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[tilvcei]

Hobie Brown x Artistic/DIY Reader

Y'all are already EATING TF out of part one. Anyways. Here more of him ❤️💙

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Warnings: maybe spoilers for ATSV, IDK. Reader's in the punk scene and from Hobie's universe. Whole lotta projection. Canon-typical injuries

Features personal Hobie HCs I guess. It's just self indulgent (and for the rest of y'all too I guess)

Please RB, likes alone don't do anything for the algorithm!

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You don't even need to turn around to know he's there. The smallest footsteps led from your window, a tiny breeze brushing the side of your face.

"Spidey."

You finally glance up when he huffs, sketchbook forgotten as you catch sight of a new gash along his chest.

He waves off your attempt to look at the area.

"'S fine, luv. Just a scratch."

"Just a - for the love of - ugh!"

You drag him onto the couch as you brush past, a quiet laugh meeting your ears as you rummage through the medicine cabinet around the corner.

"It's really not that 'orrible!"

Even with his protesting, he shrugs his jacket off with a wince, pulling the top of his suit up so you can access the newest wound on his torso.

He can vaguely hear you scolding him, telling him that the city needs him to be less wreck less, but he has one little, uninterrupted train of thought:

This is NOT how he wanted this to go.

The original plan was simple: show if like he'd done a time or twenty, tell you that he trusts you enough for something, then wham! Mask off!

But no. Here he was, shirtless on your couch, shaking in an attempt to stay still for your caring hands to work on him.

Still..

It had to be salvageable.

"-and without you, Osborne would've gotten his filthy grip into our movement, but NO, you were there to stop him -"

"How long are you planning to repeat yourself?"

You sighed, and he winced internally.

Okay. So not like that.

"I'm just worried about you, y'know?"

He nodded gently. "I can tell. Pretty obvious, actually."

You rolled your eyes, going back to work. "Yeah, well. You're our city's hero. Cheesy, yeah, but it's true."

He sucked in a quiet breath. "Yeah? If I'm the city's hero, then you're mine."

You look up at him, speechless. And he grins, hand coming to the bottom of his mask.

Plan - back on track.

"Cheesy, yeah. But it's true."

You're still staring, more in awe now, as he removes his spiked mask. He watches your eyes flicker from his coils to his multiple piercings, lingering momentarily on his lip before meeting his eyes. He's still grinning cheekily as he leans forward, stifling a groan as his newly tended wound shifts.

"Wow.."

He barely hears the word, instead feeling it roll across his chin from where you're kneeling in front of him on the couch, and his smile widens.

"That's what I thought when I saw you."

And he knows you were already hooked - everyone is, he's heard - but now you're just staring, taking him in, and he feels.. loved.

It's odd, after everything he's been through. But he can't help but revel in it, hand coming forward to cradle your cheek.

"Are we.. wow."

He leans forward further, straining against his gash, but sighs when you push him back upright before sitting next to him on the couch.

"Don't strain that."

It's crosser than he expected, but he can't help but chuckle. "Whatever you say."

"Doctors orders."

You lean forward, barely, and he follows suit. The new angle is more comfortable anyways.

"I don't like taking orders."

You know.

"What about.. significant other's suggestion?"

He leans forward further, hand coming back up to hold you.

"I could do that."

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Part 3

[tilvcei]

I’m back :D small break I had but I’m for sure back! thanks for being patient, my loves.

[tilvcei]

Sweetheart, this gift is perfect. I’m gonna cherish this forever, and literally— FOREVER.

⋆ kill her, freak out — amber freeman.

warnings: angst, murder, grief.

notes: inspired by that thoroughbreds scene. written as poc! fem!reader but can be read regardless. i love you + i'm sorry in advance. enjoy. 🤍

gifted to: all my amber girlies. this one is quite literally for you. but also especially for @final-g-i-r-l, one of my favorite blogs. as always, this is also for @ang3lik, @illvcei, @lovercharms, and @lovingmnm.

Sitting outside of the house of someone you love with the intent to kill them is a softer form of suicide, Amber finds.

She stares blankly out of her windshield, eyes settling on the darkening sky before refocusing to follow a thin crack in the glass. Her head lists to the side, the long black strands of her hair slicing her vision into uneven portions of the dying sun. 

She's come to you with her guard down. She's allowing this kill to hurt her. If she doesn't do it, Richie will and that's only because it's a tender, painless death that won't leave a bloodstain on his pitiful hands. Plus, it's you and even if you hate her from beyond the grave for the rest of your life, even if you and the rest of the world never believe her, she loves you. 

She loves you and she means it and so she's crushed one too many sleeping pills into a soft pink powder and mixed it into a bottle of rose lemonade. She's driven here with it rolling around softly on the floor of her car, the glass textured like sea glass and colored a child-like powder blue. 

She doesn't want you in pain. She doesn't want you gasping for air while you lie bleeding out on the floor in front of her. Amber wants you looking up at her from where you're leaning on her on the couch, eyes fluttering closed and chest rising until it can't anymore. 

She doesn't particularly know if God is real but if he is, she wants him to know that this wasn't your fault and you deserved to be let in. Her throat is tight and so she gets up, the bottle secured in the soft lilac bag you thrifted for her. 

As she closes the car door and puts away her keys, you come out of your front door with a large smile that creases your eyes closed. You're in a massive cream sweater, with two black stripes running down the collar. Your legs are miles of warm skin, and you seem taller than you've ever been. 

"Amber," you call out and your voice is so full of fondness and invitation that she almost falls back into the side of her car to steady herself.

She clutches at the leather arm of her bag and begins the longest walk of her life down your driveway. Your hair is pulled away from your face in a ballerina's bun, the golden ends of the bobby pins catching the dying rays of the sun. Your face is bare, shining because you've just finished your night routine (she knows everything about you).

"Hey, [Name]," she says back with a slow smile. 

You laugh because you laugh at anything and walk off the steps to meet her, bringing her in for a tight hug. She clutches you right back with fervor, tucking her face into the side of your neck and breathing in the notes of ylang-ylang and jasmine that make up the perfume you always wear. 

While Woodsboro was a small town, you made it seem large. If she wasn't here to do what she was going to do, you would've left and made it big. You would've left and promised to come back for her, and you would've come back for her, and if she lets herself get carried away the two of you would've gotten married and maybe Amber would ask you to have a baby.

And maybe you would say no, not because you'd be a terrible mother, but because you were never domestic and it wouldn't make you happy. And Amber wouldn't care because you were and always would be enough and the two of you would never come back and would leave everyone in this suffocating town with its suffocating history where they belonged. 

But she's not letting herself get carried away and she's here now: in the driveway, hugging you to hide her face and holding your hand when she pulls away, squeezing it so hard your bones crack because she needs you to know she's sorry and that she loves you. 

There's a small bark and Amber turns to see your little Maltese puppy waiting for the both of you inside, his little ears standing straight up with excitement. You named him Honeymooner because you loved Thoroughbreds and watched it so many times that you had the final monologue down. 

"Oh hi, sweetheart. I was just coming to give you a big hug," Amber croons to him and he yips playfully at her.

Her voice is deceptively soft, the rarest part of her making an appearance for what she knows will be the last time. 

You glide past her as she picks him up, calling over your shoulder to see if she wants anything to eat.

"No!" she shouts back.

If she eats, she'll throw up.

You walk out of the kitchen with a bowl of cherries and two glasses. Amber had told you that she was getting your favorite lemonade because you deserved to be spoiled. You had thought nothing of it, had told her that you loved her, and she had said that she loved you more. She'd taken a screenshot of the messages, printing them out in gloss photos so that she'd have your lowercase sentiments forever. 

You sit on the couch, your sweater peeling off of your shoulder and pooling around you. You turn on Ponyo because you've wanted her to watch it forever and she's humoring you because it's the least she can do. 

Amber sits next to you, her weight so familiar and welcome. Her thigh is warm against yours and she cups the side of your face for just a moment with an unreadable expression on her face. 

You want to ask her what's wrong but something tells you that she won't answer, so you just kiss her palm and adjust the two of you so that you're against each other. Your parents aren't home for the weekend, so the house seems bigger than normal. You're glad you're not alone. 

She reaches forward, hair now piled on top of her head in a loose bun, to pour out some lemonade in your glass. Hers is empty and you raise an eyebrow.

"I bought it for you," she says while pushing you gently. "You know I hate this shit. It's too sweet."

You laugh and say thank you, clutching the glass to your stomach after taking a long sip. The movie's bright colors are soothing; maybe it's the childhood nostalgia combined with the presence of your best friend that has you lax and teetering on the edge of sleep. You almost drop the glass but manage to drain it before handing it off to Amber so that she can place it on a coaster. 

The world is going quiet, going out of focus. There's the distinct sound of someone crying but as you reach out your hand drops. You aren't able to make it very far. Honeymooner is sitting on your legs; somehow, your face is in Amber's lap, and she's saying something to you, louder and louder. 

You can tell she's distraught and you try to soothe her. You're just going to sleep, you're not going away. She's talking so close to you, speaking softly and stroking your hair. You smile without teeth and turn your face into the warm pillow of her stomach, chest rising as you settle into the comforting haze of your closed eyelids. 

For a moment you think of making more of an effort to wake up so that you can tell her you really love her. She already knows, your brain tells you. Its voice sounds like you when you were a child. 

⋆ 

Amber only cried like this when her mother died. 

Her throat is torn to shreds from the way she's sobbed for the last twenty minutes. The house is empty and no one is home. No one is coming for her. You're not with her anymore. 

Honeymooner has gone from sitting on your legs to sitting on your chest, whining softly as he noses at your lips. She's shifted from holding you to melting down onto the floor next to the couch. Her hand is holding your right one because it's slid off of the side and it's still warm. 

She's still making little choking noises with her knees to her chest, but she knows she has to go. Amber rises to her knees, the carpet pressing into them. She kisses you once on the forehead and twice on your cheek. She lays her cheek on the lukewarm skin of your shoulder, the sweater leaving it unsheltered. 

Her hands shake as she rises and she feels bile rise up because she can't leave without you. To leave you alone, to leave you here with no one to find you till Sunday morning is the worst thing she's ever done. This is her most unforgivable sin. 

The scene is perfect. It looks like an overdose and the journal you've had since you were thirteen will corroborate the motive.

She's being irrational, this she knows. Her grief is so consuming that when she fully goes to stand she falls to the side of the table and sends the bowl of cherries toppling over. 

Amber collects them in the channel of her hands, holding them against her before dumping them back into the ceramic bowl and taking them with her as she goes to leave. She holds her bag loosely and goes to look at you, but the weight of her actions lances through her like a spear. 

She turns and goes upstairs, walking into your room with her eyes closed so that she doesn't kill herself too. She opens them for one minute, to make sure she's grabbing the right perfume bottle and that it's carefully placed in her bag. 

Her need for memory, for remembrance, might be what slips her up but she'll take the chance. You were worth that. She leaves the way she came, closing the door behind her with a sick finality. 

As she makes her way back down the stairs, she turns to the living room where you're lying lone and sweet. Your bun is perfect, your feet stretched out and your mouth parted just slightly. Honeymooner is quiet now, his little body shaking. 

She doesn't know if dogs feel grief but she knows that he must understand that his mum is gone. You loved him more than anything and just like her, he's feeling the withdrawals. 

She knows it's stupid but she walks back over and picks him up, leaning down so that she can kiss you tenderly. She says she's sorry and the apology is thick through the tears. 

The front door is heavy as she opens it, and she steps out, closing it slowly as if she might wake you up. The walk to her car is unremembered, but she recalls how Honeymooner is small in the passenger seat, his fur dark and stained with her tears.  

He whines for you and Amber pulls over, unlocks her phone, calls to you too.

© ncllcraines

[tilvcei]

i checked the mail and my big kiss is YET to come 🤨

OOOP, IM SORRY, HERE ARE THE BIG SMOOCHES LOVE *sloppy affectionate smooch* ☺️

[tilvcei]

your definitely getting a big kiss for this >:3 !!

⋆ gonna cut my teeth, are you watching me? — ethan landry.

warnings: suggestive content.

notes: written as fem! black! reader but can be read regardless. enjoy x

gifted to: nonnie that requested it ! and as always: @ang3lik @illvcei @lovingmnm

You know he's not as shy as he acts from the beginning. 

It's interesting, you observe, how people can slip under the radar when they dumb themselves down to fit in the cracks. You're manipulative on your own so it's easy to pick out a ruse. It's also entertaining to watch it. 

You catch it in the little things like the way his brown eyes darken and narrow, losing the lost doe look. You catch it in the little things like the way his mouth twists in displeasure when he deals with Tara and Sam. To give credit where credit is due, you wouldn't catch it if you hadn't been sleeping with Quinn a couple months back.

She was the same way: slick with her anger and sweet but in a way that made you think of burnt sugar. You used to joke that she and Ethan could be related with how much they behaved similarly. Her face had dropped, her eyes brightening with surprise and creasing in thought before smoothing out. She'd laughed and leaned over, her sticky lipgloss laying a vanilla trap against your full lips. You'd caught it though. 

The two of you didn't last. 

Ethan was similar yes but he surprised you more. He was smart, no doubt about it, and if your hunch was right he had an inclination towards violence. But still, it was interesting to see how he reacted when it came to you.

You made it no secret how much you liked him. It wasn't your nature to act benevolent and passive when it came to love. Crushes consumed you, you cut your teeth on your desire. They weren't frequent but when they were there it was like ground zero for an infection. It clawed its way inside of you until you choked on it, until you couldn't swallow it down forcing you to taste the blood in your mouth.

You had always been like this and your mum liked to say that you'd end up stranded because of it. You didn't mind: you had fun. 

So from the get go, you came on strong. You weren't a nice girl, not by a long shot but your ire had to be earned, but to the group you were read as bubbly and luminescent, glowing with joy and kindness. 

You were a force to be reckoned with. You liked variety as Quinn would say, reckless with your romantic affection and unapologetic in your sexual desires. Combined with your tendency to get bored, you had a penchant for sinking your teeth well below skin when you wanted someone. 

Ethan doesn't know what to do with that, that much is obvious. You're playing a game with different rules and it's forcing his true nature to peek out. Even now, with the heavy rock blasting through the party venue and your face an inch away from him, he's fustrated. You roll your eyes. For the love of fucking God, he could just lean in to finish the job. 

"Ethan Landry," you rasp and you can't help but smile at the full body shudder you elicit from him. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Really?" he asks, eyes so dark they look black. 

"Don't make me repeat myself. I don't crush on stupid boys. Are you stupid, Ethan?" you ask, leaning back.

The crimson lighting reflects off of your skin, shadowing your body and shaping your face into something stronger. Your smile is sharp and slow as you watch his face, your lips colored a red deep enough to rival blood. Your teeth are a blinding white against it. 

He's not focusing, you note in annoyance. The question flies over him as he hones in on the "crush" part. You laugh and you know he can't hear you but the slick gleam of your throat as you tilt your head back is what you need him to see. Your pearl beaded chain wraps twice around your neck, a dainty golden noose. The diamond-edged cross on the end falls right between the curves of the top of your cleavage.

You know you're beautiful, and he knows it too. You just need him to want you a little bit more. That solidifies your power, your status. And, if you're proven right, that might keep you alive. 

You lean forward, letting your voice keep the high-pitched cherubic tone while hardening your eyes. 

"Are you stupid, Ethan?" you ask again and his pupils dilate. 

"I don't think I am," he answers and you tug a curl, dropping it to trail your oval acrylics over his mouth instead.

"You know you're not. You're cocky," you respond non-chalantly. 

"Lucky for you, I'm currently into that." 

His hand settles along the brown stretch of skin between your leather corset and low-rise jeans.

"Are you?" he asks, tilting his head and you smile again because you see it: the Ethan that's simmering beneath the surface. 

"Can you just hurry up and call me?" you tell him, your eyes roaming his face at your intential phrasing.

An eyebrow raises and after a moment, he smiles. It makes him look younger. You slip a hand into his back pocket and keep it there, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It leaves a stain.

"Don't wipe that off until you're home," you order, pulling away to leave. 

You eye him and then lean back in,

"I'm not subtle. I want you and I mean it. You know this." You cup his jaw. "Don't fuck this up, Landry. Actually, if you wanna fuck anything, make it me instead." 

You finger your cross, spinning towards the exit. You know it's time to go. And anyway, the party fucking blows. 

♡

How you ended up sitting on the quad stuck in the midst of one of Mindy's passionate rants is beyond you. You even tried to run. 

In all honesty, you don't mind that much. She's a true cutie and you like seeing her face light up when she talks about what she loves. Plus, it's a bit endearing how much of a performer she becomes when Anika's around. 

A silver lining does present itself in the form of Ethan sliding next to you, spreading his legs just enough so that your thighs touch and he can get your attention. You turn to him languidly, tuning Mindy out and tuning him in. 

His face flushes as you look at him and you smile in that way that makes Tara say world domination will be slight work for you. You know you look good. 

You're in a ribbed, black pilates set that bares your stomach and consequently the pearl and sapphire belly piercing you'd just put in. You had taken out your faux locs last week but couldn't be asked to deal with your natural hair just yet, so it was braided down and hidden under your favorite headband wig.

It's in the layered style of the 60s a la Mia Goth's new photoshoot (God, you loved her. She was definitely on your kiss list.), the strands settling over your cheeks and making you look softer. It was a bit deceptive, you'll give it that but damn the honey blonde color was to die for. 

You said as much when you sent the link to Anika and Quinn who told you to make an immediate purchase. Mindy on the other hand had begged you to buy a long platinum blonde one instead, complete with dying your eyebrows to match.

You'd mean mugged her but placed the order anyway. She did know what she was talking about most of the time. 

"Hey, Landry," you tease, low and under your breath.

He smiles at you again, pushing your thigh gently with his own. 

"Hey, [Surname]," he teases you right back, his voice finding a place right under your skin.

He stretches and then uses the motion to tug slightly on the neck of his polo, a gold chain sitting snuggly against his clavicle. Your smile isn't as wide as before but your body langauge radiates smugness. You can't give them everything.

"Oh, so you do check your back pockets. Good to know," you murmur.

"I only do it when the hands of straightforward girls find their way inside of them," he ribs.

You laugh and the sound is loud because you were never one to be quiet. Mindy turns toward you both and raises an eyebrow. 

"Am I not giving a critical analysis here?" she complains and you roll your eyes.

"It's critical to call Quinn a slut?" You lean forward so you can see the redhead. "Love you, baby."

She grins back at you and blows a kiss. Mindy's mouth twitches and you know she's gonna crack into a smile if you push hard enough.

"You know what I meant," she tells you and you shrug.

"Yeah, I guess I do," you agree. "Plus, you're amazing at this so it's not all bad." At that, she smiles fully and you poke her stomach goodnaturedly.

"I'm listening, pinky swear!"

Ethan laughs beside you and you shoulder him. Mindy and Anika catch the moment and give you a look. Yeah, that's a conversation you won't be able to escape. 

"Wait," he goes, and you turn to look at him, "does that mean I'm gonna die a virgin?"

Everyone's faces go through a range of emotions including disgust and contemplation. Mindy tilts her head and flattens her lips in displeasure.

"Weird overshare," she says in response.

"You won't if I have antyhing to say about it," you say blithely, examinging your nails and making a mental note to book an appointment stat. "I mean, if I'm your type of course."

There's an amused huff and then a strong hand wraps loosely around the back of your neck, turning you to the side and into a well-deserved kiss. 

You grin into it before kissing back, biting his lip to push it further.

"Give in, baby, not give up," you mutter against his mouth before pressing into him harder. 

He laughs and opens his mouth just slightly, letting out a low moan when you slip your tongue in. Huh, you think, a kissing kink. You'll explore that later. 

You know you have to keep it tasteful so you pull away and pat his cheek. 

"What the fuck?" you hear Chad exclaim, his face almost comical when you glance at him.

You reapply your lipgloss and smear the left over residue over Ethan's lips. Waste not or whatever. You lean back against the bench and meet Anika's open-mouthed expression.

Without looking at him, you speak.

"Good one, Landry." 

"Yeah," he says and the inflection of his voice lets you know that he's barely holding on to the animal you've been provoking inside of him. "I think you're a good one too."

There's the faint sound of someone pretending to throw up and then a following smack that elicits a weak "hey!" from Chad. Tara smacked him then. 

"If I fuck you, you can't kill me," you remark.

That dispels the atmosphere and most take it as a joke. Mindy shouts triumphantly, going on a spiel about how she's not the only one who distrusts Ethan so everyone can suck it.

"No promises," is the response you receive and you look at him in the corner of your eye.

His face is serious. He knows you're not joking and you feel a warm thrum that comes with being proven right.

You feel the blade of your knife sitting against your skin within the confines of your Uggs. Well, you think to yourself, then it's fair game.

© ncllcraines

[tilvcei]

Hii babbyy!!! How are you?? I wanted to check up on one of my favorite people!

I’m doing good! just taking a little break and wondering what other writing ideas I should do for ethan:)

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

⭢ In which: you feel left out and in the blind when ethan hangs out with his new friends and is around tara a lot, he barely tells you anything which makes you think he doesn’t like you anymore and has lost interest in you.

☆ | warning(s): language, alcohol,

☆ | note: I just wanna tell you guys or warn you guys, this may be a bit of ooc!ethan I don’t know, you’ll enjoy this though, I promise :)

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | key: (e/c) means eye color

☆ | REMINDER: nothing in this fanfiction is real, it’s just all written for fun, do not take this seriously. writing is meant to be fun anyways! also do not copy nor translate without permission.

Ethan had called your number, asking if you could pick him up. he was at some party with his friends, he probably got drunk again and is now wasted which makes you think you’ll probably have to carry him inside the car.

You had your car keys in your hand, making your way into the house and once you made it inside you were immediately faced with crowded people who were everywhere.

Making your way through the musty, drunk, and sweaty crowd you found yourself in the kitchen. Ethan wasn’t there either.

"Hey, excuse me-" the bystander was paying you no mind, her phone was in her other hand, she must’ve been facetiming someone.

She laughed, you could smell the alcohol from her breath, making your face scrunch in disgust.

"Hey, excuse me. ma’am?" you said again, trying to get her attention. she slammed her red party cup on the marble designed countertop, turning to glare at you.

She clicked her tongue, "can’t you see I’m talking on the phone with someone? or are you blind or something? people barely have any patience nowadays, it’s crazy!" she exclaimed.

You squeezed the car keys in your hands, sucking in some air through your nose, holding your composure.

"Listen, all I wanted to ask is if you seen ethan? he’s this boy with curly brown hair and a dorky weird smile and brown eyes." you explained, all she did was giggle.

Was she high? no, you didn’t have time for this dumb shit right now. you had to find ethan.

"I haven’t seen no kid with brown curly hair. lemme add the laughing emoji beside that. anyways hotshot, you want a drink? I can make a special one for you." The girl said, grabbing your hand and placing a sloppy kiss on the back of it.

Oh how you wanted to just sock her in the face from just doing that, but surprisingly you didn’t. if that was anyone else who wasn’t drunk they’d definitely knock her out. and you were one of them. but you’ll admit it was kind of nice of her but she was drunk right now— and it made you weirded out and uncomfortable.

Your face felt like it was about to go red, wasn’t she just annoyed by your presence a few minutes ago?

"Yes, yes I know I was annoyed by you a few minutes ago but when I see someone like you? I can make time for it. so, beautiful, what’s it gonna be?" She asked, her words sounded like they were slurring from how much alcohol she consumed.

You sighed and yanked your hand out of her grip, "okay look, I just need to find my friend. and my advice for you is to go home and sleep the alcohol off. alright?" you told her.

"My names Andrea by the way. I think I’ve seen you in my classes, which one is it? uh- English? yeah, that class. I’m not that drunk, but erm, the boy with the curly and weird smile? I saw him talking with his roommate Chad. he’s somewhere in this damn house." Andrea explained, you gave her a slight nod.

"Uhm, thanks Andrea." you said, her eyes had a flash of sadness in them for a moment before she smiled and it quickly went away, "I have this campaign coming up with a couple of people who are interested in science. I was hoping.." Andrea trailed off before handing you a flyer. you took it from her hands, her fingers brushing yours for a minute before she pulled away with a very visible blush which you somehow weren’t able to see.

"I was hoping you’d come. all seats are opened, we just need a few more members and I thought you’d fit the spot. it’s up to you if you feel like it." Andrea said, you stared down at the flyer with a tilted head, reading the guidelines.

"I’d love to come." you told her, but then it completely slipped your mind— you had to look for ethan.

Andrea felt a ghost of a smile appear on her lips, "okay, I’ll see you then. go find you’re friend." she continued and giggled while placing a hand over her mouth.

You nodded and left her in the kitchen, at least she had the courage to speak to you. if she wasn’t drunk then maybe she wouldn’t feel so embarrassed- but right now she felt extremely embarrassed. especially when you had to see her like that.

Making your way into the livingroom, you saw tara, anika, and Mindy. you barely talked to the three of them since ethan never introduced you.

"Hey, I know I don’t know the three of you, but have you guys seen Ethan? Ethan landry?" you asked frantically, Tara recognized who you were.

"Oh, you’re (Y/n)! it’s nice to finally meet you. he’s uhm, over there I think. he’s also slightly drunk. kissing a few girls here and there." Tara explained, you felt the world around you come to a halt.

"She joking. the dude could barely even walk up to a girl or ask her out." Mindy added, you sighed in relief and stood up.

"Thank you, guys." You said, his friends were rather cool. but you really had to get to know them first before befriending them.

Hm, the only place left to search was upstairs. you hurried and fastened your pace, getting through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people. it was weird how you managed to get upstairs but you did not want to go through the crowd again.

As you searched every room for ethan, you could hear what sounded like— moans? no, no, kissing. that’s what it sounded like.

What was this little dork up to again? if he could find a girl that likes him- that’d be the first time he ever got someone to date him.

But they said he was 'slightly' drunk. so what harm could it possibly be? you placed your hand on the doorknob and opened the door slightly.

Ethan pushed away the girl that was on top of him, "Sorry, sorry. I just don’t think I’m in the right mind to do any of that stuff right now—" the girl that he had pushed away rolled her eyes and walked out the room, brushing past you.

Don’t get it wrong, you would always come and help ethan if he needed anything. of course you would. but this? it’s a huge NO for you.

Ethan smiled, "heyyy." he said, dragging the 'y'. he tried standing up but could only find himself leaning against the wall for support.

"I was waiting for you, pretty thing." said ethan, he wasn’t that drunk. they were right, but you were extremely pissed.

Your hands balled into fist, "Are you..serious? you were supposed to come and study with me. not do this dumb shit, and you lied to me too? you told me you had econ. you said you weren’t going to a party with your friends." you stated, reminding him of what he told you over the phone.

"I was at econ. I swear." Ethan stuttered, you stood there with crossed arms, "you keep lying. this is the 10th lie you’ve told me. what is it ethan? why don’t you want me to hang out with your friends or meet them? why— why are you being so goddamn distant?" you questioned.

He didn’t answer and scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I just don’t want you to be around those type of people-" you cut him off.

"But you are? Ethan there’s more than what you’re telling me, isn’t it? you’re starting to change, man." You told him, Ethan frowned when those words came from your mouth.

"I-I’m sorry that I lied. there..there’s really not much more for me to say other than I’m sorry." Ethan replied, fiddling with his hands.

"Sorry? you think that’s going to cut it? Hell no! I come every night to see you just drunk. every single time. when you should be fucking studying with me and working with me! it wasn’t just assigned, I had to do all the work my goddamn self! it just goes to show how much you leave me out now. you’re slacking on a lot of shit. but guess what? I’m doing it alone now. all the shit I do I’m doing alone. alone." you said.

A sigh escaped from ethan’s mouth, he realized what it was now, "you’re just jealous. you’re mad that it’s not you who I’m kissing. isn’t that it?" he said.

a shocked expression came from you, did he really-?

"JEALOUS? How can I be jealous? Half of the time when I try to fit my schedule in for you, I do it because I want us to hang out! I could never be jealous of someone I’m friends with, I’m not on that type of shit! I’ve been there for you since day one. day-fucking-one. there’s always excuse coming from you! there’s no time for me, for us! It’s always them. you’ve seem to have grown very close to them as I see. but I’m the one always picking up after you. of course I’d do that for you! only you. but what I’m upset about? I’m upset that we rarely hang out anymore. It’s been four months, ethan. four months. but you’re so stuck up on your 'friends' that I have to deal with the fact that I can’t even talk to you anymore. not even that, it’s the fact you hardly care what I have to say anymore! you were supposed to be the shoulder i lean and cry on for support. but no, I can’t have that either. but I’d do it for you. even if you didn’t ask, does it look like I care? I’ll only leave out of your life when you ask me to! but you keep disappearing ethan, you only call me or text me when you need me! And I don’t want our friendship to be like whatever the hell this is! I want us to be able to confide in each other and be able to speak our minds to one another without any judgement. and we can’t even do that. what is it ethan? what happened to us? I’m so desperately trying to reach out to you and grasp onto you, to see what changed. what really happened to us..?" you said, the tears were now falling down your eyes.

Ethan wasn’t able to say anything, he stood there speechless and shocked. this is what you expected anyways. he didn’t know you felt like that.

"If you want me out of you’re life just say that. but don’t keep me in the dark, I’m so sick of what you think is right for me. I’m so tired of everyone telling me that! so I’m asking you, to end this friendship either now or I end it for the both of us myself." You told him.

Ethan felt tears running down his eyes, you were his ray of sunshine. his everything. but he didn’t want it to end here like this. you were the only thing keeping him sane and protected.

"Say it already, so we can end this. I’m tired of being left in the dark, I’ve already been through enough. don’t make it harder for me." You said, he could see the dark bags under your eyes and as well as the tired look in your (e/c) eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to feel like that. I’ve never wanted you to feel like that, that wasn’t even my intention- I swear. I’ve just…been busy with some things." Ethan told you, and that was the truth.

"If not then why do I feel like it now? you don’t care about me. I see it now, there’s probably someone else you like. you go kissing these girls just for fun but they don’t like you. I know the truth stings but that’s the truth. they’re only using you to get things off their minds. it’s like having a one night stand." You explained.

Ethan walked closer to you, now the two of you barely inches away from each other, noses almost touching.

"I know that. but lately I’ve only been having one thing on my mind." Ethan told you, cupping your cheek.

"I’m not gonna be some fling, and I’m not like every other girl and guy. if what I’m feeling is real, then it’s real." You told him.

Ethan smirked, "so do something about it." he said.

"Wha-What?" you replied, stuttering a bit from the reply he gave.

He pulled you closer, "I said do something about it, love." he repeated.

"I expected you to kiss me and everything but not this." Ethan said, leaning against the window.

You stopped at a stop light, the music you were listening to earlier was now on low volume, you were bopping your head to the music while tapping at the steering wheel.

The song (< press it) you were playing was pretty nice actually and you’ve grown to love it ever since.

"You done drunk all you can drank~." You sung while tapping the steering while in rhythm to the beats, Ethan chuckled.

"I think that lyric is specifically aimed at me, isn’t it?" Ethan asked, you nodded in answer while paying attention to the road.

He groaned, "fuck, my head hurts. I think those Jello shots weren’t meant for me." he said.

"You think?" you added while still tapping at the steering wheel with the rhythm of the song, he placed his hand on your thigh.

"Thank you for knocking some sense into me back there, I really needed it." Ethan said, you shrugged.

"Like I said, I’d do anything for you. but now you have to be around me 24/7. catch up on the times we missed." You explained, Ethan nodded and yawned.

"m'gonna take a quick nap, tell me when we get there." Ethan said and turned away, he grabbed your jacket from the backseat and used it as a blanket.

You found yourself giggling at his actions, the red light eventually turned into a green light, you were almost near campus which was about 50 minutes away.

You really loved Ethan. you just hoped he would learn from this. cause like he said before: you were his ray of sunshine.

And he’d remember to cherish it this time.

Eh, I could’ve done better but let me know if you’d like a part to or just to keep this as a single and only part of Ray of sunshine :)

[tilvcei]

ETHAN NEVER GOT TO CONFESS PROPERLY :(

Yeah he didn’t :( MAYBE NEXT TIME

[tilvcei]

hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

[tilvcei]

gf!ethan except he tells his dad and sister he can’t kill on sunday bc he and his roommate (who he has a crush on) do sunday resets together and he observes it like a religious holiday cause she’ll get pissed 😭

new theme is beautiful !!!! ( + so are you <3 )

Omg I can actually see this 😭 also thank you for liking the new theme!! also don’t even get me started, ur more beautiful 🫶🏾

[tilvcei]

oml regret was sooooooo good

i need more

IIDHDHSHS I just released the final part, I’m thinking of making a scream 6 fanfic actually! so look out for that :D

[tilvcei]

MORE ETHAN LANDRYY

I GOTCHU !!!

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 PT.3

⭢ In which: it’s finally revealed who ghostface is, you just didn’t expect it to be someone you cared for deeply. if only things would’ve changed. you and your friends start to add two and two together and finally figure out who was behind this all.

☆ | warning(s): knifes, stabbing, blood, death, language, guns, needles

☆ | note: grab your snacks and lean back as this is a long, and I mean long part. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! also, uh, we got a little funny fight between mandy and ethan which I’m pretty sure you’re all here for lol, now, READ 👿

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise. he’s just an add in and a oc of mines. this is all just fiction which is not real, don’t take this seriously.

Tagging 🏷: @fanboyluvr @nellyboosworld @I5byrinth @kittyamore0 @ncllcraines @briefwinnerpersonaturtle

It was now late at night, you had stayed at the shrine with the others, mindy was currently at the hospital after getting stabbed, you just hoped she was okay.

Ethan had left, mandy felt relief when he left cause he was getting on his last nerve. maybe one day he could tolerate him, who knows?

You had took your jacket off cause it was getting hot, mandy was in the lobby checking out some old books. to say he’s been with you through about— everything? tonight is the night to confess to him.

You made your way inside the lobby to check on mandy, he was busy reading a vampire rom-com. knowing he wasn’t interested in them he was just probably bored maybe.

"Hey." you said and sat next to him, he sent you a small smile, "hey." he replied while putting his attention back to book. you looked over his shoulder, you’ll admit that the book was a bit interesting.

"Okay, but why did they have to make this a sequel? I mean, it’s obvious the book is horrible but nobody wants to say it." Mandy spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

your eyebrows furrowed, "it’s not that bad. I’ve read this book before, the reviews are good." when you replied, mandy smirked.

"The rating of this book is; 2.5 stars. wanna explain that?" Mandy questioned, you groaned.

"Well when I was reading it, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, the ratings are bull. do not let me get into the story where I begged my dad to get me another one of those books. cause-" you stopped speaking when you noticed mandy was just staring at you.

What? was there something on your face? Why does he always have to make everything obvious.

"You’re beautiful." he suddenly said, your eyes widened and a blush appeared on your cheeks, "stop and pay attention to the damn book." you said and stuttered a bit.

Mandy threw the book to the ground, a deep grunt coming from his throat. then he looked at you, "I don’t think I want to." he said.

This was the right time to confess to him. It’s been almost a couple of months now, but what you don’t know is he’s been wanting to tell you himself for awhile now.

"I love you." you said, mandy let a gasp escape from his mouth. his eyes widened.

You noticed there was no reply, did he not love you back? maybe it was too soon, you said it to fast. now he’s just gonna leave.

Before you could say anything you felt lips on yours, you realized it was mandy, you wasted no time to kiss him back, he wrapped his hand around your waist as you gave him a deeper kiss in return.

Then you both pulled away, "I love you too." he said breathlessly. you pulled yourself closer into his embrace.

But this happy moment wasn’t going to last forever. a scream was heard and you recognized it as tara’s screams.

You and mandy both glanced at each other before getting up and running towards the direction of the screams.

Once you found her, you saw tara and Sam there, Chad fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood, "NO!" Mandy screamed himself.

That was his bestfriend he just saw get murdered, you looked up and—

"There’s two of these bitches?" Mandy said, they both turned to him and swiped their knifes, the blood disappearing from it.

Sam pushed you and mandy behind her protectively, you were on the verge of tears because everything was just fine a few moments ago.

"(Y/n), listen to me, okay? you see that door over there? Sam will take you and Tara there while I fight these two off." Mandy said, "What? No! I’m not leaving you." you replied, mandy placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Look at me, I’m gonna be okay. I promise you." Mandy said and then pointed behind you, you turned and saw sam and a crying tara waiting for you.

You didn’t move an inch though, you sobbed and wiped your tears away. as much as you wanted to stay, you knew he was right.

"You’ll come back, you promise?" you asked, "always." he answered and pushed you towards tara and sam.

Then he grabbed his bat, sighing to himself, "Okay now this is real annoying. can’t you both hurry up and get this over with? I’m not gonna mock you both. but uh," mandy smirked.

"You both look real fucking stupid in those ugly ass masks. wanna know what you really are? cowards. just like the rest of them." Mandy said, you didn’t hear anymore as sam and tara dragged you inside another room.

———

As you stopped running to catch your breath, the atmosphere in the room changed. Tara placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You okay?" She asked, all you did was nod in reply as tears fell from your eyes. you hoped mandy was okay, and that this was all a dream you’d wake up from.

You held your aching side, the wound reopening after getting hit by one of the knifes. everything was happening all at once that you yourself couldn’t even comprehend.

"(Y/n), get back." Sam said, pulling you close to her, Kirby appeared and so did detective Bailey. you turned to her, eyes wide with rage.

Kirby hands were shaking as she held the gun in her hands, "it’s okay, I’m here now. you-" you cut her off.

"Go to hell kirby, we know it’s you." you said, Kirby looked confused for a second, if it was her then who was the other person with her?

"What? No, I-" before she could finish detective Bailey appeared and shot her in the chest and stomach, your eyes widened.

You turned to detective Bailey, "Wait, where were you? I called you hours ago. and when you didn’t show up I thought they got to you too." you said, he just shook his head.

"You’re so innocent it’s ridiculous." Detective Bailey added, "Wh..what? What do you mean by that?" you questioned, you winced in pain when the blood started pouring from the reopened wound again.

Both of the ghostfaces appeared beside detective Bailey, you looked at the two, what was happening here? Tara pushed you behind her.

"Who are they?" you asked, pointing your finger at the two with a shaking hand, you heard one of them chuckle from under the mask.

"show yourself motherfucker! what did you do to Mandy?!" you yelled, your voice hoarse from screaming.

And when that person took off their mask, you stood there in disbelief. you wanted to gouge your eyes out from just seeing who it was.

Ethan.

It was him. who in the hell in their right mind would’ve thought it was the cute, dorky boy, under that mask?

Definitely not you. instead of crying or anything, you looked at him in shock and betrayal.

He smiled maniacally, his teeth being visible, his eyes were mainly on you, a crazed look crossed his features when you looked away.

"How? I thought you had went to study hall. you lied about that too, huh?" you said, that was not the question he wanted to hear come from your mouth.

Ethan didn’t reply and tilted his head in wonder, maybe you weren’t happy about this outcome but did it matter? it was a fair fight between him and Mandy. he might even brag about it.

Then that’s when it made sense. it was him at the apartment. it was him sending you those notes. all him.

How did you not know sooner? how did you not add two and two together? Mandy was right, he’s always right when it comes down to these type of things. him and mindy. they were both right. but you were too oblivious to see, you just wanted to see the greater in him. give him the benefit of the doubt.

But you were wrong. terribly wrong.

"What’s wrong (Y/n)? not who you wanted to see? holy shit, you must’ve really thought you both could be friends, too bad. he sees you more than a friend, that’s why he killed your boyfriend back there." a familiar voice said, that person took their mask off and it revealed to be none other than quinn herself.

"How? I thought you died." you said, a tremble coming from your voice, Quinn rolled her eyes, "You really are stupid. I can see why ethan likes you." she continued, Sam glared at her.

"Watch it." Sam said, you felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack. this didn’t make any sense. you actually believed ethan had econ and study hall. But that shit wasn’t true, none of it was.

Ethan gave you a frown, "Aww, are you okay there dove?" he asked, you didn’t answer. at the moment all you felt was betrayal and agony.

You told him everything, you trusted him. he didn’t seem like the type to hurt anyone.

"We get ready to run in 3. okay?" Sam whispered you nodded, "Oh sam, let’s not even talk about you." Quinn said, you and Tara turned to her with confusion.

"What do you mean? Sam didn’t do anything to you psychopaths. you’ve all just gone mad." You said, Ethan smirked.

"Everyone goes a little mad sometimes. didn’t your mom go mad?" he said, at the mention of her, you went quiet.

They both made there way to the three of you, Ethan had another mask in his hands, one you didn’t recognize.

"Listen. I don’t know what you believe, but I didn’t commit those murders in woodsboro, it wasn’t me!" Sam said, holding her bleeding arm.

"Yes you did, you bitch! you killed our brother!" Quinn yelled, you turned to her while clutching your injured side.

"I thought you said you’re brother died in a car accident." Tara added, breaking the intense silence.

Wait, what were they trying to say? that Sam killed their brother? who the hell is their brother anyway, none of it made sense.

You weren’t able to add two and two together when you thought Ethan wasn’t ghostface and he was all quote on quote 'innocent'.

"You’re…you’re Richies family." Sam said, Quinn clapped her hands together with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Fucking finally!" said quinn as her knife went right through your shoulder, causing you to scream.

"They’re finally getting it!" another hit came to your leg this time, you let out another scream, tara grabbed a nearby brick and hit Quinn in the face with it, knocking her teeth out and watching as she fell to the ground.

Tara helped you up and you both ran upstairs, you slipped but regained your footing.

'Everyone goes a little mad'. he was right about one thing, but you weren’t like her. you would never be like her.

you made your way upstairs successfully, your throat felt like it was being clogged with nothing but blood. there was nothing there though, Quinn must’ve got you good then.

"(Y/n), tara, I’m gonna need you both to go first. I’ll be right behind you." Sam said, you looked down at your bleeding stomach and kneeled down to the ground, clutching it.

Tara noticed, "hey, hey, what’s wrong?" she asked, her mascara sticking to her face from all the crying.

"I think- I think when we were running, Ethan hit me with something. I don’t know what it was but it’s hurting my body." you told her with a pained sob.

Tara checked you for any injures but noticed a growing bruise on your arm and neck, "Shit, I don’t know what he hit you with but you’ve got about two bruises. can you stand up or do you need help?" she asked.

"I can try to-" when you tried to move more pain erupted from your entire body, it felt like getting poked and prodded by tiny little needles every time you tired to stand.

You were only going to hold them up, "I can’t move. my arm feels like it’s falling asleep." you said, eyes getting droopy.

"No, no! (y/n) stay awake okay? Sam’s waiting for us." Tara said, you nodded and stood up anyways, regardless of it hurting.

"I see the needle helped, huh sweetheart? in about, 10 seconds you’ll be asleep real soon." Ethan spoke, looking up at you and tara with that crazed stare.

How did he even do that so quietly and quick? there’s no way he had a needle there too. but he did, somehow he was even more sneaky than before.

Your leg was now falling asleep, "what did you do? how—" before you could finish ethan cut you off.

"I used a paralysis drug to do that. I know, smart right?" he said with a laugh, all you did was close your eyes and continue to follow tara who had her hands wrapped around your waist to support you.

"I hate you!" you yelled, ethan only smiled, "And I love you too, pretty thing." he replied.

You started running, tara and sam were in front of you, detective bailey had his gun aimed at you, "Go easy on ‘em." Quinn said, referring to you who was running.

Without even noticing, your feet left the ground but before you could fall tara grabbed you by the wrist and so did sam, the both of them trying to haul you back up.

"No, no, don’t— he’s down there." You said, Quinn giggled and made her way upstairs, the blood from her mouth falling out of it, Detective Bailey went off somewhere else which you didn’t pay any mind to cause you were nearly on the brink of death.

It really wasn’t anymore use since you could feel your arm falling asleep after being injected with that drug. shit, you were running out of time.

"Let me go." you said, that was the only solution since there was nowhere else for you to go, "Come on now, don’t keep me waiting sweetheart." Ethan said, you winced at the sound of his voice.

The blood was making your hands slip out of their grasp, "We’re not gonna let you go, just—" you cut sam off.

"Just. let. go." you said, sounding more demanding this time. Tara grabbed something from out of her pocket and put it in your hands, you looked down at it and saw it was a knife.

Even though this whole situation was wrong and bodies were probably everywhere, but weird thing about it..you smiled.

This time you squeezed the knife that was in your hand, you weren’t even scared anymore.

You aren’t like her. of course you aren’t. but there was a resemblance of her inside of you. And that? that wasn’t going to change.

You smiled up at sam and tara, "Go." you told them, they both nodded and let your hand go.

You fell on top of ethan who caught you in his arms. weirdly he was strong for someone who was 'shy' all the time.

"Gotcha!" Ethan said, he wanted you all to himself, and now he got you where he wanted you. in his arms. no one else’s.

He placed a quick kiss to your lips which caught you off guard. you hurried and pulled away, "the fuck is wrong with you? Ethan I don’t know what you think, but I will never ever be with you. I will never be yours. find some other crazy psychotic bitch that’ll like you…" you said and got closer to him.

"Cause I’m not the motherfuckin' one." You said and dived the knife right inside his mouth, "You die a fucking virgin. or better: die just how your bitch of a brother did." you said and twisted the knife, ripping some of his vocal cords.

Blood fell from his mouth and onto the ground, his grip tightened on yours, you felt yourself smiling, a crazed one.

Then you removed the knife from his throat, Ethan fell to the ground with a thud. even though you didn’t want to hurt him or anyone else, what’s done had to be done. or else you’d still be running.

You looked down at your bloodied hands, then you looked over at the mirror, blood was covering your face as well.

Standing up you staggered a bit, hopefully the drug was out of your system by now.

Oh. Mandy. he didn’t make it…

You sobbed and covered your eyes, sitting on the ground and just crying to yourself.

"You stupid bitc—" before ethan could finish that sentence he was shot directly in the chest.

Wait, that wasn’t you-

"Pretty boys die first." said a familiar voice, you searched for the sound of whoever spoke and locked eyes with the person.

You turned around and saw that it was mandy. he was still alive.

"Mandy?" you said, getting to your feet you hurried and ran over to him, the both of you embracing each other tightly.

tears started falling from your eyes, you thought you’d never see him again.

"It’s okay, I’m okay." Mandy reassured, rubbing your back reassuring. Tara and Sam came downstairs and sighed in relief when mandy was in a good condition.

You and mandy pulled away, then turned to Tara and Sam, "c’mon, save some space for us." Tara said jokingly, but she and sam joined the hug.

Relief washed over you and then everything went dark.

———

It was now morning, the ambulance and police had arrived. Mandy and you sat at the edge of the ambulance, Chad was alright thankfully.

Even after all of this was over you still can’t get over how you looked while you had 'killed' ethan. Mandy finished off the job though, so there’d be no more problems for you both.

Hopefully all this would just be over and done with so you could go back to your normal lives. Mandy looked tired, like really tired.

"Where do we go after this?" you questioned, "hm, good question. I mean, we’ve been running for about a year now." Mandy replied.

"So we should stop running. if this happens again we just face it off. don’t trust anyone until we actually get to know them. so what do we do from now on?" You asked, holding Mandy’s hand.

"We trust no one." he answered, you nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling tired tried from everything.

"Love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, mandy."

The feeling of someone watching you didn’t leave after leaving the shrine. but you really didn’t care. all of this was over.

And there we go, the final part! or..is it? yes lol this is the last one. I just might make a scream fanfiction. so look out for that :D !!!

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regŗet was so good omg

Thank you!! I have a part 3 coming soon so I can’t wait for you guys to see that one :)

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 PT.2

⭢ In which: you are in need of surgery after getting injured but tensions grow when everyone grows suspicious of ethan, you don’t believe it’s him but your boyfriend does. and now nobody trusts him except for you.

☆ | warning(s): language, swearing,

☆ | note: part two, yay! I plan to make a part 3 but just need to put together an idea for the ending. also I don’t really know where this is going— I just might make a scream fan-fiction up here :O

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise, he is just an add in and a oc of mines. this is just fiction and wrote for fun, don’t take this seriously.

☆ | key: (m/n) means mother’s name or mom’s name, whichever you prefer. and (l/n) means last name.

Tagging 🏷: @nellyboosworld @l5byrinth @fanboyluvr @kittyamore0 @ncllcraines @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @elliotss

It was now morning, everyone was getting patched up by the EMT’s, your injury was the worst since it was close to the liver. that had to have been an accident— what are you thinking? no it wasn’t.

Mandy had to get his wrist patched up as well, he had a tired look in his eyes. he didn’t get much sleep yesterday since he had to explain the whole situation that happened in the apartment, but his main concern was you.

You tried getting up but only got scolded by tara when you tried to. but of course, you didn’t listen. you sat at the edge of an ambulance, mandy standing next to you.

Ethan then appeared at the scene, his eyes glanced over at mandy briefly before turning to Chad.

Chad scoffed and was about to make his way towards Ethan but mandy stopped him, shaking his head. Chad clenched his jaw and crossed his arms.

"Holy shi..what happened?" Ethan asked, Mandy made his way towards him and shoved Ethan by the shoulders a bit roughly.

"Woah, Mandy chill—" before Ethan could finish Mandy kicked him in the leg, "Where were you?!" Mandy asked,

You watched with concern, you remember ethan saying he had econ. so he had to have been there, right?

"I was at econ, you know this!" Ethan answered, "No, cause it’s mad suspicious you left right before we got attacked." Mandy continued.

"You reminded me, remember?!" Ethan was the one who yelled this time, Mandy clenched his fist, enraged.

"BUT YOU FUCKING KNEW YOU HAD ECON. YOU KNEW THE EXACT TIME. SO I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE." Mandy yelled, Sam noticed this and got in-between the two.

"Mandy, you have to believe me, I was at econ!" Ethan said, "And I was at study hall. you can ask the million of people that were there with me!"

"Alright enough you two. we don’t need this right now, okay?" Sam said, she looked at both Mandy and Ethan, nothing was going well at all.

Ethan placed his hand on Mandy’s arm but Mandy slapped it away, "don’t fucking touch me." he said before walking away from ethan and towards you.

Sam didn’t say anything to ethan and made her way back to tara, he noticed you sitting at the edge of the ambulance, looking down at your hands.

You looked up and locked eyes with him, a look of regret crossed his eyes and he didn’t dare look at you.

Why did he look away? maybe he felt guilty he wasn’t there. but it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know.

"Ethan..?" you appeared by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you were at econ. Mandy…he’s just stressed. we’ve been through this before so that’s why he’s like that. he just can’t seem to trust anyone who’s new to our group." you stated.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, "I’m…apart of the group? you- you think so?" he questioned, and there you go again, giving him that adorable stare.

"What, why wouldn’t I? of course I do. regardless of what anyone says, you’ve earned my trust and I do think your part of the group." you said, Ethan eyes widened.

It was quiet for a minute, but he broke out of his trance, "Did I say something wrong..?" you asked.

"Oh- no! uhm, I just want to say thank you. because you believe me. I’ve always tried to gain mandy’s trust but I just for some reason can’t. does he hate me or something? I’m not usually stuck up on things like this. trust me, I’m not. It’s just bothering me." Ethan explained.

then his eyes landed to your injured side, you winced and covered the bleeding spot.

"What the hell happened?" Ethan asked, you shrugged, "I got attacked but if you want a fun and hilarious fact: I kicked some ass." you said jokingly with a smirk.

Ethan had a serious look on his face though, "I know that part. but I didn’t know you got hurt. did they—" before he could finish you cut him off.

"Have to do surgery? yeah. I saw my life flash before my eyes, which was unfortunate. but that’s how it is in this movie, you either kill or be killed. and we chose to run, we’re always running." you said while rubbing a tired hand over your face.

Mandy eyed ethan closely, it wasn’t like he had a grudge against him or anything, he just didn’t know what it was. he couldn’t place his finger on it— but something felt off about him.

"But I’m fine now. but are you okay?" you asked, "Yep. uh, I should get going now-" ethan said and was about to walk away until you gripped him by the wrist.

"C’mon ethan. cause of what mandy said? he was just upset. I know he didn’t mean it. I know him. and I can get to know you if you just stay." you said, ethan felt his whole body stiffen from your warm and comforting touch.

You don’t know what you just did. and oh god was he happy that you said that. now you just let him in basically. you can’t take this back now.

"That’s what I plan to do." he replied, you gave him a small hug before making your way over to Mandy.

———

"I don’t know about you guys, but how can you all casually just walk in a scream franchise museum after literally getting attacked by ghostface themself?" you said, you were holding Mandy’s hand while eyeing the museum.

"We’re just invincible I guess." Mindy joked, Mandy pushed her by the shoulder playfully. you noticed ethan was behind a bit.

Even though he wanted to talk to you at this moment and confess his feelings, he’d know he’ll have a chance soon.

Just get mandy out the way first, cause somehow he knows too much and is beginning to catch on quicker than he thought.

"Does anyone know what’s the first robe for? like, is it for someone else we didn’t know about or…?" Chad questioned, staring up at the large glass that was protecting the robe.

"Who was the first ghostface? I mean, billy and Stu didn’t plan that whole thing by themselves, they couldn’t have." Tara added.

"Right, uh, you wanna tell them?" Mandy asked, turning to you. everyone had their focus on you this time, this was going to be revealed sooner or later.

You just didn’t think it’d be this soon.

"That’s my mom’s." you said, you could see the shocked look on everyone’s faces, "so is that why-" Sam was cut off by you.

"Why I keep getting bullied or called names? yeah. supposedly I’m just like her. but trust me, I will never be a damn killer. never." you said, Mandy turned to Ethan who didn’t seem the least bit shocked at all.

You paid attention to the mask, if only you could ask her why she murdered people and hurt them. just why. what was her reason? why did she help plan that? that’s why she was never in the picture. every family photo there was? you made sure to throw in the trash.

"in [year] she had me, I thought everything was normal. we’d just be a normal family, but I didn’t know she was my mom until—" tara cut you off with a frown, "before she died..?" she said, you nodded with a shrug.

"Yeah. I still attended the funeral but I was young. what was I going to say? I’m a son/daughter of a killer. everyone is gonna relate me to her. of course they are. nobody in this world is different, they’re all the same." you stated.

Tara gave you a hug, "well, we’re here for you now. you’re not (m/n)’s you’re (Y/n) (l/n)." she said, you hugged her back and then pulled away.

"So, what do we do now?" you asked, Mandy turned to you, "I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I really wanna go to sleep." he said with a yawn.

"I mean, you can go. I’ll be with the others." You said, then you heard someone snap their fingers in your direction.

"No, no, nuh-uh. we stick together because when we spilt up that’s how everyone dies." Chad said, you and mandy laughed.

"Alright alpha man, we’re coming." Mandy replied, chad nodded and followed the others deeper inside the museum.

Then there was just you, mandy, and ethan. oh, he was here too? awkward. like, very.

"Hey, uh, ethan? can me and mandy talk alone by any chance? I don’t want to sound rude—" ethan walked away before you could finish, muttering something under his breath.

"I was leaving anyways." he sounded upset. Mandy watched ethan leave, he turned to you.

That’s when it clicked, "Does he like you?" Mandy asked, you were shocked by the question but answered anyways.

"I don’t think so. why would he? there’s plenty of other fish in the sea." you said and grabbed mandy’s hands.

"plus, I chose you. why would I go for somebody else?" you said with a chuckle.

Mandy playfully rolled his eyes, "I know how lucky I am. it’s just the dude gives off weird vibes. adding to that; he’s a virgin so of course he’s gonna eye you." he said.

You placed a kiss on his cheek then his lips, "So what? he’s cool, I like him. he’s part of the group cause I said so. and be nice. moving on: we better go meet up with the others." you said.

Mandy groaned, "fine." he replied and followed you while holding your hand, but what you didn’t notice was—

Ethan overheard the whole conversation. he just wanted mandy gone for good, he just wished it was you kissing him on the lips not Mandy.

Part 3 will be released soon! for now enjoy this :)

[tilvcei]

Hows my pretty/handsome baby doing?? 🤗♡🤗♡🤗♡

Omg, I’m doing fine love! how are you? 🫶🏾

[tilvcei]

can i just say ethan landry is a feen for black women YES HE IS 🤭🤭🤭

OH HELL YES, I’m sorry I’m just seeing this now lol. but I definitely agree