#the chad stride

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[casiia]

virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)

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pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive

word count .: 3k

warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping 

author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2. 

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“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”

the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.

“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”

“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you. 

“no, not drugs. condoms.”

adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly,  a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”

“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.

“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.

“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”

“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face. 

“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”

“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain. 

“oh right.”

“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.

“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”

“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle. 

“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times. 

“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test. 

“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves. 

“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he  feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants. 

2 messages from angel girl

ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.

“hey, are you listening to me?” 

“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.

“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”

“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.

“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”

the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements. 

slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.

the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.” 

“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight. 

“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”

the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house. 

grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.

“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view. 

“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life. 

“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell. 

“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably. 

“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house. 

pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.

“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.

“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.

“she was here a second ago.i  think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”

“noth-”

“ethan?” 

spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.

you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt  that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.

“an angel.”

“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout. 

“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt. 

“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”

grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table. 

“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.” 

letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup. 

“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”

ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”

“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?” 

“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.

“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom. 

ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”

“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear. 

closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.” 

dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach. 

“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”

“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”

“can i kiss you?” 

nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”

whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.

“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.

“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”

opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap. 

“you’re such a tease” 

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MORE THAN ENOUGH — ETHAN LANDRY

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pairing: ethan landry x f!reader

description: you’ve been hanging around the group more often lately, and they haven’t clocked the way you always end up leaving with ethan. when you overhear them doubting you’d ever date him, you decide to make a show of just how much your boyfriend means to you.

warnings: swearing, mindy is kinda being an asshole but i love her it just fits the plot, also they make popcorn like … impossibly fast at the end but i was not wasting time on popcorn making when i had FLUFF to write huh. no gf mentions !!!

author’s note: this has been almost finished for so long and i finally finished it today lmao. hope you enjoy!

“Hey E, when did Y/N say she was getting here?”

“What’re you asking him for?”

“Because obviously it’s him who’s going to know?”

You rolled your eyes at the argument between Mindy and Chad as you quietly paced down the hallway towards the lounge.

“Why is that obvious?” Mindy countered, and you could practically picture Ethan’s pout as he butted in now, “Why are you so sure she wouldn’t tell me?”

Mindy scoffed, “What, you know everything just because you have a massive crush on her? You probably just, like, stalk her or something.”

“I don’t stalk her—,”

“Okay, you just follow her round like a lost little puppy she has to deal with all the damn time,” Mindy snorted, “I’m just saying she’d have text the group chat, not just you.”

“Hey, that’s harsh,” Tara interjected, “Whether she’s out of his league or not, that’s not what the deal is here. They’re just as close as she is with you, if not closer. It makes sense she’d text him.”

You shook your head even though they still couldn’t see you, lingering just past the doorway and listening in as they talked.

“Why is this whole thing being blown out of proportion? He only asked when she’d get here, not for you to all talk about me like I’m a total loser she’d never be seen with,” you could hear that he was taking their words to heart as he tried to stick up for himself for once.

“Nobody said total loser,” Mindy shrugged, “But we’re just speculating. Chad talks about you two like a couple, and I’m simply reminding him that you’re obviously not.”

Anika put her hand on her girlfriend’s arm for a second, “Mindy, c’mon. You’re just being mean now.”

“I know she’s out of my league and I never said any different Mindy,” Ethan groaned, “Could we shut up about this already? She’ll be here any minute and I don’t need her hearing you talking about how pathetic I am.”

Mindy huffed, raising her arms in feigned surrender, “You said it, not me. Look, sorry, I’m not trying to be harsh I swear. Just no point in you getting your hopes up, is there?”

You took that as your cue, striding into the room and heading straight towards your boyfriend.

“Hey guys,” you hummed, throwing down your bag and plopping yourself down onto Ethan’s lap and curling your arms around his neck.

He looked perplexed, unsure why you waltzed in and made such a show of PDA all of a sudden, but his tense body relaxed under your touch regardless.

His hands curled around your waist as he shuffled back in his seat to make you both more comfortable, his voice shy as he responded, “Hey.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Mindy rose to her feet, “What?”

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time, turning your head to shoot her a sickly sweet smile, “What?”

You could see Chad stifling a laugh, because he’d seen you sneak out of their dorm one too many times not to have figured out you were actually dating by now.

“Why are you—,”

“Sitting on my boyfriend’s lap? There’s no other seats, Minds,” you shrugged, fighting back a smirk as she went bug-eyed, “Oh, shit. I forgot we still hadn’t told you guys. My bad!”

Mindy fumbled over her words for a moment, still staring at you as your fingers twirled Ethan’s curls at the base of his neck and his fingers danced over the waistband of your jeans.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling warmth radiate from his skin as his eyes darted around the room for everyone’s reactions.

“Boyfriend? You’re together?”

Tara was grinning, “Nice!”

“Aw you guys,” Anika grinned, “That’s so cute. We can double date!”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe if Mindy apologises for talking to Ethan like he’s the shit on the bottom of her shoe, yeah.”

“I’m sorry, I just—,”

“It’s fine, Mindy,” Ethan shrugged, nuzzling his face into your neck to hide away from the attention, “Can we just move on? At least you all know now.”

You frowned, pressing a kiss atop his curls as he remained close to you. You watched Mindy frantically search for the right words to say, before deciding to stay quiet.

Silence hung in the air for a moment, tension evident as Ethan’s grip on you seemed to tighten.

“It’s Ethan who’s been asking to keep things quiet, so thanks for the reminder of why,” you huffed, “Because you make him feel like he doesn’t deserve me. It’s not fair, Minds. At all. And you’re supposed to be my best friend.”

“I am your best friend!” Mindy replied, “I just didn’t expect this, that’s all. I’m sorry, okay? I’m happy for you guys. I really am.”

You scoffed, “Well maybe if you spent a little more time treating Ethan like an actual person and not some pointless side character in a, like, movie or whatever, you’d realise he’s a good person and that it’s me who doesn’t deserve him.”

You felt guilty for your outburst, and you could see that it had really driven your point home to Mindy, who was now staring at her feet shyly and snuggled in close to Anika.

You snuggled in closer to Ethan’s lap, interlacing your fingers as you did so. His hands were as warm as his face had become as a result of all of the attention, and you could tell he felt uncomfortable.

He did, however, enjoy the fact that everyone knew you were together now.

A sudden bout of confidence sparked in him as he pulled your joined hands up to kiss the back of yours, “Whatever. Whether she’s out of my league or not, she’s my girlfriend. Now let’s just put the stupid movie on, yeah?”

Everyone nodded silently, tension still thick in the air as Mindy picked up the remote control, but before she could press play you hopped back up out of your boyfriend’s lap.

“Oh, I brought popcorn,” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up as you picked up your bag again too, “We’ll go make it really quick. Won’t be long.”

Ethan followed you into the kitchen, your hands still interlocked, and smiled confusedly at you as you hopped up onto the counter beside the stovetop and quickly began preparing the popcorn.

“Sorry about that,” you bit your lip, watching him carefully as he sauntered to your side and placed a palm on your hip, taking control of the popcorn making, “I overheard the conversation and got really pissed off. Also just missed you and wanted to be annoyingly PDA’y… Is that alright?”

He scoffed, “Are you kidding? I only wanted to keep it from them because they don’t think I deserve you and I didn’t want you realising they’re right… I’m like, so happy, that I can kiss you around them now. So happy.”

You pouted, “I hate that you think that too, though. You more than deserve me, Eth. And I’m really lucky to have you.”

His thumb rubbed at the skin of your waist just beneath your top as his other hand shook the popcorn as it heated up.

“You’re the best, Y/N,” he hummed, pecking your lips quickly before refocusing on the popcorn, “I kinda wish we could just go to mine or something instead. I’m not in the mood for anyone else’s company anymore.”

You leaned in to kiss him, a hand carding through his curls briefly as he took the popcorn off the heat and set it aside, turning off the hob. His hands then flew back to your waist, settling himself between your parted legs to kiss you properly.

“I wish we could just go to yours too. We’ll dip as soon as the movie ends, yeah?” you grinned, biting your lip as you pulled back from the kiss, “We can deal with them asking questions another day. ‘M more in the mood to just curl up with you.”

He nodded, “Me too. Sounds like a plan. And thank you, for tonight, seriously. I’m not exaggerating when I say how lucky I am to have you.”

You shook your head, “You’re my boyfriend, and I’m proud of that fact. Mindy just needs to get her head out of her ass sometimes. I’m sorry they’re so shitty to you sometimes, it’s pathetic.”

He kissed you quickly again, scooping your waist to pull you down from the counter to stand beside him.

“Honestly at this point I don’t care anymore,” he shrugged, “I’ve got you. Oh, but please don’t agree to any double dates without me. No offence, but a double date with Mindy and Anika would be, like, my personal hell.”

You giggled, shaking your head again, “We’ll work on her weird unnecessary disdain for you, babe. But of course, I understand. C’mon, we better get back in there.”

“Can’t we just stay in here instead?”

“I wish.”

“Ugh,” he huffed, an adorable pout gracing his features that almost made you give in and make up an emergency reason for you both to leave, “At least we get to cuddle this time. I’m sick of you always having to sit away from me.”

You chuckled, “You do tend to watch me from across the room like a lost puppy. It’s adorable. In fact, I’m surprised nobody ever notices me doing the exact same thing back. We’ve been totally obvious this whole time.”

He kissed you again, briefly and feverishly like he couldn’t stop himself, “Our friends are idiots, huh.”

“Absolute morons,” you smiled, kissing him one final time before grabbing the popcorn and his hand.

“Let’s go get through a movie, hey?”

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thanks for reading !!!

i hope this was okay, it felt a bit messy and shit when i was editing but i’ve been stuck on it so long so thought i’d post and then maybe come back to it? let me know what you thought!

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Off the deep end 2 (18+)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: ghostface!Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: mention of murder, smut

Summary: you don't know what to make of the fact that Ghostface saved you, but you know you'll never let her touch you again. Sam is the only one you want.

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The silence that hangs in the room feels almost suffocating. Tara sits still, but the look on her face turns from concern to contemplation, as her eyes jump from you to the TV and then back again. Chad doesn't say anything and only moves when Tara turns to whisper in his ear.

Anika sends you a questioning look to which you easily smile. She relaxes instantly, and reaches for the remote to switch the channel.

You bite your lip, looking down at Sam's hand still circled around your wrist, her grip so tight it might cut off your circulation.

You don't say anything in fear of her exploding on you.

Ever since Tara first dragged you along to their apartment Sam's kept a close eye on you. It was disconcerting at first, when she always glared at you, nitpicking your every move and asking probing questions. You never hesitated to answer in fear of her throwing you out and never letting you anywhere near close to them again.

But then, as weeks went by, her hovering turned from suspicious to protective, almost overbearing at times. You took it in stride, welcomed it, even. You've never had anyone care about you the way she does.

"Can we finally talk about it now?" Mindy asks, warily eyeing Sam. "I know you said before that the murders have no connection to us, but now it's a little too close to home, don't you think?" She looks at you for backup.

You bite your lip. "I don't know, Mindy…"

"What about the guy that wouldn't leave you alone? Cole?" Chad butts in.

You blink, confused. "What about him?"

Tara looks at you, narrowing her eyes. "He was stabbed about a month ago."

You gulp, pushing back against the cushions. "I didn't know that."

Now that you think of it, you realize he stopped bothering you a long time ago, practically disappearing from campus.

Sam stays uncharacteristically silent, her eyes boring holes into the TV and her hand slithering lower to settle on your thigh, absentmindedly circling her thumb on your skin.

Quinn finally looks up from her phone, chewing on the stick of her lollipop. "Why are you so worked up about this? It's New York, people get stabbed every hour."

Silence falls over the room, everyone turns to look at the unbothered girl.

Anika is the first to break silence. "Quinn, use your brain."

"No, she's right." Sam speaks up for the first time. "It's a big city and we don't even know if it's Ghostface."

The older girl gets up, patting your thigh one last time and goes back to the kitchen.

You exchange worried looks with Mindy, who looks equally dumbfounded as you feel.

"What just happened?" Tara whispers, looking like her world flipped upside down.

You sink deeper into the cushions, frowning in thought.

"Can we finally get drunk now?" Quinn gets up to pour herself a shot of vodka, ruffling your hair as she passes by you. "Join me, cute girl?"

You think you hear something fall in the kitchen, but you are not too sure.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. You stick with Quinn, feeding on her laid back attitude and easy smiles, all worries thrown into the deepest part of your mind. Ethan gets embarrassingly drunk and tries to cuddle Mindy, throwing them both over the back of the couch. Chad and Tara disappeared in her room a long time ago and Sam's been brooding all night, sending you long looks over the rim of her glass and eyeing Quinn's hand on your shoulder.

You get up when the clock strikes midnight, ready to head home.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks.

You stagger. "It's late. Time to go home."

"You're staying here tonight." She says, and you don't have the time to object, before she's clapping her hands, startling everyone in the room. "Ethan." She looks at him, cocking her head towards the door. He hurriedly scurries away, blurting out goodbyes as he disappears out the door.

She turns to look at the cuddled pair. "Anika? Mindy?"

One of them grumbles, you think it's Mindy. "We'll go. Sleeping on this old thing leaves me sore for days. You'll have to go and get Chad though." She smirks, biting her lip in anticipation.

Sam just sighs and goes to Tara's room, making sure to be as loud as possible when she approaches the door.

"Looks like you'll get some after all," Quinn whispers with a suggestive smile.

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. "Yeah, I'll get my ass whopped."

"I mean, if you're into that…" she chuckles, and nudges you with her shoulder, before disappearing in her own room.

Mindy and Anika linger by the door, waiting for Chad. You bite your lip and look at the door, considering.

And then someone slaps the back of your head. "Don't even think about it," Mindy hisses, her eyes darting in the direction of Tara's room.

You roll your eyes and step away from her reach, leaning against the wall. Chad emerges a second later, looking reprimanded. Mindy snickers at the look on his face. You quickly say your goodbyes, promising to meet up tomorrow after classes. Sam drags you to her room as soon as the door closes behind them. You eye her warily and take a seat on her soft bed, waiting as she gathers herself.

You hoped she'd forget about the night before by now, but, evidently, the news and the time she spent glaring at the back of your head only egged her more.

"Sam?" You whisper, your fingers clenching around her soft blanket.

She looks at you, her eyes flash as she starts walking to you. "You'll stay here from now on. No more parties. No more walking alone at night. You won't leave this apartment without me," she bites out, taking a step closer with each word.

She's directly in front of you now and you have to strain your neck to look her in the eyes. "Sam this is rid-"

You swallow your words when her hand comes up to your neck, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, a tip of her finger dipping under the fabric to stroke your bruised skin. She leans dangerously close to your face, her breath fanning over your burning cheeks.

"You'll stay here, with me," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours. "Say it."

You lose yourself in her eyes. She's looking down at you, unblinking, her brows furrowing more and more with each passing second.

You decide not to test your luck.

"I'll stay here, with you." Your eyes fall shut.

"And?" She tucks your hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering below your jaw, cradling your face.

"I'll-" you take a deep breath, "I won't go anywhere. Not without you."

She relaxes instantly, tension seeping away from her body, and pulls away, leaving you to tremble on her bed. You open your eyes to see her rummaging through her closet, pulling out various t-shirts and looking them over before settling for an oversized dark green one.

You pull the blanket over your lap, hunching in on yourself as you try to slow your heartbeat, rubbing your chest. You sit in silence as she changes into her sleeping clothes, your eyes trained on the few pictures pinned to the wall over her dresser. There's two with her and Tara, one with Chad and Mindy, presumably at her birthday party, and one with you, sneakily taken by Anika during one of your picnics. You smile at the picture, noting the content look on Sam's face and the curl of her lips as she gazes down at you sleeping soundly on her lap.

"Here," she says, giving you only a shirt, and elaborates at your questioning look, "my pants will be too big on you."

You nod, and ask her to turn around. She does so with a shake of her head, settling on the right side of the bed while you shuffle out of your clothes, folding them neatly over the back of a chair. You freeze when you catch a glimpse of the bite marks littering your neck and shoulders in the mirror, quickly pulling her shirt over your head.

When you turn around Sam is already looking at you, her eyes sliding up and down your body, lingering on the bruise on your throat.

Your face burns and you quickly jump under the covers, facing the wall. She doesn't say anything, just reaches over you to turn off the light, her hand settling over your waist before she pulls you into her chest and nuzzles her nose on the back of your neck, wishing you a good night.

×××

"So… you and Sam?" Tara asks two weeks later, walking by your side in the cafeteria, fidgeting with a bottle of water.

You sigh at Tara's not so subtle prying. "It's just Sam being Sam."

When you woke up that morning, nestled in the crook of Sam's neck while she gently nudged you awake, you could've sworn you were in heaven.

But as it turned out, when she said she wouldn't let you leave anywhere without her, she meant just that. You don't think there was a moment you've spent without her by your side, she is always lingering somewhere around you even if it was just the two of you in the room, and whenever you're in a crowded area she never lets you out of sight, making sure to have at least one point of contact between you two.

And then there's her touches. It's almost like she needs her hand around you to properly function. It doesn't matter who's around, she'll pull you against her without a care, holding you possessively when a stranger stares at you for too long, or going as far as to leave soft pecks down your neck when she helps you reach for something on the top shelf.

It's been bearable before, when you could find reprieve in your apartment after a day spent in Sam's presence, but now she's around you 24/7 and you're not sure you'll be able to endure this sweet torture much longer.

The fact that she shuts you down every time you try to talk about it doesn't help either.

Tara stops and pulls you to the side, pinning you down with an unimpressed look.

"She doesn't spend that much time hovering over me and I'm her sister. And besides, I've seen the way you look at each other. Kinda makes me want to throw up," she says, rolling her eyes.

You take a moment to respond, carefully choosing your words.

"Well… Get a bucket, I guess," you smirk at her offended look, shielding your head when she throws her water bottle square in your face. "Ow! Bitch. I was joking."

"Jokes are meant to be funny," she grumbles, pulling you to the farthest table.

Anika and Ethan are already there, engaged in a heated discussion about the newest installment of his favorite game, the curly boy getting so passionate he accidentally sends his coke flying over your shirt just as you approach them.

"What is it with me getting targeted all day today?" You groan, prying the wet shirt away from your body, and grimace at the stickiness on your stomach and between your fingers.

Tara snorts, sending Ethan a look of approval. "Good job, new guy."

Ethan, for his part, looks like he's ready to die from embarrassment. His chair squeaks against the floor as he stands up, grabbing some wet wipes from his backpack, and starts hurriedly wiping at your shirt. "I'm so sorry! I don't know how that happened…"

You awkwardly inch away. "It's okay," you mumble, taking his wipes and trying to clean the shirt yourself.

It's not okay. You feel gross and the smell is already starting to make you feel nauseous, so you double your efforts, sitting down with a huff.

"Here, take this," Ethan mumbles, taking off his hoodie, "it's a bit big, but it's better than nothing, right?"

You chew on your bottom lip, considering your options.

Sticky shirt or Ethan's hoodie.

You decide on the lesser evil.

He hands it to you with a small smile, and apologizes again, muttering something about clumsiness and genes.

Anika grabs it from him before you could reach out, and stands up. "I'll help you clean up, come on."

You follow her down the hall to a secluded restroom. She checks the stalls before locking the door behind you and tugs you to a sink. You put away your bag and start tugging at the hem of your shirt, trying to keep it away from your hair. You feel another pair of hands help you when you almost get stuck. Breathing out in relief when you're finally free from the confines of your coke scented shirt, you turn to look at Anika.

"Thanks," you smile at her and reach for the paper towels.

You quietly work on wiping away the stickiness, wetting the towels in the sink and rubbing your stomach clean, shifting uncomfortably under Anika's scrutinizing gaze.

You throw your ruined shirt in the garbage bin in the corner, reaching for Ethan's sweatshirt when you come back to stand in front of the mirrors.

"Are you really not worried?" Anika whispers, fixing your hair when you pull the garment over your head. You can't help but notice the scent of Ethan's cologne, it prickles your nose, and you keep in a grimace, already too used to the smell of Sam's detergent surrounding you at all times.

"About what?" You ask absentmindedly, picking up your beg.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest. "The killings."

Your heart skips a beat at the quiet question. You look up to meet her worried eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she fiddles with a loose thread of her blouse. You can't help but pull her into a hug.

"Nothing will happen to any of us, I'm sure," you say with as much conviction you can muster.

In reality, you've spent the last few weeks in a constant state of uncertainty, looking over your shoulder at every corner and holding onto Sam whenever someone suspicious approaches you. You haven't told anyone about what happened that night, and you don't think you ever will. You can't even begin to imagine what they'd think of you if they ever found out. You're sure you'd lose your friends. You're sure you'd lose Sam.

So you stayed quiet, only allowing yourself to look back on the memory when you were alone, locked in the bathroom. Constant reminders about previous victims from Mindy made you realize that the woman behind the mask saved you and your friends more times than you can count. That night she saved you.

You don't know what to make of it, other than you'll never allow it to happen again.

Sam is the only one you want.

Anika grips your shoulders, nodding. "You're right. I don't know why I'm freaked out. It's just… it's never been like that before, you know..?" She trails off and you nod.

You do know. New York is not the safest place in the world, but it was never that dangerous before a certain group of people moved to the city. You know it's not a coincidence, no matter how much you wish to be proven wrong. You've been keeping up an unbothered facade, borrowing some of Tara's nonchalant attitude, but in the darkest corner of your mind you know that everyone around you is doing the same thing. Pretending.

Expect, maybe, Sam.

She's solid and self assured, her words never waver the way Tara's sometimes do, she never jumps at loud noises like Mindy does, and she never spends a moment too long staring into the dark corners of the street like Chad does. It gives you strength.

"Everything will be fine." You pull away to look her in the eye. "And if anything happens we stick together, okay?" You take her hand in yours and interlock your pinkies in a silent promise.

×××

"Is that… Ethan's hoodie?" Chad asks, squinting at you from the couch.

You sigh and trudge to Sam's room, leaving Tara and Anika to explain the situation for you. The day dragged on for way too long leaving you positively exhausted, you can't be bothered to retell the highlight of Tara's day to her not-boyfriend. Ethan's great and all, but his choice of cologne could've been much better, the smell so strong it gave you a headache.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

You jump up at the confused voice, your hand flying up to rest on your chest, right over your hammering heart.

"Jesus, Sam. I thought you were still at work," you mumble, avoiding her eyes.

You continue your way to the closet, tensing when the bed squeaks as she gets up, and then you feel her tug at the hem of the hoodie, turning you around.

"It's not yours. And it's not mine either." She's starting intently, her eyes darken. "You definitely didn't put this on in the morning. Where were you?"

Your lips purse at the scowl that took place on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted to the side. You hate the way it makes you even more attracted to her.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," you say.

For a second she looks like she wants to argue. Her jaw clenches, but she takes a step back.

"No, you don't." She says it like she regrets the fact.

Sometimes you feel like she can't control herself at times, letting her darker side take hold, acting like she owns you, and she tries very hard to make up for it in the moments of clarity, paying extra attention to your expressions, making sure you are comfortable with her constant hovering.

In truth, all you really want is for her to actually make you hers.

You sigh, reaching into the closet for a change of clothing. "It's Ethan's." You decide to explain. You don't see the way her fists clench. "He spilled his coke all over my shirt, so we had to improvise."

The answer seems to settle her. She sits on the bed, leaning back on her hands, watching you rummage through your clothes.

"It doesn't suit you," she mutters at last.

You chuckle and stop yourself from reaching for your shirt and take Sam's one instead. She doesn't comment on the choice, but her smile tells you everything you need to know.

"Come here," she says, patting her thighs.

You stop in your tracks, your mouth falling open at the sight of her waiting for you on the bed. "I really need to shower, Sam."

"Please."

You hesitate only for a second before sitting down sideways over her lap, your arms circling her shoulders, her hands settle on your hips, toying with the hem of the shirt.

You want to burrow into her and never let go.

"Can I take it off?" she asks, her eyes flickering down to your lips.

The question makes your breath hitch. You'll never get used to the way she makes you feel. You hide your face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume, your fingers threading through her soft hair.

Her fingers sneak past the fabric, resting on the soft skin of your lower back. "Please," she whispers against your temple. "Let me take it off." She presses a gentle kiss to your hairline.

Your body goes limp in her hold and you nod, untangling yourself from her.

She exhales through her mouth and swiftly pulls it off, leaving you in your bra, and carelessly throws it to the floor. She takes you in, her hands hovering over your sides.

You don't think you're able to endure her tiptoeing around you any longer, so you take them and lead them to your breasts. She cups you eagerly, squeezing you over the lace of your bra.

You barely manage to keep in a moan when her finger brushes against your nipple. She inhales sharply, and places her thumbs over your hardened buds, swiping. Your thighs squeeze involuntarily, and you adjust on her lap, desperate to find relief.

"Sam," you whimper.

One of her hands reaches up to wrap around your neck, the feeling so familiar it makes you freeze. Your eyes fall shut when she squeezes your neck, her breath falling hot against your ear as she whispers, "Look at me."

Suddenly, the weight of her hand feels suffocating. Suddenly, you're no longer in her room, but on the floor of your living room, pinned down by a stranger.

Your eyes blink open just in time to see Sam tilt her head, the glint in her eyes almost predatory.

You shake your head and jump away from her touch. She tries to stop you, but you're already in the bathroom, closing the door in her face. You fall to the floor right then, your knees hitting the hard tiles. The door rattles once, then twice. You can't move, shaking on the cold floor, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart.

It all felt too familiar. The feeling of strong muscle under your thighs, nimble fingers teasing your heated skin, her hand on your throat, squeezing.

Her fucking voice, asking you to open your eyes and look.

Could it be..?

Your vision blurs.

"Open the door, Y/n." Sam's voice is awfully quiet and unsure, like she's afraid of what she's about to face.

"Was it you?" You ask, afraid to hear the answer, your voice so quiet you're not even sure she heard you.

"Just open the door, please," she begs. You can hear the strain in her voice.

You shake your head again.

You don't know what to think. Maybe it's some fucked up coping mechanism your brain came up with to make it easier for you to accept the fact that you willingly let a murderer fuck you.

For a fleeting moment you think that if she was the one wearing the mask that night you'd be okay with it. You'd welcome it.

You take a deep breath and get up to open the door, hesitating only for a second before turning the knob.

Sam stays on the other side, watching as tears trail down your face. The shakiness of your hands when you wipe them away wakes her up from her stupor, and she throws herself at you, holding you tight.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I don't know what's gotten into me."

She inhales sharply, tightening her grip on you. "It's okay. You're okay."

She holds you like you might break or run away, clinging to you desperately. You stay like this for a long time, basking in her warmth. Eventually, she takes a step back and opens the faucet, letting the tub fill with the hot water, before she takes off her clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor. You watch her undress, falling back and gripping the sink behind you when she's left in her underwear, leaving her defined muscles on full display. You audibly gulp at the sight, your thighs clenching, reminded of wetness pooled between your legs. Next thing you know, she's unbuttoning your jeans, tugging them down after your nod of consent.

You let her take off your underwear, watching her take labored breaths, her chest heaving. There's no color in her eyes, only black of her pupils. She wastes no time in throwing away her underwear, and stepping in the tub, pulling you along.

You sit between her legs, your back pressed against her chest as she litters the back of your neck with kisses, her hands gliding up and down your sides, not daring to dip lower. Your head falls on her shoulder and she finally places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.

She reaches to the side, and lathers her hand, pushing you away to grant more space. She gently rubs your skin, washing away the exhaustion of the day, her hands slide up and down your back, then to your stomach, before they finally find home over your breasts.

"Feels good?" She breathes against your ear, and bites down gently. You moan audibly, your nails digging into the skin of her thighs.

You fall back against her when she tugs your nipple, making your hips jerk. She places a kiss under your ear and continues her ministrations on the rest of your body, leaving one area unattended.

You catch her hand when she tries to settle it on the rim of the tub, leading it to the dip between your thighs, where you desperately need her. Her other hand grips your hip hard enough to leave a bruise.

You settle your fingers over hers and lead her down. She cups you gently, spreading your lips before teasing your entrance, her thumb ghosting over your clit. You tug her head down, whining into her mouth. She crashes into your lips, not wasting any time to dart her tongue inside.

She circles your slit with two of her fingers, but before she can dip inside, the door shakes with forceful knocks.

"Sam, you need to get out here right now! There was another attack." Mindy's voice rings on the other side of the door. "It's Ghostface, they found the mask."

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy | Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Summary: You make a move on Chad and end up in an empty bedroom with his cowboy hat on, riding another kind of horse

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, p + v action,

Request: Can you write Chad in his little cowboy costume and reader riding him? Maybe she can wear his hat while doing so?

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You met Chad through his sister Mindy. She and you had classes together at Blackmore university and became friends through your passion for horror movies.

One evening, you were in her dorm, catching up on the latest horror releases, when Chad stopped by and asked for five dollars. Mindy had mentioned having a twin brother before, but you didn’t expect him to be the tall and handsome type.

Unfortunately for him, Mindy didn’t have five dollars to give him — but you did.

‘’I can’t take that,’’ Chad said with a short shake of his head, refusing your money. He had no problem taking it from Mindy, but his sister’s friend who he didn’t know? He couldn’t. ‘’It’s your money. You might need it.’’

‘’I don’t need it. You do.’’ You held the folded dollar bill between your fingers, insisting. ‘’Take it.’’

Chad sighed and finally accepted. ‘’I’ll pay you back next week,’’ he promised.

You slipped the money in his jacket’s pocket, then looked up at him with a flirtatious smile. ‘’Let’s make another deal. You keep the money, but you give me your number?’’

His mouth curled into a soft smile, eyebrows rising, getting on the same page as you. ‘’Alright. Deal.’’ He took your phone and typed his number as you bit your lower lip, failing to suppress a smirk. ‘’Text me later?’’

When you returned to the couch to get back to the movie, Mindy made a gagging sound, recognizing the flirty look in her brother’s eyes.

A few weeks — and several late night conversations and R-rated pics — later, you ran into Chad at a Halloween party on campus. He was dressed as a cowboy, with only a bandana around his neck and stupid straw cowboy hat for accessories. Your breath caught in your throat. Fuck, he looked hot.

‘’I can’t believe we’re sitting here on fucking Halloween,’’ Mindy complained, taking a sip of her beer. ‘’We should be having a horror movie marathon and stuffing our faces in candies. That’s what Halloween is about. Not some frat party where everyone is dressed as a sexy version of generic costumes.’’

Although you were sitting right beside her, you weren't listening much. Your attention and eyes were drawn to her brother, watching intently as he played beer-pong with some frat boys — and easily kicked their asses. Every time he threw the ball, his bicep would flex and he would bite his lip in concentration before.

‘’Y/N? Are you listening to me?’’ Mindy’s eyes followed your line of vision, confirming that you were in fact not listening, and snapped you out. ‘’Please stop ogling my brother. I can feel the beer I drank coming up my throat.’’

You brought your red cup to your lips, averting your eyes from Chad. ‘’I’m not—’’

Mindy rolled her eyes. ‘’Oh, please. He’s been asking me all week if you would be coming to the frat party.’’

You heard cheering coming from the beer pong table and saw that Chad had — again — won. You smiled, but it fell shortly after when you saw a blonde in a sexy nurse costume clinging to his side, tapping him on the upper arm and no-so-subtly feeling his bicep. She leaned closer, her back turned to the other boys, and whispered something to Chad.

You were boiling with jealousy.

‘’I’m gonna get another drink,’’ you declared, standing from the couch. ‘’Be right back.’’

Mindy scoffed, watching you striding in her brother’s direction. ‘’No you won’t!’’

She was right.

When you started college, you vowed to yourself to never start a fight over a boy, but tonight, nothing was gonna stop you. This fake nurse was playing in your lane and you couldn't lose.

You quickly schemed, letting strategy set the scene, and casually walked by Chad, making sure to brush his arm when passing by, laying the groundwork. And then, just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line.

His attention shifted away from the blonde, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. ‘’Hey. I didn’t know you were coming.’’ His body was inclined toward you, a sign that the other girl was forgotten.

You brushed a finger along the seam of his turquoise bandana. ‘’Nice costume. Were you on a tight budget?’’

Chad laughed, not at all offended by your quip at his financial situation.

The blonde girl grabbed Chad’s arm again, rudely interrupting your exchange. ‘’Are we gonna go upstairs?’’ she asked, leaning forward in an attempt to flash more of her cleavage.

Unfortunately for her, Chad brushed her off, having only eyes for you. He put an arm behind your shoulder and led you away. You ended up in the kitchen, sitting on the counter while Chad was mixing drinks. From this new height, you had a better close up of his face; the perfectness of his eyebrows, the two scars on his cheek and over top lip. Those lips — you wanted to kiss him.

‘’Cherry or orange?’’ he asked, holding two liquor bottles.

‘’Cherry.’’ Always cherry.

Chad put down the orange one and poured the other one into cups. While he was doing so, you took advantage of his inattention to steal his hat and put it on your head.

In rodeo, there was a few rules and superstitions about cowboy hats. One of them was: never let someone wear your hat unless you plan on taking them home.

He looked up, his expression lustful at the sight of you in his cowboy hat. ‘’You’re gonna be my cowgirl tonight?’’ he asked, a finger under your chin to look you in the eyes.

The moment between leaving the kitchen and getting to an empty bedroom upstairs was a blur to you. All you knew was that Chad’s mouth crashed on yours the second the bedroom door shut, backing you against it. He would've taken you to his dorm, but he didn’t want to risk Ethan coming in and ruining the moment. Having a roommate fucking sucked.

His hands were on your hips and face, pulling you closer and kissing you with a reciprocated burning passion. You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as his bare chest was pressed against you, warm and hard. Muscles were usually not your thing, but Chad made you want to trail your tongue over his abs and pecs.

If Mindy were to hear you, she would vomit.

A slight squeak left your lips as your feet left the floor and Chad’s hands grabbed your thighs. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, breaking the kiss for half a second. He chuckled and your back left the door as Chad carried you to the bed, sitting down with you over his lap.

You could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, right under your ass. Arousal dampened your panties and your core tightened.

Chad cursed under his breath as you rolled your hips down, his eyes fluttered slightly at the pressure.

His mouth trailed to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses as you ran your hands over his chest, feeling the slopes of his muscles. You’ve been wanting to do that since he sent you that shirtless selfie taken in a bathroom mirror, towel very low on his hips. Good thing your roommate was not home, you had never fetched your vibrator faster.

The room was getting hot, figuratively and factually. Your hands left Chad’s body and moved to unbutton your shirt. Chad pressed a last kiss to your jaw and pulled back, his eyes following the movement hungrily. He took a sharp inhale when you revealed your bra, then reclaimed your lips as you reached for the clasp in the back and let both garments fall.

Without disconnecting your mouths, one of his hands came up to cup your breast, palming the soft flesh. His touch was gentle, and the smile etched on his lips boy-ish. He couldn’t wait to watch them bounce and jiggle when you’ll be riding his cock. Chad grunted at the idea. His erection was pulsing beneath his jeans, desperately wanting free.

As if you had read his thoughts, you reached to undo his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his cock out and making Chad moan when you brushed your thumb over the tip.

‘’Ah, fuck.’’ He was so sensitive and needy.

You wanted to take him into your mouth all the way down and swallowing it whole until the tip hit the back of your throat, flick your tongue at the tip and lick all the pre-cum leaking like it was birthday cake icing, but whoever’s room this was would come banging on the door at some point and you’d really hate to not have gotten to the fun part yet.

Standing, you rid yourself of your clothes as Chad did the same.

Ignoring your body insecurities, you shifted your gaze to him, taking him in in all his naked glory, and he tapped his lap in invitation. ‘’Ready for the rodeo, babydoll?’’

You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh to run out of the room. Why did a good looking man like Chad have to have a dad-like sense of humor? You really can’t have it all, uh?

Ignoring the terrible joke, you pushed him down on his back and clambered onto his lap. His mouth turned up at the corner, his eyes raking over your breasts as they rose and fell. Your nipples were pointed proudly towards him, begging for attention. Chad took one of the buds between his fingers and pinched lightly, eliciting a moan from you.

He had priorly gotten a condom from his wallet and put it on to save time. Smart thinking.

You took his hard cock into your hand and brushed the tip against your pussy from your entrance to your clit, smearing your wetness.

Chad‘s eyes fluttered closed at your teasing. You did it again and the boy beneath you had to hold his hands down to not push you down on his cock. ‘’Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.’’

‘’That would be unfortunate, would it?’’ you said, lining Chad’s erection and lowering yourself on his cock under his watchful eyes.

He groaned as he felt your walls wrap around him, warm and snug. One of his hands trailed down the plane of your back, coming down to cup the flesh of your ass and thighs, grabbing at anything he could get. You raised your hips and slowly sunk back down, feeling so full.

You had fantasized about this moment before, alone in your bed. You had imagined how good Chad would feel inside you, how full he would make you feel. A mix of your fingers and your imagination had to be used to mimic the sensation — and even then, it didn’t compare to this.

Chad moved his hips involuntarily and you both moaned, the cowboy hat almost falling off when you tipped your head back. ‘’Shit, sorry. I didn’t—’’

You shook your head and told him to do it again.

A rush of pleasure shot through your body as you began to move your hips at a faster pace. The room quickly became a mess of panting, moanings, skin slapping and various other sounds.

One of Chad’s hands had glided to your clit and started to play with it, adding to your pleasure every time you were meeting his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm coming, spasming around his cock. Soon enough, a wave of intense pleasure flowed through your body, this time losing your hat as you threw your head back. 

Chad followed, joining you in your orgasm and filling the condom, his thighs clenching and fingers squeezing your cheek hard enough to leave marks. 

You took a minute to recover, both of you panting heavily on the bed.

‘’I don’t know much about rodeo, but cowboys lose points if their hat falls off,’’ Chad said, earning a hard slap on his chest.

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OMG I JUST SEEN YOUR CHARACTER LIST THAT YOU WRITE FOR CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE SOME GHOSTFACE SAM X READER RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS 🤍

SAM CARPENTER GHOSTFACE HEADCANONS ! and yes i do have a bot for this.

✗ warnings ; murder, controlling behaviour, manipulation, general ghostface girlfriend toxicity. nsfw at bottom dom/sub. marking, knife!kink, free-use ment

protectiveness dialled to the MAX. if you think she was bad before its nothing compared to now. and i mean kill-people-who-look-at-you-the-wrong way type of bad. "oh, don't even worry, baby. i took care of it."

she has to be near you at all times; scratch that—has to be TOUCHING you at all times. seriously cant stand it when you're not wrapped around her fucking koala and will make it everyone's problem.

would never ever EVER hurt you. she hurts people for you—no matter if you want her too or not. besides, she has other ways of keeping you quiet.

when she took off the mask she wasn't even the slightest bit worried, as fucked up as that sounds. she knew you'd never leave her; you love her too much, she loves you too much. how could you ever give her up? she did this all for you.

calls you "doll" or "angel" almost exclusively—but not just that. you're her doll, you're her angel—her own precious little thing and you're never gonna leave her, okay?

but one can never be too sure; so she isolates you from all your friends to make sure you really can't leave. controlling to the point where if you lived with her you wouldn't be able to leave the house without her. but that's okay—she's doing it because she loves you. she's protecting you.

because she's off her meds she starts to see billy more and more, and she won't take them no matter how much you beg her too. sometimes you wake up to her see her sitting up staring blankly at the wall, eyes slightly glazed-over as if she's seeing something that's not there and it scares you too fucking pieces. it'll happen sometimes in public, too, like when someone gets a little too touchy with you or even, sometimes, when you get on her nerves ; which is definitely the most terrifying one.

(he's telling her to make you hers. telling her to take you for herself and leave a bloody fucking mess in her wake. whoever the fuck thinks they could ever take you from her is in for nasty, gory surprise.)

you're her anchor point. you're the only one who can ever calm her down if it gets too much. and you can tell, too, when chad's just running his mouth a bit too loudly and her hand is twitching towards the butcher's knife on the counter and you have to twist round and cup her cheeks, pepper kisses to her lips and she just melts — all potentially murderous urges forgotten as she wraps your arms around you.

nsfw !

so fucking handsy. CANNOT keep her hands off you. has the annoying tendency to squeeze your ass or tits whenever she walks past

even when you're in public which makes it so fucking degrading. you could be talking to a stranger at the club and she'll just lean over to grope your tits in full view of the guy you're talking to. just so fucking casual as she strides past, like its the most normal thing in the world.

and tbh it kind of IS, so when the guy stands up all angry for you and you're just sitting there spluttering and have to go "no i— i let her.." like the little slut you are

so so rough in bed. borderline violent. she just can't help it, not when you get that delicious spark of fear in your eyes and you plead with her with those plush, parted lips like you're just begging to be used and abused.

obsessed with leaving bruises and hand-prints on you during sex. gives her the deepest pleasure to see you all marked up, so clearly hers. it makes her cock stand up just thinking of it.

has made you walk around the house completely naked after a good bruising before just to admire her handiwork. and to make you easy for use, of course.

marking you up with her initials on the base of your neck so everybody knows that you’re hers.

definite knife!kink. dragging the dull edge of the blade along your thigh.. smiling to herself as you tremble under the cold, cold metal grazing your folds.

fucking you as she does it—fingers swirling so goddamn slowly that makes your eyes water, each time she flicks your clit your body screams at you—but you can’t move. bc there's a knife right fucking there and then it'll be your fault if she hurts you—not hers. she told you to keep still, didn't she?

[thatfinalgirl23]

Hey, if you're doing requests, could you do something with chad and pregnant reader? If not, then that's totally fine. Have a great day😁

I got you! Hope this is something like what you were looking for! ☺️ and thank you for giving me something to write 🥰

Lucky To Have You - Chad Meeks-Martin

One sentence summary: Being pregnant and uncomfortable, you find it hard to sleep but Chad comes to your rescue making your night and morning better.

Word Count: 951

You tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. Turning to look at Chad, you were envious of how comfortably and peacefully your boyfriend was sleeping. You breathe out before moving the arm Chad had draped over you and carefully sliding out of bed.

You move to the kitchen and grab the milk out of the fridge. As you started to fill the mug with milk, you felt hands grab your hips from behind.

“What are you doing up, baby?” Chad asked sleepily into your ear at a low volume as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep” you sighed. “The baby is making me really uncomfortable for some reason tonight” you turned to face Chad.

“I can definitely understand that” he smiled. “The little one is growing like crazy” he rested a hand over your growing belly. “Every day you can see how much they’ve grown. It’s adorable”

“Yeah they’re growing like crazy and the more they grow, the less comfortable I feel” you huffed.

“I’m sorry, my love” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “What are you doing?”

“Making some warm milk and praying it works” you explained, looking at the milk.

“You don’t like milk since you’ve been pregnant” he said flatly.

“I’m willing to try anything, babe! I’m so tired” you groaned out.

“Here” he took the milk from your hand and set it on the counter before taking your hand. “Let me help you honey”

“How do you plan on doing that?” You asked unconvinced.

He pulled you back to bed and motioned for you to sit down.

“I’m going to try my best to make you so relaxed, you fall asleep like that” he snapped his fingers. “No uncomfyness at all”

You smiled as you watched Chad move to get situated. You were so scared to tell him when you found out you were pregnant and almost didn’t want him to know. Now, you couldn’t imagine him not being a part of yours and the baby’s life. He took everything about the pregnancy in stride.

“You really don’t have to do this you know, it’s the middle of the night” you explained as Chad started massaging your shoulders.

“Of course I do!” He said, almost a little too cheery for being woken up in the middle of the night. “If my girl or our baby are uncomfortable and need to relax, these hands get to work”

You giggled a little at his words and looked back at him over your shoulder.

“I hit the jackpot with you, you know that?”

“Is it my magic hands? It’s my magic hands isn’t it?” Chad joked. “For real though, is it helping?”

“Mhmm” you nod. “Cuddling might help a little better though”

“Done” Chad said as he moved to get off the bed. “Let me go make you some herbal tea with honey and then…you can have honey right? Like pregnant girls can have honey?”

“Yes sweetheart, I can have honey” you laughed with a shake of your head.

“Good, I’ll go make you some tea with honey to relax more and then I’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep. Deal?” He asked, already halfway out the door.

Within ten minutes, Chad was back with your tea and set in on an end table before settling in bed and pulling you into his arms.

“Mmm” you breathed after taking your first drink of tea.

“Good? Did I make it right?” Chad kissed the top of your head.

“It’s perfect” you smiled, relaxing more against him.

The two of you talked about everything that came to your minds, including narrowing down baby names, while you drank your tea. When you finished you put the cup back on the end table and gave Chad a quick, sweet kiss.

“Thank you” you smiled before cuddling back up to him.

“Nothing to thank me for” he rubbed your arms gently. “Are you comfortable?”

“Extremely” you sighed. “Baby’s relaxing comfortably just like this. Is it uncomfortable for you?”

“Absolutely not. I could lay like this forever” he smiled down at you.

“Maybe we both just needed you to be comfortable” you joke.

“I could live with that” Chad chuckled as you drifted off into sleep.

When you woke up to your alarm, you were disappointed to find yourself alone. You worried that you had made Chad uncomfortable that he couldn’t sleep. You pulled yourself out of bed and went to grab your mug from the night before only to find it gone.

“Good morning beautiful” Chad smiled brightly as you walked into the living room.

“Good morning sweetie, you’re up early” you observed giving him a quick kiss.

“I knew you had a busy morning annnnd I knew you didn’t sleep well so I went and got breakfast to start the day on a high note” he bent down and placed a quick kiss to your belly. “Morning little one”

You smiled at him as he did his daily good morning to the baby.

“That was very sweet of you, you’re so good to me” you kissed his cheek softly.

“I’d do anything for you and Batman” Chad grinned.

“Honey, we talked about this. Boy or girl we’re not naming our baby Batman” you giggled as you walked to the kitchen.

“I’m still calling them Batman until he or she is born” Chad shrugged like it was the most normal thing ever.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge.

“Well then Batman and I are very lucky to have you” you laughed as you closed the fridge door.

“That’s my girl” he kissed your forehead. “Now, breakfast”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

final words

pairing: ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 4.7K

warnings: cursing, blood, stabbing, mentions of panic attacks and throwing up. the whole apartment chase/ladder scene in its self.

summary: never too late to say i love you

A/N: version 2 of role reversed with reader dying. if you read version1 you’ll see i just changed the story at the ladder scene.

@alecmores​ my editor bestie❤️

been in the drafts since april 29

masterlist / ethan landry

version 1

🎧 heathens death and void

everyone was to gather at the carpenter's sister’s apartment. after the killing of two blackmore students with sam’s license at the scene of the crime, you all knew ghost face was back whether you liked it or not. people were so obsessed with those sick fucking movies and now obsessed with sam carpenter and it was annoying as hell.

so after your classes for the day, you walked to the apartment with your boyfriend, ethan landry, after his econs class. then soon were joined by chad and mindy who said anika would be joining a bit later.

“what do you always say about the love interest?” you questioned the horror expert. she rolled her eyes at your words.

“never trust the love interest. i know, i know. but that also goes for tree boy beside you.” an accusatory finger was thrown at the six two boy. ethan’s brows furrowed in the middle, he looked a bit scared of her.

you couldn’t argue with her. you gazed up at ethan with a fake pitying look, “sorry tree boy, but i’m gonna have to hold off on kisses and sex until this is over. not trying to be a horror movie stereotype.”

you heard mindy make fake gagging noises and chad follow up with an immature ‘ewwww’. all ethan did in response to your comment was grab the hand on his side, intertwine your fingers and he pulled both of your hands into his jacket pocket even though the weather wasn’t cold. with the simple smirk pulling his lips you knew your words didn’t bother him and took the joke in stride.

“okay… not to sound like an asshole or anything but-“ mindy turned around to face the three of you since she was ahead of your group, “who do you think is the killer? think stab two. we had new characters introduced and nancy loomis. so either the killer is doing this because of the movies and is just a psycho or doing all this for revenge.”

“how about we not speculate about our friend group?” chad argued with his twin. mindy gave him a bored look before setting her hungry eyes on you and ethan.

you did a quick look at ethan just as he looked at you. both of your eyes looking over the other's face, probably determining if they could be the killer.

“i don’t think it’s anyone in our group. definitely a psycho who’s watched the stab franchise a bit too much.” ethan gave his answer. mindy cocked her head with squinted eyes, “okay.” she said quietly.

“knock it off.” a simple command due to her tone towards ethan. she held her hands up in surrender and turned on her heel.

the sounds of horns and people talking or yelling filled the air along with the loud jackhammering of construction. mindy was on her phone doing something while chad and ethan were discussing a show they were currently watching in their dorm.

you let your eyes wander to the pocket where your hands sat, you could feel ethan’s thumb rubbing the top of your hand to your knuckles. then you tilted your head back and peered at him with love-struck eyes. how his eyes were expressive and his brows were wiggling, his lips pulling into a blinding smile and his smile lines creasing. his free hand moving openly in the air to get a point across or how he would trail a finger along his jawline.

he could never be a killer. yeah, his height and body build would add him to the list since everyone mostly speculates the killer to usually be a man. but you knew ethan, longer than the woodsboro group had.

you knew how sweet and nervous ethan is. how he stutters over words when he feels flustered; especially when you first started dating. how he would go to the gym when he was stressed and needed to blow off steam. ethan who’s a cat guy and constantly talks to his mom and younger sister back home.

ethan landry isn’t ghost face and you would swear it on your life.

“y/n? hello… earth to y/n!”

you startle at the call of your name and from the hand waving in front of your face. you wack chad’s hand away with a scowl painting your face, he just laughs before walking through the front door of the apartment building. guess you completely zoned out on the walk. chad and mindy left the two of you behind, ethan staring down at you with a worried frown as you waited for the elevator to come back.

“everything okay?” his voice was hushed. you swiped away the pout on his lips with your thumb. your eyes watching his face as he does the same, his eyes gentle.

“you know i trust you very much, right?” your palm held his cheek. his brows twitched, “yeah. of course and i trust you with my heart.” he leaned into your touch.

“we just have to get through this shitty experience and things will slowly go back to normal. we can go on a date, any date you want and we can feel like teenagers again. and i’ll give you all the kisses and cuddles you want and give you the best se-“

ethan swooped down and stopped your rambling with his warm and plush lips. it was just a simple touch, but simplicity always worked in your relationship. ethan pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. you pushed your face up to bump noses together.

“this will all work out. we just gotta stick together.” ethan whispered before leaning back. you kept quiet and nodded at his words.

the ding of the elevator broke the silence and ethan cocked his head and then pulled you behind him. you let the metal box go up its eight floors and then mindlessly walked the hall and into the open door.

the scene before you didn’t look like it belonged in a horror movie. sam walked with blankets and pillows in her arms before setting them on the free chair. chad and tara chat happily (and sickly staring into each other's eyes) as they hang out in the kitchen making dinner. and mindy who was setting the table and pulling faces and making gagging noises to her brother and friend. and then there were you and ethan, hand in hand as you walked through the door with easy smiles on your faces. enjoying the simplicity and comradery of the moment.

“where’s quinn?” ethan questioned as he dropped his backpack by the door.

sam cocked her head towards her roommates' closed door and left it at that. she had a guy over. you took a quick survey of everyone and noticed, “anika still busy?” mindy answered right away, “yeah. said her study group was running late. even sent a picture with the time and everything.”

you didn’t want to make any assumptions, but everyone was a suspect sadly. and if you had to be a bit guarded of certain people then that’s the price to pay. you just hummed at mindy and left it at that before moving back to your boyfriend’s side.

the two of you sat on the couch as the news played on low volume. your arm was looped through his and you leaned your head against his shoulder. his hand fell upon your thigh, his fingers moving back and forth, and he plopped his head down on yours.

you could hear the faint volume of their voices in the kitchen, their laughter and bickering over something. you wished you were closer to your friends, but you understood why you and ethan, along with anika were kinda black sheep. the four of them went through something tragic and moved away to leave it in the past and now it’s come back to haunt them.

with a shuffle of your head, you gave a quick peck to ethan’s clothed shoulder. something just compelled you to show him a once of your love. when you moved your face back to the tv a second later you felt ethan move and the warmth of his kiss to your temple.

everything was going to be okay

you allowed yourself to get swept away by the feeling of ethan and inhaled deeply to have his scent invade your nostrils, wanting to make sure you have him ingrained into your skin. you had that for five minutes until he moved and grabbed the remote off the coffee table.

“hey guys…” he called over his shoulder to your friends, “might want to hear this.” he pressed down on the volume button.

“with two blackmore students dead along with a horror professor, some believe ghostface has made himself a new home in new york.”

you felt your blood rush faster and run cold.

“many believe this could be the work of samantha carpenter. they held a stab shrine in their home and many know her to be the killer from the woods-“

and the feed cut out with the remote flying from sam’s hand. she had an angry scowl painted on her face and her shoulders were tense with her breathing coming out in pants.

“fucking reddit,” she grumbled before walking away.

tara waited for a second before following her sister. chad and mindy stayed with you and ethan wanting to give the two privacy during this rough patch.

“why are people believing that sam was the killer? is it just because of a couple of reddit and twitter threads?” you inquired.

mindy sighed and chad swiped a hand down his face, “pretty much. plus her family history…” chad trailed off. you didn’t know about her family history, but now probably wasn’t the time to ask those questions.

you saw chad and mindy walk away and join the sisters at the dining table, a broken family. you were happy they were there for each other, they could only really trust their group.

“y/n…” ethan squeezed your thigh, your eyes locking with his.

his puppy dog eyes sparkled and his grin shined, “i just… i just wanted to tell you…” he licked his lips before leaning towards your ear, words only meant for you to keep. “i just wanted to tell you that i love you.”

he pulled away from the side of your face and looked back into your widened orbs, your pupils surely dilated. your mouth was a bit agape, absorbing the three words and eight letters into your brain while also trying to deduce if you should say them back. 

ethan saying them almost made it seem like he was already resigning himself to a terrible fate. and you badly wanted to echo the words with your whole heart but held back. this wasn’t going to be a final goodbye between lovers, it was going to be a promise from you.

so you broke your joke rule. your hands met the sides of ethan’s face, his chubby cheeks being given a firm squeeze by your palms. you used your hold to pull his head towards you, hands doing a slight tilt for a better, more intimate kiss. 

his top lip caught between your top and bottom, teeth doing a slight clink together. his hands trailed to hold your waist and pull you as close as possible on the couch, which was appropriate with other people in the space. it was easy to slip into the automatic rhythm the both of you are used to when it comes to the other's lips.

you could tell it was starting to get a bit heated, from either you or ethan, you weren’t one hundred percent sure. with the hands still on his face you pushed him away, he tried to resist and jump back in, but you just giggled at his eagerness. so you gave one then two, then a final third peck to his lips before completely pulling away.

“i’ll say the words when all is good. i don’t want to fall into the horror movie trope of couples being happy then dying.”

“you’ve been hanging out with mindy too much.” you just rolled your eyes and soaked up his laugh. you wish you could bottle the sound for rainy days.

you heard a phone ringing and then voices, you turned to the dining area and saw tara holding a phone away from sam who was stretching for the device. the ringing stopped then another sound followed. everyone got quiet for a moment until-

a moan came from quinn’s room.

“ugh,” you stuck your tongue out. of course, quinn would be getting some right now. you heard a few sighs follow and then multiple dings. and after the dings, you heard chairs scraping and feet rushing. the four of them all faced quinn’s closed door that suddenly got quiet.

both you and ethan stood from the couch, ethan pushing you behind him with an arm stretched out. you gripped his shirt into your fist as you waited for the ball to drop.

instead of a ball dropping, it was quinn’s door being slammed open and her body being shoved into ethan. the impact caused the both of you to stumble. when her back hit the floor you saw all the blood covering her body and purple silk pajamas. a scream was ripped from your throat.

and there he stood in all his haunting glory. ghostface. he took slow steps, each thud sounding like thunder in the silent apartment. he held the bloodied knife up and wiped it clean just as he passed the threshold, and tilted his head. a challenge.

“run.” sam firmly said just as ghostface sprung forward.

everything happened in a flash.

chad, mindy, and tara darted straight for the front door. with their quick feet, they were able to avoid ghostface as he swung the knife and harshly stabbed you in the upper arm, the blinding pain hitting instantly.

“stay the fuck back!” ethan yelled. you had your eyes closed as you clutched the open wound, but you could hear shuffling. the grunts of ethan who you assumed was keeping the killer's attention on him now.

when your eyes opened you saw ghostface with just one hand wrapped tightly around ethan’s throat. ethan’s hand gripping the black fabric at the wrist to try and push him away or loosen the hold for some air.

“ethan!” you cried as you kicked your foot into their bicep or shoulder. anything to break him away from ethan. but all ghostface did was give a menacing tilt of his head while staring down ethan and with his free hand, stabbed the knife straight into your thigh. even pulling down and you could feel the muscle ripping apart.

a scream ripped from your throat which was then followed by a deeper cry of pain. with tears clumping your lashes and a quiver to your lips, you stared in horror as you watched ghostface’s knife cut upward in ethan’s abdomen. the gloved hand is still constricting ethan’s airway, ghost face leaning in closer, taunting him.

you pushed yourself off the floor with the help of the furniture behind you, leg wobbly and arm weak from the bleeding wound. you were planning to rush at him, hoping to knock him off ethan and allow enough time for an escape. but you didn’t need your plan when you saw sam rushing into the room with the wooden knife block before throwing it down onto his head. she did two hard hits that threw him off balance long enough for the both of you to grab ethan off the floor and run into quinn’s room.

ethan stumbled on his feet before flopping on the red-soaked bedding as he clutched his stomach, his shirt soaking dark crimson from the brutal attack. sam locked the door and you took a breath before it was snatched away as you looked at the crime scene you were standing in. blood was sprayed on the walls, and bedding was soaked and ripped. and when you walked into the bathroom, you almost threw up from the sight and heavy smell of copper. “oh god.” quinn’s hookup was gutted and limply stuffed in the tub with blood smearing the white tiles.

feeling overwhelmed and ready to pass out, you turn at just the right time as you spot ghostface walking through sam’s room and heading towards the open bathroom door. “fuck,” you muttered. on quick instinct, you rushed to the open door, thigh protesting at the motion. you tried closing the door fast, but ghostface was sprinting and he shoved his shoulder into the door making you falter. you limped away and slammed the final shut.

sam and ethan turned their heads as you leaned against the door. the force at which ghostface threw his body pushed you off, but sam came to the rescue and held the door with you. you looked around for something, anything to form a barricade.

“sam! dresser! hurry!” you gasped with each quick breath.

you assessed ethan’s physical state as you kept your back to the door. his body was curled in, arms crossed over his stomach. you could see a slight shake to his shoulder, his face hidden away by shadows and rouge hair.

“e-ethan! e-pretty boy!” the nickname that always made ethan flush tomato red was shouted with a choked sob. “just- just hold on! please! can- can you do that?”

he nodded his head then looked over his shoulder at you. his face was going sheet white and it looked clammy and sweaty. you could barely see the imprint of a hand wrapped around the smooth skin of his neck.

a loud banging noise stole you from your thoughts and your panic resumed. sam came just in time with the dresser. you moved from the door to give her a hand and just as it was all the way, a black arm shot through and gave another swipe to your arm. the two of you struggled against the strong force of ghostface trying to force his way into the room. giving more weight against the door caused his arm to slither away and finally the door closed.

“we need a way out,” sam stated. “no shit,” ethan sarcastically replied, still hunched.

“no offense-“ sam was cut off with a shove to the door, dresser legs screeching. “fuck fuck fuck,” you cried with your eyes closed as tears ran.

“ethan- ethan would just slow us down… we can’t go through the front door.” “i’m not fucking leaving him behind!” your anger and protectiveness spiked, “go sam, just go and get help.”

“no… you’r- you’re not-“ “ethan! i can’t- i’m not losing you!”

“no one is being left behind!” sam yelled, “we just need a different…” her words trailed off.

ghostface advances were getting rougher. each shove or kick sent to the door causes you and sam to slip on your feet. you even started to hear the knife going at the wood.

you looked to sam, her eyes straying towards the window. you saw their neighbor as he waved his arms to get your attention, his window already open.

“ethan- ethan can you- can you open the window?” sam asked. she knew you would need the added weight for the door.

ethan pushed himself from the foot of the bed and limped a few steps and weakly pushed the frame up. the neighbor's voice greeting your ears and then banging, but a metallic banging. he grabbed a ladder and pushed it your way, ethan wrapped a hand around a step and pulled it the rest of the way. it sat between the two windows above a high alley.

“sam!” the man yelled, “this might be the only way!” you could hear the wind picking up speed.

your head whipped to sam. her eyes darted everywhere, from you and ethan as he slumped to the floor beside the window, to the guy with his arms outstretched and then just around the room. another shove to the door. time was running out.

“sam…” you sounded like a scared child. her eyes softened at the weak tone in your voice, “we just gotta.” you needed to encourage her to go so then you and ethan can follow. “it’ll be okay,” a crack.

she licked her lips, she hesitated then walked to the ladder. you made sure all your weight was pushed to the dresser and your feet were firmly planted on the glossy hardwood. she looked back at you and you nodded with a fake grin.

everything was going to be okay

sam climbed the sill and slowly crawled out. ghostface was getting more impatient, more aggressive. you could hear faint grunts and huffs. you prayed to whatever higher being was out there, wishing for everyone to be safe.

“swe- sweetheart…” ethan’s voice was strained. you whimpered when you saw how his eyes were fluttering with each blink. “we could- we could go to coney island… get- get ice cream… lay on the- on the beach.” his eyes closed for too long and you yelled his name. his lids peeled open. “and- and you could re- read me a book. always- always love your voice.” a grin pulled his lips. his cheeks held no color.

“sounds like a date.” you confirmed with mascara tear tracks.

you looked out the window and saw the man grab sam and pull her into his arms. you knew ethan needed to go next, you weren’t sure how much longer he could hold out.

“ethan you need to go next.” he instantly shook his head and you weren’t having this argument right now. “ethan you’re seriously injured. you need to-“ “go. please.” he was begging you. but you were stubborn.

“ethan, i can hold the door closed. you are severely injured and losing blood. so get your ass on that ladder right now!” his mom and sister need him alive.

your point was added when there was a harsh push to the door, but you and the dresser kept it shut. so you watched as ethan pulled himself from the floor, his body shaking from adrenaline and blood loss. his hands held the ladder ends but then he looked at you, body fully turned. you could see the wound seeping more blood into his shirt and how ethan looked ready to throw up.

“ethan, don’t make me tell you again. go!” you needed him safe on the other side to breathe properly.

he looked like he wanted to be at your side, to hold or touch you. you could see the restraint in his eyes. you understood. how badly you wish you could run into his arms and think of this as a nightmare, nothing of actual injury. but you were stuck in reality and your reality was a horror movie, so every decision counts.

“i love you, so much.” the second time today he said the words. his voice choked off at the end.  it caused another burst of love to spike. you wanted to say it back, so badly, but you still held off.

everything was going to be okay

so you went with the next best thing, “i know.” and sent him a watery smile as you jerked your chin forward.

ethan slowly climbed the ladder. you saw how the wind whipped his jacket and his curls, you only hoped he had a tight grip on the metal. sam and her neighbor waited on the other end with their arms out, ready to pull him in when he was within reach. with each move taking him further away from you, you could breathe easier, just you and psycho now.

speaking of psycho. he keeps throwing himself into the door or switching tactics and would ram his booted foot against the wood. you were starting to wonder if the mask or some shit gives the killer super strength, cause, how hasn’t he gotten tired yet?

the stab wound in your thigh would pull and a fresh wave of blood would spill over and stain your pants. quinn’s blood on the floor made it difficult to keep a firm foothold as you leaned your upper body back and allowed the handles to dig into your shoulder blades.

you looked out the window and saw ethan being pulled inside. he was safe. you closed your eyes and looked to the ceiling and gave a whispered thank you to whatever higher being heard you. now it was your turn.

giving yourself a steady intake of air then letting it exhale, you move. you weren’t sure how long the door would hold before it caved in from the excessive crashing. you just needed it to last long enough for you to crawl across a shaky ladder eight stories high, that's all, no biggie. but hearing the screech of the dresser legs moving pushed you forth.

you didn’t want to look down, heights fucking terrified you. so you made sure your eyes only dropped to the ladder to make sure you were holding something and placing your knees in the right area. you had to go slow and stop a few times, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, while also hoping you don’t throw up from the panic growing. you let your eyes wander to the open window waiting for you. sam with her head leaning into the wind with mystery man just behind her shoulder.

you weren’t very far on the ladder, your body and mind causing delays. you looked with watery eyes to sam and saw ethan leaning on the other side of her. his eyes pointed steadily on you with a weak smile, before they moved and it slipped and pulled into a frown.

“what?” a shake to the word. you paid attention to how the three of them looked behind you and were all very still.

“y/n…” sam trailed off. you managed a glance over your shoulder and immediately looked away.

ghost face stood in the window frame. just watching, enjoying the scene and causing your heart to jackhammer. you were barely at the halfway point when he was behind the door, you weren’t sure if you'd make it in time. but you pushed yourself forward.

your body wished to collapse from the dull pain in your arm and thigh, along with all the adrenaline. your fingers wrapped tightly around the metal frame as you shuffled along, making slow progress to safety.

“almost- almost there, sweetheart.” you heard ethan say to the blowing breeze.

you were getting closer but stopped when you felt it. the ladder bounced up and down so quickly that you almost slipped if you didn’t fix your hold. your eyes squeezed shut so hard you were seeing spots, and little whimpers fell from your mouth. you might actually die tonight.

the jumping stopped and you were ready to move an inch, but then the twisting came. harsh twist to the right and harsh twist to the left. you didn’t dare let go even with your grasp slowly failing.

“y/n! come on! you- you just gotta move!” sam’s voice shouted towards you. you just shook your head as you cried.

“i- i can’t! i- i’m sorry!” you wish you could curl into a ball right now.

“sweetheart! your- your so close! just… reach for sam’s hand!” ethan was pleading with you as he did earlier. you didn’t want him to see you die.

“e-ethan… i’m- i’m sorry.” you could feel your grasp failing with each twist and tug. “it’s okay… just reach for sam. you can do it.” ethan tried to reassure you that freedom was at your fingertips. with your last bit of energy, you looked up at ethan, making sure he could see your face clearly. you knew this was the end.

“ethan landry,” a jerk upward, “i love you!” and a snap to the right.

and then you were free-falling. gravity was pulling you downward with nothing to slow your descent. the dreams where you feel yourself falling are nothing compared to the real thing. your friends and their faces flashed behind your eyes.

you closed your eyes and just braced for the impact as you just envision ethan. he was always able to keep you calm in times of distress. it could be from his voice that would soften as he whispered in your ear and combed your hair as you lay on his chest. or it could be the twinkle in his eyes that never managed to dim or his charming smile. or it could all be just because he’s ethan.

you’re glad you were able to love him.

...

tags: @astrxq

[3d-wifey]

can i get smut for Chad and Ethan from scream 6

Pairing: Chad x Reader x Ethan

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: smut obvi, exhibitionism, voyeur! Chad, p in v smut, dubcon bc everyone is drunk, switch!reader, switch!Ethan, & dom!Chad

A/N: I'm in love with Jack Champion. There. I said it. But, trust, I will have him. Give me like, until August 17th, 2023. I'll come back with an update.

You don't recognize the guy talking to you.

It could be the alcohol, but he's been talking for what feels like hours and you still don't recognize him. You don't even remember how he cornered you like this, your back against the wall and his arm leaning beside your head.

One second, you were waiting for Ethan to come back from the bathroom, and the next, this guy starts talking to you about...what is he talking to you about?

"Wh-wait," you hold your hand up to stop him, "What are you talking about?"

He blinks at you for a second like you're the one not making sense.

"Oh, uh, crypto. The currency?" He stares at you like he's waiting for it to dawn on you. You stare back.

"Oh. Okay." you bring your cup of Malibu up to your mouth so you don't have to keep talking. You're pretty sure you've heard that word from Ethan before.

Ethan.

You look around the room for your boyfriend now that you remember you have one and the guy starts talking to you again.

It's dark in the basement you're in and the swarm of dancing bodies makes it almost impossible to see.

"'Ave you seen my girlfriend?" You turn to the voice and see a boy drunkenly talking to a dancing couple. You make out the curly hair and recognize him instantly. You pass your cup to the guy.

"Ethan!" He turns to you and grins. It takes him three strides to get to you and you immediately latch onto him. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and his hands go to your waist.

"What? Is he like your boyfriend or something?" The guy behind you scoffs. You forgot all about him.

"Oh! Ethan, this is..." You blank on his name. Wait. Did you ever know it?

"Jack." He supplies.

"Jack! And Jack, this is Ethan." You finish with a smile. Now, maybe Ethan can translate whatever the hell Jack was talking about. "He was talking to me about krypton—"

"Crypto.”

"—Crypto."

Ethan hones in on the arm Jack has propped up by your head and his eyes go hard in a way you've never seen before. If you didn't know any better, you would think he sobered up.

"But I'm sure he's done talking, right?" He asks, but it doesn't really sound like a question. The guy—Jack, tries to size him up, but Ethan's taller than him. And you finally convinced him to wear that shirt you liked that showed off his arms.

"Yeah, whatever. Bitch was ugly anyway." He stomps away. You didn't catch that last part, but Ethan did.

He stares after him with that same look on his face. It makes you uneasy, but it could just be the rum.

"Missed you." You play with his hair and that draws his gaze back to you. He laughs.

"Been looking for you for like," he pauses for a second and thinks, "for like a really long time."

"'M here now. So, what're you gonna do with me?" You press up against him and feel something pressing into your stomach. You're happy to know he's just as needy as you.

You've always been a touchy drunk, but it's only tripled since you started dating him. And Ethan, who is already clingy, always relishes in your affection. You take his hand and slide it up your thigh, under the hem of your dress, and to your bare pussy.

"No underwear." He says into your hair, sliding his middle finger up and down your slit. Your thighs twitch around his hand.

"Easy access." You can't stop yourself from humping against his hand and you gasp when your movements make the tip of his finger dip inside of you. You're so wet that he doesn't even have to wait to push his ring finger in with his middle.

"That feel good?" He asks while you moan into his mouth when he curls his thick fingers along your walls. You can't even think of a response other than a moan. The sound of him pistoning his fingers inside of you is loud to your own ears but drowned out by the music.

You whine when he pulls his hand away.

"C'mere." He takes your hand and holds it tight as he pulls you through the crowd, but not towards the stairs. He pulls you further into the basement to a corner with a vacant couch.

It's darker here, secluded. He turns back to you with a boyish smile and you smirk. You push him onto the couch and you don't wait for him to settle before you straddle his thighs.

You kiss up his neck and nip at his jaw. It's his turn to whine when you pull away.

You hook your fingers under his waistband. "Can I?"

He nods his head enthusiastically. "Definitely. Yes, yeah."

You unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. He hisses as you pull him out through the slit in his boxers. He's warm and heavy in your hand.

His chest heaves and he looks up at you with his big, brown eyes as you lightly trail your nail along the vein that runs up his shaft. You can just make out how flushed his tip is and you rub your finger across it.

"You're so wet." You giggle and he bucks into your hand. You could keep teasing him, but you're just as desperate as him.

You hike your dress up and line his head up with your slit. You lower yourself down slowly, then all at once. Ethan lets out a punched-out breath and his hands hold onto your thighs. Blunted nails dig into your skin and you rise up and down.

"You love me, baby?" He nods into your neck, arms wrapped tight around your back. You both grind against each other and he grabs your hips moving you against him harder and faster than you could have alone.

You throw your head back with a moan while he mumbles incoherently into your neck. "So good. You feel so good."

"Guys!" You look over your shoulder and see Chad pushing through the crowd, a bottle of vodka he brought with him to the party in hand. "I've been looking all over for you." He grins down at the two of you.

"Hi, Chad." You greet him breathlessly with a dopey grin and he pauses. You bite your lip when Ethan bucks up into you and Chad's eyes go to your mouth.

"You two been over here the entire time?" You nod and you and Ethan both look up at him with lidded eyes, pupils blown.

The couch bounces, moving you and Ethan as Chad sits beside you. He's so close that his thigh presses against yours and Ethan fidgets under you.

You look down at him and he's flushed a pretty red under the neon lights.

"Pretty boy." You say and soothe your thumb across his cheek as he half-heartedly complains. You know he loves the attention.

Chad takes the cap off the bottle and takes it to the head. You track the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows and Ethan's grip on your hips tighten.

"Wanna shot?" He asks you and you nod. "Open." He says and you do. You tip your head back and open your mouth wide enough for him to pour the Svedka in. It burns on the way down, making your head spin and chest warm.

"Ethan?"

"Ye–yeah, yeah," he clears his throat, "I'll take a shot." Ethan opens his mouth like you did, but a little dribbles out the side of his mouth and down his chin. You lean forward to lick it up and he almost chokes. You can't help it when you start rocking back and forth, he's just so deep inside of you.

Chad laughs and you both look at him confused.

"You're not exactly being subtle." He gives a pointed look to where your dress hides where you and Ethan are connected. You clench around him and he lays his head along the back of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Well," he leans back and puts his arm behind Ethan's head, "Don't stop now." You look back to Ethan and you both have the same dumbfounded look on your faces. You're not against it and Ethan shrugs. Which is surprising, since he's definitely the jealous type.

You're hesitant at first, but as soon you rise, you forget all about being watched. You drop back down and gasp.

"Fuck," Ethan swears as you ride him. Your thighs already burn, but you push through it.

You open your eyes at the feeling of your dress lifting. His eyes are locked on where you're leaving a circle of white at the base of Ethan's dick.

"You're creamin' on him." He grins up at you like he's giving commentary on a play and not on how wet you are. "Here, bite." You moan at the command. He brings the hem of your dress to your mouth and you bite down.

"I wanna enjoy the view."

[biblio-smia]

something about you — two. [ethan landry x reader]

masterlist | requests are open!

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

warnings: not proofread and majority of this was written between 3-4 am good luck

[one.] [two.] [three.]

Despite the proximity of your dorms (and the fact that you and Ethan practically slept next to each other if it weren't for the thin drywall separating you two), you and Ethan didn't cross paths until a week and a half later — not that you were counting or anything. The most you could internally admit to was having fun that evening — and you could admit to keeping an eye out for a tall mop of brown curls (a strange new habit on your trips across campus).

You almost had the senselessness to knock on Ethan's dorm and create an interaction but you talked yourself out of it every time. Ethan was not part of routine before, so he should not suddenly be a part of your routine now.

It was a Tuesday now, and the day was comically similar to how your evening with Ethan started (minus the heat wave) — an ache in your body and the incapability to think of anything other than how soft your bed was, waiting patiently for your return.

The promise of warm comfort straightened your back and quickened your pace, excitedly clicking buttons on the elevator to bring you up to your floor. Not even your floor-mates greeting you on the other side were enough to deter you, but a polite smile was all they got as you slid past them quickly.

The break in your stride only came once you reached your dorm, suddenly snapped out of your daydreams that were so close to becoming reality by Ethan Landry's crouched figure greeting you from the floor.

He was stationed in front of his own room, struggling with the handle in a desperate attempt to get in. Ethan's bag was at his feet, personal items sprawled out on the ground. Clearly, Ethan had been at this for a while. He hadn't noticed you yet, hoping that if he ignored any nearby footsteps, the people walking by him would pretend they didn't see him at all.

"Hey, Ethan," you greeted with a question in your voice, dragging Ethan's gaze towards you. He scrambled to his feet, hoping the blush on his cheeks wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"Oh, hey!" Ethan smiled cheerily, hoping that if he didn't acknowledge his situation, you wouldn't either.

Unfortunately, you were not as negligent as Ethan hoped.

You gave Ethan a curious glance, one that told him his situation was clear to you but you desired clarification before making assumptions.

Ethan cleared his throat, wishing you had ignored him and walked on by to your room. It was getting late and Ethan was sure you'd had a long day, too.

"I... can't find my ID," Ethan explained with a shy hand on his neck.

You didn't know Ethan well, but you could tell he wasn't going to ask you for as large of a favor as you were about to offer.

You pulled your ID out to unlock your door, propping it open with your foot. You reached down to scoop up one of Ethan's notebooks off the ground, sending him a warm smile. "Come in."

Your theory about Ethan turned out to be correct as he opened his mouth, trying to decline and not intrude, but you cut him off before he could get anything significant out.

"Hey, I owe you from last time. Think of it as repaying that favor?"

Ethan couldn't bring himself to argue with the logic and the embarrassment of sitting in the hall until Chad finally got out of class. He also couldn't argue with your shy smile, willing him to take you up on your offer.

Yes, that's all it was. That's why you searched for Ethan in the hallways, imagined having conversations you would never have the nerve to strike up. You owed him. You simply didn't want to be indebted to him.

But you couldn't shake your grin when Ethan nodded, picking up the rest of his things and letting you lead him inside.

Your room was almost identical to his, and both were most likely nearly identical to every other room on the floor. However, your space was much neater. Not a single item seemed to be out of place and Ethan wondered how your room could possibly look like this.

You placed your bag next to your bed on your side of the room and gently took Ethan's belongings to place next to yours; not before setting the notebook you picked up neatly inside. Ethan was almost embarrassed by the sweet gesture. He was even more embarrassed that such a simple action was making him blush so furiously.

Ethan forced his eyes to move away from you; uselessly, he realized, because every spot on the wall revealed something else about you that only fueled Ethan's insatiable desire to learn more. And then, Ethan began to search your walls for something; though he didn't know what.

Warmth spread through his body to the tips of his ears as Ethan examined photos of you with your favorite people next to posters of your favorite things and Ethan realized he was spending too much time examining your walls, analyzing them harder than he had any English book before.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to notice.

You put the contents of your backpack neatly away before acknowledging Ethan again, not turning your gaze to him for even a second before everything was organized. So that's how your dorm stayed so nice.

Ethan didn't mind, taking the opportunity to try and keep his fluster down before you noticed.

You took a seat on your bed with a small sigh of relief, suddenly realizing your body no longer ached for sleep. Your mind didn't want to credit Ethan for it, so you pat the spot next to you, inviting Ethan closer and forcing you to focus on the boy presently next to you rather than any nonsensical thoughts you were having about him.

You scooted to lean against the wall, pulling up your knees to your chest. Ethan mirrored your every action — down to the way you had kicked off your shoes before hopping on your bed —acting more like a small dog than a human.

Ethan hadn't meant to sit so close to you, shoulders touching and knees almost knocking together — but your scent had drawn him in without him even being aware of your effects.

It'd been a while since either of you spoke and you realized Ethan wasn't going to be the one to change that, nervous fingers tapping against the fabric of his jeans as he tried to look extremely interested in your bed sheets. Before the silence became unbearable, you opened your mouth.

"How'd you end up locked out?" You tried to hold back your laughter, for Ethan's sake, but either way the question made his pale cheeks red.

Ethan was pretty easy to fluster. You ignored the way it made your heart dance.

"Well, I put my ID in the back of my phone thinking I could never forget my phone..." Ethan laughed, shaking his curls in embarrassment. "At this point, I need to staple my ID to my forehead or something."

You couldn't help the laughter that escaped your lips, missing the way Ethan's eyes shot up at your reaction, his nervous tapping lessening.

"Oh, that'd be a look. Then all you'd have to worry about is getting down to scan it."

The thought made Ethan laugh and shake his head again. "I was this close to breaking and entering into my own dorm."

"You're a better person than I am. I would've broken the handle 20 minutes in."

Ethan laughed again, feeling his nerves slowly slip away.

"Do you want anything to eat? I don't have anything as good as what we had last time, though."

"We were mixing sodas in wine glasses last time," Ethan laughed. "But thank you, I'm okay." Honestly, Ethan was hungry, but he was entirely too nervous to eat anything right now.

It wasn't like he was too nervous to eat in front of you; he'd done that with little issue before. Ethan was terrified of eating your food, with your silverware, in your kitchen. If he thought about it too hard, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it. He was already struggling in your space; he wasn't ready to take another step just yet.

The two of you decided on watching a movie, until you opened your laptop to a wallpaper that caught his attention.

His focus was on you in the photo, initially, until he spotted a familiar face in the small group of people.

"You know Anika?" Ethan asked, before realizing he probably shouldn't have been looking so closely at your home screen.

"Anika? Oh, yeah! She's in one of my classes. She's the sweetest," you nod, smiling. "You know her, too?"

"Yeah... yeah, she's one of my closest friends," Ethan grinned, and before he knew it, your laptop was abandoned and the two of you began talking and laughing like you were close friends, too.

「 … 」

Your knees bounced together unapologetically now, using your shoulders to playfully shove each other now.

You couldn't wipe the smile of your face and neither could Ethan, perfect teeth biting down on his bottom lip from time to time to try and keep his laughter under control.

There were moments, seconds really, where one of you said something so cracked between laughs that the other had to lean dangerously close in to hear, but then the words wouldn't make it out and then the two of you were left staring until one of you said something that could have or could have not been funny but pulled laughter out anyway, pulling the most flustered one (usually Ethan) to the other's (usually you) shoulder while the two of you recovered.

It was in the middle of one of those moments, lasting longer than any other — or maybe it had lasted just the same and the thought of pulling Ethan's lips towards yours just made the seconds tick by slower — that your roommate unlocked the door and walked in with a curious expression as you scrambled off your bed and away from Ethan.

"Hey!" You greeted, overly cheerily and a little breathless and you knew your roommate was too observant to ignore this.

"Hi," your roommate greeted back, sending a strange look at Ethan and you couldn't help the embarrassment on your face.

"I was just leaving," Ethan lied and you couldn't figure out whether his abrupt exit was your or your roommate's doing.

"Bye," your roommate responded, unbothered, heading to the bathroom.

"I should go," Ethan said softly once your roommate was gone and you couldn't help but want to argue.

"Will you be able to get in now?"

"Oh, yeah, Chad got back from class two hours ago," Ethan assured, not taking in the weight of his words before they had already slipped out.

Not wishing to embarrass himself even more, Ethan bid you goodnight and turned out your door, trying to hide his raging red cheeks.

But he couldn't take back what he said. He'd been able to retreat back to his dorm hours ago... but he didn't.

Even as you locked your door, you couldn't help the smile as you pressed your back against it, just like you had a week and a half ago.

He liked hanging out with you. Ethan liked—

"Glad he's finally gone," your roommate mumbled, walking back in.

"What?"

"That was weird." Your roommate questioned harshly.

"What?" You repeated, eyebrows furrowing a little in confusion. "I just let him hang here because he got locked out—"

"Oh my god, that's like the oldest trick in the book," your roommate laughed. "I'm just saying, be careful. He seems weird to me," your roommate shrugged, finished with the conversation, while you were left with the aftermath of doubt growing in your stomach.

Part of you screamed that your roommate didn't even know Ethan. Another part screamed you barely did, either.

「 … 」

It was now that the universe wanted to push you and Ethan together, testing the limits of your self control. You kept your conversations with him polite but brief, unsure of what to trust but unwilling to give in to a stranger so easily.

This confliction was hard to resolve, beginning to unnecessarily consume the few minutes of consciousness you hung on to before you lost it all with sleep.

It wasn't an issue that required an immediate solution, considering your hangouts with Ethan were not routine and were not going to become one any time soon. It was better this way, you reasoned. The more space (at least figuratively) between the two of you, the more you could control any feelings bordering on extreme towards Ethan.

However, the answer to all your burning questions fell right into your lap at a party; ironically, one your roommate convinced you to go to.

Ethan wasn't at the root of the solution; he wasn't fond of parties. Instead, it was your mutual friend Anika, who you stuck to the second your roommate abandoned you for some drinks, who brought you peace of mind.

You weren't sure how the conversation led to Ethan, or if you had been the one to steer the conversation there. Nevertheless, the end of the night assured you that your instincts were right; Ethan was shy and a little awkward, but he was kind to his core.

You slipped back into your dorm quietly half past midnight, smile lingering on your face (one your roommate noticed but didn't point out). The Ethan issue still ate at your conscious and half-conscious thoughts, but this time your heart sped up and you let it. You still couldn't be certain about any feelings towards Ethan — you'd still need to hang around him a few more times to really make sure of anything but this was a start. Anika's words echoed in your head, her smile as she talked about her friend calming any doubts you had about him. Ethan.

You slipped into sleep thinking about him, with a smile pasted so harshly to your face your muscles began to hurt.

「 … 」

The universe at least rewarded you for your discoveries. You and Ethan still saw each other regularly — as in, in the hallways, coming out/going in to your rooms at the same time. Sometimes, if you were really lucky, you'd see Ethan race towards the elevator, slipping in at the last second, to share it with you.

But these interactions were too brief. You yearned for another evening together, at least a few hours, but the opportunity had not presented itself yet. You quickly realized how difficult it was to find a way to get stuck with Ethan without the help of unfortunate circumstances.

You'd been working up the courage to ask Ethan to hang out, without a broken shower or the loss of an ID forcing you two together. Though, every time you spoke to him, there never seemed to be a good time or the conversation was much too short to fit your request in.

It was a Friday now. In preparation for the weekend, you were working a shift at the local campus coffee shop. The day was crawling on and there weren't many customers at this hour; it was the perfect time to take your break — until you heard the jingle of the door and you held back a sigh.

You turned back towards the coffee shop's entrance, surprised to see Ethan Landry walk in. Perfect! Maybe today you'd have the courage to ask him to hang out sometime — on your break, after you took his order. This was your chance!

The smile on your face faltered once you saw a second person step into your vision, too close to Ethan and with too big of a smile. Your roommate.

What happened to isn't he weird?

You bit your tongue as you greeted the two of them, your voice strained as you did.

"Oh, hi! I didn't know you worked here," Ethan smiled, eyebrows furrowing a little as he glanced between you and your roommate. The roommate that knew you worked here three days a week.

"Yeah, what a coincidence," you laughed because that was all you could do in your rage. You didn't even want to see the look on your roommate's face, so you punched in their order and faked a cheery smile — not unusual at your work, but unusual for being around Ethan.

At least taking orders what all you had to do. Your coworker prepared the drinks and would hand them to Ethan and your roommate, allowing you to take off your apron and head to the back. Not before your coworker caught your arm, stopping you abruptly.

"Are you okay?" Your coworker asked, looking into your eyes with a worry that kind of annoyed you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured, noticing how your arm was still in your coworker's hand.

"Are you sure?" Now you were really getting annoyed.

"Fine," you repeated, breaking the contact. "I'm going to take my break now."

Your coworker said something else, softly after you, but you just nodded before disappearing into the back.

You took a seat, alone now with your thoughts. Thoughts of Ethan and your roommate, of an underlying motive. Did Ethan really not know you worked here? You didn't expect him to, but had your roommate not mentioned it? The questions burned through your had and fused into a throbbing ache.

You reached for the cup of coffee you'd made yourself earlier (a perk of working at a coffee shop), taking a sip before your face cringed into one of disgust. It didn't taste like it usually did, an unpleasant bitter taste sitting in your mouth with the sip. You inspected the cup, looking for any signs of tampering. Had you made it wrong earlier?

You opened your cup. Your coffee was fine.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer In NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 4 -Suspicious

3rd Person POV

"You'd think Gale would've went into retirement after Dewey died." Mindys comment went unheard as she looked around.

Tara was still tending to Y/N, making sure the taller girl wasn't in pain.

Sam had taken David outside to "talk" along with Chad.

She felt a smirk begin to grow on her lips as she watched the two. Tara's hands were resting on the baristas shoulders as she laid down. She watched as they'd glanced to each others lips before their eyes would shoot back up to stare at the other. She kept watching as they'd leaned in before she cleared her throat. The two jumped slightly both faces red as they looked down.

Ship or not, Tara does still have a boyfriend.

"Talk about tension."

Detective Brooks sighed rubbing his eyes as he downed his cup of coffee.

His mind replaying the events that had just occurred as he stood above the lifeless body of a young boy.

His colleagues found the body of the young woman in the theater once they cleared the building. None of the patrons had realized the girl was dead until they had heard the screams from outside. They had run out seeing the scene before they tried to barricade themselves in the theater, resulting in more chaos and injuries.

Paramedics had to tend to half of the theater as they tried to trample each other.

He already knew his boss was going to tear into him once he stepped foot in the station.

Two kids dead and a serial killer on the loose.

He looked to the overhead screen in Times Square.

Gale Weathers not a mere ten feet away.

Fucking reporters.

"Detective Brooks what do you plan to do now that the killer has made his presence public?"

He gritted his teeth, seeing the black haired woman stride up to him.

"When do you plan to release information on the death of Carly?"

He felt himself grow still, somewhat surprised of what the reporter knew.

Her steps and stride were confident as she prepared to interview him.

"Look Weathers I know all about you and right now I'm not in the mood to give you more material for your book."

He stared into the camera as looked to the cameraman behind her.

"No further questions."

Gale looked down as her phone rang as well as many others surrounding her.

Unknown

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She pressed play as did everyone else. Frank Sinatra's voice singing throughout the city as the screens began to replay the recent kill on a loop.

I wanna be a part of it

New York

New York

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Unfortunately, the death of your friends doesn't cancel classes. Which is how Sasha and Tara found themselves in a late Wednesday afternoon lecture with Professor Freddie.

Mindy and Chad had agreed to return to class as well believing it to be slightly safer than waiting around to get slaughtered.

Y/n was released and currently resting in her apartment she was due back at work no later than the following week. Evan swearing to keep the shop running while she was out.

The girls had gone the whole hour paying attention and actively taking notes before he had called them down.

"Now I do want to apologize for the unfortunate events that have occurred, but I just ask if you guys wouldn't mind going over your experience for class purposes?"

Tara stared at the man incredulous as Sasha spoke up.

"Please tell me you're fucking joking." The professor stroked his beard laughing a bit as he leaned back on his desk.

"You're in criminal psychology girls. This is the very core of what we're learning, we as a class may even help you discover who the killer may be." Tara scoffed.

"As if the press outside isn't bad enough, now I can't even trust my fucking teacher."

Sasha stepped closer to the man.

"It sure would be a shame if word got out about you and some of your extra curricular activities with certain students now wouldn't it?" She leaned in a her lips no more than an inch away from the older man's face.

"Especially when one of those students is dead." Tara's eyes widened but she fixed her expression before he could notice.

Sasha turned her hair almost smacking the man in the face. "Let's go Tara."

The shorter girl followed her friend to the courtyard.

They sat at the nearest bench most of the areas blocked off by caution tape and news reporters.

"Tara!" The brunette felt herself grow still at the sound of the familiar voice.

She turned to see none other than Gale Weathers.

"Gale." She was almost happy to see her until she'd seen her blue suit and the cameraman behind her.

Tara sighed as Sasha stiffened again.

Her teeth grinding as she spoke exhaling slowly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Tara tapped her shoulder to calm the girl.

"Go I can handle this." She looked to the shorter girl in surprise.

"You sure?" She nodded going to her.

"Sasha!" Mindy and Chad ran up to her, the massive man picking her up and twirling her around in a hug.

She laughed still somewhat tense as Mindy stiffened as well,

"Hey is that-" Chad straightened up as he went to stand behind Tara who seemed to be getting upset at whatever Gale was telling her.

Mindy following shortly after.

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Kirby was waiting for her cousin in the film room. She had received a text saying she needed her help with a project.

A thud nearby made her jump, the sound of a lock turning putting her on edge.

She ran to the room next to her hiding behind the wall.

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall as the TV's in the room before her began to turn on.

Every screen showing Ghostface smiling and waving at the screen. She leaned in closer seeing a familiar head of blonde hair standing by a television news van.

Not too far off screen Gale Weathers in a heated argument with Tara and the twins. Chad standing protectively in front of a tara who looks close to tears. She banged on the clear window before her screaming for her cousin as the vans door began to slide open slowly.

One gloved hand pulling her ponytail as the other grabbed her dragging her in. The van shook for just a moment before no further movements were made.

Kirby screamed as tears ran down her face, the TV screens turning black as the transmission was cut off.

Bang!

Ghostface appeared from nowhere and slapped the glass. Head tilted as they waved the knife around almost mocking the blonde.

She turned and ran to the nearest door, relived to find it open but still panicking as she wasn't confident on her location.

She hid behind a shelf of videos as a door to the left swung open.

The same heavy boots walking closer, stopping once as she assumed the killer looked around. Resuming their footsteps as they opened another door. The second she heard the door shut, she made a run for it.

A gloved hand holding a knife swung back before plunging forward. Kirby felt a sharp pain and sobbed, she tried pushing the figure away but they were too big. The killer pulled the knife out before swinging again. Kirby's body collapsing as they repeated the motions one right after the other. Blood running from the girls mouth like a waterfall as the killer stood back to admire their work.

Some specks of blood decorating the mask. They took their phone out taking a picture of the body before they fled the scene.

Tara POV

"Are you fucking kidding me Gale?! You go all people should know-"

"Guys!" All of us turned to Mindy. "Where's Sasha?"

"Sasha!" I looked around frantic as Gale looked too.

Chad and Mindy retracing their steps.

I looked down to see some blood pooling to my foot. I followed the path to Gales van, she looked at me before inching forward. Her hand shaking as she went to open the door. Just as it opened a body fell forward.

I felt my scream stop itself short in my throat as I covered my mouth in horror.

There was Sasha eyes wide in fear and one long cut made from ear to ear.

Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I realized I wouldn't have her to get me through long classes or defend me whenever someone had gone too far.

I looked across the yard to see Professor Freddie looking in my direction.

[edupunkn00b]

All Due Care and Caution

Photo by Taylor Fiehl on Unsplash

Virgil and Janus began their legal careers together, fighting on the side of justice.

Now they're on opposite sides of the court room.

WC: 2195 - Rated: G - CW: non-graphic mentions of a car crash, politics, divorce, swearing Written for @tsspromptmonth's Rare Gifts Event. ---

“Virgil Knight for the plaintiff, Your Honor, and—”

The gallery doors slammed open, jolting Virgil in his spot next to his client. “It’s alright, Thomas,” he whispered, ghosting a hand over the man’s uninjured shoulder. The sharp clack of heeled loafers was deafening in the otherwise hushed courtroom and he cast a quick glance back to see if the defendant’s attorney had finally deigned to show his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered, even quieter this time. The slimeball who’d plowed into his client with a four-ton Hummer was being defended by something even slimier.

“Your Honor, Janus Knight, defense,” he purred with a little bow of his head, the supposed show of deference somehow condescending. Only Jay could manage shit like that. “I wish to extend my apologies to the Court,” he continued in a saccharine sweet voice that made Virgil wish he could take a bleach bath. To think he’d ever let that man—

“This case was reassigned to me only moments ago when the previous attorney, well…” Janus made a broad gesture toward the reporters in the back row. “We all have Twitter, don’t we?”

Of course Jay worked for the same firm as Sadow.

“Is that good or bad?” Thomas whispered as the gallery buzzed with similarly murmured questions. It wasn’t every day an attorney was removed from civil court in handcuffs, but it had been the third time for that particular politician’s case. Even those who avoided the news had seen it.

Virgil shook his head, eyes locked on the judge. She seemed to be wondering the same. “And I suppose you are here to motion the court for a continuance in order to confer with your new client?”

“Oh, on the contrary.” With a sleight of hand better suited to a street magician, a sheaf of bluebacks appeared in Jay’s hand. “I am prepared to present my motion to dismiss the case for failure to state a claim—”

“Your Honor,” Virgil interrupted. “Perhaps the defendant does require some time to review the three-hundred and ninety-two exhibits establishing my client’s injuries and the video of the incident taken from four different vantage points.”

He felt more than saw Jay’s eyes finally turn to him, bright sparks of gold boring into his skull. 

“Counsel, approach the bench.” 

Jay glided forward and Virgil followed, quickly overtaking him with his longer and faster stride. He’d be damned if he was going to follow Jay anywhere.

~

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Janus was going to slaughter Sadow. Along with whoever else at the firm who thought it would be simply hilarious to foist this case onto him.

For the past year, it had been an open secret in the surprisingly close-knit community of civil attorneys that he and Vee had divorced—quite in-amicably. Each of the circuit’s judge’s clerks had gone out of their way to ensure their cases were never scheduled on the same day. And Janus’ firm had been careful not to assign him cases in which the Avenging Angel himself represented the plaintiff.

It seemed that courtesy had ended.

Flexing his fingers to hide their tremor, he managed to keep his voice steady and his eyes away from his ex-husband while he announced his motion to dismiss. It was unlikely to prevail on its merits, but if delivered with enough panache and confidence, he could sow the seeds of doubt in the judge’s—and the jury’s—minds.

To be honest, he hadn’t had time to review the evidence in this case, and he bit back an epithet at his firm’s attorney-in-charge.

“Your hubby’s losing his touch.” Chad hadn’t even looked up from his computer when Janus had protested the assignment. “Ex, whatever. The evidence is shabby. He’s turning into an ambulance chaser.” He barked out a laugh. “You must’ve really bled him dry in the divorce.”

In truth, he hadn’t contested Vee’s attorney’s opening offer and had let him keep everything but Janus’ clothes. The custom suits wouldn’t’ve fit his lanky frame anyway. And the suits were really all that mattered for Janus to keep up his appearance. No-one needed to know that, after alimony, he couldn’t afford much more than a shoebox studio downtown and, when he wasn't entertaining clients on the firm's expense account, survived on beans and rice most nights.

He smoothed down his silk waistcoat and inhaled slowly before approaching the judge. Vee moved more quickly than he did, always faster, always in a hurry. He would only slow down under Janus’ lead, with gentle reminders to rest, to care for himself at least as much as he cared for his clients. To recharge. To sleep. The case would be there in the morning.

The soft days of Vee following his lead, though, were long gone. Glancing back at the defendant’s table where his client sat twirling the keys to her near-murderous Hummer, Janus really couldn’t blame him.

~

“Your honor—” Virgil began, but the judge raised a hand to cut him off, then shoved aside Jay’s proffered motions. Her clerk silently collected the stack and began to peruse them.

“No, you will both listen first. Mr. Knight,” she turned to Jay. “Your client pled guilty to reckless endangerment and failure to operate a vehicle with all due care and caution. Are you disputing those findings?”

“Of course not, Your Honor.” The judge might have missed the tic in Jay’s jaw, but Virgil didn’t. He really got hosed with this case, didn’t he?

“Then why are you wasting the Court’s time with a motion to dismiss? Have you actually reviewed the evidence?”

“No, Your Honor,” he admitted, voice steady and chin held high. To the outside world, Jay looked just as confident as ever. But his right foot pointed toe-in and his thumb rubbed the inside of his ring finger. “With the Court’s permission, I would like to retract the motion.”

“Granted. Mr. Knight,” she said before turning to Virgil. “You were saying?”

“Not confusing at all,” Jay muttered just under his breath. “You really had to keep my name?”

“We both chose Knight," Virgil snapped, turning to face him. Was Jay… smiling? With effort, Virgil returned his full attention to the judge. “My client is ready to proceed, Your Honor.”

“Very well,” she nodded. “Let’s begin.”

“Thank you, your Honor.” Virgil returned to his client’s side, steadfastly avoiding Jay’s gaze. He would not allow his ex to pull those pouty little faces and distract him. He hadn't forced Jay to turn his back on everything they'd studied and struggled and fought for. If Jay had to now lie in the bed he’d made with that evil little defense firm, then so be it.

Yes, so be it, he nodded to himself even as his heart clenched at the flash of yellow in Jay’s palm. If he’d brought out a fidget in court, he was only a few steps from a full-on panic attack.

Jay’s first case had ended in a mistrial with prejudice. He’d fled the courtroom, leaving Virgil to explain to his sobbing client that her attacker would walk free. After searching each floor, Virgil had finally found him in a broken bathroom stall, hyperventilating and clawing at his own hair. It hadn't been the first time he’d seen his outwardly suave new husband break down.

But it had been the last.

“I can’t fail another client like that, Vee,” he’d whispered after Virgil had helped him through one of his own breathing exercises. “The stakes are just too high.”

He’d begun job searching shortly after his next case, jumping from office to office before finally joining his uncle’s boutique defense firm. They'd started small, but eventually made name when they began to pick up famous clients, nepo kid DUIs, movie stars fighting murder charges. Politicians accused of bribery—or far worse.

Neither had known it at the time, but it was the beginning of the death of their relationship. Even when they didn’t find themselves on opposing sides of the courtroom, neither Virgil nor Jay was good at compartmentalizing their work. Wars over briefs soon turned their bedroom into a battlefield.

The writing was on the wall. An assistant district attorney who worked pro bono on civil claims and a flashy—and pricey—private defense attorney were doomed. This was their first case together—together as combatants—since the divorce. If it meant finally being free from lingering worry for his ex, Virgil would happily drive the final nail into that coffin.

Shaking away the butter-smooth laughter in his head about mixed metaphors, he swallowed back the nervousness thrumming against his ribs. Finding that calm that now only came in court, Virgil addressed the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, today you will see and hear how Ms. Karen Dars ignored a flashing pedestrian signal then roared through that crosswalk, striking my client, Thomas Sanders. He suffered three fractures to his…

~

Vee’s opening statement was… flawless. It never failed. Vee would clam up and refuse to send back a meal, would mutely let a stranger steal his place in line. He was too anxious to call the doctor’s office and reschedule an appointment. But in court?

In court, Vee bloomed. He stood tall and proud and certain, the weight of his client’s future bolstering him against any attack. It was the first thing Janus had noticed all the way back in law school. It was the first thing that had made him fall in love.

And in the privacy of his own mind, Janus could admit at least to himself that he’d never really stopped.

His heart pounded in his chest, a syncopated, thudding staccato that threatened to drown out his client’s hissed whisper. He wished it had. “Why don’t you say something? He’s making me sound like some kind of villain!”

The judge shot her a warning glare but his client continued. “What am I paying you for? Am I supposed to just sit here and listen while he says all those awful things about me?” Big, crocodile tears welled in her eyes and Janus barely fought the impulse to roll his eyes.

“Yes, Ms. Dars,” he whispered close to her ear. “That’s exactly what we do during his opening statement.”

With a petulant huff, she sat back in her seat, arms crossed as Vee finished his argument. She remained nearly silent during his own opening statement. It wasn’t until the first paramedic took the stand that she raised her voice.

“How dare you!” she shouted from the defense table.

“Mr. Knight, control your client!”

Janus stood and pressed one hand firmly on her shoulder. “Ms. Dars, a contempt court charge will not—”

But she wouldn't stop. Pointing at the paramedic, she demanded, “Why do you think I gave you a tip? For good driving?”

Vee had prepared the witness well. The paramedic clamped his mouth shut and turned to Vee, waiting to be asked.

And Vee did not disappoint.

“Mr. Selnick, did the defendant attempt to bribe you while you were rendering aid to my client?”

Ms. Dars' voice rang out, interrupting any response he might have given. “Yeah, and the dumb fuck wouldn’t even take it!”

~

The courtroom exploded in a flurry of shouts and laughter. The tumult was short-lived, snuffed nearly as quickly as it’d begun by the judge’s gavel and Ms. Dars' first swearing at, then biting the bailiff as he ratcheted on her handcuffs. He took his time and summoned another bailiff to chain her waist and ankles.

“Oh, and you’re so fired!” she snarled at Janus through clenched teeth.

“You cannot fire me, Ms. Dars,” he replied, setting down his phone, a prickly squish fidget hidden in his other hand. “I just quit the firm.”

“Is that true?” Vee asked, nearer than Janus had expected him to be.

He looked up, anticipating a sneer but instead, Vee looked… worried? Janus swallowed and nodded once before packing in the files spread across the defendant’s table. “Yes,” he muttered, bracing himself. Vee could be vindictive and a bit of a bitch.

It was another thing he’d always appreciated. Until it had been turned toward him.

But Vee remained quiet, feet shuffling next to him. Janus kept his gaze low. He didn’t want to watch his former husband walk away from him one more time. His breath caught in his throat when, instead of leaving, Vee hugged him.

“I’m proud of you, Jay,” he whispered. The hug was over quickly, the heat from his always-warm hands evaporating into the climate-controlled air. “I—”

Janus looked up again and there were tears in Vee’s eyes. “Why don’t you…" He smiled. "Why don't you swing by the house tonight? We can talk about job openings down at the DA’s office.” When Janus remained silent, Vee scoffed and started to turn back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Janus, if you’d rather—”

“No!” He stood and grabbed his sleeve. The courtroom, the whole world narrowed down to the bright flash of hope in Vee’s eyes. “I mean, yes… Yes, I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven.”

Vee’s lips curled up into a crooked little smile. “Be there at five thirty and you can cook.”

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 27

ATTACKED

Continuation of day 17: THE CATCH → for greysandmarvelfan & mlgx on AO3

WARNING!!! contains rape/non-consensual elements. (yes, i live for angst and venting what fucks with me through my writing, this isn't new, and we should shut up and move on ok? k great)

“Holy shit, it’s that psycho girl!”

“That’s her?”

Overlapping comments and laughter burned Sam’s ears as she led the way out of the frat party. Her heart still thumped like it never broke from its adrenaline-induced fit that had come with beating the ever-loving shit out of Frankie. She could feel the eyes of the partygoers studying her like she was a feral, stray dog being walked out of civilization by Animal Control. No matter how close the voices to her were or how deep each word was, Tara’s desperate voice overpowered them all. It was her voice blending in and out of another voice that was even more familiar… her own. 

And the thought of what could’ve been with one and what was with the other made her entire being run hot. Very hot, the touch on her back letting her know she was backed by the Meeks-Martin twins actually feeling cool.

She broke out of orange and purple lighting into the crisp outdoors. Moonlight was considered fraud amongst the lively streets of New York, but she didn’t need any source of it to find her way to her baby sister.

She should’ve known better. She should’ve known that Tara would go to the OKB party anyway. She was impulsive and sick of being chained to the apartment, outside of going to her college classes. Sam had begged her—begged her—not to go. 

And Sam never begged. Only for Tara, did she ever. 

This was why. She couldn’t trust anyone, especially after Richie’s betrayal and her secret about being Billy Loomis’ daughter getting out. Either she was the wolf in sheep’s clothing or someone else was. She thought Tara would feel the same, having her own best friend for years betraying her over the orchestration of a fucking requel. If that didn’t destroy Tara’s trust, what would?

But it didn’t matter. Tara was nearly raped at that party, and as much as it was her own fault for getting herself into that situation, Sam took just as much blame. Had she not been in therapy, Tara would’ve never had the chance to make it out the door of their apartment.

There wasn’t much of a breeze to tame the invisible fire burning beneath her skin as she followed Chad, who’d passed her and his sister up with his longer strides. It was then that she started running.

She couldn’t get Tara’s voice out of her head, and every time she replayed it, her vision turned everything in sight into a more distinct shade of red. Until it was blood red. Like the blood that painted Frankie’s face. Like the blood left on her hands. Like the blood still smeared on her lips. Like the blood lingering at the back of her throat. 

Like the blood that was once shed in a similar situation, at a similar time, but with an opposite outcome.

Having Tara scream her name, be trapped beneath a repulsive human being, and barely escaping what would’ve become another tragedy she’d have to recover from was only half of the battle that nearly had Samantha losing it all. 

She should’ve known better.

Because when she was 20, she had been exactly where Tara had been…

—

(flashback / Sam's past inspired by Tanto Amor: Chapter 62 (14:58 - 17:16))

She hadn’t wanted to get caught up in any of this. She’d been a rebel, on the run, and so good at getting herself in and out of suspicious situations, anyone could code her Houdini. But she did not favor Halloween in the slightest. She didn’t like the idea of people hiding themselves behind masks, costumes, and hours of make-up, so no one knew who they were. They all became characters rather than real-life identities, and with that advantage, came a thousand things they could get away with.

All it took were 2 girls who’d befriended her for a few days. They’d begged her to come to this stupid party. They told her she didn’t have to dress up, just come for a good time that would allow her to cut loose. She cut loose more than she let on but always did it on her own terms. No one was going to bark orders at her like her mother had done. No one was going to pin her down and handle her however they pleased.

Until someone did… 

And those 2 girls she thought would look out for her didn’t. They didn’t care. They just knew her standoffish personality and impressive beauty would model a perfect bone for a dog to go chase.

She wound up in the garage, encouraged to go fetch more drinks. And she did it for the sole reason that she could get away from the noise and crowd for a moment. What she didn’t know was that doing so would curse this night into becoming the 2nd worst night of her life, after the night her father walked out on everything their family once had all because of what she did.

She leaned against a long, wooden shelf that was bolted against the wall, holding her head with her fingertips on either side of her temples. Having a drink on a mostly-empty stomach was a stupid mistake, even if she had only taken a few sips. She applied pressure, trying to ease the throbbing pain if she could. 

She just wanted to go home, wherever the hell home was going to be for the night.

Behind her, the door opened, making her pick up her head to look over her shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was a man. He was in all black with the exception of a clown mask covering his entire face. It was white, a tri-brid of yellow, blue, and red paint distinguishing different designs as facial features. Complimenting that were three red horns coming out either side of his face and one at the top of his head. 

He stared at her the whole time, keeping her eyes that did the same. He shut the door and locked it, leaving her to drop her gaze to confirm before looking back up.

Sam instantly felt sick to her stomach, the worst feeling imaginable flooding through her just by laying eyes on him. And it wasn’t because he was in a haunting clown mask. It screamed at her to run, even though there was nowhere to run. As much as she wanted to look away in order to find some form of defense, she couldn’t. Her heart seemed to thump her chest hollow as he began to slowly walk towards her.

She bit back a whimper and replaced it with, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t say a word, just kept coming towards her. That was all she needed to know to figure if she was going to get out, she wasn’t giving him a second chance to speak. He looked hungry for lust. She was young, but she’d been around long enough to know that look anywhere.

She tried to move aside to walk around him, but he did the same and blocked her. She moved the other way, and so did he. So, she did what her instincts were telling her to do. She tried to run.

But he caught her, grabbing her arms and pulling her in, earning a yelp.

Sam felt one arm wrap around her waist, while the other lassoed her shoulder blades, making her grab onto him to get a grip on her stability. But that only lasted for a fleeting second, for he was trying to knock her off balance.

This was when full-blown panic set in, and her rationality was no longer her own. “No! Stop!” She retreated her arm that gripped his shoulder to push away from him. But it was to no avail. 

And still, he said nothing, just fought with her.

“Stop it!” She felt his hold grow stronger around her thrashing. “No-ho!”

Yet, no matter what she did, he handled it better, leaving her struggling whines and whimpers echoing off the walls of the garage.

“No, no!” She began to cry without even realizing it, gripping onto his clothes to avoid falling but still resisting him, nonetheless. 

He caught her around the waist, low enough to tilt her at an angle she had to submit to. The grip he held on her arm was promised to leave a bruise as he lowered her to the ground.

Carpenter tried to brace herself in protest, but she couldn’t, which left her spitting out the only words that she could even process. “Please! No, noooo!” her voice pitched into a squeal as he got her pinned on the floor. 

He straddled her churning legs in the process, leaving him battling for control of her arms.

The burning in her chest and inescapable hurricane running her auto-pilot a million miles per second kept her from putting up the fight she might’ve been able to with a leveled head. She tried to push against him, realizing he was trying to get her wrists above her head. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged him, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please…” Her muscles burned out, leaving him to have his way, yet again. “Ple-hease! Don’t do this!”

But he couldn’t care less. He just wanted what he wanted, still refusing to say a word or spare any hint of vocalization. With her wrists secured in one hand, he began to feel down her flank, squeezing at the curve in her hips and filing his fingers to her beltline, where he found the button to her jeans.

“No, no— No-hoo! Nooo!” She tried to buck, to kick, to twist. Nothing worked. “Let me go-hoo!” There was only one other hope she had left. “Heeelp! Help me, pleee-hease!” She knew they were people by the garage door and outside too. Someone had to hear her…

Right?

The man had gotten her jeans undone and moved to clutch the collar of her shirt, trying to tug it down, but not missing the chance to rub his hand against her breast in the process.

This just made her panic even more. “Somebody, please!” she cried, “He-heelp!” She pulled her knee up to make another attempt at kneeing him off. “Get o-hoff of me— Nooo!” By now, she was beginning to sob, which made her words struggle to come out clearly. Her next attempt to shout was replaced by a desperate cry. Even with her arms pinned, she still tried to pull them down. 

But then he stopped feeling up and down her body and raised his fist.

She knew what that meant, and as much as she didn’t want to live what would happen next, she couldn’t let herself lose consciousness. “No, no, please! Please, don’t!”

It came down hard and fast.

Pain blasted through the side of her head, and then her whole world went black.

The next morning, she woke up and couldn’t remember a thing… She could smell blood dripping out of her nose. She sat up, confused on where she was or how she’d gotten there. But then she saw her pants down to her knees and her underwear in an awkward straddle around her thighs. Then, the pain hit her head and privates all at once.

And then she knew. She remembered it all… And she broke down into tears of disbelief, shock, and horror.

The worst thing about it was… they heard her. The people at the party the night before… they knew.

It was just that no one cared.

—

All of the rage and merciless sanctions that had fueled her for the last however-many minutes vanished the second she caught sight of her baby sister hugging her knees and crying on a bench. It was like they were back in the ages of 6 and 11, Sam about to be scolded by her mother for not watching Tara and keeping her out of danger, like she was supposed to.

It was her responsibility. 

She had a responsibility to Tara, to love her and protect her, the same as she’s always had. She didn’t ask to be an older sister, but she didn’t have to. It was built-in. It had been since the dawn of Tara’s time—to watch over her throughout her life, to bark when she was in danger or lunge when she couldn’t outrun that danger, to run and play with her when she was happy, to hold her close when she was lonely, to wipe her tears when she cried or make her laugh when she was about to cry. 

That’s why she was called a big sister. That’s why Tara had called her Sammy. That’s why she was still a Carpenter rather than a Loomis.

She knelt down next to Tara, wanting to place a comforting hand on her leg or touch her in some way, like she always used to do. But she knew she couldn’t… Not right now anyway. “Tara?”

Before Tara could respond, Anika interjected, “We got her asthma under control. She’s just still really shaken up.”

Both, Mindy and Chad, gave the sisters space as they moved over to where Anika was standing with Ethan, who had ditched the party when they were trying to get Tara out of the house.

Sam didn’t look away from her little sister. “Tara…” Her voice had lost all of its darkness and animalistic traces, leaving nothing but concern and softness.

She was shaking. Her baby girl was trembling uncontrollably, and it wasn’t because of the crying. She slowly lifted her face from being buried in her knees to reveal glossy eyes that held regret, hurt, and fear. There was no resentment, annoyance, or rebellion. Just a longing that pleaded for comfort. For rescue. “S-Sam…” Her voice was quiet and delicate, close to breaking with the quivering of her lips.

“I’m here,” she assured her, reaching her hand up to gently caress her shoulder. “I’m here, Tara.” She could feel her own emotions start to get the best of her, but until she certified her sister’s safety, she’d hold them all at bay.

“Sam,” Tara choked out, “You were right…” She had to take a moment to keep herself from drowning in more tears, her breath hitching as she sucked in some air. “I-I never should’ve g-gone…” Then her face creased, and she broke down. “I-hi’m so so-horry!”

But her big sister shook her head, “No, no, no, love, it’s not your fault.” She moved up onto the bench as Tara dropped her legs, showing that she wanted to be held. And Sam did, pulling her in against her chest and feeling her trembling arms wrap around her waist. She shushed her quietly as the younger began to whimper in between small sobs. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for not getting there sooner. I’m sorry for choosing therapy over making sure to keep you home tonight. Don’t you ever apologize for what someone else did to you. You did nothing wrong, Tara.” She promised her all of this through a blurry lens of her own tears. Her voice dropped to a whisper after placing a loving kiss on Tara's head, “Nothing wrong at all…”

Tara clung to Sam’s waist, holding her tight as if someone was going to try to take her away. Maybe in another world, she’d have been stopped by Mindy, Anika, or Chad from following Frankie up those stairs. Maybe in another world, Sam would’ve showed up, and she would’ve been completely embarrassed. Maybe in another world, instead of sitting on this bench, they’d be standing-off in the street, shouting about where they’ve been and where they planned to go—how one was able to move on and the other was still stuck.

Maybe in another world, she’d have told Sam that she had to let her go…

Not tonight, though. Tonight, she wanted Sam to hold onto her forever.

“Thank you for coming, Sammy,” she whispered, hugging her tighter. And she felt her head be kissed again, while a comforting hand rubbed her back, the bowing of her guardian angel’s head leaving her long, black hair to shield her face from the rest of the world. She was safe in Sammy’s embrace.

And Sammy replied. 

“Always.”

i don't know whether to apologize for writing this THIS way or not, but i'm sorry??

special thx to @doctorwhoarchive for chatting with me about Tanto Amor (yes, u told me i had a while to go before reaching this part in the show, but there were 3 problems: 1) i'm too curious for my own good 2) i piss myself off for no fucking reason, and 3) i have access to YouTube so I WENT TO FUCKING FIND IT BC STUPID FUCKING ME and so here we are) i don't blame u tho, dw! much love 🩶

All my best ♡ - parker

[marishoodie7]

can you write abt sam n tara acting like little shits in public to embarrass each other as much as they can? i just wanna see them girlies happy n it’s a fun headcanon that they try to embarrass each other like kids as much as possible to make up for the time sam was gone

also sam n tara at chuck e. cheese or dave n busters would be rlly funny (sam can say tara’s under 12 to get the discount)

“and she’s eleven.“

“sam i’m twen-“

“SHE’S ELEVEN.”

Absolutely! Oh this is going to be so fun to write…

No warnings, a little swearing though

When Sam first heard about Chad and Tara’s first date she was getting ready. Tara was in the other room laughing on the phone.

“Hey Tara? Who are you talking to?” Sam couldn’t help but be a little suspicious, ok? It was only a month ago that her and her friends (including her sister) had been targeted by a masked serial killer. And that wasn’t the first time it had happened either.

“Chad!” Tara yelled from the other room, a beat passed before there was more laughing echoing through their small apartment. Sam finished brushing her hair before grabbing a bag and her keys, pausing by the door.

“Hey Tara! I’m going to the mall, do you need anything?” She exclaimed to her little sister. Jesus, she was getting tired of all this shouting. Before she ask Tara to come out of her room, Tara stepping into the kitchen, pocketing her phone.

“Uh, you know what? Yeah. I think I’m gonna need you to pick up some perfume for me.” Tara asked as she grabbed a can of sparking water from the fridge.

“Sure. Is that flower scent you like good?” Sam replied as she grabbed her pepper spray from the tray near the exit.

“Yeah thanks Sam.” Tara responded as she dug around her backpack for some money. Once she found it she handed her sister about 40 dollars. As she retreated back to the kitchen Sam raised her eyebrow as she looked at the money in her hand.

“40 dollars for perfume? We could use that money for other stuff you know. What’s the occasion?” Sam asked with a grin, she knew by the way her sister blushed at the question it must have something to do with Chad.

“He asked me out on a date. We’re meeting up tomorrow.” Tara said, barely able to hide a growing smile.

“oh? And you were just gonna keep this from me?” Sam asked as she poked her sister playfully.

“Hey! Sam stop! I was gonna tell you!” Tara cried when she broke free from her sisters teasing.

“It’s kind of a big deal, this is our first official date.”

Sam smiled as she grabbed her sisters arm and pulled her out of their apartment, ignoring Tara’s protests.

“Well than in that case, you’re coming with me! We’re gonna have a little girls shopping day!” Tara groaned as Sam dragged her down the stairs and onto the busy New York sidewalk.

“Uh uh, I don’t wanna hear it. We’re going, like it or not.” Sam said as she walked briskly towards the mall. Tara was barely able to keep up with Sam’s strides.

“Ugh Sam you’re not my mom and I’m not letting you dress me in little outfits like your own Barbie.” Tara protested as she weaved through the crowds of people scattered around the street.

“I’m offended you would even think that! My fashion sense is pretty good, I don’t use TikTok as my personal stylist.” Sam retorted as they neared the mall.

“First of all, I don’t even use TikTok, second of all I’m surprised that you even know what that is, aren’t you like, 30?” Tara smirked as Sam reached out to grab Tara, who ducked out of her reach and raced ahead towards the mall. She rushed through the glass doors and into the shops.

Despite what Tara initially thought, shopping with Sam wasn’t all that bad. She got the perfume she wanted and even managed to get a shirt. Sam did cast disapproving glances in her direction every time Tara looked at crop tops or anything slighted revealing, and every time Tara teased Sam for acting like an old woman. Eventually they got tired of shopping and decided to take a break to eat something.

“Hey Tara! There’s a diner across the street, what do you think?” Sam asked as Tara grabbed her bags of the floor and got up from the chair she had been sitting in.

“As long as they have burgers I’m down for anything.” The younger sister answered, and they headed out of the mall and made their way across the street. They had been lead to their table by a lanky, awkward teenaged boy.

“What would you two like for drinks?” He asked. The diner lights reflected off his ginger hair.

“We’ll have two cokes, and can I get a kids menu for my sister here? She’s twelve.” Sam said as she flashed their waiter a sly smile. He was young, but Tara doubted he was that stupid. This was by far one of the more crazier things Sam had attempted when they were together.

“Sam I’m twe-“ Sam frantically cut Tara off, as if she actually had a chance to convince the waiter at all.

“She’s twelve.” Sam said sweetly. Her cheapskate ass was obviously laying it on thick for that discount.

“Uhm miss, she looks twenty to me- no offense though.” He added.

“Aren’t you two those girls from that Ghostface attack?” The boy asked excitedly. Tara wondered if he was about to ask for their autograph.

“Yes. We are.” Sam responded, suddenly cold and cautious. He had hit a nerve.

“Well in that case I’ll have to give you a discount anyway!” He said, grinning. Tara side eyed him, but Sam just seemed glad to be getting her discount anyway.

They ate their burgers and left with the intention of heading right back to their apartment. That was the plan until Sam spotted an arcade on their walk home.

“Please Tara! I swear I’ll only be 5 minutes!” Sam begged as she pulled on Tara towards the entrance.

“Whatever. But you have to promise to be quick.” Tara caved, of course. Sam was the older sibling plus she had the keys. So it was either be dragged to the arcade or be locked out of her apartment.

“Promise!” Sam smiled back and stepped happily into the colorfully lit building. Sam ended up taking way longer than five minutes. She forced Tara to join a competitive game of basketball, then roped her into playing that Jurassic Park shooter game. Tara honestly didn’t know why she said yes. The game consisted of an endless cycle in which Tara died, Sam yelled at her, and then wasted all her credits on reviving her. When they left an hour had passed, but neither of them minded. The past month had been a whirlwind of avoiding the press, deflecting rumors, and recovering from yet another attack. Neither of them had found time for each other, but they needed it. Tara had spent a longer time resisting her sister, and maybe, she realized, it was time to stop.

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t my best work, I didn’t have time to proof read but I will tomorrow! Thank you all so much for the likes and reblogs on my last Sam carpenter oneshot! I’m still taking requests for Yellowjackets and scream fanfiction btw :)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

pls could you maybe do something about chad being the readers brother and finding out they are dating Ethan ? 💗

Let’s ignore the age issue (reader can’t be younger bc she won’t be at college, but let’s pretend) because a lot of things don’t make sense in horror movies and that's just the way they are

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Falling for your brother’s roommate happened slowly and unexpectedly. It started with shy smiles across the couch on movie nights, then casual lunch dates because you both had a two hours lunch gap on Tuesdays and one evening, Chad was tired so he went to bed before the movie finished, but you stayed with Ethan and one thing led to another.

Now, you and Ethan were in a secret relationship because of the delicate situation. You knew your brother and you knew he would react strongly to you and Ethan. They were close friends, but you were his sister first and Chad was very protective.

You thought you were careful, but one morning Chad was heading to class and he saw you and Ethan together on campus. Your light pink backpack on your shoulder was hard to miss in a crowded place. He didn’t think much of it…until he saw Ethan grabbing your face and kissing you.

That’s when Chad’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with fury. Forgetting about class, he strided over and your lips were ripped from Ethan's, forcing you apart.

‘’What the—’’ A shocked gasp left your lips, cutting you off mid-word, as you saw your brother grabbing Ethan by the collar of his shirt and roughly shoving him against the nearest surface.

‘’What the fuck are you doing with my sister, man?’’ Ethan stammered, searching for the right words to explain the situation, but Chad’s angry face had him stunned. ‘’We’ve talked about this. We had an agreement! No messing with my sister, no thinking about my sister.’’ His grip on Ethan's collar tightened as he glared at him, his anger blazing.

Seeing the genuine fear in Ethan’s eyes, you placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder. ‘’Chad! Stop!’���

Chad looked between you and Ethan, torn between his protective instincts and your request.

‘’Let him go,’’ you asked, holding your brother’s gaze with seriousness. ‘’Please.’’

Taken aback by your plea, the seriousness in your voice made Chad pause for a moment. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Ethan and took a step back. His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered with anger. He turned to face you, his expression a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

‘’We had an agreement, and he broke it. He knew how I felt about him making a move on you, and yet he went behind my back.’’

You get his protective big brother side, but he couldn’t control who was allowed or not to date you. That’s just too far.

‘’Don’t make him sound like the bad guy. If anyone did something wrong here, it’s you,’’ you pointed at Chad, pointing a finger at his chest. ‘’You had no right to tell Ethan he wasn’t allowed to like me. You can’t control people’s feelings like that.’’

Ethan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. ‘’Chad, I’m really sorry. I never meant to disrespect our agreement. It wasn't planned, and I understand if you're angry—’’

‘’You, shut up!’’ Chad snapped, but you were quick to bite back.

‘’No, you shut up!’’ Your loud voice made a few heads turn, but you quickly composed yourself again. ‘’I’m not a little kid anymore. I date guys and kiss them…and sometimes they happen to be your roommate. I know this is difficult for you. You’re scared I’m gonna get my heart hurt, but it’s part of life. Ethan and I may be a hard pill to swallow, but take a big gulp of water because he is my boyfriend and I’m not gonna let you come between us.’’

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[lusnimri]

So... lemme get this straight

Before prepubescent Wriothesley murdered his foster parents and set the rest of his family free, he was trying to escape them for a period of timeit's never specified in which he roamed the streets for long enough to develop several gauntlet prototypes that he even outgrew the need to use chemicals, all while Visionless? And once he was a teenager and had finally committed/was convicted for the crime, he chose some dude with a long and complicated name in an obituary as his new name and that day to be his new birthday? And when he was first taken down to the fortress, his Vision first appeared ontop of the registration ticket he was about to hand over to the registrar who was kind enough to secretly warn him that he should hide it and even handsew the vision inside of his own clothes? And, assuming he hadn't received a formal education under his foster parent's care, this impressionable little guy received the bulk of his introduction to Fontanian history through listening to the theories of imprisoned and crazed researchers? And this underdog gradually became the "richest" Coupon-holder in the entire fortress only to have all of them confiscated by the previous administrator over one night? And he challenged that administrator to a duel only for them to flee (most likely out of fear of getting killed by the guy convicted of murder) the day he was supposed to walk free just so no one could sign off on his papers and so he could serve the maximum sentence down there? And that very same day he just takes it in stride, rolls up to the office and became the next administrator himself, even declining a formal ceremony establishing him as the new administrator?

what a chad