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[sleepy-wyvern]

The Love Interest | Ethan Landry x Female!Reader Chapter 2

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Scream VI Re-imagined as Ethan Landry's love interest!

Chapter 2 out now!

Read the entire thing over on AO3 (still in the works) but I decided to include chapter 2 here. I probably won't include the rest on tumblr, unsure yet. Please note there ARE Scream 6 spoilers as this is scream VI reimagined! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

All characters in this fic are 18+, and this fic contains EXPLICIT content, MINORS DNI

It really only occurred to you now how silly you must look; a cardboard knight walking in stride with a 1994 movie character in bell bottoms, connected by a thin white wire.

Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE played over your earbuds while you walked over the New York sidewalk. It was an eerily familiar song for the city, you found yourself able to relax a little as you walked in silence despite the car horns, sirens and city chatter. And of course, your buzzing nerves. Can't forget those, even if you wanted to as the alcohol no longer was fluttering in your brain.

“You know, this song…” you speak up to say something about the song but shrug it off.

You felt him watching you as you pulled your phone out of your pocket looking for a different song “…nevermind, forget about it” you chicken out.

“Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility” he smiles softly and you look at him with a growing smile.

“Did you just quote my character back at me,” you say, sounding shocked and he grins down at you.

“Maybe,” he shrugs cooly.

You laugh into the crisp night air “okay you did say you were a fan too, right?” You ask and he nods, the yellow streetlight illuminating his face as you walk by.

“Tell me about what you were going to say, I’d like to hear” he prods a little “if you’re comfortable with it.”

You purse your lips as you bring back memories of mere months ago “this song is the one I relate the most to moving here. When I got lost trying to find my way back to my dorm from some sushi place. I had to call Anika to come save me, she was more upset I didn't invite her to get sushi.”

A slight laugh escaped his mouth as he looked down at you “was this the first or second time you got lost?”

“Second,” you murmur grinning at your feet watching your bell bottoms glide along as you avoid mysterious puddles, “The first was with my parents when I was little.”

He raises a fluffy eyebrow wanting to hear more.

“It’s not that interesting…” you trail off embarrassed “I eventually found a spider-man that helped me find my parents”

As your eyes trail over him you take notice of his dark, long sleeved shirt underneath his costume framing his torso. Really, underneath his nerdy demeanor he had an attractive frame.

He licks his tongue along his teeth as he smiles, the points of his canines pointing sharply. You wonder what it would be like to push him against the brick storefront wall, pressing your tongue into his mouth then and there. Tasting him, breathing him in. Your body pressed into his cardboard armour, his hands at your waist, fingers tangled in your shirt and-

“So did he charge you?” Ethan speaks oblivious to your thoughts.

“Huh?” You ask, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“The spider-man,” He laughs, “like how they try to charge you $20 for a photo with a costume they bought at Spirit Halloween.”

“Probably Walmart” you smile back at him “No, thankfully he didn’t charge the 6 year old. Unemployment is pretty rough on that age group.”

“It’s a real shame. Must’ve traumatised you from some great movies.” Ethan put his hands in his pockets as you stopped, just now realising that you made it to the theatre.

“Actually, Spider-Man’s probably my favourite superhero. I loved New York as a kid, they had tons of them here. I knew they weren’t real but,” you realised you were rambling as you stood outside the entrance to the cinema.

Ethan looks down at you intently though, prodding you along, eyes beaming through the invisible mask, the real him filled with wonder and amusement.

Don’t leave me tongue tied, the song hums.

“But it was fun to watch the movies, it made me feel like I had my own hero that looked out for me. Even just to find my parents,” he nodded with a genuine smile.

Don’t wave no goodbye,

“I get it. I like that story. For me, I just used to watch it with my brother all of the time.” Suddenly as he reaches the end of his sentence his face recedes back behind the mask, as if hiding away from you behind some dark shadow.

Don’t, the song trails off.

You decide not to prod but change the subject “anyways, do you know if any dogs are killed in this one?”

The corner of his mouth twists upward as you walk up to the lady selling tickets. He shakes his head, curls bobbing “No, I don’t know unfortunately. I’ve been avoiding spoilers like the plague.”

“Uninstalled Twitter for that very reason” you agree.

“Uh, two adults,” Ethan gulps nervously, eyes darting away from the worker who seems bored. You wonder if this is the first time he’s been on a date, but dare not ask.

She hands him the tickets and you take one from him, his fingers brushing against yours making your eyes flutter to meet his in a shy smile “I’ll buy the popcorn,” you insist realising you hadn’t had a chance to offer to pay, too distracted by your goofy knight.

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to” his eyes glance at the floor for only a moment this time before meeting yours, bright and happy.

You purse your lips feeling shy, was this a date? Did it count as one, or, maybe just a movie between friends? Why did these things have to be so complicated…?

You stare at the counter with large computerized screens, advertising all of the combo choices. Popcorn, candy, and soda, yet it felt like your stomach was filled to the brim with cement. You glance over at him in the corner of your eye, his soft lips running as he reads the menu.

“Popcorn to share?” you ask, “I’m not very hungry, but I’d like a coke.” Perhaps the fizzy liquid will dissolve whatever is sitting in your stomach.

“Me too. With butter?” he asked hopeful.

“Real butter,” you laugh and he nods.

Ordering your popcorn you didn’t realise the combo with the candy would be cheaper. When the vendor asks you if you want any you look to Ethan, “what’s your favourite?”

He bites his lower lip, looking over the choice before answering, “sour patch kids,” your mouth waters instinctively thinking over the choice before grabbing them. After paying for the food you make your way down the dark purple carpet to the middle seats in the theatre, walking past the bright light up sign showing the Halloween poster. It dawns on you again how ridiculous you must look together in costume, but other passersby were dressed up, albeit a bit more “normal” looking. But for once, you didn't care how you looked to others. Sitting back into the plush red seats you let out a relaxed sigh, crossing your legs. This was more of your scene than a party.

“You know,” you say, grabbing some popcorn, instinctively messing with your wig, “this is kinda silly but it reminds me of a scene from pulp fiction.” The food falls into your stomach, fluttering there.

“Don’t you hate that?” he speaks while you offer him popcorn, taking a handful making you grin from ear to ear.

“Uncomfortable silences” you continue the Pulp Fiction quote, wiping your lip with your index finger. “You know you’ve found somebody really special when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute.”

You straighten out the white business shirt in your lap before taking a sip of soda, watching him carefully as he holds the popcorn bag in his lap, using his helmet as a tray.

“Unfortunately we’re not quite there yet,” Ethan starts reciting the scene from memory leaning back into his chair, “but we just met each other. I just hope you don’t follow her lead and go to the bathroom to snort coke.”

You laugh while drinking, holding your hand up to your face to avoid any spill, “oh my god,” you manage while Ethan laughs, “you almost made me snort coke but not Mia’s kind.”

“Here,” he puts his hands into his pockets pulling out some tissues while you share a laugh, “I have like, three tissues.”

You smile grabbing them, “thank you my dear gallant knight. The kingdom thanks you for your loyal service” you dab the sweet liquid from your lips.

As the trailers start to roll on the screen before you, you pull your phone out to silence the notifications, lest they interrupt your movie experience.

You lean your head towards him with a whisper “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be” he smiled, eyes looking into yours before flickering back to the screen.

Through the movie you do your best to refrain from chattering, engrossed in the entertainment and forgetting everything bad happening in the world around you for even just a moment. You tug on Ethan’s sleeve, whispering little quips that make him shake his head as you watch.

For a moment, your warm hand brushes over his cool one as you go for popcorn, and you both pull back as if in a cheesy movie, the darkness of the room hiding your red cheeks. When the popcorn is finished you switch to the sour patch kids, holding them between you both. The candy is sweet, sour and sticky in your mouth washing away any bitter nervousness. By the end of the movie you were stretching your arms but you wished you could stay there forever, watching movies in your own little world. But alas, the lights dimmed on revealing the real world back to you.

“It was okay,” you shrug to him, looking at him expectantly.

“I just wish it had more gore,” he sighed “I think I just miss the old comedic gore everywhere movies.”

You nod to him in agreement “I just am a sucker for the nostalgia of the first one.”

You take your phone out and your heart sinks in your chest, blissful ignorance shattered; 10 texts and 5 missed calls from Anika.

Ethan senses your unease but doesn’t look at your phone, only your facial expressions “is… everything okay?”

You run a hand through your hair, a little off put when you remembered you were still wearing a wig. You clutch your phone to your chest, getting up “Anika called me, like 5 times, and she never does that. Let me call her back.”

You dial her number, it rang once before she picked up “where have you been?” she asks “oh right, movie. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but…remember those weirdos from your film study class? Greg I think it was, and Jason?”

Your feet carried you out in the lobby, you felt Ethan trailing behind, dumping the garbage in the bin. He tried to not linger, just keep a respectful distance. You looked back to him, watching him, “yeah I remember them.”

“Well, they were murdered. And they found the same mask that the attackers used against Sam and Tara” your stomach churns as Ethan looks back at you, face distraught with concern as his eyes lock onto yours.

Your mind is filled with images of Tara when you first met. You hadn’t known Sam much, but Tara was always sweet and kind. She loved discussing movies and was overall kind to you, something that was rare to find in people. She hid behind her scars but did her best to move on, build something new.

“Fuck, are they okay?” you sigh feeling your heartbeat rise.

“I’m staying here with Mindy for now, Sam and Tara went to the police station,” Anika replied.

“Okay well, I’ll head back to the dorm room now. Call me, alright? Keep me updated” you say into the phone, stepping closer to Ethan.

You give each other your goodbyes before hitting the red off button on the phone. Ethan stands with his arms crossed, waiting to see if you were comfortable filling him in on the conversation.

“Two guys from my films’ studies class were found dead,” you mumble, moving out of the way so other theatre goers don’t hear your conversation.

He moves his hand out to brush your shoulder, a sensation of comfort. You look back up to him with an easy, but tired, smile.

“You okay?” he asked gently, as if to not scare you away.

“Yeah, I never knew them, they were quiet,” you nod. “I’d better head back to the dorms now.”

You tap your hand against your hips nervously, “you live kinda close, yeah? Would you mind walking me back…? If that’s alright. I mean, I’m just a little nervous going back alone. If you’re uncomfortable I can call an uber-”

“No, it’s okay, my pleasure,” he pauses for a moment putting his helmet on, “besides who would want to challenge me?”

You can't help but let out a laugh as you put a hand to his shoulder, pushing him back slightly “come on my escort.”

Entering the cold night air, you could tell the moon was somewhere in the sky, it's beauty and light hidden by clouds and city smog. You wonder if the sky will ever clear, allowing you to embrace its full beauty.

You offer Ethan an earbud absentmindedly and he accepts wordlessly as you walk, more naturally together down the sidewalk this time, him guiding you along.

The night seems somehow calmer, despite a suspected murderer on the loose. Perhaps it was just a fluke and had nothing to do with Tara and Sam at all, and you had all of this fear for nothing. The music helped keep you calm as you walked until the sirens in the distance, in the way of your dorm building, caught your attention. The sirens got louder and louder as you near the corner of the block.

Ethan looked uneasy, “maybe we should take a different route…” he trails off.

A cop car was stopped at a little bodega along the street, glass was smashed and shards were everywhere. A thin yellow tape guards the place off from any passerby.

Your gut flip flops as you stare at the building, realising what might have happened. It’s not connected, it can't be… right?

You pick up your phone dialing Anika. After three rings she answers and you put her on speaker “where’s Sam and Tara?” You ask.

“I assume they're still at the police station,” She answers “why?”

“There’s this bodega…” you look at Ethan who runs his hands through his hair. He nods to you solemnly “it looks like it was attacked. It’s on the way to the police station from their place, I think…” you trail off.

“Hold on. Tara just texted me.” You can hear tapping against the screen as she checks her messages.

“She said they’re okay, they were attacked,” the blood drains from your face as you look up at Ethan. Suddenly, you wish he would touch you, he seemed too far away. But before the thought could continue Anika spoke again.

“She said he escaped, they’re waiting to be interviewed by Quinn’s dad, Detective Bailey” Anika says and you nod before feeling silly realising she can’t see you “is Ethan still with you right now…?” She trails off.

“I am” Ethan speaks up sounding surprisingly steady.

“Okay, take me off speaker,” Anika says and Ethan blushes looking away shyly as you do.

“Anika?” You whisper into the phone.

“Can you… stay with him tonight? Mindy is fuming at me, she doesn’t think it’s smart for me to leave the apartment tonight. If we stay in pairs of two it's safer.” You look at Ethan who is turned away to give you privacy and you sigh.

“How exactly do I , uh…” you trail off pressing your lips together.

You hear some shuffling on her end “he’s a guy ain’t he? He’ll stay with you any chance he gets.”

“Anika” you scowl at her through the phone.

“Okay, sorry you’re right. He’s a nice guy, Chad knows him well. Mindy is suspicious of everyone but, I don’t think he could hurt a fly. As far as Quinn’s level hookup dates go, you’re safer with this guy. Chads staying at Sam and Taras for the night anyways, it’s better to stick together. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I’ll come back.” It sounded like a genuine offer.

“No, just, stay where you are.” You speak and Ethan looks over your shoulder at your pained voice while you pinch the bridge of your nose, overwhelmed.

“Call me if you need me to come,” Anika replies and you wish you had another drink, even the gross stuff from the party.

“Okay, thanks” you reply, shutting your eyes tight as you end the call.

Looking at Ethan, as he notices the fear in your eyes, his grow a comforting, concerned shine to them “is… is everything alright?”

You look down at your feet “the killer escaped. Chad is staying at Tara and Sams, they don’t know how long they’ll be but he’s staying the night there with Quinn so she’s not alone…” you trail off.

He’s not taking the hint yet, so you need to be more direct.

“Ethan, you should stay at my place tonight,” your face reflects his bright red as you realise your boldness. You add more detail, “Anika doesn’t let anyone sleep in her bed. But I have some extra pillows and blankets, you can stay on the floor… if you’re comfortable with that.” You look down at your thumbs, twiddling them nervously.

God, I’m so pathetic when it comes to boys, you think to yourself. You wonder how Anika does it with girls, it seemed so easy for her with the amount of times she’s batted her eyelashes asking you to bunk at Tara’s for the night because she had a girl over.

He nodded, stiff as a statue, afraid to make the wrong movement to blow his chance with you, “Sure, okay, if you’ll have me.” He paused as if debating adding something but decided against it.

You feel that awkward tension as you did earlier in the night, before the movie and popcorn. But this time mixed with the awkwardness was something else, more unfamiliar. It was akin to anticipation, almost excitement, pulling at the air between you both.

“I have a song to play, if you’re okay with that,” he offers up in the silence.

You nod thankful for the distraction as you haul out your phone and hand it to him. He types in something before handing it back as music fills your ears.

Empty bottles on the floor, Parties over, thank the Lord

“88rising,” you murmur with a smile, “La Cienega. Very subway vibes.”

“Yeah, the name of the song is actually a subway station in LA,”

“You’ve been to LA?” you ask, turning to him.

He laughs a little embarrassed, shaking his head, making his curls bounce the way his lips move, sending fluttering wings inside your stomach.

“No, I guess I just know more than a normal person should about some things.” He shrugged his cardboard covered shoulders, “you showed me your lost in the city song, I’ll show you mine.”

“Lost in the subway?” you ask him, eyes lingering over a passing bus, lights blue white against the black night. It’s filled with other college students, coming and going from who knows where. A girl slumped against a window in a black hoodie, you wondered if she was going home from a shitty job to make ends meet, or a fight with her partner. You noticed things other people didn’t care about and assigned fake stories and lives to passersby. You wondered if he did that, too.

He nods, “yup, when I just moved here for college. I insisted to Chad that I knew my way back. To be fair, I thought I did. Clearly I was not ready for the NYC subway without a spider-man to save me.”

“Well, I still won’t go on it without Anika,” you smile slightly, tugging at your white shirt rounding your dorm building.

Lately I’ve been on my own, the music reminds you of its presence.

“You’ve never been here before have you?” As you ask you realise it’s a stupid question, of course he hasn’t been to yours and Anikas place.

I knew you having fun with me,

“Nope, I haven’t,” he answered, ignoring your thoughts that he wasn’t aware of. He seemed calmer now, more relaxed as you walked together.

When I’m nearby you’ll know, like oh no,

You take comfort in his calmness, causing your own tension to ease “I hope you don’t mind a bit of a mess. Totally all Anika, none of it me” you say.

And when will I see you,

“Well, let's just say I’m glad it's not my room,” he licks his lips after speaking.

Can you hear me loud and clear?

“I’m sure you have more movie posters than me though,” you smile.

You swipe your key-card to open the door before looking back at Ethan. He seemed more nervous now as you got closer and closer. He ran his thumb along his cardboard helmet, tapping against it nervously.

Pawn on every chessboard,

The walk down the hall to your room seems to stretch out over eternity, you reach your mind to grasp at something, anything to say to break the tension.

Used 'til they get bored

“Mi casa, su casa,” you say flicking the light switch on, dimly lighting the room.

Ethan steps inside your room, and the moment he does a cold chill washes over your entire body and you’re unsure where exactly it came from. Closing the door behind him you lock the deadbolt but the wind lingered, stuck inside. Trapped.

Smile when they yell, checkmate.

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[thebeesforeleg]

Scream 6 Spoilers Watch Out

Scream 6: People online think that the killer Richie is hot and goofy and can see he’s a white boy. They start calling Richie innocent and this leads them to blaming Sam, the victim, because she’s a woman with a difficult family history and schizophrenia. This is bad because it directly puts Sam in danger, as people start physically attacking her in public, as well as dramatically effecting her mental health negatively.

So many scream fans: I think the new killer is hot, and goofy and I can see he’s a white boy. Clearly he’s innocent

[skipitty-bop]

episode 3 goes crazy

[mephoj]

yknow what tumblr can have this too

[pumpkster]

[thedeadtravelfast]

[guiiay]

alicent hightower post 2x6. someone check up on the dowager queen please

[nyxofdemons]

THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

[suntails]

progression

[homielander]

like yeah of course tom thinks shiv is a scorpion because he doesn't know she compromised her position and sacrificed her brother so he wouldn't go to prison. he doesn't know she refused to divulge any information about cruises to gil in season 1 before she was certain tom would walk away unscathed. he doesn't know she shut down her brothers' offer to fire him, doesn't know she ensured he'd have a place in the company post-acquisition, doesn't know that the first time she indelicately interrogated matsson about whether she'd have any power and influence at waystar gojo was literally immediately after matsson brought up the idea of firing tom. and it's her fault he doesn't know that she's protected him at nearly every turn because she won't tell him. and it's looking more likely with every passing episode that he'll never know 😔🔫

[zircuss]

I think we've interrupted him, don't mind us, please continue-

[lesbokyoko]

And at the end of the world, let's just dance

[grimstrawberry]

If I don't make light of everything, I'm gonna explode.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[spellboundcrown]

are you truly accountable for your actions if you're merely a pawn?

[evasive-anon]

Mood board of Jason but it’s just one picture and it’s too real.