#scream 6 fanfic

[satuguro]

⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

[neo-novaa]

hey I lov your writing!! could u write ethan landry x fem reader where they have a movie night and try to pull an all nighter but eventually she falls asleep on ethan during the film

your wish is my command! and ty for the compliment :))

“hey. hey!”

you're barely awake, head stuck on ethan’s shoulder as the soft glow of the tv makes your tired eyes sting.  

“i’m awake e,” you lie, trying your best to rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

“if you want to go to sleep you can—“

“no, i’m not tired.” you say. firmly. 

you’re too exhausted to notice the way ethan smiles knowingly.

you’re trying your hardest to pay attention to whatever horror movie ethan put on, you really are. but it’s 4am and your energy drinks ran empty hours ago. you were the one begging him to stay up with you yet, here you were, seconds away from sleep. 

“hey, did you know that while they were filming the scene, when aragon kicked the helmet, he actually broke his toe.”

your eyes snap open.

“we’re watching lord of the rings?”

ethan furrows his brows and narrows his eyes. “y…es? did…did you not know that? what did you think we were watching?”

“ethan…let me level with you—“

“i’m gonna bet a million dollars that i know what you’re going to say.”

“i am…so tired that i genuinely thought we were still watching that woodsy horror movie.”

ethan pulls you close and rests his head on top of your head, sighing deeply. “you mean the blair witch project?”

you shrug against his chest. “dude…i have no fucking clue.”

“well, seeing as though that was the only horror movie we watched, and the fact that we finished that over an hour ago—” you fake a sob against his chest. “i think it’s time someone goes to sleep.”

“ethaannn,” you drag his name out, eyes so heavy that it feels like a workout to keep them open. “i’m not tired.”

“me when i lie,” he mutters, and you muster up enough strength to slap his chest.

“you are literally fading in and out of consciousness every other second! there’s no shame in going to sleep babe, we’ll just pull an all-nighter another time, ok?”

no response. 

“hello? are you alive?” he leans his head down to meet your face, finding a you to be very much alive but very much asleep.

if you were awake, you’d be able to feel a soft kiss on your head, and hear a smug “ ‘not tired’ my ass.” from your boyfriend.

[wekiamo]

still love you

first request!! hope you guys enjoy it (ik the title is so cliche im sorryy 😭)

part 2 here

warnings: spoilers for Scream VI, swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of getting stabbed and murdered, and i think thats all!

no, this can’t be happening. ethan landry? your fucking boyfriend? no, this had to be some sort of joke.

at least, that’s what you thought. but you knew well it wasn’t true, and you were just trying to convince yourself none of this was real. well, it didn’t work. you were still there, standing in front of all these killers you’ve been running away from.

you were still trying to process everything that was happening, when quinn steps forward your direction with her knife in her hand, and your brain just stops working correctly. you could be killed right there and right now. you certainly didn’t want to die, you still had so much to live - you wanted to travel the world, learn new languages, meet new people and even have an own family. and you wanted to experience it all with ethan. the guy you just found out to be a psycho killer, who was just trying to kill you this entire time. all of your moments together were fake? you felt the need to cry even harder than you were already. ethan, the guy who you loved the most in this world and you thought loved you back, did not want you or your love

he wanted your blood. he wanted to see you dead.

“oh poor [name], you’re not even what we want. there’s no need to be so scared of us this soon.” quinn said as she turned to sam and tara “it’s you two bitches we want”

“why? why are you all doing this? did we ever do something to you-” tara was cut off by quinn’s voice “yes you little whores you KILLED OUR BROTHER” she said, yelling at the two sisters.

“we don’t know who you guys are talking about, seriously!” tara said with a desperate voice and look in her eyes, while sam looked like she was processing their words slowly.

“is… richie… your brother?” sam asked, between pauses.

“yes, and it was you, sam. you were the one to kill him you fucking slut” quinn said kind of quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“now, we all know both of you girls love [name] like she’s your sister too. wouldn’t it be such a despairing thing to watch her be stabbed and killed right in front of you?” bailey asked, making ethan smirk “i don’t think we should do it right in front of them, dad. they shouldn’t even get to see it, only listen to her screaming miserably while she’s dying” the tall boy said, gaining everyone’s looks at him.

“nice one, ethan. wanna do the honours?” bailey asked the boy, who was smirking once again.”

“you better not fucking TOUCH her, you asshole” sam yelled. “you don’t get to yell at us, bitch” quinn, that was next to her and tara, threatened sam with the knife in front of her throat

“come over here” bailey ordered, and you not obeying him. “no, no i’m not going to.” you said crying, trying not to fall on your knees from the mental weakness you were experiencing.

“NOW.” ethan yelled in a rough tone. you stepped forward slowly scared for your life as you could perfectly listen to tara’s whines. “stupid slow whore” quinn said behind you as she pushed you hardly, making you stand in front of bailey and ethan.

were these your last moments?

you finally managed to say something: “ethan, i- how could you do this to me?”

“yeah, and how could you be so dumb?“ ethan laughed as bailey and quinn did too, you looking at each of them, with fear and disbelief in your face.

“well now i guess it’s time to say goodbye to your little friends” the boy said, grabbing you roughly by your wrist and pushing you in front of him, taking both of your hands and putting them together on your back as he grabbed your shoulders, guiding you somewhere.

“tara, sam, please, i don’t wanna die.”

you were now somewhere darker. you couldn’t really see what was happening inside the place, but you knew something: these were probably your last moments.

he took his hands off your shoulders and stopped guiding you, as you stopped walking too. he was now standing right in front of you.

“i loved you deeply, ethan. do you know how much i trusted you? or how many times i argued with my friends for defending you and your unexistent fucking innocence? of how many times i cried just by feeling guilty of being suspicious of you? i loved you and trusted you with my heart, ethan.”

“listen [name], i need you to scream” the boy said gently, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“what?”

“scream like you’re getting stabbed or something.”

“wait, you’re not going to kill me..?”

“don’t ask too many questions. just do it, quick before they come and check what we’re doing.”

you smiled and hugged him tight. you knew this could be some sort of trap but you still felt relieved that there was a chance of you getting out of here, and see all of your friends alive and happy again.

“okay i’m ready. 1, 2, 3-”

[psycholuvrgirl]

sweets! part I

ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]

summary: the blackmore students go to a costume party and ghostface comes back.

warnings: nsfw implications, mentions of murder

a/n: chapter one finally <3 i hope you all enjoy!

masterlist

“Hey, Ethan!”

The boy looks around the room, eyes landing on the smaller girl. Her short dress clings to her body and she has a little garter around her left thigh. It has a small heart on it and the band squeezes the fatty limb so it could fit. She’s covered in red -- her dress, the garter, her lips, and cheeks.

“Ethan!” she calls again. He blinks a little, snapping out of his little trance and smiling at her. She giggles, pushing through a few people to make her way next to him. Her bangles clap together as she bouncily walks over, and he wonders how those giant hoops are even comfortable weighing down her ears. “Do you like?” she asks, finally in front of him. She does a little twirl for him, Ethan’s eyes snapping down to the bottom of the dress for the split second her back is turned to him.

“Very nice,” he says, nodding in approval. She giggles and looks at his costume, furrowing her brows a little at it. She looks up at him, confusion written plainly across her expression. 

“I think I’m pretty obviously Betty Boop, but what the hell are you?” she asks, “A knight?”

“No-- Kind of. It’s the Brown Knight,” he explains. The girl scrunches her face, both unimpressed and still confused. “Chris Hawley? Murder Party?” 

She shakes her head and giggles, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, dork.”

He smiles a little at the nickname. Usually he would feel a little hurt by the jab, but she says it so endearingly that heat rises to his cheeks immediately. Her name is called by some girl in the distance and she’s quickly whisked away, but she makes sure to turn around and wave at him as she disappears into the crowd. 

“Not happening,” Chad says, walking up behind Ethan. The curly-headed boy turns to his roommate who’s shaking his head. “You stay away from her with your little puppy-dog eyes, alright?”

“What?” Ethan asks with a small, nervous chuckle. Chad shakes his head, pointing at Ethan.

“I know your tricks, alright?” Chad says, a little harsher. Ethan’s eyes widen momentarily, shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” Ethan says, “There’s no tricks, I swear. I’m just--”

Chad’s stern face fades into a smile, the boy leaning over with laughter. He looks up at Ethan, but he only laughs harder when he sees the other boy’s face.

“You should see yourself right now, man,” Chad laughs. Ethan anxiously joins in on Chad’s laughter. “Don’t worry, Landry, I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. Jesus, you looked terrified.”

“I kinda was,” Ethan mumbles, just loud enough so only he could hear it. Chad claps Ethan’s arm, shaking him a little bit.

“I’m just playing with you,” Chad says, calming down. “But seriously, stay away from her, Landry.”

“I will, I will,” Ethan says, hands up in surrender. He drops his arms back to his sides and tilts his head, “Why? Are you two…”

“No,” Chad says, shaking his head with an amused smile, “I just have to look out for her because nobody else will.”

“I’m back!” Winnie says through a sing-song voice . She peeks around Chad and he wraps an arm around her.

“Hey kid,” Chad says, looking down at her. He glances back up at Ethan, shooting him a look.

“And I brought you boys gifts,” she says, holding two shot glasses out to them. Ethan looks at Chad for permission and the bigger boy nods at him.

Ethan takes the small cup, “Where’s yours?”

“I don’t drink alcohol anymore,” she says, shaking her head. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle with a wink, “But I do drink cranberry juice.”

Chad furrows his brows, narrowing his eyes at the girl, “Excuse me?”

She looks up at him innocently, “Huh?”

Chad shakes his head, “Nevermind.” Winnie looks at Ethan for an answer, but the boy quickly looks away from her. Chad lifts his cups, “Hey, cheers to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower, third floor, room 315. And Winnie.”

“And Winnie!” the girl cheers, her bottle tapping their shot glasses. She takes a sip of her juice and watches the boys. Chad downs the shot with a slight grimace, and Ethan immediately spits it back into the glass. She giggles at him, offering him her juice to wash it down. “Oh, man. Time to start making moves. Yeah, get you out there. Introduce you to some girls!” Chad says, nodding to a girl in a Harry Potter costume, “What about her?”

Instead of looking at the dancing girl, he looks at Winnie. Her eyes are locked onto the girl Chad is looking at. Her face is stoic, void of any emotion. Then like a switch she smiles, looking up at Ethan. He quickly looks over to the girl he should have been looking at the entire time.

“She’s gorgeous,” he says. He watches Winnie in his peripheral, her blinking is rapid for a moment and she forces the smile to stay on her face. Was she jealous?

“Great. Ask her out,” Chad says.

“No, I can’t,” Ethan chuckles nervously, glancing at Winnie momentarily. She’s now on her phone, clicking on the Instagram logo without a care for what was happening between the boys.

“Ask her out! Ask her out!” Chad chants. He looks at Winnie, “Tell him, Win.”

“What?” she says, angling her phone at her chest and looking up at them.

“You gotta have confidence,” Chad says, emphasizing the last word. He backs up to look at Ethan, “Plus, look at you, man! You’re a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re Ethan Landry,” Chad says, leaning an arm on Ethan. He turns to the girl, calling out to her. Ethan whispers Chad’s name, trying to stop him, but there’s no point. “My friend here, he’s a snack, right?”

She shrugs, her face not showing any sign of interest. She turns back to her friends who shake her head and laugh with her. Chad laughs at the girl’s reaction a little.

“What did that mean?” Ethan asks.

“No, it’s good. It’s good,” Chad says.

“What?”

“It’s not bad. There’s room for improvement!” Chad says.

“Well I think you’re a snack,” Winnie says, bumping Ethan with her arm. He looks down at her with a smile, but his next words are lost when he sees her lips wrapped around another sucker. It’s red, matching her costume, and her lipstick is staining the base of the stick. She licks the candy, bringing it back into her mouth.

“Thank you,” he breathes out, responding to the wide-eyed girl.

“Hey, big guy, you’re needed,” Anika says, popping around the corner to look at Chad. Chad pats Ethan’s chest, following Anika away from where they were.

“Come on,” Winnie says, taking Ethan’s hand into her own. She follows Chad, keeping a small distance between them. They settle in a doorway, watching Chad confront a guy on the staircase with Tara. Winnie puts herself close to Ethan, her back against his front. She looks up at him, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. Before she can say anything Chad drags the guy down from the staircase. Winnie gasps and Ethan wraps his arm around her, pulling her backwards as he steps out of the way.

The two boys push each other back and forth, shouting at one another. Their shouting ceases when Sam makes her way into the room, putting herself between them.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick,” she says, putting the taser exactly where she said she would. The crowd all gasps or grimaces, shocked by the scene in front of them. “Don’t ever lay hands on my sister.”

“Sam. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re stalking me now?” Tara says, approaching Sam. She shakes her head and walks off, pushing through the crowd. Sam follows behind her sister, and the rest of the group scrambles behind them.

“Wait,” Winnie says, grabbing Ethan’s arm. He slows down, falling behind the group with her. She pulls the hat that, in the haze of chasing after the arguing sisters, Anika gave to her off of her head. She tiptoes, messily placing on top of Ethan’s curls. “I really like you.”

“I like you too,” he says. She giggles at his words, looking down at her feet. She looks back up at him with her big, brown eyes. 

“I’ve just been having a lot of fun with you since I transferred here and--”

“Hey!” The two look over at the voice, a girl throwing a drink at Sam. “Murderer!”

The two groups get into a small argument, but naturally fades with the growing distance. Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Tara walk off. Sam stays where she is, fixing her top. Winnie wraps her arms around Ethan’s, sticking close to him after the outburst.

“Hey, I have tissues if you want tissues,” Ethan says as he approaches Sam. He pulls them out of his pocket, counting the pieces of soft paper. “I have, like, three tissues.”

Winnie giggles, but Sam seems less than amused. 

“You are aggressive,” Ethan laughs. Winnie rips the final piece of duct tape off of his sweater and giggles.

“I’m just trying to be helpful,” she says. Somebody pounds at the door heavily and the two look over, as if they can see through it to the culprit.

“You two better not be fucking in there,” Quinn shouts. The two let out hushed laughter, being quiet to worry the girl. “If you two are having sex on my bed I will throw up.”

“One second!” Winnie shouts. She rushes over to her discarded purse, grabbing her lipstick out and motioning for Ethan to lean down.

“What are you--” he whispers, but then the pigment is being rubbed on his lips. She grabs a tissue from Quinn’s nightstand, rubbing the red around his lips to smudge it and doing the same to herself.

“Are you guys actually having sex on my bed?” Quinn exclaims, her voice a little higher now. The doorknob rattles as Winnie looks over her work on Ethan’s lips. She perks up as an idea comes to mind.

“May I, uh,” she pauses, trying to find a nicer way to ask, “Can I kiss your neck?”

Ethan’s eyes widen, taken aback by the question. He quickly forces a calm demeanor that isn’t fooling anyone, nodding and leaning his head to the side. The girl presses messy and quick kisses to his neck, leaving a mix of smudges and clear kiss marks. 

She discards the messy lipstick tissue into her bag and grabs his hand, leading him out the door. Quinn’s eyes widen as she looks between the two. Her mouth falls open a little and she stutters, mouth opening and closing.

“Chad, your friends had sex in my bed!” Quinn exclaims, marching over to the living room. Winnie and Ethan follow behind closely, earning widened eyes from Mindy and Anika. Winnie shakes her head and rolls her eyes to signal it was fake, and the other girls nod, but continue to play along. The three continue through the house, making their way to Tara’s room. “You two better tell your frien-- Oh,” Quinn says, surprised when she sees the proximity of Tara and Chad. Winnie and Ethan widen their eyes, then smile at each other. “Did I cock-block you?”

“What did you just say?” Tara asks.

“I cock-blocked you,” Quinn says.

“No,” Chad says, still not looking at the doorway.

“I cock-blocked you, didn’t I?” Quinn asks.

“Immediate no.”

“Please stop saying the word cock,” Chad says, finally looking up. He quickly looks away from Quinn, his gaze falling on Winnie and Ethan. Their fingers are still intertwined, both of them covered in red lipstick. Winnie shakes her head, but Chad ignores it. He says a quick goodbye to Tara, walking out and towards the pair. Winnie squeals, pulling Ethan to run across the home. They make it to the living room and Winnie puts Ethan behind her.

“Chad it’s a joke,” she says, “No killing my friend, please.”

“I’ll kill him if I want--”

“Murder has struck two students from Blackmore University…”

The announcement grasps the attention of everyone in the room. All five teens perk up, looking at the TV. Mindy and Anika scramble for the remote, while the other three stand there for a second, too in shock to react.

“Go get Sam,” Winnie says. She looks up at Chad, “Sam! Now! Go!”

“Right, yeah,” Chad says, walking towards the door.

“Tara!” Winnie calls, making her way over and swinging the door open.

“What?” Tara asks, looking up from her phone with faux-annoyance. She observes the fear on her friend’s face, and the playful negativity wipes away, worry taking its place. “What?”

“News,” Winnie says. Tara immediately shoots up, both making their way to the living room. They watch the announcement in horror, Sam joining the group at some point.

“Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner.”

“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our Film Studies class! The one obsessed with Argento,” Mindy says. Winnie sighs, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter for a second.

“...various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the Stab movie franchise.”

The group falls quiet for a moment, all looking at one another when the familiar name is mentioned.

“No,” Winnie cries quietly, trying to push herself further against Ethan. 

“Pack a bag. We leave in ten,” Sam says. A small argument ensues between the sisters as Chad kicks out ‘cute guy.’

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks quietly. She turns around in his lap, her legs now on the side of him. She twists her body the rest of the way to face him. That’s when he sees the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, dragging some of the black mascara down with it. Her lip quivers for a second and Ethan feels lost for a second, unsure of what to do.

“I can’t do this again,” she whispers, shaking her head. Ethan nods, pulling her into a hug -- the only thing he really can do. Mindy shoots him a suspicious glare, but doesn’t interfere with the moment. She cries into him for a minute, pulling away to wipe at her tears as she steadies her breathing.

“You three, back me up here,” Sam says, looking at the other ex-Woodsboro residents.

“It is a little bit…” Chad starts.

“Close to home,” Mindy finishes.

“Yeah, Tara,” Winnie shakes her head.

“That doesn’t count, Winnie thought the maintenance man was gonna kill her the other day,” Tara says.

“Chad and Mindy still agree that this is not a coincidence, Tara,” Sam says. Tara turns to Quinn, asking for help from her dad. She gets on her phone immediately, announcing that she’s calling him. Simultaneously, Sam’s phone begins ringing from the table. Everyone jumps a little, and Winnie hides herself in Ethan’s neck.

“Who is it?” Tara asks. Sam doesn’t answer her question, instead hitting the decline button. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks.

“You gotta keep up, my dude,” Anika says, “If Pooh bear can read the situation, you should be able to too.”

Winnie pulls away from him, “Can you walk me home? I don’t want to go alone.”

“Yeah,” Ethan nods, “Let’s go.”

The two gather their belongings and say their goodbyes. Chad and Mindy watch them carefully as they leave, peering out the window until they’re no longer in sight. Once they’ve created some distance between them and the building, Winnie reaches for Ethan’s hand.

“I’m really scared, Ethan,” she admits.

“I know.”

“I can’t go through this again. I barely survived the first time. I can’t… I can’t.” Her final words are said through a sob, the emotion shaking her entire body. She stops where she’s standing, hiding her face behind one arm. Ethan does the only thing he can, again, and pulls her into him.

“Hey, listen to me,” he says, squeezing her body close to his. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You don’t get it Ethan,” she says, crying harder, “It doesn’t matter that you say that! If Ghostface wants to kill me they will. They won’t stop till-- Till they’re dead or till they win.”

“Look at me,” Ethan says. He puts some space between their bodies, but keeps his hold on her arms. She looks at him through her tear-filled eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment, the quiet blanketing the moment. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

[lizstory]

The Party

Ethan Landry x Bisexual Reader

preghostface

summary- Anika, Tara, and Mindy all force you to join them to attend the halloween party. You had no idea what would happen that night but you weren't disappointed with the outcome.

word count- 1.8k

A/n- thank you for over 300 notes! I don't really like how this turned out but it was just a little cute idea I thought of. I will be writing more Ethan landry!

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"You like her?" Chad asked, his eyes staying on the road as he turned his wheel

"Shut up" Ethan looked around. 

Chad chuckled. "Dude, we are in this car alone. Who is going to eavesdrop?"

Ethan bounced his leg. He had a crush on you since you met when you moved from Woodsboro, and you have gotten pretty close since then. You were his closest friend out of the 5 people who moved from Woodsboro. You were embedded in his head when he laid eyes on you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you scrunch your nose when you giggle. He noticed every little detail about you. 

"You should make a move on her at the party" Chad tapped Ethan on the thigh. 

Ethan shook his head. "What if she rejects me." 

Chad scoffed. "Oh please, you guys were made for each other." 

—---

Anika, Mindy, and Tara all wanted to convince you to attend the Halloween party. You were stressed out from school the past few weeks, and they all decided you needed some time off. They barged into your room, Anika holding up two costumes. 

"What are you doing?" You asked

Tara sighed, seeing that you were once again doing schoolwork. She admired your work ethic, but the amount you did was self-destructive. "Come to the Halloween party with us tonight" She jumped onto your bed to lay beside you.

You shook your head. "I have to study." 

Mindy groaned. "You always have time for that; this is a one-time thing" She grabbed your shoulders and slightly shook you. 

Anika smiled, hanging the two costumes she brought to your closet door. "I brought two costumes I think you'll look hot in."

You stared at both costumes, rolling your eyes when you realized what they were: "You guys just brought two short, slim dresses." 

Anika nodded. "It's the accessories that complete the costume."

The dresses were one black and one white. Knowing your friends and how last minute all of this was, the "accessories" they brought were predictable. "Please don't tell me you brought cat ears for the black one and angel wings for the white one." Your eyes averted to each of them, only to be met with cheeky smiles. "For fuck sake."

"Ethan will be there."

The girls always teased you for having a "crush" on Ethan, but you always denied it when they asked. He was just a friend. That's what you always told yourself, but you did catch moments where he was all you were thinking about. You felt safe with his company whenever you two went on a study session together. Whenever you hugged him bye, you didn't want to let go. They always said your smile was brighter with him, but you convinced yourself that was them just playing cupid. But now you find yourself staring at the dresses, imagining the things Ethan would tell you when he saw you in them. 

"I'll try them on," you reluctantly agreed. 

All the girls cheered. Anika pushed you towards your bathroom with the black dress firsts. You look in the mirror and undress. You didn't hate how you looked, but also, there was one thing apart of your body that you hoped the dress would cover. Slipping into the dress was an ease, the fabric hugging your body nicely. You stared at your thighs. The dress didn't cover up the scar you had. You stared at it in the mirror, grazing your fingers over it.

"Amber what the fuck” you screamed 

Amber laughed, she had just revealed herself as Ghostface, and now she straddled you with a knife scraping your thigh. "You are so gullible" She stuck the blade straight in the middle of your thigh. 

"Y/n? You ok?" Tara knocked 

Your head shot straight to the door, Tara's voice returning you to reality. "Yea, I'm good," you coughed, opening the door. 

Mindy and Anika both squealed in unison. Tara smiled at the outfit. She scanned your body, her eyes stopping at the apparent wound. Although it's healed, a light purple and brown stayed on your skin. A permanent reminder of everything they went through in Woodsboro. 

"If you don't feel comfortable wearing it, we can always find something else" Tara gave you a weak smile. 

You shook your head. "It's fine. I can't let it control me forever." 

—-----

You let the girls go to the party first. It was last minute, so you still had to get ready. Anika left the dress and the accessories. You sat in front of the mirror, putting on the makeup you thought would complement the costume. You quickly finished the final touches, grabbed your phone, and headed to the party. The streets were packed, people laughing and yelling. New York was something else. You arrived at the door. It was already wide open. Students were drinking, dancing, and smoking, and couples were making out here and there. Anika saw you through the crowd. She quickly walked over to bring you inside. 

"Y/n!" she cheered, grabbing your hand and making you follow her. "Here, I poured you a drink, and don't worry, Mindy was watching over it the whole time." 

Mindy nodded. "Scared off any creeps."

You chug down the drink, wiping off any drops that fell down your lips. Anika laughed, pulling both her girlfriend and you to dance. The girls were right, you didn't go out much, and it wasn't wrong to care for your education, but a night out here and there never hurt anyone. You felt alive again, the music blasting through your ears, vibrations going through your body. 

Ethan stared at you on the dance floor. Chad was grabbing both of them drinks. He was going to ask Tara if you were coming since she was the first person they ran into, but you immediately caught his attention. It was impossible for you not to. His heart crashed against his chest as if trying to escape watching how you moved. He always loved seeing you having fun, but this was a different kind of you. He had never seen you in this type of clothing and letting yourself go. 

"They actually brought her," Chad smiled, handing his roommate the red cup. 

Ethan turned his head, disregarding that he was staring at you. "Yea," he mumbled against the cup. 

"You were checking her out weren't you?" 

"What?no!" Ethan rambled 

You stepped off the dance floor, catching your breath. Although it was a cold night, all the body heat near you made breathing somewhat difficult. You leaned up against the wall, still watching Tara closely. She was getting wasted too quickly. 

"Hey"

Ethan stood in front of you, handing you a cup. You shook your head, assuming it was alcohol. 

"It's water," he reassured you. 

You didn't distrust Ethan, so you grabbed the cup without question. You wanted to giggle at his outfit. He had shown you a couple of days beforehand a "project" he was working on, but you didn't know it was a Halloween costume.

 "It turned out nice" You looked at him up and down. 

Ethan felt the need to turn around. Your eyes grazing over his body gave him shivers he hadn't felt before. "thanks. " He stared at your ears, then your entire outfit. "You look beautiful," he mumbled, hoping you didn't fully hear him. 

Before you could respond, people behind Ethan nudged him closer, your back pushed against the wall, and now Ethan was hovering over your figure. He quickly pulled away, apologizing over and over again. 

You laughed at the redness creeping to his ears. He was so cute. "Can you hold my cup? I'll be back."

Ethan nodded, grabbing the cup from your hands, and watched as you walked away. He hadn't realized the length of the dress until he saw you trying to pull it down. He wanted to walk behind you to ensure no one was looking where they shouldn't be. 

You closed the door to the bathroom. You needed to splash some water on your face. It was getting too hot in the house. You grabbed paper towels, dabbing your face off, making sure the least amount of makeup was being removed. Adjusting the dress, you stepped back to get a good look at yourself. You hadn't realized how much of your scar was exposed, you were drinking and dancing, so your focus wasn't on covering up the mark. Your finger traced over the edges. 

"I really didn't think you'd be that easy to fool. A few kisses and I love you, and you believed every bit of it" Ambers's face came close to yours, the drops of blood on her face falling to yours. She placed the knife on your jaw, glazing it down your neck. 

Knocks were banging on the door, you opened it, and a boy holding his private parts rushed you. Before he could undress, you closed the door and marched outside. You needed fresh air. Ethan watched you storm out. Your face looked distressed, your body moving too quickly like it was trying to escape something. He followed outside, seeing you sitting on the sidewalk. He lightly treads over, careful not to scare you. 

"Are you ok?" He asked, sitting next to you

You looked away momentarily, making sure no tears fell, then turned back, forcing a smile. "I'm ok just needed some fresh air." 

Ethan took in a deep breath. The air between the two was thick. Nothing seemed like it could cut it. "Y/n," he said, catching your attention, "I'm glad you came tonight." 

You smiled. "Me too." 

He loved your smile. Your eyes lit up whenever you did. He had to admit he wished he was the only one that could see your smile. 

"Ethan, have I ever told you that I'm obsessed with your smile" 

He froze. His smile? You were obsessed with it. It was nothing special. In fact, he hated his smile. 

"I always get lost in it" Without thinking, you leaned in closer.

Ethan's breathing hitched. "Y/n," he whispered. He could feel your breathing against his lips. 

You instantly pulled away. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn't even know what you were expecting. You two were just friends-

Ethan placed a hand on your jaw, forcing you to look his way and immediately locking his lips with yours. You turned your head, allowing more movement. You placed your arm around his neck, pulling him closer. 

He pulled away, placing his forehead on yours. "I like you." 

You chuckled. "I like you too." 

He had never felt this sort of joy. His stomach was twisting, and tingles invaded his hands. He pulled you down to the ground lying next to him. You burst out laughing at the sudden boldness he was experiencing. You enjoyed it. You wrapped your finger with his, holding tight. You didn't want him to let go. He turned his head, leaving kisses all over your cheek. 

"Hey, have you seen Y/n?" Tara tapped Chad on his shoulder 

He leaned against the wall, staring at the opened door and his friends outside. They were laughing, hands intertwined with each other. "She's fine," he said, pointing in their direction. 

[murdrdocs]

(NSFW) stepsister with virgin!ethan landry PA LEASE🖤

he stalks her.he likes calling her dumb and pretty.ADD ANYTHING YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH🖤

YUPPP no smut just plot :)

He’s so condescending. So mean, he thinks he’s better than you, only because he just happens to be a few months older. “Sibling superiority. You do what I say,” he’s told you many, many, times. Each time, you roll your eyes and flip him off, secretly feeling giddy at the way he smiles at you afterwards. 

You remember when your mom told you about Wayne, you felt indifferent. You were gonna go off to college incredibly soon, nothing would change about your household for now. Sure, holiday’s would be slightly different, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Until Wayne told you that both of his children would also be going to Blackmore University. 

Until you merged houses and saw just how different life with the Baileys was going to be. 

There was only maybe two weeks between moving in with the Baileys, and move in day. And those two weeks were spent sharing glances with Ethan that were too heavy to be familial. 

The way he treated you was so … off. Eyeing you with a heavy gaze as you walked around the house in shorts, watching you during family dinners, offering to take you places that one time your car was in the shop whenever you could’ve sworn that he hated you. He was so back and forth, such a hypocrite, spewing insults at you and then hanging out in your room afterwards. 

“You’re such a dumb little girl. Not a single thought in your head.” 

“Too busy worrying about looking pretty to even understand how the economy works, huh?” 

And that same night you were a few paces to your bedroom when he was coming out, looking sheepish upon running into you. 

“I … uh … left my charger in your room from the other night.” 

“The night when you had nothing better to do than lay in my bed and watch Tenet with me?” 

A curt nod and he was scurrying across the hall to his room. (You lost two pairs of underwear since that visit and you can’t figure out where they’ve gone to)

And when you get to Blackmore, you have hopes that he’ll leave you alone, hopefully you’ll peel off into different friend groups. But no such luck befalls upon you, since you, Quinn, and Ethan all wind up in the same friend group. 

You swear he’s following you. There’s been many times that you’ve checked your Life360 to find where Mindy was, and Ethan’s icon is entirely too close to you, especially when you know he has a class on the other side of the campus. 

Annika makes a cruel joke that your new step brother has a crush on you. You laugh it off. 

But you wouldn’t mind it.

[snowykissesx]

calls after midnight

!!TW READ THE CWS PLEASE!!

pair : gf! ethan landry x fem! reader

summary : it’s always weird to get calls past 12 , especially from unknown numbers .

cw : dubcon, reader gets a ghostface call, fear, alot of swearing, possesive! ethan, stalker! ethan, smut, overstimulation, p in v, degradation

it was just a simple tuesday night, you didn’t have any classes scheduled for the next day, so you’re just enjoying your break. you forgot how nice it was to be caught up on all of your assignments so you can have a break.

you scurried around your house for a candle and a lighter. finding them, you lit a candle and put it on your bedside table. you grabbed a random book and just started to read.

you didn’t get many words in until you heard your phone ring. the phone read “no caller id.” you thought it was weird, but it may just be some sort of coincidence so you picked it up anyways.

“helloooo???” you said, standing up and throwing your book you were previously reading behind you. “hello, y/n.” your heart dropped at the voice. who is this, how did they know your name? it didn’t sound like any of your friends, maybe someone is fucking with you?

“hello, who is this?” you say, your voice becoming shaky. you held your phone with your neck as you walked to your bedroom. “i don’t know, who do you want this to be?”

“one of my friends that’s fucking with me right now.” you say, rolling your eyes. you grab your phone again. “is it?”

“i don’t know, you tell me. who do you think i am?” the voice replied. you couldn’t tell if you were attracted to the voice or scared, maybe both. you enjoyed the raspyness of it, but the mysterious aspect didn’t mean much to you, it scared you more than anything.

“ummm, some random frat boy who’s doing prank calls right now?”

the other voice chuckled. your eyes widened at how this person could be okay with it. “guess again.” you paused. “you know what, i’m just gonna hang up now.”

you were interrupted by the sound of anger. “you hang up on me and i’ll chop you up like fucking meat.” your eyes widened as you gasped. “who is this?! you aren’t fucking funny-“

you went around your house checking all of your windows and doors, making sure they’re locked. “want to play a game, y/n?”

“why the fuck do you know my name?!” tears started rolling down your cheeks. you were scared, very scared. you could swear your heart was in your stomach, making it’s way down to your feet.

“i’ve been watching you for a very long time. i know every class you go to, i know your schedule every semester, i know what routes you take, and i even know your address. now, you tell me. am i at your stupid college dorm, hm?”

“i do- i don’t know.” your tears were practically staining your shirt at this point. “p-please whoever this is, stop! it isn’t funny!”

the voice just chuckled. you couldn’t fathom it, how would they be okay with this? “i see you, y/n. how about we play a game, are you familiar with hide and seek? i’m already hiding, you just gotta find me.” you screamed out of pure terror. “no you-you aren’t here!”

you started to look around your house. “oh yes i am.” you gulped as you looked inside your closet, nothing there. you checked under the bed too, nobody there either. as you get up, a figure jumps onto you.

“wait!” you say. you stared at the mask, it was white, and it looked like a ghost with a shocked face. “do you know how hard you get me, y/n?”

“what?” you stared at the mask with teary eyes. you were shocked. you couldn’t understand, was he gonna kill you or fuck you?

suddenly, the masked person pulled you by your waist onto the bed. he just stared at you for atleast a minute straight, just admiring your beauty. “you’re beautiful, i just have to have you.”

“then ask me out like a normal person and don’t be a fucking psycho!” you yell, your voice breaking from sobs. “but that wouldn’t be fun, would it? now shut your fucking mouth.”

the masked man pulled down his pants under his costume along with his boxers. you closed your eyes, you couldn’t stand the sight right now. you don’t understand how someone could be so crazy.

you yelped as the man pulled you closer to him. he pulled down your panties and threw them behind him. they landed on your carpeted floor.

he admired the beauty of your precious cunt for a few seconds before lapping his fingers around in your wetness. you tried to hold back your moans, you don’t know what he wanted. “don’t hold back from me.” the masked man said as he spanked your cunt.

you winced at the slap and more tears rolled down your cheeks. “you look so pretty when you cry.” he said. he stuck a finger in you, he was surprised at your tightness.

he stuck another finger in and started to do his hands in a scissor motion. he stuck them as deep as he could, causing you to moan out and arch your back.

“fuck!” you screamed out as he curled his fingers. “god you’re so tight. how the fuck are you supposed to take my cock, hm?” he said, continuing to curl and scissor his fingers.

you were close, he could tell. as soon as you were about to release, he slid his fingers outs. you felt violated and frustrated. “what why?!” you yelled as your pussy start to clench around the air.

“do you actually think i was about to let you cum on my fingers? pathetic. you’re only going to be coming on my cock.” he said. he lined up the tip to your entrance, you winced as it started to slide in. “it hurts!-“ you yelled as your hole was trying to fixate around it and get used to its size.

he didn’t waste no time before slamming into you. you whined and squirmed at the mix of pain and pleasure. all you could hear in the air was slapping, moaning, and wetness.

he didn’t really care much about your pleasure. he just wanted to finish. after a couple of minutes, you were soon cumming around his cock. but, he wasn’t done. “w-wait I can’t take it stop!” you yelled as you started to squirm again.

he just laughed at your torture. “do you think i give a fuck about your pleasure? i haven’t finished, take it. bitch.” he groaned as he started slamming into you harder and faster.

“o-oh p-please-“ you stumbled over your words. you could barely think or speak you were so cock drunk right now. “i’m-“ you moaned out.

“oh fu-fuck.” he groaned. “you’re mine. you’re all f-fucking mine-“ he said as he started to go faster. “oh f-fuck i’m-“ ethan was interrupted as he shot his load into you. you moaned as you felt the warm liquid shoot inside of you.

he lifted you up, staring at the cum dripping from your delicate hole. he saw it throbbing and he laughed. “cumming on my cock, you’re so pathetic.” you whined in response.

he put his boxers and shorts back on, letting them be covered by his cloak. you couldn’t understand what just happened.

SORRY FOR BAD ENDING I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT!!

[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☹️

[ethanlandrysrightballsack]

My Way of Life / Scream 2023 - gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time.

and you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones. my tears ricochet / taylor swift

laurie riley can remember the 2011 attacks as if it was yesterday.

she was just a little girl, adopted in the right family at the wrong time, you could say. she didn't necessarily remember her past all that well, not before being taken in by the sheriff, at the time, dewey riley and his wife, the famous reporter, gale weathers. she didn't know of dewey's promise to her mother shortly before her death either. all she ever had of her biological parents was a expensive piece of jewerly that she was sure was the most expensive thing that she had ever owned growing up, a heart shaped necklace with small diamonds on the corners of the heart. inside, was a picture of her.

she had been locked away, confided in the very same bedroom she had fallen asleep in earlier that night, after her babysitter, kirby's friend, charlie, had ordered her some mcdonalds, agreeing with a forced smile to look after the girl while her parents were...busy. truth be told, she hadn't meant to wake up. it was the eerie silence that had stirred her awake, the ticking of the clock being the only thing that had rung in her ears, aside from the muffled sound of whatever movie jill had put on for the young girl that, in a weird way, you could consider her adopted cousin, considering of how highly sidney had spoke about the sheriff, that it only made sense to think of each other as family, right? her little feet tiptoed their way out, taking a quick peek around both corners. nothing. this wasn't normal. she had never felt such a feeling before, but she felt the skin jump out of her body hearing a muffled whimper from outside...seemingly on the porch?

the rest was a blur. kirby was being practically cradled by the boy she had trusted with her entire life, a knife lodged deep into her stomach, breaking and cutting through skin a little with the amount of force by the blows. she hadn't meant to make noise, and neither of them had meant for her to walk in on what was something that a child never should have experienced. but it was a fight or flight type of situation, and maybe if she was just a little older, she could have taken him on. but she was much smaller, thinner. and it was how quick he removed the knife and walked toward her had sent her falling on her ass. she hadn't recognized the smile that was on his face. near damn carnivolific, with small little fangs bearing that she took off as soon as she could. but she didn't make it far, as she barely managed to shut the door as charlie had made it, swinging the dripping weapon with intent, but only engraving the door. she had managed to get a smaller dresser shoved against it, and eventually, she heard him yell something, though it only sounded like a muffled curse before walking away. no one else ever came to that door.

though she heard it all. despite how desperately she tried to drown out the sounds, by the tv playing distinctively in the background, to covering her ears and rocking back and forth as it all got louder.

stabbing. crying. yelling. more yelling. gunshots. more noise.

stabbingcryingyellingmoreyellinggunshotsmorenoisestabbingcryingyellingmoreyellinggunshotsmorenoisestabbingcryingyellingmoreyellinggunshotsmorenoisestabbingcryingyellingmoreyellinggunshotsmorenoi-

she couldn't help but scream feeling a pair of hands on her shoulders, a undescribable feeling of dread had filled her poor heart that night. she was so sure that charlie had came back. to finish the job. but once her vision cleared, and the ringing slowly eased enough to hear, she could make out the silhouette of who was most certainty her dad's friend! someone that...gale didn't seem to care for. but to her, it was all she needed, hugging onto her as soon as she could. she could just cry until she couldn't anymore, and judy hicks just held her. shushed her, rocked her back and forth as if she were her own. it felt nice.

"gale? gale, she's in here!" the blonde shouted, as she focused her gaze instead on the familiar uniform that they shared, her cries turning into light whimpers, her heartbeat slowly coming back down to normal. she didn't hear much of what judy and gale were saying, she felt both women searching her body intensly, before realizing there was a small cut on her hand. so it only seemed right to take her to the hospital where jill, the hero, and her aunt sidney were staying for treatment.

according to her father, jill lied. straight to his face, too. said something that only a killer would have known, but she wasn't fully aware. she knew she received her first stab that day, a piece of glass through the leg by the girl she thought she could trust. she lost consciousness then, having only been found after the aftermath, clinging to the weakening pulse she still had.

the next couple of years wasn't all that fun for her. she learned how to use a gun as soon as she could walk right again. she learned basic self defense, as soon as she was old enough. her father made her take martial arts, just to be able to defend herself. at just aged fourteen, she carried around a switchblade as a way to protect herself.

on the weekends, she'd find herself instead in new york city with her mom and her new boyfriend. oh, right. mom and dad separated. it wasn't that big of a deal for laurie, as she was always much, much more closer with her father. and her small trips there had earned herself a friend, with a silly boy a little younger than her, with a bowl cut but with a extremely endearing personality and a smile that could light up the entire room. she liked him, a lot. but he seemed to like her more. though, laurie didn't quite understand what love was at the time, and the visits slowly stopped as her father retired, and she could tell her father was starting to slowly decline from his long, long years of constant attacks.

just a couple of months after her nineteenth birthday, it started up again. this time, she had her own group of friends. consisting of those from her childhood; tara, wes, and mindy, specifically. but with mindy, came her much more insufferable brother, chad and his girlfriend, liv. they didn't talk much, but laurie liked her. enough to offer to stay behind just to make sure vance wouldn't try anything with her. and then, there was amber. they met in middle school, a little after she stopped visiting new york and they instantly formed a bond. tara called it love at first sight, and a part of laurie wondered if that was true. at the time, she believed so.

though she knew she was declining. the stabs were brutal. the screaming. the cutting.

stabbingmorestabbingscreamingmorescreamsslicingofskinstabbingmorestabbingscreamingmorescreamsslicingofskinstabbingmorestabbingscreamingmorescreamsslicingofskin-

she knew she took too long to react. by the time she ran up to stab the figure carving into her father, she felt a familiar sharp, burning pain in her lower abdomen, and she heard her father choking on his own blood, focused on her now. and she just sobbed, seeing all for herself the life drain from his eyes the longer he looked at her. before there was nothing left. she dropped with him, screaming at the top of her lungs, as for a moment, the figure just watched her, before kicking her in the face. that was enough to knock her out.

but she still wasn't dead. she could feel gentle hands shaking at her, she recognized sam's voice telling richie and paramedics that she was awake, but her eyes didn't leave that of the bag that her father was being zipped into, whispering something that not even sam could understand. she felt herself drift back into the nothingness that waited for her.

and she kept spiraling. after they managed to get her stable, she couldn't stop thinking about it. about what they did. the more she thought, the more the sorrow turned into anger. the more she thought, the more her fist clenched at her side. she needed to seek revenge, for him. it made sense to her at the time. and then, that was all that was in her mind. so the promise was made then. she'd kill them. every last one of them.

she didn't even recognize herself anymore. even after it was all said and done, but where was the satisfication? she made sure they suffered. just like dewey did. but it wasn't enough. why wasn't it fucking enough? she lost count of how many times she tackled amber to the floor once gale and sidney had her distracted, activating her switchblade and...her screams. the blood. gale and sidney even flinching a little. their screams, mixing together, until eventually, amber fell quiet, but she didn't stop. it wasn't until gale pulled her back, that she nearly stabbed her in reflex too. it was all so blurry for her. before eventually, those deep stabs from richie seemed to kick in, the adrenaline fading away and instead, feeling her body go limp in her mother's arms.

that time, she did die. for two minutes. sidney managed to get her breathing again, but she needed multiple blood transfusions just to pull through. she just felt...numb, when she woke up. why her? why couldn't wes, liv, or even judy had of pulled through? at the time, she hated being alive. she just wanted her father, but she could never act irrationally, as tara slept in the same bed with her. they had known each other since they were toddlers, after all. she couldn't leave her, or her and dewey's dog.

so reluctantly, she agreed to go with the group to new york city. its not like she had a choice, tara had signed her up for blackmore with the others. though the moment she was in that car, the better it got. her head resting comfortably in tara's lap, her acrylics digging into her scalp, which just only lulled her to sleep. it didn't help that the cheesy pop music tara had chosen for them to listen to on the drive there was unironically catchy.

to her surprise, she found herself liking it here. aside from how people would target her and sam, specifically, labeling and calling them murderers and other taunting names for their involvement in the woodsboro massacres, believing that they were behind it. laurie though, tried to not let it bother her, as much as she could. it's not like it didn't bother her, sometimes it brought back too much painful memories and she'd lock herself away in her room all day, but she didn't want to be a scared child anymore. she wanted to be free from it all. to live her own fucking life.

though as soon as the first weekend of the first month of their stay at blackmore hit, chad had called everybody to ask if they'd all be okay with going out for a celebratory dinner, and to also just get to know each other, which everyone did agree to. but the last person she didn't expect to see walk in was a familiar face.

a much more older version of who she once knew. she felt her heart skip a beat, and he was sure as hell he did too. he almost looked like a deer in headlights, just as taken aback as she was. the shock was strong, but eventually, both of them smiled widely, almost at the same time. but neither could speak, feeling tingly everywhere in their body. in their hearts, in their souls. like it was meant to be.

"e?" she asks, still taken aback, but a lot more confident in her guess now, which he just smiled wider and ran forward to squeeze her into a hug. one she gladly accepted, the shy boy spinning her around as they both laughed, glad to be in each other's arms again.

but the others just stared, the confusion clear as day for even tara, a part of her childhood that laurie had never once spoken on. but nobody seemed to notice quinn as well, narrowing her eyebrows a little as the realization came in. and how her little brother placed her down and seemed to forget all about how the entire group was there. instead sitting in a booth behind the group, so still around if they wanted to talk, but the two seemed to want to be left alone. smiling, laughing, and complimenting each other.

for chad, it had been the most brave thing of ethan he had ever seen. for the longest time he had known his roomie, he knew of ethan being the shy type of boy who preferred to be by himself and had no clue how to even approach a girl. but here he was, acting like he's known her all his life.

it was just the beginning of the end.

Taissa Farmiga / Laurie Riley (Weathers) Daddy's Girl. 80s Music. The Older Sister. Starlit Skies. Romance Movies. Literally Padme Amidala. Twenty.

Jack Champion / Ethan Landry Mama's Boy. Curly Brown Hair. Total Star Wars Geek. Literally Anakin Skywalker. Aquarium Lover. Nineteen.

Katie Douglas / Adrianna Riley-Weathers Daddy's Girl. The Little Sister. Ceo of Simple Sweaters and Pretty Cardigans. Born to Die. Sunsets. Nineteen.

Jenna Ortega / Tara Carpenter Nobody's Daughter. The Fashionista. The Archer. Midnights. My Immortal. Nineteen.

Sydney Sweeney / Esther Macher Nobody's Daughter. The Nurse. Otherwise known as Ellie Williams. Red Leathered Jackets. Sunsets. Twenty Six

Melissa Barerra / Samantha Carpenter Daddy's Girl. The Mastermind. Otherwise known as Dina Woodward. CEO of Plain White Sweaters. The Archer. Twenty Five

Vivien Lyra-Blair / Judith Landry Nobody's Daughter. Ceo of Colorful Clothes. Aspiring Actress. Otherwise Known as the Boogeyman's Daughter. Eight.

Piper Rubio / Abigail "Abby" Faye Taylor - Altieri Daddy's Girl. Flare Jeans. Ice Skater. Artist. Anything Sweet. Swiftie. Nine.

remaining cast!! Scott Foley ... Roman Bridger Parker Posey ... Jennifer Jolie Courtney Cox ... Gale Weathers David Arquette ... Dewey Riley Neve Campbell ... Sidney Prescott Mikey Madison ... Amber Freeman Jasmin - Savoy Brown ... Mindy-Meeks Martin Mason Gooding ... Chad-Meeks Martin Dylan Minette ... Wes Hicks Sonia Ammar ... Liv Mackenzie Jack Quaid ... Richie Kirsch (Bailey) Emma Myers ... Annalise Elizabeth Hamilton ( Riley - Weathers ) Devyn Nekoda ... Anika Kayoko Madeleine McGraw ... Younger! Laurie Riley Younger! Noah Jupe ... Younger! Ethan Landry Liana Liberato ... Quinn Bailey Dermot Mulroney ... Wayne Bailey Hayden Panettiere ... Kirby Reed Josh Hutcherson ... Mike Taylor-Altieri

THE REST AS DESCRIBED / DEPICTED !

OOO. HIII EVERYONE WELCOME TO MY WAY OF LIFE!! you are all my ELITE EMPLOYEES, seeing this before i post it on my wattpad account haha (if i even do). this here is a fic of me, and a collection of my close friends (ciel, kara, and sarinnah)'s characters for our own personal little screamverse!! we, as a group, do not support the creators or anything of the sort. as far as we're concerned, erm, we created this universe!! we are the masters now!! no ones safe. not even the children. OOO. so adding onto this, some of these characters don't belong to me!! i'd get sued if i said so. and im broke. so they kind of need credits.

OO1. Annalise Riley-Weathers, Mike Taylor-Altieri && Abby Taylor-Altieri belong to someone i seriously consider my little brother. FCKIN CHRIST WE ARE INSANE. WE LITERALLY REMADE 4, 5 AND 6 JUST FOR GIGGLES. THERES SO MUCH LORE GOOD GOD CIEL. WHEN I SAY STOP ME FROM RAMBLING, I MEAN IT. I mean jesus where do i even start with you. you're more of family to me than my actual one is, and that says a lot. i've known you for almost two years now, but it feels like i've known you for even longer. you're genuinely the most funniest, talented and overall amazing people ive ever met. you also saved my life, so many times without ever physically being there. i wish we could meet bb ): its uhm...kind of embarrassing how i dont have your tag for here!! im new here. but dont worry ill harass you later (morelike send you the link) but i love u sm. OO2. Adrianna Riley-Weathers belongs to my other friend, sare!! i know we don't talk a lot and we can totally blame discord's shitty notification system for that but i love our little roleplay and our little conversations we have even if its to shit on ur over the top ex friend!! im so happy you're comfortable enough telling me stuff i wouldn't tell anyone else. ur the best <3 and no, fuck chara they dont exist. you want a chad ship? fine, ethan is in love w chad too. they are now canon suck it. TARA IS A LESBIAN. TAMBER COME BACK TO ME...TAMBER...TAMBER I MISS Y- OO3. and finally, Esther Macher && Samantha Carpenter belongs to my friend, Kara. im sorry you've had to put up with my "i want ethan landry to shove me against a wall and (insert controversial comment here)" comments in ur tiktok feed, im a little menace for this goofy guy if u couldn't tell!! but seriously, even though we've only known each other off and on for about a year now but started talking actively a few months ago, your genuinely super charismatic and funny like i genuinely adore u. also, if anyone else tries to come on here saying they love samantha carpenter the most, ill just say ur lying, because thats actually her. you'll never compare, cope. but in all seriousness, tysm for putting up with my constant shit i appreciate you so much, even if right now we're just spamming each other's tiktok because we'd rather put a gun in our mouths then send out replies to our roleplay...

OOO. so anyways i hope u enjoy this book the more i send out chapters for it!! ill be making a masterlist for u crazy folks <3 laurie && judith are my babies i lovelove them so much. god im nervous

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 5

read part 4 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: major character death, depictions of murder/suicide

a/n: okay here we get to see the toxic psycho behavior start to come out! this part is so different from the last that it gave me whiplash to write. n e ways hope you like

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Even before I turn over, I can feel Ethan’s eyes on me. 

He grins. “Hey, good morning,”

“Hi,” I say, sitting up against the backboard. “Have you been up very long?” I check the alarm. It’s relatively early still, only 8:15.

“No, no,” he says. “I just didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

There’s an awkward tension between us, neither quite knowing what to do now. Eventually, Ethan clears his throat. “So I, uh, I had a really special time with you last night, and I kinda want to keep hanging out? If you want to, I mean.”

“You mean like, go on some dates?”

“Um, yeah? If that’s cool?”

I don’t know if he’s ever asked a girl out before because he absolutely cannot look me in the eye, but his expression is so sweet that I lean over and gently kiss him. 

“That would be great.”

He smiles, and I almost lose myself in this moment, until I remember the rest of last night. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I say, untangling myself from his arms. “I gotta go see Tara.”

Ethan frowns. “Wait, why?”

“I have to apologize. She’s all alone right now, Sam left last night.”

“I don’t see why it’s your job to tell her you’re sorry, though,” he says. “She literally slapped you.”

I pull on some discarded jeans and a t-shirt. “It’s more complicated than that,” I sigh. “I don’t want this to become a big thing. Easier to just apologize now, you know?”

He gets up and wraps me in his arms, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Alright. At least let me drive you? It’s too far to walk right now.”

I know that it’s a bad idea to bring Ethan, but the feeling of his arms around me and the faded scent of his cologne is intoxicating. I can’t help but be persuaded.

“Fine, okay,” I say. “Thank you.”

He gives me one more quick kiss on the neck before pulling away to get dressed.

***

Usually, the drive to Tara’s is ten minutes long. Thanks to Ethan’s driving habits, we make it in five.

Pulling up to the house, a wave of nausea and jitters passes through my body. I’m considering turning around until Ethan takes my hand in his. The non-verbal reassurance calms me down, and we walk into the house together.

I’m surprised to find that the door is slightly ajar, deadbolts forgotten without Sam in the house. I know that she’s still gone– her car is missing from the driveway– but my theory is confirmed when I find a note on the kitchen table: 

At gmas. Don’t text. Call when you can have a real conversation -Sam.

“That’s brutal,” Ethan whistles.

“Yeah.” I remember how Sam looked at all of us last night, and it sends chills down my spine. I push it away. “I think I should bring her something.”

Ethan laughs. “Don’t you think that’s over the top?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Oh, whatever. I just want this to work.”

Opening the fridge, I find a bottle of orange juice that Tara once mentioned was her favorite. “Hey, that’ll work.”

Ethan grabs a ceramic cup from the cabinet and hands it to me. “How about making it special? Got any mixers?”

“Like Sam keeps any alcohol in this house,” I scoff, pouring the juice into the cup. “Plus, a mimosa isn’t the best hangover cure.”

“I don’t know… I was thinking something more like this.” He reaches underneath the kitchen sink, pulling out a bottle of drain cleaner. 

I laugh, thinking he's kidding, but he doesn’t crack a smile or put the bottle away. “Come on,” he continues, pulling out an identical cup. “She’ll puke her guts out and you’ll get a little revenge before you apologize.”

He pours in blue liquid and mixes it with equal parts orange juice. I can’t lie, I’m a little horrified. “Don’t be a dick, Ethan, that stuff could kill her.”

He pauses for a second, and I can’t read his expression before his face softens. “You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.”

He leans in and kisses me unexpectedly, and even though I’m still weirded out by his suggestion, I melt into him, letting the moment take me.

“Is okay,” I mumble into his mouth. “We gotta go. She’s probably waking up now.”

Without looking, I grab the cup from the table, distracted by Ethan’s eyes raking over me. It feels good to be wanted like this. I smirk at him and turn on my heels. 

He follows me up the stairs, and together we approach Tara’s door. I know she’s in there by the sound of her sleep music playing softly, even though it’s past 9:00 at this point. Tara’s usually an early riser, but I’m willing to bet that the hangover is preventing her from starting her day.

Out of courtesy, I knock gently on her door. “Tara? Are you in there?”

No reply. Not wanting to give up, I turn the knob and let myself in. She’s laying in her bed, facing away from us. “Hey, Tara?”

Tara turns over, and I can tell she’s not happy to see me. “What are you doing here, Y/N? And with… Ethan?”

Even though she’s trying to ice me out, she’s clearly interested in whatever happened between us. I clear my throat. “Yeah. Listen, Tara, I know both of us said a lot of stuff we didn’t mean last night–”

“Did we?” she interrupts. “I don’t know, you seemed pretty fucking sure of yourself when you got in the middle of my family business.”

Her words hurt, and I can feel Ethan shift uncomfortably behind me. “I know. Can we just forget about it?”

I hold out the cup and she eyes me suspiciously. “What, did you spit in this or something?”

“Jesus, Tara, no,” I sigh. “I came to say sorry or whatever. You said it’s your favorite.”

This seems to persuade her. She takes the cup from me, sitting up in her bed. “If this makes me feel better, I’ll consider accepting your apology.”

This makes me smile slightly, and I can see a glint in her eye that tells me she might not be as mad anymore. She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks, and I relax a little, thankful she accepted my peace offering. 

But something is wrong. Really, really wrong.

As soon as she swallows, her face scrunches up. She drops the cup, spilling the contents on her comforter.

“Tara?” I say, “What’s going on?”

She’s hacking now, and I see her start to convulse. I’m full-on panicking now. “Oh my god, Ethan, call 911!”

He’s completely checked out, watching Tara choke. “Fuck, Ethan, just do it!” I scream.

This seems to wake him up, and he grabs his phone from his back pocket. “Jesus, it’s fucking dead!”

This can’t be happening. I take her head in my lap, trying to elevate it so she doesn’t choke, but there’s no use. Tara wheezes and wheezes, then suddenly goes still, blood starting to trickle from her mouth.

I’m frozen. I can’t do anything but stare slack-jawed at Tara’s gaunt face in my lap.

Then it hits me, and I start screaming.

“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, how could this happen, how could we kill–”

Ethan suddenly slaps his hand over my mouth, frighteningly out of character for him.

“Y/N, stop, please, stop! Someone’s going to hear.” He retracts his hand, and I feel my eyes welling with tears. I’m shaking. 

“Jesus Christ,” I say. “I just killed my best friend.”

We sit in silence for a second until the reality of the situation dawns on me. “Holy fuck, what are we going to tell the cops?”

I can see the cogs in his brain turning, and he stumbles around the room. Suddenly, Ethan stops and picks up a copy of The Bell Jar from Tara’s desk.

“Okay. Now, we did a murder, and that's a crime. But, if this were like a suicide thing…”

“A suicide thing?” I don’t follow.

“I mean, you can do Tara’s handwriting just as well as your own, right?”

I suddenly understand what he’s asking me to do, and the thought makes me sick. But we have no other option. 

I gently lift Tara’s head off of my lap so I can get up and rip out a piece of paper from her half-full history notebook. “Fuck, what do I say?”

Ethan thinks for a second. “We have to tie it back to last year. Make sure to talk about her fight with Sam last night.

It feels impossible, but I force myself to start writing.

Dear world,

You might think what I’ve done is shocking. To me, though, suicide is the obvious answer to the impossible challenge life has given me. 

Though Richie Kirsch and Amber Freeman did not kill me last year, they stole something much more valuable– my will to live. 

The absence of my father and sister, the deaths of some of my closest friends, and then the departure of my mother, all combined, made me realize that there is no one left who really knows me, no one who really cares. 

I can’t live like this any longer, alone and afraid of an enemy who isn’t there. I died knowing that there was no other option for me. I hope you can understand.

Tara

By the time I’m done, I’m shaking so hard that I drop the pen. The page is stained with my tears, but there’s no time to rewrite it.

I collapse on the ground, and Ethan wraps his arms around me. “I know, I know,” he says.  “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

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porn star! ethan landry x roommate! reader

#SYNOPSIS— ethan really needs to stop thinking about you during his private sessions.

#CONTAINS— anal play, toys, voyeurism, sub! ethan, mommy kink, degradation/praise, dacryphilia, reader is mean, this is filthy i mean it, brief mention of porn star! chad

#AUTHORSNOTE— sorry not sorry x2, might make a part 2 with pornstar chad bc i want to lol

there were a few pros to having a roommate who was as hard working as you.

one, you were barely home. a worrying fact that honestly ethan really shouldn't be so bothered about. most roommates would probably prefer it that their roomie wasn't home, but the thing is, ethan liked you. maybe a little too much; your presence was comforting, you were interesting to talk to, and you were such a good listener that ethan could ramble for hours and not feel bad at all.

two, you had little time to relax, so when you did, you did it with him. laying on the couch and watching a new t.v show with him, making dinner when you came home before ethan did and laughing over the dinner table, playing animal crossing on your switch while he did the homework he procrastinated. ethan liked it when you could just relax, and he liked it even more that you preferred to do it with him, your dear puppy-eyed roommate who was always a little too eager to do things for you.

you were always so stressed, working a job you hated and practically giving your all to school and your profession that you barely had time for yourself. you always came home so exhausted, sometimes even pissed off, that ethan wanted to make it easy for you. he wanted to help you relax. (and sometimes, on the days you came home particularly angry, he imagined you taking that anger out on him instead.)

three, because you weren't home and because you were always so busy, ethan had a chance to keep his side job a little more.. under wraps.

originally, it had started out of curiosity. simple twitter porn videos of him jerking off in front of a camera, whining and moaning as he thrusted his cock into his hand for the internet to see. and only when ethan realized that people liked him and that he was only a little (a lot) turned on by random strangers calling him pretty boy and little slut did he start an onlyfans.

truthfully, even though ethan liked being called all those degrading words, he imagined every single one of them as you behind the screen. typing behind all the accounts, calling him degrading words and praising him for being your little slut and your pretty boy.

but you had already written him off as the innocent roommate. the boy next door type who looked at you with shining hazel eyes and was sometimes just a little too smart with his mouth. and ethan, too afraid of saying his occupation to you, too afraid of possibly making you uncomfortable in any way, kept it a secret.

after the nights where ethan recorded before you came home, fucking himself with a fleshlight and bouncing on a dildo, he could barely even look at you during breakfast. face burning red and hand far too stiff as ethan ate his cereal diligently, listening to you talk about your day plans, completely oblivious to the fact that ethan had used his toys, imagining it was your pussy he was pounding into and your strap on he was taking so well.

which was why he only mildly jumped when you knocked on his door right as he was posting one of his videos.

"ow," ethan hissed, knee colliding with the underside of his desk before he hurried changed the page to another. "come in!"

you peeked in, smile as charming as ever as you looked at your flustered roommate. "hey, they called me in for a little today so i'll probably be home pretty late," you said, opening the door a little wider. you leaned against the door frame, tilting your head a little as you crossed your arms over your chest. "whatcha working on?" you asked curiously, peering at ethan's tomato-red cheeks with an amused grin.

"oh!" ethan laughed nervously, unable to stop himself from subtly looking at the outfit you wore, "i'm working on.." he turned to his computer, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the youtube video he was watching earlier of how to play chess. "chess..?"

"huh." you clicked your tongue, peering into the screen. "okay. i gotta go— logan's gonna kill me if i show up late."

you failed to notice the way ethan's jaw clenched at the mention of your co-worker, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "don't stay up for me, 'kay?" you said with one final smile, one he quickly returned.

"okay! drive safe, please," ethan said earnestly, making you nod as you shut the door.

"y'know i always do!"

ethan waited until he heard you leave before he returned back to his page. he had planned later on in the week to make a video with chad, but today he had to make a video.

"fuckin' asshole," you grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your keys. the fact that they called you in just to say that they didn't need you that night only pissed you off a little bit. they didn't think to just text you instead of telling you to your face?

you turned your keys into the lock before slowly opening the door. it was relatively late now; you had left late and returned late. but you didn't want to disturb ethan.

door creaking softly as you shut it and locked it behind you, you didn't want to make your presence known to him as you kicked your shoes off gently. knowing ethan, he was probably fast asleep, playing video games, or talking to chad.

your sock-clad feet shuffled gently across the hard wood floor, a slow sigh leaving your lips until you heard a muffled sound from ethan's room.

you stopped in your tracks, head turning towards his door. was he still awake? a fond smile graced your face as you slowly walked closer, until stopping again when you heard another sound. a moan.

did he have someone over? you couldn't deny the slight hurt and jealousy that panged at your chest at that, your jaw clenching as you tried to push down your emotions.

good for him.

and you almost walked away then to leave ethan to his own devices, if you didn't hear that he whimpered out.

"fuck, this dildo's so big."

what the fuck did he just say?

you blinked, jaw almost dropping at the words coming out of your dear roomie's (not so) innocent mouth, the idea that ethan fucking landry, who sometimes forgot to clean up after himself because he got distracted by some other activity, was moaning like a pornstar.

swallowing thickly, you took a step closer.

and he forgot to shut his door. typical.

but your curiosity and desire was burning far too high for you to just walk away. for you to just turn away from your annoyingly handsome roommate who was letting out such salicious moans that you felt desire pooling at your stomach as you stepped closer and closer.

and when you pushed open ethan's door ever so slowly, you were so happy you gave into your temptations.

ethan looked delicious, ass hitting his headboard repeatedly as he fucked himself dumb on a dildo he had suction cupped to the wood. his eyes were shut tightly, imagining that it was you forcing his hips back to hit yours, making him sink further and further down onto your strap, making him whine as you stretched his ass just for you.

"mm, mm, mm, mm," ethan whimpered repeatedly with every push back of his hips, taking the dildo deeper into his ass with every push. hands gripping his comforter, ethan let out a filthy moan as he sank down fully on the cock, moan moving into a whine as he shifted a little on the dildo. "feels so.."

and when ethan finally opened his eyes, he saw you. shamelessly staring as you watched him fuck himself silly, jaw clenched and pupils dilated as you realized your roommate wasn't as innocent as you thought he was.

"don't stop," you said before ethan could say anything, voice coming out strained as you watched him look at you with wide, mildly horrified eyes.

"w—what?" ethan stared at you like a deer in headlights, hands gripping his comforter as he tried to process your words.

"did i stutter?" you said with a small tilt of your head, finding your voice as you stepped closer. "i said," you sat down right in front of him, eyes snapping to his phone, recording diligently, "don't. stop."

a wicked grin meets your lips as you stare down at him with hungry eyes, finally connecting the dots. “so this is what you do when i’m not home, huh?” grabbing his head of curls, you relish in the whine he lets out as you force him to look at you. “whoring yourself out for the entire internet to see. so don’t stop just because i’m watching.”

ethan bit down on his bottom lip, face red as he looked at you with doe eyes. “y/n,” he whined, eyes glassy and pupils dilated as he started at you. “you’re so mean,” he whimpered, cock twitching as you tilted your head in faux confusion, clicking your tongue.

“don’t you want me to be mean?” your tone changes a bit, melting into sincerity and genuine worry as you look down at ethan, making sure that it’s truly what he wants, that he’s wanted this as much as you have.

and when he nods, face flushing red, your eyes turn cold again.

“good boy.” and with that, you lean down to kiss him, making a delicious moan rip out of his throat as finally, your lips are on his. it’s a mess of tongue and desperation, your lips moving needily over hisas you bend him at an unnatural position. ethan was so compliant, becoming an easy puddle in your hands as he whined into your mouth as his hard cock rubbed against his comforter.

you pull away from him, hungry eyes staring at his pretty red parted lips and his flushed cheeks. “y/n— mommy—“ ethan babbles, already a mess as he stares at you with dilated pupils, eyes glassy with desperate tears.

"crying already?" you couldn't help but tease, caressing his face with one of your hands. ethan leaned into your soft touch, his heart pounding loud in his chest. but that moment of softness lasted briefly; with a sadistic smile on your face, you used your free hand to shove ethan by his shoulder, forcing him fully onto the plastic cock.

his mouth dropped open in a beautiful 'o' as he felt the 10 inch dildo fill him up again, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself up. poor baby was so needy, the fact that you fell so easily into the dominant role making him so hard that it hurt.

“if i knew you were such a slut, ethan,” you said, pulling him off of the dildo completely, leaving him empty and gaping, “i would’ve fucked you ages ago.”

ethan whimpered at that, unable to form any coherent sentence as you practically manhandled him to turn around, making it so that he was on his hands and knees with his ass towards you. pulling the dildo off of your headboard with a small pop, you hummed, forcing ethan’s ass back further.

he was so sinful, so compliant to your movements as you practically manhandled him into the position you wanted him in. “mommy, mommy please,” ethan babbled, anticipation making his body tingle as he wiggled his ass, trying to tempt you, “i’m so empty—“ he was cut off with a yelp as you slapped his ass hard, the pain making him whine for more.

all those days of him going off to the gym surely paid off. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of ethan’s ass as you slapped his other asscheek, making him whimper. “that’s for not telling me,” you growled, before slapping his other cheek, reveling in the whorish moan he let out. “that’s for slutting yourself out to anyone but me.” another slap, and another delicious moan.

spreading ethan open with one hand, revealing his gaping pink hole for you, you slapped his hole, hearing ethan sob at the stimulation. “and that’s because you fucking belong to me, got it?”

“yes— yes, mommy,” ethan cried out, tears already streaming down his pretty face as he struggled to keep himself together. he was so horny, so needy, so deep in his head space and you were only helping him. “y/n, i need you, please, i’m sorry, momma, i need you,” he whined out, his words slurring together as he sniffled.

you clicked your tongue, feigning boredom as you rubbed ethan’s rim teasingly, making him push his ass back further towards you. your other hand came to push his lower down, forcing him to arch his muscular back in such a lewd way. but ethan was basically putty in your hands, willing and compliant, and he arched his back so prettily for you.

“what do you need me to do, e?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you sank two fingers into him. ethan took it so easily, his breathing coming out in a low moan as he felt himself filled up.

and maybe it was because he was a bit of a size queen, but ethan wanted more.

“need you t’fuck me, mommy,” ethan said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. his pretty face was tear streaked, and his doe eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. “i’ve been so good, please,” he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. ethan’s mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt, how your fingers felt inside of him.

he had wanted you for so long. and now he had you.

you pulled your fingers out of his pretty pink hole, spitting over it, making ethan whimper. but before he could even keep thinking about you, you grabbed his thick dildo and slapped its fat head teasingly against his hole, making wet plap plap sounds. “so loose, baby,” you murmured in wonder, sliding the expanse of the cock against his hole. and just like the slut he was, ethan reached two hands behind him and spread his ass apart, cheeks burning red and cock hard from the exposure.

a wicked grin crawled onto your face as ethan whined pathetically, his babbles of “please” and “mommy i’m sorry” fueling your sadistic desire to make him beg.

too bad you were impatient.

you slid the dildo completely inside of him, making ethan’s eyes roll back as he was filled up completely again. “oh fuck—“ ethan cried out as you began moving the dildo in and out of him at a brutal pace, making him moan out in pleasure, his hands still spreading his ass apart for you.

“you’re such a dirty slut,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s arched back and making him keen. “i bet you’re always so desperate for pleasure, huh? always want to have a pussy to fuck or a dick to suck,” you teased, making ethan grip the comforter hard as he cried out.

“i’m— i’m a dirty slut,” ethan sobbed, his cock grinding against the sheets as you fucked him at such a brutal pace. he felt drool slipping from his mouth, his mouth making such salacious noises that he had no control over. you had practically broken him at this point, his mind solely focused on you and how full he felt as the thick dildo pumped in and out of his ass.

“yeah you are. you just love being a whore for everyone, huh?” you laughed cruelly, watching as ethan pushed his hips back to meet your movements.

“ah, ah, ah, ah!” ethan moaned repeatedly, tongue lolling out and back arching even more as he felt you hit his prostate over and over. he could’ve cum right then and there, but ethan took pride in being a good boy for you. “mommy— mommy, can i cum?” he asked frantically, feeling the dildo pump in and out of him faster. precum stained his sheets as ethan’s thick cock bobbed with every push into him.

“i don’t know if needy sluts deserve to cum,” you tsked, a smirk growing on your face when you heard ethan practically sob at your denial.

he buried his face into his pillows as you dragged the dildo out until only its fat tip was inside, until you shoved it all into him at once. the moan ethan let out echoed in the room, his tears staining his pillows as he begged for you. “please, please, please,” ethan whimpered out like a mantra, looking back at you with teary hazel eyes. “mommy, please—!”

“cum for mommy, ethan,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s back once again.

“oh fuck— oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” ethan whined out, his voice becoming breathy and high pitched as he came over his sheets, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head at the power of his orgasm. you pumped the thick dildo in and out of him through his orgasm, murmuring praise as ethan’s body finally went limp.

you peppered kisses all along ethan’s back, ready to pull the dildo out of ethan before he stopped you, his hand grabbing your free hand. “keep it in,” he murmured, pupils blown wide as he looked at you with a red tear stained face.

“i wanna keep it inside while you ride my face.”

[landryslover]

Knight in Shining Cardboard

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (GN!Reader)

It's Halloween, and you find yourself at some house party-but you've managed to lose Anika. Good thing a familiar face is there to keep you company.

Maybe a game of truth or dare is what the two of you need to finally address the tension between you.

(More tags/info on ao3)

[wekiamo]

still love you pt. 2

heyy finally part 2! 😭 sorry for the wait. anyways i’m glad y’all like the fic! reblogs are appreciated and requests are totally welcome!

warnings: swearing, murdering, stabbing, blood, fluff! if something’s missing tell me in the comments

you screamed.

“[NAME], NO!” tara screamed even louder than you did. she started to cry even more. you couldn’t die, you and sam were one of the most important things in her life. you were always there for her and she was always there for you, you both had some kind of sister connection. you always had so much fun, you loved deep conversations - actually, you loved anything that made you spend more time with each other. you could never lose her and she could never lose you. was she losing you right now? that’s one thing she would NEVER want in her life, ever.

while tara was still screaming for your name, denying that you were dead, sam had covered her mouth and started sobbing. sam couldn’t even think of ever losing you, that she’d panic. she can’t imagine a life without your jokes, without cooking a new recipe with you every day with the same playlist going on, without crying on your shoulder and you crying on hers, without holding hands with you everytime she gets nervous.

“her screams were way better than i thought, i bet you had your fun, huh? great job, son” bailey praised as ethan came back from the dark room, alone.

ethan nodded and smirked in response.

“we were having a little fun. wanna join?” quinn asked, walking to stand beside sam and tara so he could see them - sam with blood in her arms and tara with blood in her cheeks.

“no thanks, i think we’ve had fun enough, haven’t we?” the tall boy looked at his father, then his sister, making bailey nod - quinn was not satisfied at all, she wanted to tease and hurt them more before actually killing them, but she tilted her head in agreement.

“so, tara” bailey started, walking towards the girl whose expression was totally readable - a mixed feeling of anger and sadness. “how do you want to die? would you rather get stabbed in the mouth, the neck, the eye-“

“fuck you” she said almost whispering between sobs.

“oh you liked the last option, tara? wanna be stabbed in the eye?” he chuckled. “fine”.

tara could not stop crying. it was just all too much for her.

“what about you, sam? how do you want to die?” quinn looked at the girl, tilting her head

she didn’t respond, she only stared. she looked at each one of them, starting with tara, then bailey, then quinn, and stopped at ethan.

“motherfucker you don’t even have the RIGHT to ignore my questions” quinn yelled at sam then slapped her hard.

oh how sam wanted to jump on her and make her scream so loudly that anyone in this city could hear, but she couldn’t. not right now. sam was getting more and more out of control - if she could get away with this situation, she’d kill them, ALL OF THEM, brutally.

“how do you think it was to get a phone call and acknowledge that my son was fucking murdered? huh?” bailey grabbed sam by her neck roughly, making the girl unable to breathe “he died in YOUR hands. now you’re going to fucking pay for this and for all we’ve suffered” he got his hands off of her

“he was crazy, him and his pathetic girlfriend went on a killing spree because of a FUCKING MOVIE. he was so useless he didn’t even get to kill more than one person ” sam laughed “he deserved to die. but you guys are all insane too, just like him”

“ENOUGH” quinn raised her arm with her knife, about to stab sam’s neck when you stepped in

“get the fuck away from her. NOW” you said, pointing a gun to her, holding it with both of your hands. you were far from them.

“what the fuck?” ethan turned to you, looking genuinely confused.

“[name], you’re alive!” tara said with a tone of relief in a slight grin, unable to completely smile due to what’s happening now

“you’re just like your brother, aren’t you,you little shit?” sam asked not waiting for a response, looking at ethan “thank god you’re alive, [name]. you’re just in time” she continued

“what the fuck is happening here, isn’t she supposed to be dea- HEY” tara took the knife out of quinn’s hands and grabbed her by the shoulder, stabbing her in the chest. “what happened quinn? why so quiet, bitch?” tara teased. “i’m gonna fuck you up” quinn said, falling down to the floor quickly.

“weapons down, bailey” now you were pointing the gun to him

sam was gone. you didn’t mind where she was going, because you knew well she was coming back for her revenge.

you were now getting closer and closer to bailey, gun still pointed at him. “lost another poor little baby, didn’t you?” bailey’s face was covered in fear, and he didn’t know what to do now. “how sad is that?” you teased him, pouting your lips

“you’re going to pay for everything. first richie and then quinn? double the price now” he said, looking obviously furious by seeing another child of him get killed, but this time right in front of him. that made him even more angry

“oh, am i? how?”

“behind you, kid”

you did not even turn to see what was going on behind you, but you could hear someone’s steps getting closer and closer.

bailey started smiling like a crazy psychopath. well, he was one. “it’s over for you now” he said, and you turned your head to see someone in a ghostface costume standing beside you.

“no, i think its over for you.”

“what-”

in no time, he was getting stabbed everywhere. arms, legs, chest…

repeatedly. and he didn’t stop screaming in pain. he was screaming like a fucking baby. not he knows what it feels like to be stabbed in his own skin. that goes on for almost a whole minute.

until it stops. and the person in the ghostface costume unmasks - sam.

“my dad is a serial killer. but you know, i’m better than this”

“thank you, thank you” bailey, still alive somehow, thanked sam with blood visible all over his body. it even made you pity him for a second, seeing him all bloody.

tara was now standing beside you too. she gave sam a look you didn’t really understand at first, then tilted her head.

“i think you liked that last option more than tara did” sam said before stabbing him in the eye. now you understood. she got her revenge, once again. she had a relieved look in her face, and you did too.

“cool” tara said with a slight grin, once again.

suddenly, quinn got up and started running in your direction. you quickly turned to ethan and threw your gun at his hands, and

ethan shot quinn in the head.

“aw man, i wanted to do it this time again” tara said in frustration, remembering how she shot amber

“ethan, you’re with us?”

“yes, and i’m so sorry for everything - i was forced to do everything and i tried to convince them not to do any of this, but it wasn’t my choice.” the boy said, frowning “please trust me”

sam and tara looked at each other, then they looked at you”

“i guess it’s true girls, we can trust him”

ethan smiled softly, getting closer to the three of you.

“why did you kill anika? and chad? you could’ve told quinn and bailey you didn’t get to kill anika and chad, and let them go” tara said still mad and untrustful of him

“i didn’t kill anika. that was my dad, and again, im very sorry. about chad, i dont think he’s dead. i was very careful with the knife”

“are you sure?”

“yes. we can go look for him”

“you’re not the ethan we know. where’s the super awkward ‘am i gonna die a virgin’ weirdo?” sam asked and they all laughed.

you looked at him, he looked down at you.

he grabbed you by the chin and leaned in to kiss you. it was passionate and genuine. you felt comfortable in his touch and started playing with his perfect curly hair - someting you knew he loved - and still seems to love.

“i love you, [name]. i’m sorry you had to go through all of this”

“i love you too ethan” you said, kissing him back.

“ew. anyways, let’s go and look for chad!” tara said, and sam followed.

you and ethan were still kissing. for a moment, you forgot how much of a good kisser he was.

“you’re still good at this” you said, pulling away from the kiss

“i know, honey” he joked, and you both laughed. “now let’s go with them”

[amberfreysworld]

very proud of these and they are just examples and me messing around but I really wanna write a scream 5 & scream 6 fanfic and wanna edit more stuff like this for it because these were so fun to do so please hit me up and we can collab together possibly please.

[psycholuvrgirl]

sweets! part II

ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]

summary: the friend group discusses the rules of the new set of ghostface killings and possible suspects. ethan and winnie play a game.

warnings: mentions of murder, nsfw implication/discussion

a/n: chapter two early as a treat <3

masterlist

Winnie and Ethan approach the group hand in hand. Since the prior night’s events, Winnie had texted Ethan once he had gone home, asking if he would stay close to her during the day. Ethan was more than happy to oblige; walking her to her classes, holding her hand, and even waiting near the bathroom for her. Ethan sits down and Winnie takes her spot in his lap, just as she had last night, and Mindy stands from the bench where she was waiting for them to arrive. 

“Okay, nerds! And Winnie,” Mindy announces, gesturing to the other girl with the mention of her name. Winnie fakes a curtsy, giggling at being singled out. Mindy continues her message, “Listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not… calling the killers last time.”

“I called it,” Winnie says, smiling proudly.

Mindy glares at her, “As a joke. You didn’t actually mean it.”

“I was still right,” Winnie says. Ethan puts up his hand and Winnie high-fives him, sticking her tongue out at Mindy.

Ethan can’t help but be a little distracted by the size of her hands. They’re smaller than his, and so soft. She interlaces their fingers and he smiles at the action, their hands dropping to their sides.

“You two are scaring me more than Ghostface can,” Mindy says, her face flat as she looks at them. She clears her throat and turns back to the group, “Anyways. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”

“Um, what’s a requel?” Anika asks, putting her hand up to get Mindy’s attention.

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions to the end,” Mindy says.

“It’s made up,” Winnie whispers. Anika nods and gives her a thumbs up.

“Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college,” Sam says.

“So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara asks.

“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college: check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or body count: check, check, and check,” Mindy says, pointing to the three newcomers to the group.

“I don’t like this,” Ethan says. Winnie leans her head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him.

“You’re telling me,” she says with a smile.

“Ignoring that,” Mindy says, looking away from the pair with a disgusted expression. “It can’t just be about Stab 2.”

“Why not?” Tara asks. Winnie and Ethan revert their attention back to the group.

“It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore,” Mindy says.

“Oh Mindy, you nerd, get on with it,” Winnie says, rolling her eyes.

“We’re in a franchise!” Mindy announces. Winnie groans, throwing her body limply into Ethan’s. Mindy ignores the girl’s dramatic display and continues. “And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.”

“I had a feeling,” Sam says with a sigh. Winnie moves in Ethan’s lap, turning so she can lay on him comfortably. The boy welcomes her to do so, wrapping his arms around her when she’s comfortable. He notices Chad watching them in his peripheral vision but refuses to look over at his roommate.

“Rule one: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.”

“Beheadings?” Chad asks, looking up at his sister.

“Beheadings,” Mindy repeats. “Rule two: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.”

“She talks so much,” Winnie whines, looking at Mindy for her reaction.

“Suck on a lollipop and shut up,” Mindy says, a fake smile on her face. Winnie laughs at the girl’s jab, standing up and walking around to stand behind Ethan. She rests her chin on him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “And rule three: no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh, and that’s not even the worst part!”

“Oh, I would love it if you would tell me, though,” Winnie says, acting excited.

“Lucky for you this is the part where she tells us the worst part,” Chad says, looking up from his book for a second.

“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments designed to boost an IP,” Mindy says, “Which means main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond. I mean, even Luke Skywalker! All died so their franchises could live on. That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara.”

“Wait-- Wait, any of us?” Ethan stutters.

“Yeah.”

“Does… Am I in the friend group?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I, like, one of the targets?”

“Mhm,” Mindy nods.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?” Ethan asks. Everyone looks over at him, their faces contorting with confusion.

“I can make sure you don’t,” Winnie says, leaning her head closer to his with a toothy grin on her face.

“Winnie,” Mindy complains, her pitch a little higher with the disgust in her voice. Winnie giggles, pressing her lips to Ethan’s cheek. A pink, glossy lip print stains his skin and Ethan tries, and fails, to contain his blush. Mindy shakes her head, trying to ignore the affectionate display. “Moving swiftly along to our suspects.”

“Riveting,” Winnie mocks, leaning over Ethan into her bag. He watches carefully as she pulls out that familiar red candy. He wishes she was back on his lap so he could watch her enjoy the sweet treat.

“Ethan,” Mindy says. The boy looks up at the mention of his name, pulled away from his thoughts of Winnie sucking on the lollipop. “The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

“Why am I on the suspect list?” Ethan asks, “Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?”

“Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could have fixed it to get next to us,” Mindy says, earning an eye roll from Ethan. “Besides, you’re weaseling your way into Winnie’s life and I don’t trust that you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m not weaseling--”

“Weasel,” Mindy declares. She turns to Quinn, saying her name as she does. “The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic.”

“‘Sex positive,’ but… thank you,” Quinn says, more of a question than a genuine thank you.

“Mhm. Um, how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?” Mindy asks.

“I answered their ad online,” Quinn says.

“Okay, say no more. You’ve already implicated yourself enough,” Mindy exclaims.

“It was an anonymous ad, Mindy,” Tara says, “And you know we vetted her. Plus her dad is a cop.”

“And that makes it more likely that she’s the killer because having a cop dad is a great cover,” Mindy says, “Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?”

“I want to leave,” Winnie whispers into Ethan’s ear. He reaches for his bag but is stopped by Mindy pointing at him angrily.

“Sit down,” she says, giving them a stern look. Winnie groans, going around to sit back on Ethan’s lap with a huff.

“Is she always like this?” Quinn asks. Sam does a half-nod, half-shrug in response.

“And finally… Anika,” Mindy says. Anika smiles and blows Mindy a kiss, getting an air kiss in return. Mindy’s smile drops, “Never trust the love interest.” Anika’s smile fades at Mindy’s words.

“Okay! So, we have our rules and we have our suspects,” Sam says.

“But wait,” Ethan says, “What about you guys?”

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro,” Mindy says.

“Agreed,” Chad says.

“Um, not agreed,” Quinn says, “What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”

“Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more,” Ethan says, “I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are--”

Winnie shushes him, but Tara is quick to turn to him, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“You can’t say things like that,” Winnie says, tapping his lips with her lollipop as if she’s scolding him. His eyes are a little wide, but he nods regardless of his shock at the threat from Tara.

“Okay, she’s right though,” Anika says, "I mean, face facts -- if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.”

The group looks at one another, silently giving each other looks of suspicion. Winnie raises her hand after a minute, looking at Mindy.

“What?” Mindy says. Winnie drops her hand to her side, taking the candy out of her mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“Can I leave now?”

“Do you really believe Mindy?” Ethan asks. Winnie looks up at the boy, shrugging in response to his inquiry.

“I don’t know,” she says, “I think she’s kinda dramatic with her explanations… But there’s also a murderer out there trying to kill us, so I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry and listen to her.”

Ethan nods, “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Why? Do you?” Winnie asks, swinging their interlocked hands between them.

“Oh yeah,” Ethan says. The sarcasm is laced in his voice and he nods, his curls bouncing with the movement of his head. “I totally believe her. Especially when she accuses me of being Ghostface.”

Winnie giggles, hiding her face while she does. She shakes her head a little and looks back up at him, “I knew it was you, Landry.”

“Yeah, I’ve always loved playing games,” Ethan says. Winnie steps closer to him, letting go of his hand and trading it to wrap her arms around his.

“Well if you’re Ghostface, can you at least spare me?” she asks. He looks down at her and she’s giving him those damn puppy dog eyes. She’s used them a couple times with him -- once at a store when she wanted a chocolate bar, another when she wanted a piggyback ride, and a few times when she wanted him to carry her bag. 

“I’ll consider it,” he says, opening the door to the building for her.

“C’mon,” she says, now walking backward so she can look at him. “What can I do to be spared?”

He pretends to think, “Wanna play a game?”

She laughs, “What kinda game?”

“Trivia,” he says. She lets out an ‘ooh’ and agrees to play along with him as they enter the elevator. “What building do I live in?”

“Hortense Tower,” she says. The doors shut behind them and he smiles at her.

“Good, good,” he says. His hand hovers near the columns of buttons, “And what floor?” She smiles, reaching past him and clicking the button labeled ‘3.’ He nods, “And which room?”

“Hmm,” she hums, tapping her chin in pretend thought.

“Times ticking,” he says.

“316,” she responds, pretending not to know.

“I’m sorry, sweet thing, but that’s wrong,” he says, shrugging, “Guess I can’t spare  you.”

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” she says, pouting, “I wanna be in the sequel!”

“It’s too bad, really,” he says, “I liked you.”

The doors open and a few students move out of their way as they exit. Winnie sighs, shaking her head. “Let me try again. Bonus round!”

He pulls out his keys as they approach his door, “Fine, what school do I go to?”

“Oh you love me,” she says. He laughs at her excitement playing the fake game. She giggles, “Blackmore University. Easy!”

“Amazing job,” he says, pushing the door open. She squeals, running over to his bed and jumping onto it. She barely makes it on top, the bed being  quite high up in comparison to her. She kicks off her shoes as he closes his door and drops his things next to his desk.

“I’m a final girl,” she says with a sing-song voice. She adjusts the way she’s sitting, propping herself onto her knees and watching him make his way over.

“Yes you are,” he says, “Congratulations.”

He stands in front of her, both of them just looking at each other. It feels like an eternity of silence, an eternity of just admiring one another; in reality, it’s only a minute. Their smiles fade a little, not with upset, but instead because they’re focused on one another. Winnie scoots closer to the edge of the bed and both of their breaths become shallower, hearts speeding up.

“Ethan?” she whispers.

“Yes?” he asks. His eyes roam her face and he notices the way her eyes keep flicking to his lips.

“I wan--”

He doesn’t let her finish her request, she doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what she wants because he wants the same thing as her. He grabs her face, pulling her into a hasty kiss. She squeals in delight when their lips touch, her arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close to her.

“Eth,” she breathes out into his mouth. He moves his hands to her waist, pulling her closer. Her knees are now over the edge of the bed, on either side of him. His hands grip her exposed skin tightly, fingers digging into the squishy flesh greedily. Her fingers work their way through his curls, gripping the strands of hair for a moment.

The jingle of keys outside the door makes them pull away, much to their dismay. Ethan takes a step back and Winnie straightens out her clothing, fixing her top and smoothing out her skirt. Chad enters the room a moment later, slowing down when he notices the two.

“Dude,” he says, a tinge of exasperation in his voice. The two look at him, feigning innocence. It isn’t till Chad makes a motion around his lips that the feeling of the sticky gloss on Ethan’s face becomes noticeable to the boy. He touches it with a finger, pulling it away to see the glittery substance.

It’s quiet between the three of them, the door still wide open behind Chad. Other students pass by, not knowing the tension that’s thick in the room. They look at one another, eyes flicking between each other in the passing moments.

“I, for one, am not sorry,” Winnie says, breaking the silence, receiving a glare from Chad.

[thecatkingdom9]

The start of a new beginning/“When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?”

Warnings-cussing, possibly bad grammer, writing, or spelling and I think that’s it.

W/n I don’t know why I gravitate towards that name for the start of all my writings but idk. I’m happy to finally be writing for this and for this character to be shown in multiple chapters unlike my last of us and civil war series. Now for the readers that want to keep up with the series try and killer/killers because I changed some things from the movie.

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3rd person point of view

It merely was a normal day for Cat waking up, going to class, going to practice for sports, then studying in the library, but normally she doesnt stay until 7:45 as Cat goes to walk home she sees a fimilery brunet. Now Cat and Tara have a weird relationship, well Cat does because she has a massive crush on her. Cat and Tara both stir next to each other during every lecture and do projects together. But their relationship hasn’t stemmed from that.

Cats point of view

As I walk home from studying I look up to see Tara talking to Jason. I look at her features as I pass by contemplating saying hi to her but I don’t, so I just put my head back down and walk.

“Cat” I hear my name being called looking back up, it’s Tara. “Cat I know you hate parties but please just come to the OKB party with me”, I stare at her,” please cat it’s a costume party too don’t you love costume parties.”

“Frankly no I don’t love any party’s but I would go if I had a costume.” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“You have left clothes at my house so maybe you could put a costume together like I did.” She said as she glided her hands down her outfit.

“Fine, but won’t Sam kill me if she sees me?” I say grabbing the back of my neck.

“No because she’s at therapy” she says as she starts leading me to her apartment.

Time skip

We enter the door immediately hearing moaning.

“Damn I didn’t know you lived at a porn hub studio”. I chuckle before getting elbowed in the rib by Tara.

We both go into her room looking at the stuff I’ve left at her house. I picked out a green flannel and a brown carhartt jacket I left to make myself look like Joel from the last of us. I already had jeans and boots on but then me and Tara decided to look for duck tape like he had on his boot like he had during episode 6. I put the tape on my boot and as I turn around I jump back and fear seeing a random red head behind me.

“Oh hello there” I hold out my hand but she never shakes it.

She turns to Tara “. First whos this and where are you going”

Tara rolls her eyes” this is Cat the one that comes over all the time for homework and I’m going to the OKB party.”

“ Well hello Cat I’m Quinn and didn’t Sam not want you to go”

“Well Sam doesn't want me to do a lot of things but it’s just a party what’s the most that can happen.”

I look up thinking what can in fact happen” A lot of things if you think about I-“ I cough as I get hit in the rib again this time harder and knock the breath out of me.

“Ok well be safe and remember to use protection” she looks at me” unless of course it’s not needed” she says as she raises her eyebrows.

She just exhales loudly and gently pulls me to the door.

Tara locks the door, putting her back to it. “I’m so sorry about that, she’s something”

“She really is” I chuckled as I put my arm around her shoulder as walked to the party.

Time skip

We arrived at the party and stuck together as she introduced me to her friends. First up Mindy and Anika.

“Hey guys I would like you to meet my friend Cat. She is the one I told you helps me with homework.” She says smiling.

The girl on the left raises her hand “Hello I’m Anika it’s nice to finally meet you Tara talks alot about you.”

“Really” I say, shaking her hand and looking at Tara who gives Anika a death stare.

The girl on the right that I now know is called Mindy just gives me a weird look.

“I don’t think she likes me,” I whisper to Tara.

“Mindy be nice to Tara's friend” she says gently pushing the girl.

“Hello Cat” she says in a monotone voice.

“Hello Mindy” I say, nodding my head down.

“Mindy,” Anika says sternly, pushing her arm up so that I can shake it.

I shake her hand but she uses her left hand to pull me close.

“Oh hey Alice didn’t see you there” Alice is the nice one but she’s scary becouse she’s like the third Meeks Martin sibling and I’ve heard Mindy broke someone’s nose because of some small reason”

“Hey Cat” she’s says while smiling but before I could say something else to Alice, Mindy stands up.

“I swear if you even think about hurting my girlfriend or Tara I will kill you and make sure it’s painful.” I pull back in shock and just decide to turn back to Tara.

I look over at Ankia before breaking out laughing as she does the same.

“What’s so funny” Mindy said snarling.

“One I would not hurt Tara and two me and Anika know each other, us three share the same scenduale.” All Mindy does is stare at me.

“Cats the one that helped me get a A on that project that I thought I would fail” Anika says ands she sits Mindy back down.

“I still don’t like you”

“I think we should see your other friends.” I say to Tara.

We start walking before I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn around seeing Matthew. He’s my friend I’ve made since I’ve moved here. He’s been such a life saver, always helping you when you need him the most. One day I’ll repay him. He’s wearing a really good Batman suit but it’s probably because Liam made it but still it’s good.

He pulls off his mask. “Cat I didn’t expect you to ever be at a party, and who is this?” He says point at Tara.

“Well Matthew this is Tara and Tara this is Matthew he’s my friend that I’ve had since I’ve moved here, and this is Tara the one I study and do homework with, I’ve told you about her”

“Ahh I’ve never seen you, I've just heard great things about you” He says the last part slower.

“Anyways Cat I wanted to introduce you to my brother. I've told you about him but he finally decided to be at a party.” He says pulling me and Tara to where his brother is.

I turn the corner seeing a person in a lion costume ,from the wizard of oz, just standing there awkwardly. Just how Mattew described him

“Anthony meet my friend Cat and her friends Tara”

“Hey it’s nice to meet you. I've heard many stories about you. '' he says as he shakes my hand then Tara’s.

“I just wanted you to meet him but it’s good seeing you Cat and also remember that your project is due next Friday.” He says walking away back to the couch with Mindy and Anika.

“He’s nice, so is his brother but now let’s find my other friends” she says, pulling me to the kitchen.

Next friends are Chad, Ethan,Liam, and unnamed because she doesn’t know the name of the guy. Even though you know ethan and liam you don’t know chad.

We walk to the kitchen. The first thing I see is all the alcohol and a frat guy with box guy jumping around.

“Is that them?” I say pointing at them.

“Sadly yes” She said as I chuckled and walked towards them.

“Chad I want you to meet Cat she is my friend that I have all my classes with”

“Hey Cat it’s nice to meet you partner” He says in a southern voice firmly grasping my hand.

“Hey Cat” Ethan says doing the weird three finger wave. Even though Cat does it she still thinks it’s weird.

I hug Ethan and I see Liam behind him in a spiderman costume “I knew that the only party you would have went to had to be the one you would show off your suits”

He smiles “Yeah well I just fixed up the web shooters so I had to show them off.”

I heard someone talk behind me. I turn around to be shocked at who I see. It’s Johnathan, my best friend since like 2nd grade. I haven’t seen him since sophomore year, so about 2-3 years because I’m a freshman in college. We both hug each other and sit there staring. To most this might seem romantic but to us it’s just us reuniting. I grabbed his pork chops( facial hair) a little bit. He’s dressed up as a safari guy I think.

“You finally grew this out” he laughs as he looks to see Tara behind me.

“I didn’t expect so much people to be here, Johnathan this is Tara and Tara this is Johnathan”

They shake hands.

“ I can’t believe we ended up on the same collage”

“I can’t either it’s great to see my fake sister again” He says the inside joke to cat reminding her of the nickname.

Ethan,Liam, Chad, and Tara all give us a weird look.

“Well growing up he was basically a brother to me and because of how close we were, me and him pranked our 5th and 6th grade teacher into thinking we were siblings.”

“It was so funny at the end of the year when we told them.” We both laugh reminiscing about the past.

Time skip

At some point we all end up where Mindy and Anika were and everyone was there.

After a while I leave to use the restroom as Tara goes to get something to drink. I haven’t drank all night just because I knew that Tara was going to.

I come out and see Tara starting to head up with a guy and I could see that she was clearly more drunk than him.

“Hey woah man Tara’s good down here” I say at the end of the stairs.

He turns around and of course it’s the frat dick face Frankie “What did you say”

I feel Chad round the corner and I let him talk. “Hey partner like she said Tara’s good down here”

“No guys it’s fine really I want to” Tara tries to explain.

“Yeah she wants to” he says with a smug face. It takes all my power in my body to not punch him but I really don’t want assault charges right now.

“Come on” he says as he drags her, making her fall. Chad beats me to it and throws him twards he as I slams him into the wall. The second he takes two steps he gets slammed back into the wall by Chad. Frankie’s little “boyfriend” Max has to always save him so he tries to right hook me but he gets blocked by Johnathan who then inreturn punches him knocking him down. Before I can react to what happened with Max I feel myself get pushed, not lightly,harshly, I fall to the floor. So does Chad but he was able to stay up. Both him and Johnathan help me up as we watch what Sam is about to do.

“Hey I’m just going to tase you in the balls” She says then making him fall in agony.

“Sam What the fuck you’re stalking me now”she says while leaving the house.

I fist bump both the guys before running after her saying” I’ll go after her” As they all go to follow, Mattew kicks Frankie in the stomach and walks away like nothing happened.

I take off my jacket as I catch up to stopping her and I put it on her.

“It’s way too cold for you to not have a jaket, plus do you wanna wake up with a hangover and a cold no” I say as I put it on her but not before I hear Sam.

I see everyone behind her plus asher? I Barely know him but I know he goes to therapy from the one time I went but it’s weird to see he's friends with Sam but I mean they both do go to therapy so.

“Tara will you stop,” Sam yells. Even though she was stopped she was trying to get out of my hold.

“I can’t believe you did that, you embarrassed me” She yelled back she was going to keep walking before I kept my hand on her back.

“He was going to take advantage of you”

“So, If I wanna hook up with a asshole then that’s my decision”

“woah that’s kinda uhhh” I mumbled.

“It’s my life, you’re out of my life for 5 years and then you can’t leave me alone for 5 minutes.”

“Because your not dealing with what happens to us”

Asher was about to say something before I just said “don’t get into it” letting go of his shoulder.

“Have you gone to see the counselor once”

“No I’m not going to,” Tara said, waving her arms.

“Why”

“Because I’m uninterested in living in the past like you are” Tara said looking over to me watching me widen my eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean” Sam says but you can hear that she was hurt by that.

“Woah woah woah guys sorry for butting in but I mean let’s just be honest everyone wants to go home so let me try and understand this.” I point at Sam and Tara wall talking” Tara that seemed like a low blow but you think Sam is over protective and Sam doesn't see it that way.” They both nod their head. “Now I see both was I don’t want to bring myself into this but as an example I’ll use myself, I see both ways because when I was younger I use to have a Uncle that never let me go anywhere and he had that authority over me because he was like my father, I hated that I was never able to go anywhere and that I felt like I was in a prison, but as I got older I realize that he’s older than me and couldn't ever think of me being hurt so he decided that was the best way to protect me, and also because he was a cop so he knew the dangers over everything in the world,” I pause to take a deep breath” like ghost face, he encounters ghostface himself when he was younger and feared that I would to.” After I finished my sentence I noticed Tara had a sympathetic look but Sam was deep in thought.

“Dewey was your uncle wasn’t he” Sam says more in a calm tone.

“Yeah, as I got older I knew he did it to protect me not to do any harm, He was a great uncle even if he wasn’t biologically my uncle, Tara Sam just wants the best for you because she can’t bare to think of something happened to you, though it might be harsh she’s not doing it with ill intentions” I finish off by gently putting my left arm over her shoulder.

“I just want to protect you Tara”

“ I know it’s just I can’t protect myself now Sam” she paused. “I’m not going to let something that happened to us for three days define the rest of my life.” That was the worst thing she could have said because I felt the storm brewing once again.

“So you're just going to pretend it never happened” as Sam says that I lean off of Tara going back to watching the fight.

“What are you doing here, Sam in New York, your working two shitty jobs to help pay rent, whatever,but what is your plan, I know what I’m gonna do, okay because I’m going to keep going to collage, I’m going to get my degree and I’m gonna live my life,My life.”

“Ok I know”

“You just followed me here and you won’t let me out of your sight.”

“I’m just trying to look out for you” Sam said as I was able to notice the tears forming.

“I-“ I cut Tara off from talking with a hand on her shoulder and widening my eyes.

She runs her hand down her face” I know you are, you can’t do it for the rest of my life though.”

“You have to let me go”

Tara said as I winced at the saying hitting me too close to home.

“Hey” is all I hear before I see Sam covered in drink as I feel it then on my right arm but it’s only a little.

“What the fuck” is all I’m able to say before I see Sam being held back.

Out of everything with my mind being hazy and having to hold back Sam I hear “I didn’t do anything” Sam yelled, but what did she do?

After the random drunk girls and Sam break up I feel a poke at my side. “Hey Cat can you give me and possibly the others a ride home”

“Yeah that’s the reason I didn’t drink” I look at the others, “who needs a ride they all agree except for Sam. They all start to walk to my car.

I give her my keys to start the car.” I'll be there in a sec” I say putting them into her hand and running back. I take off my fanel. “There’s only a little bit of wetness on the right side but it’s better then what you have,” I hand it to her and stare at her for a sec” I’ll try and talk to Tara but she probably won’t talk to you for like 2 days but you know Tara she’s kinda hard headed sometimes”

“Thank you” was all I needed to hear from her before I ran back to the car.

Time skip

Once I put Tara in her room I started looking for headache medicine. Of course I don’t find it so I have to be awkward with them and ask.

“H-“ As I turned there was a sudden body infront of me.

“Woah didn’t mean to scare you there Cat” Johnathan laughed. I catch my breath. “So your really talking to your freshman crush”

“Lower your voice” I say in a stern voice.

“Sorry but I mean your crush you’ve had for so long is talking to you and you're just going to keep pushing the feelings away” He says looking down at me wishing I would keep eye contact.

“Yes but I mean you see how she is I can deal with my feelings it’s fine”

“No I don’t know where the pain medicine but I know you need to tell her”

“Oh fuck off like you talk from experience”

“That’s a low blow, I still miss Ashley” He says the end in a sad tone, we laugh for a moment before he leaves to sit next to Chad.

“Hey” Anika walkes by Johnathan as he sits down to come to the kitchen.

“Hey Anika”

“So you and Tara huh?” She says as she crosses her arms leaning against the door frame, all I do is roll my eyes.

“My gaydar is going off” I don’t pay attention to what Anika says and just keeps looking.

She grabs my shoulder to that I look at her“Cat me and you both know my gaydar does not lie, but for real Tara and you be a good couple plus I think she likes you”

“She doesn’t but I’ll think about it on Anika”

“Thank you”

“H- Oh fuck” I get scared by a sudden Mindy in my face. Anika walks off back to the couch.

“What are you doing in here”

“Do you know where the headache medics is so I can give it to everyone and Tara”

“Everyone and Tara,” she says, raising her eyebrow. I just stare at her.

“Fine” she reaches to the cannot and grabs it,” I’ll give it to everyone on the couch you give it to Tara.

I get to Tara’s room where Chad is leaning against the door.

“Hey, I got pain medicine and water”.I say as I lean on her desk.

“Thank you and also thank both of you for not letting me go up those stairs.” Tara says smiling.

“Tara, that's what friends are for. It just sucks that I wanted to get some punches in” Chad said and then punched the air. “ I’ll leave you two be” he says while closing the door.

I sat next to Tara on her bed, “I would not have let you go up those stairs even if you wanted to.”

“I’m happy you didn’t because I never realized how messed up I was” she says as I gently hit her shoulder with mine.

“Out of every frat boy you picked date rape Frankie really” Once she heard me say that she scrunches her face.

“Like I said I didn’t realize how messed up I was”. She says as she stares at my eye.

“Tara…. I think you’re really special, you’re like the star that lights up the bright sky.” I watch as she smiles at my complement. I watch as she then looks back into my eyes and then does the triangle stare. She leans a little closer.

“I’m not messed up anymore, just so you know” she says leaning closer where we’re just about to touch lips.

I hear the door open as we both pull away.

Quinn walks in “I forgot my phone”The moment of realization hit her “Did I just cockblock you”

“What did you just say” Tara said as I said “Cock what now”

“Cock blocked you, i cock blocked you didn’t I?”

“Immediately no,” Tara said, trying to make sure Sam never learns of this from her.

“I don’t even have a cock so n-“ I get cut off by Tara punching my rib “Cat your not making this any better”

“I cock blocked you”

“Please stop saying the word cock, what do you need” Tara says grabbing the bridge of her nose:

“My phone. It’s right here”

“Don’t ever enter a room like that again”

“I won’t”

“I should probably head out, it's already late and we have class tomorrow to get sleep and get sober and also I don’t want Sam to kill me because if my calculations are correct she should be getting home soon” I say as I make sure I have my keys and phone.

I leave the room and I hear Quinn start her apology.

“Hey I gotta go bye everyone and it was good seeing you again Johnathan.” I say opening the door and shutting it.

“Oh hey Sa-“ I say as she pushes me against the wall she may be shorter than me and less stronger than me she’s still scary.

“Why should I trust you, why should I trust you with Tara.”

“Jeez man what did I do to you calm down, you're really living up to the rumors.” Granted that was a low blow but she let me go.

“Sorry I’m just stressed with a lot of things I just don’t want another ghostface” Sam says now disappointed in herself.

“It’s all ok really I get it”

“Here is your flannel” She says handing me the flannel.

“Thank you, you know same you seem like a good wo-“ my phone rings, I take it out and see it’s detective James.

“Hello”

“Hey Cat, I need you to come down to the station” I hear James say.

“Wait why”

“Well the video of the little fight you had has been seen and you were one of the last to see him before Frankie and Max were killed” I hear detective Davis say with a chair creek.

“Shit I’m going right now” I say as I hang up.

“What happened?” Sam says gently, grabbing my arm.

“I have to go to the station, just make sure everyone goes home safe.” I say running to the station.

Time skip

I get to the station

As I enter the department I see detective Leo and he hugs me.

“Hey kid, how have you been and why are you here?” He says while squeezing my shoulder.

“Well I’m good but I’m here because I’m a suspect for a murder.” I say in a monotone voice.

He furrows his brows in confusion “Why do you say that like it’s nothing”

“Because I didn’t do it sooo”

“Ahh well I expected that but”

“Hey Cat” I hear detective Davis say as he puts his arm around me.

“Hey James and hi Davis” I wave at them as Davis comes up to me.

“Right this way C” Davis says while leading me to the investigation room.

As I walk through the hall I see Oliver and Jack giving a stare. I know Jack hates me but I don’t understand why, and Oliver is just overly obsessed with ghostface. It's kinda scary.

Davis is blue James is red and Cat is white

“So what is your alibi”

“I was at a party and then I went home with all my friends till now.”

“Can any of these friends be questioned and say the same thing”

“Yes you could ask Johnathan, Tara, Mindy, Ankia ,Ethan, Liam, Mattew, or Chad.”

“Wow”

“Yeah I came prepared this time”

“So did you stray away at anytime”

“Only before I fought Frankie”

“Wait so why did you do that”

“Was going to have sex with Tara but she was drunk and didn’t really consent with a straight mind”

“Yeah that’s a reason to fight someone but what about Max why did he fight you”

“Idk he just decided to try and step in in protect his friend”

“Guess we have no proof of you but we’ll call Chad and Johnathan anyways because of their involvement but I guess this is a close on our lead”

“It was great seeing you”

“Great seeing you” they both said as I walked out.

“Wo sorry about that Marly” I said while picking up the papers he dropped.

“Thank you for helping most would just step over”

“It’s ok man I’m not most people”

He smiled before his phone rang. He Answered it and talked only saying yes’s and no’s. He ended the call with a sigh.

“Sorry about that, both my sons asked for a ride home.”

“Here I’ll take the files to Leo go get your sons”

“Thank you so much,” He said as he ran off.

I drop the papers off at Leo’s desk but not before he starts following me.

“Cat, let me make sure you get home safely please.” He says with pleading eyes.

He drives behind me as I get home. When I close my front door it’s when he finally leaves. I walk up the stairs and into my house. Once I get into my house locking my door I get a moment of realization. The words he said replayed in my head.

The only times he says that and follows me home was when ghostface was involved. Meaning this isn’t just a normal murder it’s someone trying to frame me before the intro scene has even started.

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W/n I rushed the end a little so if it’s bad I’m sorry but now to the title I had a long in mine but I decided on one from 505 hears the other options.

It seems like all our friends Abruptly fell in love-perfume by lovejoy

I was gonna say this is how Tara feels and how she’s scared to love someone and trust people after ghostface but I never did a Tara pov so.

And she was in the dust Darling, life was streaming past- perfume by lovejoy

I want a chapter to be named this but I am still figuring out what I should make Cat think in moments .

Not shy of a spark The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark- 505

A funny thing get it knife twist ghost face ha ha so funny(it’s not)

She knows what I think about And what I think about- sweater wheather

I could not capture there emotions good.