan. he isn't helping his father or sister. it's as though his only focus is you. his stare is scaring you, and though you'd never admit it, causing a heat to rush down to your core. damn him. you hate him. you do. but, oh. how you love him. (see what i did there lol?) you walk towards tara and sam, crying out when you feel someone coming up behind you, grabbing you by your throat and yanking you against their upper body. "fuck you, ethan!" you yell, drawing the attention from both your family and his. "but sweetheart, we already did that. i love to to do it again though." he whispers, kissing your neck softly. you bring your elbow forward and elbowing him hard, taking ethan by surprise and giving you just enough to to slip out of his grasp. "sam!" you shout, getting her attention from quinn advancing on her.

"catch" you bring your hand back and throw kirby's gun. for a split second, you think she won't catch it. it will slip from her grasp and everything will go downhill from there. and so it does. the gun slips and falls down to the ground, where you try to grab it. but a tall, 6'2 figure stands in your way. you're on your knees and he's standing in front of you. you're eye level with his bulge. you remember this position all too well. and judging by the smirk on ethan's face, he remembers it pretty well too. he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something that will infuriate you further. "oh just shut up! oh my god, you bent, twisted motherfucker!" you yell, standing quickly.

your breath catches in your throat as you realize how close you are to ethan. the height difference between the two of you was causing you to be eye level with his chest. you could see his muscles in his chest as he took a deep breath. you feel his fingers lifting your chin, so gentle, like you were glass and ethan was afraid to put the slightest crack on you. your eyes meet ethan's and you almost whimper. ethan's gaze on you is nothing like he's ever looked at you like before. full of lust, looking at you like he was going to devour you. "ethan" you breathe, so quiet, so soft. you quickly snapped out of the trance he had you in and dove, grabbing the gun off the ground and pointing it at ethan.

ethan began slowly walking towards you. "put the gun down princess." he says it as he normally would, but you feel mocked and teased. "you better back the fuck up unless you want a bullet in between your eyes, princess." you mock him, quickly walking backwards until your back is met with a hard surface. ethan continues walking towards you until there is only a enough space to put the gun against his chest in between the two of you. he glances down at it and then back at you as he speaks. "oh? don't talk like that. we both know you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger, sweet girl" you blush at the nickname and you know he sees.

"go ahead, pull the trigger." you freeze up as he move closer to the point where you have to move the gun, the butt pressing painfully against your chest. you hear the commotion going on in the background, but with the way ethan is standing above you with a bloody hands, it's making you dizzy and you feel like you're gonna pass out. you feel your head empty just as he somehow always caused it to do. it takes an extreme amount effort to get your head straight, telling yourself that this isn't ethan. it isn't the ethan you fell in love with, at least.

you swallow. "fuck you." you whisper, feeling the burning tension between the both of you. ethan chuckles as his expression turns to one of even deeper lust. you feel his hot breath on your face as you get angrier at the slick forming in your panties. "fuck you." "i hate you so much. i hate you for doing this to me and for breaking my fucking heart. i wish–" you stop at as ethan begins to speak. "what do you want, sweetheart? keep fucking talking, slut. keep trying to convince me you hate me." his gaze drifts to your lips. "i hate you" you sob. you're interrupted by the feeling of your mouths crashing together in a rough, lustfilled kiss. and, to your own surprise, you don't fight it. you can't bring yourself to shove him away. the sexual tension between the two of you had gone to the point of being unbearable, and the harsh way his lips move against yours and the way his tongue probes into your mouth makes you light headed.

ethan pulls away and looks at your lust filled, scared expression. "that's what i thought. you still want me, even i killed all your friends." you shake your head with a whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "i don't want you." you whisper. "oh my pretty girl. so confused, aren't you? don't you remember you cockdrunk and sobbing after i fucked you just last night?" he brings his lips to your ears, whispering. "when you couldn't say anything at all? all you could do was cry and beg me to stop touching your sensitive cunt and your puffy little clit? and i know you want to do it again. dirty little whore. my dirty little whore."

'i don't want you" you say, more trying to convince yourself than trying to convince ethan. he laughs, glancing down at your tear streaked face and big doe eyes. "ok, little one. ok" you wiped your tears quickly and shoved him off of you, turning and running down the nearest hallway. "you don't have to run, you know. I'm gonna catch you no matter how fast you are." you hear. ethan’s voice is cold and irritated as he stalks towards the hallway you just turned into. you're distracted as you trip over a gap in the hardwood floor and come crashing to the floor, and then, the sound of his steps hurrying up to meet you fill your heart with even more fear. your heart is already racing from the adrenaline of trying to escape the psychopath that you once called your boyfriend. The bloody tip of his knife rounds the corner before he does, and it's enough to fuel your desire to get up and stumble around the nearest corner, into a bathroom.

you slam the door behind you with the force of your body against it, and attempt to fumble with the lock for a split second before running to grab the nearest object, a marble vase to try and buy you a few seconds. It's not even seconds until he's turning the knob, trying to get in. the door rattling the entire room suddenly and your heart hitting the floor as he speaks. "open the door, my love. i won't hurt you as long as you behave." you're not allowed even a second opportunity to look for a way out, to even consider the option of jumping out the second story window on to the concrete below, or just hide and pray for mercy. Because three loud, earth-shattering crashes of his shoulder meeting the hardwood door splinters it almost immediately after the third hit, and you're so close to the door that one of those shards flies and slices open the heel of your hand–and now, instead of using those few precious moments to come up with a plan to get away, you're crying and grabbing your wrist in pain, blood gushing from the wound and splattering all over the white tile floor.

the pain derails your whole train of thought, your vision blurring with tears as you fall back and shake with shock, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the tile behind that leads straight to you. one more crash of ethan's shoulder against the door does the trick, and ethan has successfully crushed a hole in the bathroom door, his arm reaching through to unlock it so it only takes a quick kick to open. "man, you made me break the door. this is probably pretty valuable" his eyes turn to you, bright and brown and angry. "and you cut your wrist." ethan reaches out for you, and doesn't stop when you flinch away from him. you have nowhere else to go, no way out, what are you gonna do? you're aren't a threat to anyone but yourself. you're a helpless little thing, and when ethan does grab you, he's gripping your wrists so hard you're already begging him to stop and let go. "why don't you beg me not to kill you, princess?" he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, behind your ear to whisper it directly into your ear–his voice makes you shiver, like it's a cold breeze in the across your neck. "i'm kinda considering it. you're pissing me off. you won't stop running away from me"

"what now? why are you looking at me like that?" he moves away from you to meet your eyes, but the fear is clear in yours–you watched him help murder your best friends, your family. what does he think you are? happy? no, you're petrified. "i'm so scared…" "scared? I'm scaring you?" You nod your head in the most pathetic fashion, with a quivering lip to top it off. ethan isn't just scary. A horror movie is scary, a bump in the night is scary. ethan, he's utterly terrifying.

"Then why are you soaking wet?" His question stops your mind in it's tracks, confusion etched on your face, but your stuttering and stammering stops short when you feel his big hand brush your thigh. you jerk away from him on instinct, but his harsh grip on your hurt arm keeps you flush against him, and you're forced to stand and shiver as his fingers fly under your skirt and they come to cup your pussy over your panties. he rubs a teasing thumb into what should be a random spot, but he knows where your clit is from past experience and knows how to press so firmly and hard to make you squeal. even your body is betraying you right now, and that strip of soft fabric between your legs is completely soaked for him to enjoy to the fullest. "you want this. you want me, huh? so bad that you're soaked" you shake your head no violently, too wound up to open your mouth because you know the words won't come out the way you want them to.

"yeah, that's it. you want me to fuck your brains out. you just want my attention. that's why you're running from me. you want me to catch you." "No!" you sob, trying to push him away again. ethan ignores your outburst and the shove you try to give him to get him off, ethan yanks you harder against him for you to feel how hard he is beneath the ghostface costume he's wearing, and for his fingers to prod you even rougher as he blindly searches for a way into your panties. "I don't want you ethan!" "You do!" He barks back, the growl of his voice sending an unwanted cold shiver up your spine. now he's found a way in, his fingertips brushing your folds before losing any gentle or tenderness they might have had and pushing their way inside. He's big, brutal, fingers working in to spread you out and shucking all that wet slick into his palm. his lips meet your cheek, hot and soft, and he has you hooked. nothing but him

you feel his breath hot and shaky on your ear. He doesn't seem to care you're up on your tiptoes, gasps of pain and pleasure dying in your throat, because he's got his fingers so fucking deep. ethan is preoccupied, you know as much by the absent strokes against your clit with his thumb, moving in no specific direction. "so pretty like this. blood on your face, crying for me." ethan pulls away suddenly, cheek still sticky with blood you wish was fake. it's on you too, smeared down your jaw like a smudge of scarlet paint, and his hands are covered in it too, that he's rubbing it into you for his own pride and sick pleasure. while he looks you in the eyes, he doesn't move his fingers from inside you, nor shows any expression aside from a deep, dark lust over his brown eyes that betrays the terror that a true psychopath could bestow.

"Your body is mine. this pretty pussy is mine. You're all mine." He mutters below his breath, spreading his fingers inside you to watch you gasp and your eyelids flutter as they fill with tears. you let out a loud cry as you coat ethan's fingers with your cum. as you come down from your high, you think about how wrong this is. your friends, they would want you to get out. they would want you to get to the hospital and tell mindy and gale before ethan got there first. "get away from me" you say, shoving ethan away hard. "but i don't want to. i want you to ride me and milk my cock until you're crying" he says it so innocently, it infuriates you to no end. "shut the fuck up!" he opens his mouth again to probably say something even dirtier, but you don't let him. maybe it's time to take a different approach. "you really want my pussy to clench around you? to milk you dry while i cry and scream your name? you want me to jump on your fucking dick until i can't think?" you ask him in a sultry tone.

he groans loudly. "fuck yeah, princess. i do. and i fucking will every single thing you just said right here, in every damn room in this fucking theater. you'll be so fucked out and overstimulated you'll be begging me to stop." "oh?" you tilt your head, looking at him. this is it. he moves towards you slowly, away from the destroyed door. "well ethan. let's do it then." you feel his big hand on the back of your neck as he slams your lips onto his. you quickly bring your knee straight up, nailing him in the dick. "well, you can't do any of those things if i cut your fucking dick off, can you?" your mood changed so fast you couldn't even regulate it. it was like you had an alternate, darker personality. just like ethan. you look at him, a deranged and feral look in your eyes. ethan wasn't scared. he was turned on. and now, he was pissed as fuck and in pain. he wanted to pound you until you cried, remind you who could make you feel so small so quickly. you stomp hard on ethan's foot as he cried out in pain. "you wanna know my secret? it wasn't sam who sliced up your brother. it was me. after he fucking groomed my girlfriend." that part was not true either. it was also not true when people said you were just like your sister. but he doesn't need to know that. ethan almost came in his pants. you were so hot when you were feral, though it was acting and he knew it.

you turned and ran out the door while he was distracted. you needed to get help. some of your friends could be alive. "man, i should get an oscar. that was some amazing acting if i do say so myself" but before you could find an exit, someone pulled you back. it wasn't ethan, it was kirby. she was still on the floor, barely conscious. she grabbed your ankle and you leaned down slowly. "im going to get help. it's ok." you attempt to reassure her. "get out of here. there is an exit behind the back hallway. there's a room behind there. it's soundproof, it's what they used for filming and editing. there is door that leads outside. go" she struggled to finish speaking before she passed out again. you followed her instructions, turning past chad and bolting towards the door. you're running fast, and you speed around a corner. next thing you know, you run into a hard chest and you're sprawled out on your back. sharp curses leave your mouth as you stare up at ethan. "fuck me" you curse. ethan smirks. "that's the plan, princess."

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