#chad meeks angst

[darkfemininenergy]

BEGGING FOR IT — ethan landry and chad meeks martin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[popeheywardssecretgf]

Chad Meeks Martin fics & blurbs

Chad is an Underrated King™

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

still updating as I read more!

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

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

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

Fluff

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

Smut

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

Angst

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

[ultralightpoe]

Karma - Chad Meeks

Karma - Chad Meeks

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

MIDNIGHTS EVENT

Word Count: 5717

Warnings: A lot of slut shaming, ghostface

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

Enjoy!

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

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

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

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

All you had to do was wait. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So who is the dick?”

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

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

“Ex.”

“What’d he do?”

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

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

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

“So you’re the enemy right now?”

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

“Let’s take him down then.” 

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

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

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”

“So?”

“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

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

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

But it wasn’t your business. 

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

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

“I do not sound that robotic.” 

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

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

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

“Let’s take this fool down!”

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

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

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

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

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

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

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

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

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

“That was bullshit.”

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

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

“Never seen a single game.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, why?”

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

“And why’s that?”

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

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

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh…right. The Karma Game.

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

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

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

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

Spider-boy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

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

It's coming back around

The game only amplified from there. 

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

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

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

And your crush on him had been rapidly growing. 

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

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

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

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

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

“Because he posted those photos of you!”

“They are just photos.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

“How about another time?” He whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

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

Turns out that was a big lie. 

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

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

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

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

Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff. 

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

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

Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free. 

Read. 

How wonderful…….

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

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

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

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

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

“Save WHAT?”

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I’m sick of the masks.” 

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

“I don’t even have a costume.” 

“Yes you do.” 

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

Until you waltzed in. 

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

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

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

“Third party?”

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

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

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

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Karma is a god

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

Karma's a relaxing thought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, just a really bad prank-” 

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

“And who was batman?”

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

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

“So why are you in my bed?”

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

“I would never say that.”

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

“SHUT UP!”

Karma's a relaxing thought

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

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

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

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

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

[cigsafterly]

if you want to

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

word count: seven hundred fifty two!

about: chads so shy to speak to you, after anika giving him some advice he might just speak to you ><!

Chad liked you, a lot, you were in a few of his classes in blackmoore. You were known to the friend group of his since he couldn’t get your name out of his mouth. You knew about Chad, he was the cute jock you always saw around campus and around passing period.

He was shy so that was the core reason why he didn’t talk to you. Mindy laughed at him and she told him that it was so silly of a reason why he hadn’t talked to you yet. Anika told Mindy to be nicer to her twin and tried to give the shy jock some advice. ¨Maybe try to introduce yourself during passing period to her, there is that party this weekend so you could ask her if she is going to go.¨ that is a good idea chad thought to himself.

Chad thanked Anika for the advice and went on his way to his next class which coincidentally you were going to be in. There you were, you held two books in your hands. Chad walked faster to catch up to you, ‘’Hey you´re y/n right?’’ He had the biggest smile on his face currently that you couldn’t help, but notice. ‘’ Yes, that's me! I know you you’re that guy named Chad in my economy class if I’m correct?’’ You started to smile without even realizing it. For a while you were speaking until he kept smiling and forgot you guys were even speaking for a moment until you said, ‘‘Chad??’’ He then noticed that you kept saying his name to him, ‘‘Wait what were we talking about?’’ He scratched his head. ‘‘ You were asking me if I wanted to go the party with you?’’

‘‘Ohhh right right will you?’’ He was hoping that you’d say yes. ‘‘Of course I want to go with you! Come on we’ll be late to our next class!’’ You were telling him as you took his arm with you. He was totally all there for that.

After all the events it was Saturday and it was four pm and you still hadn’t had an outfit for the party. It was a costume party and you’ve heard that Chad was going as a cowboy so you decided to go as a cowgirl. It was reasonable since you guys were going together!

Your roommate had a cowgirl hat and you already have a top as well as some shorts that could totally blend in as cowgirl shorts if that was a thing. Now it was time to put on some light makeup or so. After you were done you received a text from Chad saying ‘be there in five’ you smiled. You had gotten his number on a piece of paper handed to you in your hands

You heard a knock and you opened it and there he was. ‘‘Wow you look amazing y/n’’ he smiled, putting his hands towards your waist. ‘‘So do you Chad,’’ You were blushing so hard. ‘‘ Come on lover boy we can’t fool around for so long or we’ll be late to the party!’’ He nodded taking your hand and leading you to the car, he opened the passenger seat for you, ‘‘ My lady’’ You couldn’t help but giggle, ‘‘You’re quite the gentleman.’’

You guys finally got to the party. He got you guys some shots. After them he couldn’t keep his hands off you! ‘‘Y/n you’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen did you know?’’ He grinned making eye contact with you while having his hands on your waist, there was a relieving tension between the two of you. You giggled, ‘‘ I’m quite flattered by that pretty boy.’’ Chad wanted to break this tension between the two of you so he pressed his lips on to yours while grabbing your face.

You had never kissed anyone before. You were worried you were a bad kisser, but in your eyes Chad kept kissing you. Suddenly he broke the kiss, he could see the worried expression on your face. He started to say, ‘‘ Listen y/n, I’ve liked you for a while now and I want you to be my girlfriend.’’ He was holding hands with you at this point, ‘‘ Chad I’d love to.’’

He smiled holding your waist as you began to kiss him, Mindy caught on along as well as Anika, Mindy started to say, ‘‘ I didn’t think he’d have the guts to do that.’’ Anika looked at the two of you, ‘‘Me either.’’

a/n: it’s been such a while since ive wrote ohmygosh! hope u guys enjoy this sdsssn

[parkerflix]

—angel

chad meeks-martin x gn!reader (mentions of ethan landry x reader but don’t be fooled)

genre: angst angst angst w a little fluff

warnings: mentions of ghostface from scream 5, no scream 6 spoilers, mentions of alcohol

wc: 3.5k (i’m so sorry in advance)

synopsis: you were chad’s angel forever. but what if forever wasn’t as long as you both thought?

a/n: here’s this fic ): it was a monster to write i normally don’t write this much but ahhh yeah </3 not proofread

i.

you had known chad all your life. having mothers that were best friends came with your own built in friends in the twins. mindy was always the one who seemed to be hot & cold with you (you assumed it had to do with the incident in 7th grade— it wasn’t your fault). chad on the other hand, took to you very quickly and ended up always being around you. in the blink of an eye you were attached at the hip, where one went, the other would follow.

it stayed this way all throughout high school, his on & off relationship with liv never affecting your friendship. you know that liv had thought it was a little strange that you were so close, but once wes had shown interest in you, she quickly seemed to accept it.

after the incident last year in woodsboro, chad had decided to stay by your side even more. you had both lost your partners, and had barely survived what amber & richie put everyone through. the first few months were the hardest, nightmares of wes’ death haunting you, knowing you were too late to save him or his mom. your parents were reluctant to have you move so far away for college, only feeling a small sense of relief knowing everyone was going to the same place.

time went by, and you and chad seemingly had your normal friendship. but everyone around you couldn’t help but notice there was a shift, in both of your demeanors. you both seemed to be more intimate, soft touches & lingering glances noticed by everyone. you hadn’t given it much thought, it was chad, the same guy you had seen accidentally swallow a fly while camping when you were 10. he was your best friend, the person who probably knew you best (although mindy would argue she knew you better-) and that knew your deepest secrets and fears.

mindy had brought it up one night, before the big halloween party at the frat house.

“so what are you and my lovely brother going as?”

you looked back at her, two costumes in your hands.

“we aren’t going as anything specific, i don’t even know what he’s wearing.”

mindy rolled her eyes, perching herself on your bed.

“there’s no way you guys aren’t doing a couples costume.”

“we aren’t! i just can’t decide if i want to go as a grim or as maybe a cowboy?”

“who the fuck is grim-“

you held up the robe that you had tailored ( used fabric tape) to make it where you went tripping on the robe all night.

“from the grim adventures of billy and mandy? the cartoon?”

mindy gave a displeased look and you put one of the costumes back.

“okay i think i’m going with this.”

ii.

you had been at the party for less than 30 minutes and had already downed a few drinks, completely forgetting that you promised chad to pace yourself tonight.

mindy and annika were sitting next to you, talking about something that you didn’t really bother to pay attention to. you saw tara stumbling her way to the kitchen, talking to some girls that you had seen in your psych class. sipping the drink in your cup (what were you drinking?), you gazed

around the room, feeling bored and alone. suddenly a hand landed on your shoulder, making you jump slightly.

mindy and annika looked at you, both rolling their eyes at the culprit. you turned your head to see chad there, in his costume.

his cowboy hat was poorly positioned on his head, and it was hard to not notice his lack of a shirt. he smirked seeing you take his outfit all in. moving from behind the couch to infront of you, he did a quick twirl for you, making you giggle at his curtesy.

“you like what you see?”

you shook your head, the hood from your robe falling off your head.

“definitely not.”

“you wound me angel.”

you scoffed, and got off the couch, weaving your arm in his. chad kissed your hand before leading you to the kitchen, ready to grab another drink.

“where were you?”

“i was busy dragging ethan out of the dorm, he decided to make his costume and he was struggling with it last minute.”

you inwardly cringed at the mention of ethan.

ethan landry was chad’s roommate & friend who had a not so secret attraction to you. you thought he was sweet, and you assumed he took a liking to you because unlike everyone else in your friend group you showed him more kindness. you didn’t see him like that, although he never seemed to make a move so you didn’t worry about him too much.

“is that so?”

chad hummed, pouring two drinks, and topping yours off.

“you know, he looks really good tonight. i bet he’d like to hear you compliment him.”

“chad…”

“listen, i just want my two friends happy with each other! you both look so cute and would have the cutest babies.”

“ew chad, gross!”

“i’m just saying!”

you shook your head, groaning when he took your hand and started dragging you away to a quieter part of the house. you tried to ignore the butterflies that you had in your stomach, also ignoring the way your hands fit together perfectly.

ethan had been standing in the corner, eyes wide and looking extremely uncomfortable in his outfit. he was dressed as a knight, and made out of cardboard.

chad had pushed you towards him, making you stumble over your feet. ethan’s eyes widen and he stuck an arm out for you to grab, which you did.

“whoops sorry angel.”

you could hear chad’s shit eating grin in his voice and deciding to ignore him. you quickly took your hands off ethan’s arm, thanking him for the stability.

“nice outfit, who are you dressed as?”

“well i had a few outfits in mind including one that would’ve matched with chad-“

you let out a soft laugh, feeling chad’s arm come around your shoulders.

“but i ended up going with grim from the grim adventures billy and mandy.”

ethan hummed, seemingly deep in thought for a moment.

“that’s that one cartoon network show right?”

“oh my god yes!” your eyes lit up passing your cup to chad’s empty hand.

ethan laughed, seeing how excited you got over someone knowing the show.

“it used to be my favorite growing up.”

“no way! i watched it all the time as a kid, i was devastated when they stopped running honestly i don’t know why they stopped!”

the rest of the night had gone by in a flash, chad still by your side while you and ethan had talked about the shows you watched as a kid and your favorite episodes. you felt like you knew ethan better, and you were somewhat glad that chad had brought you over.

chad on the other hand, seemed quieter than usual, his arm always either being over your shoulder or around your waist. he sipped his drink slowly, just taking in the party environment and enjoying the warmth of your body next to his.

ethan had started to talk about another topic, when you let a yawn out, and caught chad’s attention.

“are you ready to go angel?”

you shook your head, obviously fighting (and losing) to your exhaustion. chad removed himself from you, saying he was letting mindy know that he was taking you back to your place.

you said your goodbyes to ethan, and waited in the front yard, waiting for chad to make his way back to take you home.

a few minutes had gone by, and there was no sign of him. there were a few stray people here & there, but they all seemed to be in their own worlds.

you pulled out your phone from your shorts, shooting him a text. a couple of minutes went by again, and right as you were about to go inside the house again, you saw ethan making his way towards you.

“i’m taking you home. uhm, chad got a bit occupied.”

your heart deflated a bit, but u nodded, not wanting it to be so obvious.

“yeah okay, sounds good. let’s go landry.”

the walk with ethan was peaceful, a simple conversation flowing between the two of you. you were tempted to ask about chad, but bit your tongue on the topic. soon, the two of you were outside your door both unsure of what to do.

“so…”

“yeah…”

ethan’s ears were slowly reddening, his gaze averted and looking anywhere but your face.

you let out a small laugh and shook your head.

“thanks for walking me back ethan. it means a lot.”

“oh it’s not a problem, i know you were supposed to walk with chad, but i’m just glad you made it home safe.”

“well either way, thank you. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” you quickly opened your door, taking a step inside your place before turning back and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“goodnight ethan.”

you scurried into your apartment, closing the door on the stunned boy on your doorstep.

iii.

you didn’t see chad until a few days later, in the library between classes. you were hoping to check out a book for your film class, not hearing him creep up behind you due to your headphones.

reaching up to grab one of the books, you felt 2 fingers poke at each of your sides, causing you to let out a gasp and jump.

you held onto the shelf, turning around and glaring at the culprit.

chad stood there, in a tank sweatshirt with some sweats. he smiled at you, waving his hand,seemingly ignoring the glare you sent his way.

you pulled your headphones down and around your neck, lowering the music playing.

“hi.”

“that’s all i get? i haven’t seen you in days.”

you rolled your eyes at him and lightly jabbed his chest.

“and who’s fault is that? you basically disappeared on me and then had ethan take me home!”

he winced, as if you had actually hurt him and jutted out his bottom lip.

“i’m sorry angel, i am but tara was dealing with this guy who was very obviously trying to take advantage of her and you know i didn’t wanna leave her alone like that-“

you put your hand out, stopping him from the long tangent about to come out of his mouth.

“it’s fine. anyways it made have someone i can talk to about things about things other than tara nice for a change.”

the name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, but you knew there was hidden poison with it, jealousy taking you over.

in all your time being friends with the twins, you always seemed to come second to tara. it’s not like she did it on purpose, she just attracted people towards her. even wes liked her before he had a crush on you, and it always made your heart ache a little.

she was lovely, and one of your closest friends, but you knew and saw the way that chad stared at her so lovingly. it was painfully obvious to you and everyone but them that they were into each other. and who where you to stand in the way of that?

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, how about movie night tonight? my place, we can watch those barbie movies you love so much.” chad wiggled his eyebrows, and you let out a giggle before sighing.

“that sounds great, except…”

“no no, no except you have to. cancel your plans and come hang out with me.” chad grabbed your hand, bringing it to his chest.

“i cant, i promised ethan that i would help his with his homework, a little bit of a trade off, he’s helping me with my psych project.” you said, keeping your voice and eyes down, not wanting chad to see the blush on your face.

you had missed the way a few emotions had flashed through his eyes, his hand releasing yours.

“oh. maybe next time then?”

you looked up at him, seeing him with a soft smile and nodded.

“next time.”

vi.

next time had seemed to be put off by months, both of you drifting farther and farther from the other . most days you spent with mindy & annika or with ethan.

you were grateful for the three of them, them trying to keep chad’s name out of conversation when you were around.

you had tried to make time to hang out with him, but he always seemed busy with sports or school or tara.

you weren’t sure what happened that night of the party, but the two of them were much cozier, everyone immediately noticing at one of the groups’ game nights. they played it off, but everyone could tell by their bright red ears they were lying.

you were happy for him, but it didn’t help the aching in your heart. you had always been told by everyone that you and chad were eventually going to end up together, and that not happening knocked your whole world down.

at this point, you were more concerned about your friendship with him than anything, not even knowing if he still considered you his best friend.

your relationship with ethan had grown since the night of the party, and you were happy he was willingly to take it slow with you.

he had confessed one night during your study session, and took your apology well. he knew you had eyes for chad, and he was willing to help you with it, and just be a friend. he had put your feelings above his, and something just pulled at your heart strings. you both had agreed to take it slow, warning him that you weren’t quite ready but were willing if he helped.

and he was helpful. ethan came to every event you had, studied with you and slowly, traditions you had with chad were replaced with new traditions you had with ethan.

you two were joined at the hip, but also enjoyed your personal space and he understood you. you were grateful for him being so patient with you, and just enjoyed his company.

tonight was a movie night that you and ethan had planned, he had let you know that chad would be out of the room all night. you brought over your mini projector & some snacks, and ethan had ordered your favorite takeout.

a few movies in, you started to get sleepy, and got up to change. you pulled open one of ethan’s drawers, grabbing a shirt and a pair of shorts you had stolen from him for these nights. you quickly got changed, and snuggled back in bed with ethan, laying your head on his chest, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you flush to his side. you absentmindedly drew shapes on his arm, making looking up at him, the movie being drowned out.

his brown curls were messy, some of them getting close to his eye. you reached up to brush his hair from his face, not even noticing that he had paused the movie and was watching you. you brushed his hair, and let your hand linger, the air between the two of you becoming tense. ethan leaned down and kissed you, your heart swooning when he did. his arm around your waist seems to draw you closer to him, his lips leaving yours for a second before he kisses you again, and you can tell he’s trying to say something to you.

before you can even process what that could be, his front door opens and chad walks in, shocked and a little annoyed it seems.

you both pull away from each other sheepishly, not realizing that chad was coming home tonight.

“oh sorry.” he says, awkwardly tossing his keys onto their counter.

“hey dude, we didn’t think you were gonna be home tonight.” ethan said, his grip on your waist slightly tightening. you stayed quietly watching the two boys interact with each other.

“yeah well, tara and i had an argument so i decided to come home. but i’ll be going now.” he quickly grabbed his keys and opened the door, slamming it when he exited.

you blinked, pressing a chaste kiss to ethan’s lips before sliding your shoes on.

“i’ll be right back.”

v.

you opened the door and peered into the hallway to see chad’s figure turning to corner to the staircase. quickly closing their door, you dashed to catch him on the stairs.

he had made it decently far down the steps, and you ran down the stairs, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket to catch his attention.

he stopped and turned around, shocked to see you standing there, catching your breath.

you held up a finger to him, trying to catch your breath before you started talking. chad took in your appearance, your hair all over the place, and a shirt and shorts that he knew he had seen ethan wear more than once around their room. his heart clenched at the thought of the two of you, not knowing what might have happened if he hadn’t walked in.

you finally caught your breath, standing up and giving chad a look over. he had dark circles, and his knuckles seemed to be turning white from how hard he was squeezing his hands. the two of you stood there, not knowing what to say to each other. you weren’t sure how you had ended up so far away from each other, and it admittedly made you more sad than normal.

“so you and ethan huh?”

you crossed your arms,clearly unimpressed.

“yeah and?”

chad shook his head.

“nothing, i just didn’t think he was your type.”

you scoffed at that, not believing him.

“you know it’s shocking to hear you say that, considering you were the one who pushed us together.”

“i never did that.”

“oh come on chad. you always mentioned it before and you always said you were his wingman.”

“yeah that’s because i didn’t think you were going to actually go out with him. he’s not right for you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“and what do you mean by that?”

“what i just said. he’s not right for you.”

“oh yeah? then who is?”

“me.”

you laughed when he said that, so loudly that it reverberated off the staircase walls.

“since when?”

chad ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“since forever. angel— i’ve always loved you.”

you stared at him stunned, not knowing what to say. months ago, you would have swooned at the mere thought of him saying something like that. but now, you felt anxiety and melancholy, wrapped together.

“don’t say things like that.”

“it’s the truth.”

“you’re lying.”

“i’m not angel—“

“don’t call me that.”

“but angel—“

“i said don’t call me. that.”

a beat passed, both of you quiet before your brain completely processed it and you started talking.

“ i cant even believe you right now, how could you just tell me this just now? you’re with tara, you have been, she’s been the person you love.”

chad sighed, taking a seat on the step.

“she broke up with me.”

“oh.”

“she said that she could tell i wasn’t as into her as she was into me and she was cool about it. i think she knew i have a thing for you.”

you sat down next to chad, your knees touching each other.

“why would you tell me this now?”

“i just always assumed, that we would always have a chance. i mean how many times have you gotten a partner and it doesn’t work out for one reason or another? and then i’m the only one there. each time.”

“but chad— you knew that ethan liked me, you told me to pursue him, you were the one with the heart eyes at tara.”

he shook his head.

“it was always you. it still is.”

you sighed and lifted his chin, keeping him eye level with you.

“if you had told me this months ago…”

“i would’ve had a chance right?”

“you would’ve been my only one.”

“am i too late? i’ll apologize to ethan, tell him that i was the idiot, that you said yes, you were just confused.”

you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your forehead.

“chad i-“

“don’t.” his voice quivered, and you looked to see his eyes filled with tears.

“i’m so sorry angel.”

he leaned against your arm, his tears soaking the sleeve of your shirt.

“i’m so sorry chad.”

he sniffled, eyes bloodshot meeting yours.

“in another life time do you think we would’ve made it?”

you kissed his hand, letting your stray tears fall as well.

“i think so.”

you both sat in the hall, hearts broken by the choices made and the lingering of what if around you both.

[taylorswiftt1]

Mason Gooding

[chqrmperscn]

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[loaksbitch]

virgin town ✶ e. landry

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

pairing : both inexperienced!ethan x inexperienced!reader

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

you bite your lips hard when you enter his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you can hear your heartbeat in your ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’s definitely about to lose it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh.

oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“want to stop?” he was out of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

you’re thanking him for listening and stopping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[euaphora]

BOY YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE, JUST BE MY LOVER ?! | ft. Ethan Landry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jazzyoranges]

Recollections of the past

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: when you die, Tara struggles living without you

Words: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Little miss eager, are we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!”

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

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[veryberryjelly]

lazy day with ethan landry <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[popeheywardssecretgf]

I SWEARRRR IF I SEE ONE MORE ETHAN LANDRY FIC ON THE CHAD MEEKS MARTIN TAG I WILL KILL MYSELF OMGG

Y’all stay in your own tag 😭 there’s barely any chad stuff as is — don’t make it harder for me to find too☹️

[ultralightpoe]

Scream Masterlist

All my Scream works in an updated masterlist!

My MAIN Masterlist is here! Last Updated: 1-31-24

"Who gives a fuck about the movies?"

-ALL WRITING IS AT A PAUSE BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!-

-Ethan Landry-

Busted

Maroon (Midnights Album Event)

Bigger Than The Whole Sky (Midnights Album Event)

-Chad Meeks-

Karma (Midnights Album Event)

[lesbianpepsi]

Fuck it I love you

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.

series masterlist

words: 2.320k

warnings: mean sam, light swearing, reader being down bad for our sammy, bad writing

authors note: alright my darlings the first chapter to the sam mini series as promised. the wonderful anon who requested this, my dear i am so sorry it took so long for me to get to this. although it's taken a while, i do hope you still enjoy this! feedback and comments are greatly appreciated:)

The wonders of college. 

You get to meet new people, explore your sexuality, party like there’s no tomorrow, try new things and staying up till three in the morning  crying over a piece of work that’s due that very morning that you decided to wait till the last minute to do only to instantly regret it, saying you’ll never do the same mistake next time but  knowing deep down inside you will. 

And of course the trials and tribulations of group projects. Something everyone loathed, and if anyone said otherwise they’re lying. 

You have never been a fan of group projects; so when your professor announced that you’ll be doing a pair project you couldn’t tell if you wanted to slap him or cry. Probably both. The absolute worst thing about projects that involve more than one party member is awkwardly asking a stranger if they’re willing to work with you.

That’s why when you heard that familiar sweet voice speak to you, you couldn’t help but smile. 

“You cool with doing this together?” Tara Carpenter asked you with a nervous smile. 

You and Tara aren’t exactly friends, more like acquaintances; if one missed a presentation the other would give them their notes to copy off of, saving a seat next to each other, saying hello if you ever see each other around campus. 

It isn’t the fact you don’t want to be friends with Tara, she seems like a really kind woman but she’s quite distant and quiet. You can’t judge her or shame her for it since you’re shy, awkward and always in a state of anxiety. 

Maybe this would be the push to make you and Tara become friends. 

You smile at the brunette with an appreciative gleam in your eyes. “Please. I was already planning a speech on why the professor should allow me to do this alone.” Tara laughs, covering her mouth with her hand as the corner of her eyes crinkled with delight. 

“Lucky for me then.” Tara stays silent for a few moments before she added. “Do you wanna just get the whole awkward phone exchange now?” 

You chuckled, nodding your head as you dug out your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, unlocking it and passing it over to her. Tara stares between and your phone almost bewildered with the fact you just passed your phone over to her without hesitation, rather than just saying your number. 

She slowly takes your phone and adds her phone number into your contacts texting herself before passing it back to you. You smiled at her as you pocketed your phone back into its original space of your pocket. 

___________

A few days have passed ever since you and Tara exchanged phone numbers but no plans had been made on when you two should start. You refused to leave this till the last second like you’ve done so many times before, swallowing your nerves you unlock your phone and send Tara a message.

Me (11:32am): hey tara it’s y/n from class, i was wondering what day we can meet to start our project. i was thinking we could meet in the library whenever you can :) 

Instantly you shut your phone off after the message is delivered; there always has been something so weirdly intimidating about messaging someone you don’t really know. Deciding to distract yourself you go make yourself a sandwich for lunch, leaving your phone in your room. 

After two episodes of New Girl and a delicious sandwich had been eaten you returned to your room in search of your phone. Flopping down on your bed you grab your phone and see Tara has messaged you back.

Tara (12:15pm): hi y/n:) if you’re free we can meet today to get started on our project? the only issue is that i can’t come to the library

Me (12:23pm): im more than good with today!! :D

Me (12:23pm): do you wanna come over to my apartment then??

Tara (12:24pm): actually is it alright if you come over to my apartment, around half two?

Me (12:24pm): yeah idm, just as long as we start it lol. where do you live?

Tara (12:28pm): the apartment complex near Blackmore, apartment number 56

Me (12:28pm): okie dokie, see you soon :D 

Tara (12:29pm): 😊👍

You grinned to yourself slightly proud you’ve decided to be smart and start this project early. You just hoped the actual planning of the project would go just as smoothly. 

___________

At two you decided to leave your apartment, wearing a simple white shirt along with some mom jeans. Not even ten minutes into your walk it began pouring down with rain, leaving you sprinting towards the complex as your heavy backpack hit your bag with every step. 

Slamming the double door entrance to the apartment complex open, you instantly gasp for breath as water drips off of every part of you. 

How fucking typical. 

You pull out your phone and with wet fingers you send Tara a quick message before slowly starting to walk up the stairs. 

By the second floor you started to get tired, by the third you began wondering why the fuck there isn’t an elevator in this place, by the fourth you’re questioning your life choices and by the time you arrive on the fifth floor you’re breathing like a life long smoker who just ran towards the store after noticing they’re out of cigarettes.

Like a zombie you walk over to the apartment door with the number ‘56’ on it, sluggishly you raise your hand and knock on the door two times.

After a painstakingly long time a woman answers the door, and you’re pretty sure your heart explodes at the sight of her. 

She’s got olive skin that looks so irresistibly smooth, dark brown eyes that glared at you, she’s around the same height of you if not maybe a bit taller. She’s leaning against the door frame as she’s only opened the door a small amount so her figure could be shown. 

Her lips are pulled in a tight straight line as her arms crossed over her stomach, the tight grey vest top she’s wearing showing off her impressive biceps. She’s glaring at you with her cold eyes as she glowers down at you. 

“Who are you?” She asks in a voice that is ever so raspy, her eyes gazing up and down your body. Your ears burn scarlet red at her eyes checking you out as you stare at her in awe. “I’m, uhm, Tara’s project partner. Y/n L/n.” You stutter out as you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

If this isn't gay panic you don’t know what is. 

“Why are you so wet?” She questions with judging eyes.

‘Cause of you

“It started raining after I left my apartment and I didn’t bring a coat.” You explained with a nervous smile as you locked eyes with the woman’s. 

She hummed as she turned to look behind her, after a few seconds the door opened wider and Tara appeared next to the woman, the height difference between the two almost making you laugh.

Tara smiled a small smile to you before it faded and changed into shocked one. “You’re soaked.” She states in a matter of fact way. You laugh nervously as you nod your head, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Started raining on the way here.” 

She frowned concerned as she took a step back, allowing you to enter, while the older woman still stayed in the doorway, glaring daggers at you. You swallowed nervously as Tara glared at the woman. “Sam, she's fine, don't be a bitch.” 

Sam

Sam stares at you for a while before she reluctantly leaves the doorway and back into the apartment, you smile at Sam’s behaviour as you turn to look at Tara.

“Sorry about her, she's just really protective over me.” Tara apologises with a smile as you enter the apartment, closing the door behind you. 

As you get a good view of the apartment you notice two other people talking to Sam, you've seen them around Blackmore.

The three of them are glaring at you as they whisper among each other. When they notice you’re looking at them they silence, all silently staring back at you.

Without thinking, you wave your hand at them as you smile. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you two before around campus.”

Tara doesn’t allow you to say more as her slender fingers wrap around your wrist as she drags you towards the dining table, your eyes remained on her beautiful sister Sam.

“I'll get you a towel, you prepare.” Tara tells you with a smile before taking off. You nod your head as you do as she said, take off your backpack and take out everything from inside it and place it onto the table.

Tara thankfully returns a few minutes later with a towel and a dry hoodie, she passes them over to you.

“You can borrow the hoodie if you want since your shirt is more than less see through.” She says with an amused laugh, you look down at blush at the fact it’s quite obvious you’re wearing a black bra.

“Thank you.” You tell her with an embarrassed laugh as you shamelessly take off your shirt and throw it into your bag before putting on the hoodie. It's warm and slightly too big for you, but you don’t mind it. 

Grabbing the towel you place it under you, making sure you wouldn’t utterly soak the chair from the rain on your pants.

She gives a smile before she begins talking about her plans on what you two could do, stretching to reach the notebook full of notes you had brought with you. 

You tried listening to Tara, you truly did, but not even five minutes after Tara had begun talking Sam had entered the kitchen to make a drink.

Suddenly every word Tara uttered it went into one ear and flew right through the other. 

Her back faced you as she grabbed the glass from the top cabinet, not even having to go on the tip of her toes to reach it, something the shorter Carpenter would definitely have to do.

You smiled without noticing the longer you gazed at the gorgeous woman as she carried on making her drink. 

“Y/n.” 

You snapped your head back at Tara who had her eyebrows raised. “Did you listen to anything I said?”

Sam turned to look at the both of you as she leaned against the counter, sipping her drink. Her eyes focused on you as she drank at a slow pace.

You smiled nervously at her to which Sam only scowled back at you. 

“Yeah, uhm, work and stuff right?” You waffled with a smile, Tara simply sighed as she shook her head. She went to say something but got interrupted by her older sister.

“Is that my hoodie?” Your head whips back towards Sam’s direction, Sam’s eyes focused on you. You blushed as you noticed Tara and let you borrow McHottie’s Sam's hoodie, not hers.

Your fingers toyed with the bottom of the hoodie nervously, before you could reply with utter gibberish Tara answered over you. “I let her borrow it since she was completely soaked.” She explained with a brief tight smile.

Sam hummed as she dropped the glass onto the counter. “But why give my hoodie to her? Why not yours?” 

“Because It was closest to me, Sam. Jesus she isn’t going to do anything so calm down.” Tara defended you in an annoyed tone now, her eyes glaring at Sam as she leaned on her hand. “And tell Chad and Mindy to cut it out with the staring.” 

“I can give it back if you’d like?” You gingerly asked. Both of the girl’s heads snapped towards you at your words. 

“You don’t have to-” Tara started before Sam interrupted her speedily 

“Yes. Give it back.” She demanded, pushing herself off the counter as she advanced towards you. Without hesitation you ripped the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head quickly as your shirt rolled up with it.  

You smiled sweetly at her as you passed her the hoodie with your right hand, your left hand not so subtly pulling down your shirt. Her fingers grazed over your knuckles as she retrieved the jumper from your hand, her eyes ogling at your shirt momentarily. 

Her eyes connected with yours again as she pulled the hoodie to her side, she glowered over you as you looked up at her with a nervous smile. 

She’s so fucking pretty, oh my fucking-

“Don’t give my stuff out again, Tara.” Sam told her sister as her eyes stayed glued to yours, “Sure, whatever, will you just leave now?” Tara says with annoyance clear in her tone, Sam stared at you for a few more seconds before she fulfilled her sister’s wish by leaving the kitchen silently. 

Your eyes followed her leaving until she was out of your sight. Your eyes landed on the glaring twins to which you smiled awkwardly at them before you returned your attention back to Tara. 

The shorter girl huffed as she flicked through a few pages of a notebook. “Sorry about her, she’s just really protective over me.” She apologised again.

You smiled dreamily at her as you thought more of the older sister. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s actually kinda sweet.” 

Tara gives you a funny look as she snorts a laugh, her fingers finally stopping as she lands on the particular page she was looking for. “You must be delusional if you think Sam is sweet.” 

Guess I’m delusional then, you thought with a smile as your eyes gazed over the half full glass Sam had left in the kitchen. 

[stainedstardom]

omg just imagine clingy!chad. reader is mindy’s childhood bff and chad’s gf and chad would be all pouty because reader went to his house to hang out with mindy instead of him🤣

clingy!chad is so cute omg

STAY WITH ME

chad meeks martin x reader

you and mindy have been best friends your whole life, you two have done everything together and that made you two inseparable but where she went? her brother went, what she did? chad did and who she hung out with? chad hung out with.

over time you got used to the boy and he told you he liked you when you were 16. you're both 18 now and have been dating for two years. mindy liked that he made you happy and you made him happy.

today mindy invited you to the house and of course you agreed, you had no school work. you were bored and going over there meant no boredom. you knocked on the door

"NO CHAD DON'T" you heard mindy yell before he opened the door. he wrapped his arms around you and held you closely as he lifted you in the air.

"hi baby" he said into your neck and you smiled as he pulled away and kissed you. your legs ended up around his waist.

"hi," you said into the kiss before he put you down and looked at you in his sweatshirt. he smirked at you and you laughed before you looked behind him at his sister

"minds," you said and you walked over and you hugged her and she hugged you back with a smile.

"Okay I have narnia set up in my room lets go," she said and she grabbed your arm but chad grabbed your waist from behind and held you closely

"stay with me," he said as he kissed your neck and you turned in his arms as you grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes.

"I will come to find you later, and we can cuddle and watch movies and everything, but right now, I am going to spend time with your sister because I keep ditching her for you," you told him, and you leaned up kissing him again before mindy let you go.

chad watched with a dazed smile on his face before he walked to his room and waited for you. at least you would show up at some point, at least you would stay with him

A/N: he holds my heart i cant.