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[gyqru]

CHERRY RED POPSICLES — ethan landry [drabble]

ethan wasn't lying when he said he was a virgin, an embarrassing fact he exposed in front of everyone out of impulse. though this wasn’t much of a shock to you considering he acted like, well, like a virgin.

you could name many instances where ethan’s gaze lingered too long. the night at the frat party when you wore a short dress that barely covered anything, you could see his eyes flick down to your cleavage. ethan's face was burning bright red as he watched the slight jiggle of your breasts as you swayed to the loud music.

or that time when you came over to their dorm during a heatwave. your air conditioning wasn't working, thanks to your landlord not fixing it after many complaints. so, you called chad and asked if you could come over, explaining what happened. chad, being a good friend, let you come over.

both chad and ethan sat in their living room. chad, more comfortable in his skin than ethan, sat on the couch playing video games shirtless in boxer shorts. ethan sat in a white tank top and basketball shorts, lying in front of the fan, trying to cool down. a specific knock on the door alerted chad that you had arrived.

springing up, he quickly paused the game he was playing and went to open the door for you. greeting you quickly, he let you in, leading you to the living room, where they had every fan they owned on full blast. basking in the sudden change of temperature, you let out a sound of pleasure, closing your eyes and soaking in the cold air. ethan shifted on the couch and stared at you.

your face flushed from the heat, sweat glistening on your forehead, causing the loose baby hairs to stick to your skin. gulping as he continued to ogle you, he noticed what you were wearing. a white cropped baby tee and black spandex shorts left little to his imagination. if he hadn't been staring for so long, he would've missed the fact that you weren't wearing a bra, your stiff nipples poking through the thin material of the baby tee.

“oh my god! i totally forgot i brought some popsicles." your voice interrupted ethan's dirty thoughts. you quickly pulled out three unopened popsicles from your bag, throwing one to chad and giving the other to ethan.

before he could say thank you, you plopped next to him and started getting comfortable, quickly unwrapping the popsicle and popping it in your mouth. ethan let out an audible gulp, shifting awkwardly away from you. he couldn't go far, though, since the couch the two of you sat on wasn't necessarily big.

your thighs expanded twice their original size, and your already short shorts rode up, exposing more of your butt. the side of your thigh was touching ethan's thigh, and your skin was warm and soft. ethan tried so hard not to stare at you as you sucked on the bright red popsicle—the way your lips wrapped around the melting ice, dribbling down your chin onto your exposed chest.

ethan could feel himself hardening in his pants, his face turning as red as the popsicle you continued to suck on. you weren't paying attention to him; you were too engulfed in chad's gameplay to notice ethan basically eyeing you right next to you. you were completely oblivious to the way ethan shifted and placed a pillow over his crotch, his hard-on becoming noticeable in his shorts.

to his demise, chad died and announced that he was going to the bathroom, which left you and ethan alone. you shifted and turned your body to face ethan, bringing your knees up to your chest to fit properly on the couch. still sucking on the flavored ice, you noticed ethan hadn't opened his, completely forgotten by him.

"weren’t feeling a popsicle?” you ask, pulling the popsicle you had out of your mouth with an exaggerated pop. “uh, no, sorry,” ethan replied, staring at your red-stained lips as you swallowed the tip of the popsicle again. the heat and tension made the atmosphere between the two of you suffocating, but you didn't care. you realized that ethan was shifting in his seat, gripping the pillow on his lap, and watching your lips, and you decided to tease him.

dragging the popsicle across your lips, you stick your tongue out and wrap it around the tip of the melting ice. staring into his eyes as you continue to “eat” your popsicle. somehow, he got more flustered, his face turning redder than before. his curly hair was messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead—fuck, it made him look so good. you couldn't deny you enjoyed making ethan flustered; seeing how he reacted made something inside of you ache.

sucking the popsicle, you thrust it further down your mouth, deep-throating it with ease. this seemed to be the final push for ethan, who stood up abruptly with the pillow clutched to his groin. he swiftly shuffled away, bumping into chad as he came back from the restroom. ethan shot him an apology before shutting himself in his room.

"what the fuck happened?" chad asks as he settles down on his couch, returning to his gaming. "dunno," is all you say, smirking to yourself as you finish up the final bits of your popsicle. chad shrugs you off and starts a new game, dismissing you when you tell him you're going to the bathroom. in reality, you made your way to ethan's room, deciding to finish what you started.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

this was a request, hope i did it justice!! eat up ethan landry fandom!!

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[gyqru]

MOTH TO A FLAME — ethan landry [drabble]

ethan doesn't know how he managed to get with you. everything about you is the complete opposite of him, besides minor things that the two of you share in common. often, he finds himself wondering bout your "true intentions."

he hates to admit it, but hearing people constantly complain that you're way out of his league or that you were “too cool” for him, makes him self-conscious. it started a couple of months ago when the two of you went to a house party only you were invited to.

ethan stood in a corner, wallowing in self-hatred for allowing himself to be put in this situation. he doesn't blame you for how antisocial he is, but he can't help but feel bad that he's not out there dancing with you.

in a crowd not too far from where ethan stands, he can see you surrounded by many of your friends, smiling and enjoying yourself. much more extroverted than ethan, you let yourself loose, not having a care in your head.

after guzzling down the final sips of your drink, you make your way to the kitchen to get a second round. ethan saw this as an opportunity to finally have some fun with you, so he followed you to the kitchen.

ethan was far behind you, struggling to make it past people to reach the kitchen. as you entered the kitchen, a group of girls immediately started talking to you. you weren't particularly interested in these people, but you didn't feel like dwelling on that now.

deciding to entertain their conversation, you mirror their high-pitched voices, greeting all of them with a big smile. immediately, they started to gossip to you, which you usually wouldn't care for, but when the conversation immediately starts about your "loser boyfriend," then yeah, maybe you'll listen in.

almost on cue, ethan scrambled in, huffing as he looked around the small kitchen for you. noticing you are again surrounded by people, he swallows thickly. building up his confidence, he starts walking up behind you. though he couldn't help but overhear what the people around you were talking about.

"did you and that fucking loser finally break up?"

"yeah, like did you finally realize your standards?"

"oh my god, you should definitely go for his friend chad! he's like a major hottie."

not a single one of those girls batted an eye, almost as if he was invisible, as he stood behind you distraught. for a second, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he thought you were going to say yes you did break up, or something about cheating on him with chad.

though all of that goes through the window as a loud squeal brings him back to reality. "next time, learn to not talk about my fucking boyfriend in front of my face" was all you said before someone was dragging you away.

"crazy bitch! what the fuck is wrong with you?!" the girl you just punched in the face yelled at you, holding her bloodied nose. you only flicked her off and continued to get dragged away.

taking you all the way to his car, ethan couldn't stop replaying that moment in his head. once he was close enough, ethan pushed you against the trunk of his car, smashing his lips against yours.

shocked, you pull away from his hungry kiss. "woah, e, what was that about?" you question, completely caught off guard by your boyfriend's sudden enthusiasm.

"sorry, it's just—what you did back there was, uh..." ethan tries to explain, but his explanation soon dies in his throat. now becoming aware of how sadistic he would sound if he told you how aroused he was watching you defend him like that.

somehow in your mind, you pieced together what ethan was suggesting and gave him a dumbfounded look. "does ethan landry have a thing for watching his girlfriend beat people up?" you snicker, watching ethan's face turn bright red.

"well—no. i mean—yeah?" he sputters out a response the best he could, but you cut him off by pulling him down for another kiss. ethan’s hands fall onto the side of your face, pulling you closer to him. pulling away to catch your breath, ethan chases your lips, wanting more of you.

laughing at how desperate he is, you let him enjoy another passionate kiss. parting your lips, you allow ethan to explore your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. greedily, ethan starts to grind his hips against you, unaware of his growing erection.

feeling his hard on press against your thigh, you interrupt your makeout session, gasping for air as the two of you pull away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

hands ghosting over his crotch, you decide to taunt him. “didn’t know that would turn you on this bad.” a mumbled 'fuck' leaves ethan's lips as you continue to tease his boner. unable to hold back any longer, he ushers you into his car, starts the engine, and drives away from the house party. that girl's nose wasn't the only thing that got pounded that night.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

requested! i was gonna post this earlier but a storm hit my town so the internet has been dookie. but anyway have yall noticed the way i suck at ending stories. this ending was funny LMAOO but hope my lovies enjoy 💋

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[gyqru]

god ethan is such a loser bf with his floppy sweaters and curly hair and indie movies and lego sets and grrrrr i just wanna eat him

my godddffff nonnie he’s such a dorky little guy, it hurts how nerdy he is. like i just want to butter him up, preheat my oven to 350 and bake him. he’s such a loser i love it. (besides killing people, ethan is just a silly guy who wears polo shirts)

ethan! is the type to reference or quote movies he's watched, asking if you've seen whatever movie he's referenced—gasping dramatically when you say no, you haven't seen that movie.

ethan! would then force you to watch whatever movie you said you haven't watched, explaining the lore behind every scene and plot; accidentally spoiling it for you at the end.

ethan! who may have a small hoarding problem, fills his room with movie posters, action figures, and props from his favorite movies/shows. in a corner of his shelves, he has a section dedicated to you—every gift you've given him and some things he's stolen from you himself.

ethan! lets you ransack his closet whenever it starts getting cold outside, having the best sweaters for seemingly every occasion.

ethan! listens to "super long old-timey" music (your words, not his) and makes you dance to them in his bedroom, playing bowie, queen, foo fighters, beatles, etc., whenever he gets the aux.

ethan! really doesn't know how to take care of his curly hair, so it gets messy quickly. every morning, he waits for you to finish getting ready so he can let you do his hair for him.

ethan! is the type of guy to call himself spider-man and text you in the middle of the night that he's saving the city and can't come over. (he was at your door moments after sending that message.)

ethan! doesn't care if you suck at building legos and get frustrated easily when you can't figure out how to read the instructions. secretly, he loves watching you get frustrated; he finds it cute how your eyebrows knit together, and you scrunch your nose trying so hard to concentrate.

ethan! who will force you to dress up as random characters from his favorite movies for halloween. he doesn't care how niche the costumes are or if people will know who the two of you are dressed up as.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

some cute little headcannons for dork! ethan. tbh a lot of these are like things i’ve actually experienced myself. my friend is someone who’s super nerdy and acts like this 😭 she listens to alot of old music and stuff (i am the one who calls her music taste “long old timey music” as a joke) so i just referenced some memories ive had with her.

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[gyqru]

BABYDOLL — ethan landry

warning: child bullying? (😭)

summary: being the “baby” of the group isn’t as fun as it seems, especially when you can’t go a day without the core four breathing down your neck.

word count: 1.6k

growing up with the meek martins and carpenters has changed your life for the better. meeting them in elementary, you grew close to the youngest carpenter. a bratty little kid tara was, she would always find a way to make sam worry. 

adding chad and his sister to the group added another level of chaos. always arguing about who should be "it" while playing tag. the four of you made an inseparable little bunch; promising each other that no matter what you always be there for each other.  

recess was where the four of you would hang out often, meeting together in a corner of the playground. your pigtails swaying as you walked toward the playground. a group of boys decided it would be fun to take the stuffed animal you always carried with you, holding it high in the air. 

they laughed at your feeble attempts to try and get your teddy bear back, tears welling up in your eyes. they continued to torment you until mindy passed by and noticed what was happening. 

she quickly called out to the rest of the group, marching her lanky body towards you and the bullies. “hey! leave her alone” mindy shouts, spinning the first boy by his shoulders and forcing him to face her. chad and tara approached standing behind mindy, sending death stares to the bullies.

as intimidating a group of ten-year-olds can be, chad tries to settle this peacefully. the bully, still spewing insults, tara decides the best course of action is to get physical. shoving mindy aside tara lifts her tiny leg and kicks the main bully in the crotch. falling to his knees he groans in pain, the meeks stand stunned. 

“keep messing with my friends, you're going to end up ball-less," tara spits out. the two other boys get down to help their friend, dragging him away. chad picks up the teddy bear the bully dropped and approaches you. 

lifting yourself up, you dust your knees off, wiping the tears from your face. “here y/n, sorry we weren't here” chad apologized, hugging you to bring you some comfort. “it's okay chad, thanks t and mins for sticking up for me” you turn to the two girls, engulfing them in a group hug. 

that day solidified something in tara, chad, and mindy; they had to protect their baby from any harm. no one could hurt you, if so, they would be there to protect you. 

you made it through the woodsboro massacre, now in college with the meeks and carpenters. a new chapter in your life after the traumatic events, moving on with your life was easier said than done. though you tried your best to move on, finding solace in spending time with your friends and studying. 

as a third-year year, you sometimes felt out of place compared to your fourth-year friends. but they reassured you that you will always be part of the group. soon new people joined the core four: ethan, anika, and quinn.

anika and quinn were easy to get along with. quinn played an older sister role to you; teaching you all sorts of sex ed. anika was a kind soul, always looking out for everyone and ready to help whenever she could. 

ethan was a weird one, he was awkward and didn't try to chat with you. you would catch him looking at you but never approached you. chopping it up to him being shy, you tried to ease a friendship with him. 

after the incident with tara at the frat party you found yourself walking next to ethan. after falling back to give sam some tissues to help her dry off, you and him stood side by side. awkward tension followed the two of you, avoiding your gaze ethan tried his best to keep his distance. 

not because he didn't like you, it was the total opposite. if he even looked at you for a moment he would end up staring at you. the short white dress you wore and glittery wings clipped to your back; an angel is how ethan would describe you and that’s what you were.

the cheap halo you had now replaced with chad's cowboy hat, but that didn't change the fact you looked angelic. the way your hair cascaded down, a white bow accessorizing the back of your head, framing your face. god ethan could admire you for days. 

snapping out of his thoughts, ethan sees you walking towards a shady alley. following behind you, he calls out, “hey.. y/n! where are you going?” turning, you stand to wait for him as he jogs to catch up with you. 

“oh i'm taking a shortcut, there's a 7/11 near here i was going to stop to get some snacks. do you wanna tag along?” you ask him with a smile. god the way the moonlight illuminated your face; it looked like there were stars in your eyes. ethan couldn't bring himself to decline your offer. 

nodding you two continue your stride along the shady alleyway. a cool breeze hits the streets of new york; now even more aware of how bad of an idea it was to wear such a short dress. shivering you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm. ethan notices and decides to make his move. (chivalry isn't dead people) 

ethan stops walking and starts to strip himself of all the cardboard he has on. confused you stop walking too, “e.. what are you doing?” you question. throwing the cardboard up in a nearby garbage bin, he took off the blue sweater he was wearing. leaving himself in a white muscle shirt, he hands you his sweater. 

“oh no, you didn't have to do that! i swear im fine” you denied, stepping back from him. rolling his eyes, he walks up to you and forces you to put his sweater on. removing chads cowboy hat, he slides his sweater over your head, careful to not ruin your makeup or hair. 

you don't stop him, letting him manhandle his sweater on you. “see, now you won't be cold” he boasts, a boyish smile splaying on his face. the sweater fell right above your knee, hiding the short dress you wore. the sleeves engulfed your hands, to the point you had to roll them up to be able to grab chad's cowboy hat from the floor. 

“now you'll be cold eth... that wife beater doesn't look warm ya'know.” taking in the way his strong shoulder, defined arms, and the outline of his broad chest looked. your face grows red when you realize you're shamelessly checking him out. my god, it's always the nerdy guys, isn't it?  

“it's fine y/n i swear, let's hurry and get to that 7/11, i need a slushy.” ethan continues his stride; trying his best to hide the fact he feels insecure about only being in this tank top. 

stumbling out with a large big gulp, and a bag full of snacks you two don't stop laughing. “oh my god e, i'm never letting you live that down” you wipe fake tears from your eyes. “please y/n no one knows about that, not even chad.” ethan pleads. you continued to snicker about how he almost burned the apartment down trying to make himself breakfast.

“it's okay ethan, your secret is safe with me” you jester zipping your lips and throwing away the key. arriving to the front of your apartment complex you turn to ethan, “want to go up to my apartment and watch movies?” you offer him. 

ethan tries to hide his giddiness as he accepts immediately. laughing at his enthusiasm you lead him to your apartment. reaching into your bag, you pull out the key to your apartment and lead him inside. 

kicking your shoes off you enter the dark apartment, yelling out to your roommate as you turn on the lights. shocked to see a group of people sitting in your living room. ethan turns the corner to see tara, chad, and mindy sitting on the sofas. 

“what the actual fuck are you people doing in my house?!” you scolded, putting your purse down on the coffee table that stood in the middle of the room. all at once they bombard you with questions.

why didn't you answer your phone?

where were you? you could’ve been hurt!

why the fuck are you with ethan?

“okay calm down! my phone died while at the party which is why i didn't answer. i'm with ethan cuz' we were walking in the same direction; i offered him to come with me.” you huffed out, plopping down on a love sack you had next to the couches. 

mindy keeps pushing, "why are you wearing ethan's sweater?" she sees that ethan is basically shirtless. “my god mins! i was cold and he offered it!” you whined, bringing your sleeve-covered arms to your face. 

silence fell, you were unaware of the looks mindy, chad, and tara were giving each other. ethan cowering in the corner, moves to sit next to you on the love sack. looking up, you scoot over to make room for him. 

“well, that confirmed it” mindy retorted out loud, tara and chad both nodding their heads. getting up in unison, they shuffle to leave you and ethan alone. before they can get a foot out the door, they start their string of uncomfortable remarks. 

don't forget to wear protection!

ethan if you hurt her, i will kill you

call me after y/n! i need to know all the details!

both you and ethan's faces turned bright red. you both got off the love sack and put some distance between each other. after hearing the door close, you sigh and apologize to him, explaining how you're the "baby" of the group. 

"so "babydoll", what movie are we watching?" ethan teased. a respective smack to the face with a pillow was enough for him to stay quiet. 

god, you were going to end tara, chad, and mindy before ghostface could.

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i maybe got side tracked from the original plot i had in mind, but i think it still turned out cute. lil oneshot for the babes. i swear ill get back on my avatar grind!!!! i have so many wips for jake and miles so plss bare with me.

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[gyqru]

LADY OF NAMEK — ethan landry

warning: violence, harassment, cursing, murder, creepy behavior, slut shaming (?), fem! reader

word count: 3.8k

authors note: ethan gets pervy/creepy at the end, and mindy gets kinda mean at the end. (more then she usually is).

chapter one

as ethan catches up to you, he grabs your hand to get your attention. the sudden movement forces you to spin around, almost falling forward as you lose balance quickly in your heels.

reacting quicker than you, ethan wraps a hand around your waist, stabilizing you. confusion soon melts into relief as you recognize the boy. “ethan! hey!” you beamed, face flushed from the heat of the party.

“hey y/n! where are you headed?” he steps up to the same step you stood on, even in heels he still towers over you.

“bathroom; need a break from the party,” your shoulders slump as you remember why you were heading upstairs.

analyzing your body language, ethan could tell something was wrong with you. taking the initiative, he removes his hands from your waist and grabs your hand; leading you further up the stairs.

following him like a lost puppy, you let him drag you up the stairs. unbeknown to you or ethan, chad was watching from below. a smirk plastered on his face as his sister rolls her eyes next to him.

“watch, she isn't going to come back down alive—”mindy gets cut off with an elbow to the stomach. groaning, she punches her brother back, barely making chad flinch.

rolling his eyes, he walks away, happy that his friend finally grew a pair.

you and ethan sat in the bathroom, awkward silence filling the small room. you sat on the counter of the sink, while ethan sat next to you on the toilet.

fidgeting with your mini skirt, you try to stop overthinking about the situation that happened downstairs.

“you okay?” ethan’s eyes peer up at you, face full of concern. “yeah—yeah, i’m fine, ethan,” you try to reassure him, but not even you seem convinced by your own words.

“are you sure? i know we aren’t close, but you can trust me... i swear i'm a great listener,” ethan tries to get you to open up, mostly because he wants you to trust him; to let your guard down around him.

with a sigh, you decide to trust him. what’s the worst that could happen?

“it’s nothing, really. just some guy that was bothering me, wouldn’t leave me alone,” trying your best to downplay the whole situation.

“it’s not nothing if it’s bothering you y/n” ethan assured you, what you failed to realize was the way ethan’s demeanor changed.

his mind started to race, wondering who did something to you. a backpack that waited for him behind the house, filled with the ghostface entire, was set for a different purpose, but why not kill two birds with one stone?

so engulfed in his head, ethan didn’t register that you had started ranting to him about what happened.

“—and he just kept pressin’ me about going back to his place. my friends had to tell him off for him to leave me alone.”

ethan nods his head to show you that he’s listening, which he is, partly. he’s still trying to figure out how he’ll go through killing.

“like holy shit get the hint!—” loud banging to the bathroom door cut you off.

YO! WHOEVER THE FUCK IS IN THERE, GET THE FUCK OUT!

startled, you quickly hop off the counter, ethan following suit. swinging the door open, you come face to face with the asshole that was harassing you.

before you could slip past him, he steps in your way. “fuckin’ slut! you really rejected me for some fucking loser,” he sneers.

“not what it looks like, connor, he’s just my friend,” you explain, trying your hardest to move past him. you start to track back down the stairs, connor following behind you, ego hurt.

“yeah right, you just open your legs for anyone huh,” he shouts. ignoring him, you try to find your friend. looking everywhere, you couldn’t see anyone, you couldn’t even find ethan.

where did ethan go? he was right behind you when you walked out the restroom. a strong grip rips your attention away; an angry connor tries to drag you away.

fighting him, the two of your start to cause a scene. “get the fuck off of me! let go!” you try to fight him off, your useless attempts only make his grip tighten.

“hey man, she said to let go,” someone cuts in behind you; a strong arm pulls you closer to them, stopping you from getting dragged any further.

looking up, you see chad, a calm demeanor hiding anger that was bubbling from within him. turning to face chad, connor scoffs, letting go of you; he raises his hands in defense.

backing off immediately, he starts to walk off, mumbling curses and insults. whispers from people around you start to die down, everyone returning to minding their business.

letting go of you, chad starts to ask if you’re okay. “yeah, i’m fine. he’s been doing that for the whole party, so thank you for finally getting him off my back,” you grumbled, wrapping your hands around your own body.

“no worries about it! come on, i saw mei somewhere around here,” he smiles at you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder as he leads you through the frat house.

a muffled scream is drowned out by the loud music that blares through the house. ethan, now fully dressed in his black robe and white mask, plunges his knife into connor’s stomach.

blood starts to seep out of his mouth, eyes wide as he starts to choke on his own blood. more muted screams rip out of his throat, slumping forward.

twisting his knife upward, ethan rips open connor’s stomach, his squishy insides now leaking out.

finally pulling out his knife from the inside of connor’s stomach, he lets the frat boy fall down. ethan's chest heaves, staring down at connor’s limp body. wiping the blood off his knife, he starts to walk away, picking up the backpack that holds his casual clothing.

by the third ring, you give up completely. groaning, you hand chad back his phone. “i’m sorry y/n, i could’ve sworn she was here like three seconds ago,” chad tries to comfort you.

“it’s fine, not your fault. i’ll probably just call an uber—” interrupted once again, a loud crowd starts to form near the door leading to the backyard.

confused, both you and chad turn to look at each other. without saying anything, chad starts pushing past the crowd. following his lead, you start to see what’s happening.

a pool of blood is the first thing you see; your heart starts to beat faster. a limp connor now sits in the middle of the kitchen, the people who found him crouching next to him. another person stands nearby, phone to their ear, calling the police.

connor is dead, dead right in front of you. he was an asshole, sure, but he didn't deserve to die. you start to feel sick, the way his dismembered body lays, wide blue eyes blank–lifeless. rushing past the crowd, you book it outside.

gasping for fresh air, you let out a choked sob, your whole body shaking. you didn't realize that chad and his friends followed you outside. “y/n! let's go, we need to leave,” chad urges. your vision hazy from crying, you nod weakly.

as you and everyone else get into chad's car, silence falls. sitting in the front seat, you curl yourself up, bringing your knees to your chest. you couldn't help but feel guilty; he died right after what happened.

this doesn't feel like a coincidence; it can't be.

pulling up to your apartment complex, chad parks outside the main entrance. “come on y/n, let me walk you to your door,” he unbuckles his seat belt and gets out. walking around to your side, he opens the door and waits for you to get out.

as the two of you approach the door to your apartment, you start to get the feeling of dread. the door is slightly cracked open, the lights are off.

your body starts to feel like its made of jelly, feels like youre moving in slowmo as you push the door open.

a loud scream rips through your throat; your roommate and friend lay bloody at the entrance of your house. you stumble back, shaking violently, a weak whimper leaves your lips.

why? first connor, now your roommates? why? what did they do? what did you do?

tears stream down your face, your head feeling dizzy. the last thing you see is chad's face, terror written all over it.

waking up to a soft mattress, you shoot up; frantic eyes scan your surroundings. a quick glance to a window shows it’s still night.

you don’t recognize who’s room you're in, eyes glazing over the nerdy movie posters on the wall, and the small desk cramped with papers in a corner.

getting up, you start to head to the only door in sight. stepping out, light chatter fills your ears. rubbing your eyes to adjust to the light change, you start to head in the direction of the talking.

chad, ethan, tara, and two other girls are gathered in the living room. your roommate, chantel, is also there, her face looking worse than yours.

deafening silence fills the room, all eyes on you. chantel is the first to react, rushing towards you and pulling you into a hug.

your face sinks into the crook of her neck, letting all the memories from earlier flood your mind.

“i’m sorry, chantel. i-i didn’t— i don’t know why. i’m so so sorry,” you sob, small hiccups and whimpers falling from your lips as you continue to apologize.

“it’s not your fault, y/n... none of this is,” chantel reassures, pulling away from you. wiping your tears gently, you refuse to meet her eyes.

guilt eats at you, the same questions playing on repeat in your head. the image of your friends' lifeless bodies flashes through your mind; their faces contorted with fear.

holding your face in her hands, chantel forces eye contact with you. “look at me, y/n. this isn’t your fault, there was no way you could’ve prevented this, okay?” chantel’s soft gaze never falters, though you can tell on the inside she's just as scared.

nodding your head, chantel pulls away. quickly grabbing her belongings, she starts to head towards the front door.

“wait where are you going?” you question, confused on where she could go if your apartment is probably under investigation.

“we’re staying with my boyfriend; come on,” she motions you to follow her. “no, you two should stay here; it’s better to be in groups,” ethan argues suddenly.

“no.” chantel says blankly, walking back to you and pulling you away.

“why not?” ethan still fighting to keep you here with him.

“because we barely know any of you...?” chantel retorts, annoyance starting to creep into her. you know her patience is running thin.

“she has a point. i mean we barely know both of them; just because we all knew mei doesn’t mean we know each other,” someone butts in from behind ethan. mindy, chad's sister if you remember correctly.

“i mean, how do we know they didn’t do this?” she continues, bewilderment fills you and chantel. even her other friends seem shocked by her statement.

“excuse me?!” chantel barks, stepping towards the girl. before she could do anything rash, you hold her back. “come on, chan, calm down,” you can't handle this anymore, too much is happening.

before another word could come out of the mindy’s mouth, chad steps in. “alright, mindy, not the time. they knew mei longer than we did.”

“still suspicious,” mindy mumbles under her breath.

“fuck you, i don’t know where you people get off telling us that we killed our best friend. you don’t know shit about us,” chantel sneered, her face seething with anger.

“but we know about ghostface, so be my guest. go get yourselves killed.” mindy threatens, raising from the couch she sat on.

“mindy, come on,” the girl who was cuddled next to her grimaced. “no! so many people died tonight, and they’re all tied to her! so unless ghostface is after her too, then i don’t know who to trust,” she points at you, causing a chain of reactions to ensue.

chad, mindy, and chantel all start to argue. (chad more so trying to calm his sister) tara (who you knew because of sam back when you were first attacked by ghostface) then jumps in, taking the side of her friend.

overwhelmed by everything, you start to draw away from the situation, heading back into the room you woke up in. ethan notices and starts to follow you, trying his best to go unnoticed by the group still arguing.

softly knocking on the door to his room, ethan walks in, seeing you curled up on his bed makes him smile. quickly pulling himself back to reality, he shuffles next to you.

“hey, you okay?”

“not really, e.. i mean my friends just died, i don’t know why i'm getting targeted. i'm scared and confused and—and it’s just a lot,” you ramble, feeling frustrated with yourself.

you feel stupid, you feel like the weakest link. you’re not strong like sam or chantel, nor are you super smart.

is that why you’re getting targeted? why you?

you don’t realize that your eyes started to well up with tears, letting them fall down your face.

ethan decides to take a risk and wraps his hands around you, pulling you in close to comfort you.

leaning into him, you allow yourself to cry in front of him, letting your tears wet his sweater. ethan whispers sweet nothings into your ear, rubbing a soothing hand on your back, pushing you closer to his body.

after you find yourself not being able to cry anymore, you pull away from ethan.

he frowns from loss of contact but keeps a resting hand on your back, his hand drawing small circles on your clothed back. just in time, the girl who was next to mindy walks in.

“hey, i’m sorry if i’m barging in, but i couldn’t be in there anymore. the arguing was too much,” she awkwardly shuffles into the room.

“it’s fine, anika,” ethan tells her, nodding her head awkwardly as she finds herself sitting on ethan’s study chair. “you okay now, y/n?” anika’s tone was soft, not wanting to come off too strong.

“i’m fine, thank you,” you reply, sending the girl a crooked smile.

“this is our first time formally meeting, so hi, my name is anika, and i’m dating that tall girl out there. i swear she isn’t as mean as she seems. it’s nice to meet you,” she smiles, holding her hand out for you to shake.

surprised, you giggle at her introduction, shaking her hand and introducing yourself.

“yeah right..” ethan murmurs next to you, causing you to turn to him with a confused look.

“well, ethan's an exception to mindy, but trust me, you’ll warm up,” anika objected. your sadness slowly fades as you find yourself becoming more comfortable with ethan and anika.

the three of you stay in ethan’s room, talking and sharing things about each other. it was nice bonding with them, you soon find out something all of you seem to have in common is not being a part of the “core four”.

another knock to ethan’s door stops the conversation between the three of you, a pair of siblings stand at the door.

“y/n, chantel left. she uh.. gave up on arguing and just walked out, so you’re kinda stuck here now,” chad explains, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“oh.”

“on the bright side, you're safe..?” he trails off, scared of what your reaction would be to being told your friend got so fed up with them she just left you with a bunch of strangers.

“it’s fine, chad, i’ll just sleep on your couch,” you shrug. chantel can be a bit much whenever she’s mad, so you don’t blame her for walking out.

before anything else could happen, mindy lets out a breathy cough, a sign that she wants everyone’s attention. chad drops a hand on his sister's shoulder, knowing what she’s about to do is going to be a blow to her ego.

“i’msorryididn’tmeantoblameyouformeisdeathiwasjustparanoidandscared”

you shared a look of confusion then understanding as you replayed mindy’s words in your head (hearing chantel constantly rambling really comes in handy now).

chuckling, you get up from beside ethan and walk up to mindy, her eyes closed, awaiting for you to scream at her.

you awkwardly pat her arm, accepting her apology with a smile. sighing, she slumps, being able to breathe now that you don’t seem angry at her.

“now could the two of you move, i need to piss.”

staring at yourself in the mirror, you start regretting letting chantel leave without you. your mascara smeared and dried under your eyes wasn’t flattering.

your dirty party dress was even worse; god, you looked like a hot mess. shutting the lights off as you step out to peek into ethan’s room.

“hey, can i borrow some clothes? i want to shower, and i know mindy and anika already left,” you ask. ethan is laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, and shoots right up.

“yeah! here, let me find something.” he sounds too excited to be sharing his clothes with you, but you don’t really care. you just need to wash away everything from today.

ethan scrambles to find something for you to wear, pulling out a sweatshirt and some shorts. handing them over, he apologizes if they don’t fit. (in the back of ethan’s mind, he thought about giving you boxers but decided against it.)

thanking him, you walk back into the bathroom and start the shower. (the two bottles of 2-in-1 and the single soap bar scared you tremendously, but you progressed.)

finishing up, you step out of the shower, a soft knock to the door startles you. “hey, i forgot to give you a towel! h-here, i’ll leave it on the fl—“

quickly opening the door, your wet head peering out to see ethan holding a folded towel, his cheeks blushing from seeing the upper part of your naked body.

“thanks, e! thought i was going to run out naked to find one,” you joke, grabbing the towel and closing the door hastily.

ethan just stood there, dazed by the small amount of skin he saw. the way you dressed left little to ethan’s imagination, but this was different to him.

you were naked on the other side; he didn’t hear you relock the door. he could walk in and see your wet nude body, watching how your face would look filled with terror; desperately trying to hide from him.

he could take you right now.

the sound of you jiggling the bathroom door handle makes ethan aware that he’s still standing in front of the bathroom. you swing the door open, getting startled to still see ethan standing where you left him.

“if you needed to use the restroom, you could’ve just told me to change in your room,” you mention, walking past ethan to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag to put your dirty clothes in.

ethan tried coming up with an excuse but instead he stuttered out some nonsense.

“well, could you please give me a blanket so that i could sleep on the couch,” you shout from the kitchen.

“y-yeah, sure,” he answered, walking into his room and grabbing the blanket off his bed. (it was the only blanket he had, but he didn’t care if he was cold.)

watching you as you throw the couch pillows onto the floor, ethan watches you, taking in the way you look with his clothes on.

the sweater fitting you like a dress, the basketball shorts he gave you were way below your knees. you looked tiny in his clothes. (made the both of you realize the actual size difference between the two of you.)

finishing up, you look over to see ethan with the blanket. grabbing it from him, you smile and thank him, quickly jumping into the long couch and getting comfortable.

“goodnight, e, thanks again for letting me borrow your clothes,” you say, smooshing your face into the pillow.

“yeah, goodnight, y/n.. i’ll leave the hallway light on for you, okay?”

nodding, you quickly drift to sleep. you were a heavy sleeper, so once you were out, you weren’t waking up until morning.

ethan turns the living room lights off but doesn’t walk away immediately. he watches as you fall asleep, admiring your bare face and wet hair.

ethan didn’t know you were a heavy sleeper, so when the flash of his camera didn’t wake you, he was overjoyed.

he couldn’t wait until you were finally his.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

finally guys! chapter two!! srry (not srry) i made ethan a little perv at the end but he’s obsessed with you. guys i almost hit 4k words like this was long (for me). hope yall enjoyed! somewhat proofread!

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[gyqru]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ dare i say im just a sucker for absolute chaos. reader is not safe around me. (little bit dark?)

ethan hated that he couldn't control his own life, that he let his father's words control his mind. repeating every degrading word over and over again.

he never let on, though. ethan never talked to anyone about his issues, not even to you, the only person in his life he seemed to have control over. it was exhilarating to him, finally being in power of something in his life.

his relationship with you seemed perfect; you were his perfection. his naive, malleable, loving girlfriend who looked at him as a savior. he knew you couldn't go a day without him, couldn't think for yourself, needed him to guide you.

the once shy and awkward boy had turned into a knight in shining armor to you. he would mend your wounds and whisper sweet nothings as you sobbed into his shoulder. you melted in his hands like putty, bringing him so much joy.

you clung to him like a lost puppy, looking at him for answers. when you didn't understand something mindy would say, ethan would be there to help you, dumbing down whatever horror movie nonsense mindy spewed out; helping his little girlfriend comprehend what was going on.

being ghostface gave ethan a sense of confidence he never knew he had. the whole shy, loser, nerd facade was just that, a facade. under all of those awkward antics was a killer.

ethan loved how people cowered in fear around him. attacking his group of friends was the highlight of his day, seeing how your big doe eyes stared at him in fear, fat teardrops falling down your face. you whimpered and begged him to have mercy, not to hurt you, which was music to his ears.

he could never bring himself to kill his beloved girlfriend. yet he couldn't stop himself from damaging you.

picking you up by your neck and slamming you repeatedly against a wall, making small cuts on your chest and legs, knowing that once this was done, he'd be there to kiss them better.

it was a sick game of cat and mouse he played, yet he loved how, no matter what, you were always there for him, with open arms and dopey smiles. always making him feel like he was on cloud nine. no one else mattered to you besides ethan.

after the major attack at the carpenters', ethan was the number one suspect. his shitty alibi only worked because beforehand, you two were together before he left you to “go study for econ.”

ethan regretted nothing. it was only you and the carpenter sisters left. there he stood, unmasked, wearing the all-black robe, holding a knife and mask.

your savior was now revealed to be your tormentor, and your whole life crashed. though now ethan wasn’t there to build you back up.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

forgive me guys, i really just go into the deepest parts of my brain, pick something random and start to type away. i am just one selfish self indulgent writer. this is just a silly 400 something word drabble. i swear ill feed y’all that part 2 turned series soon.

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[gyqru]

FEATHER — chad meeks-martin

warning: cheating, fem! reader.

summary: you dedicate an unreleased song to your, ex boyfriend, chad.

word count: 2.0k

you formed your band back in your senior year of high school; you and three other of your closest friends decided to pursue your dreams of being stars. now attending college, your dreams have come true.

being the only one with any sort of vocal stability, you were placed as the main singer. your friends all played instruments; mei played drums, chantel played electric guitar, and drew played bass. having a decent following by now, the band performs in pubs and small venues.

it wasn't hard to balance this double life; you actually found it quite peaceful. you enjoyed performing, loving the rush of adrenaline whenever people cheered you on. especially when you have amazing people supporting you.

besides your bandmates, your lovely boyfriend was your number one supporter. always coming to your shows whenever he wasn't studying his brain off. he usually pays out of pocket to see you; you've tried to get him in for free, but he refuses.

he even introduced you to his friends; they seemed skeptical at first, but soon warmed up to you. at some point, they even started showing up to your concerts, always cheering louder than everyone else.

oh it’s like that? i’m your dream come true when it’s on a platter for you

now eight months into your relationship, things have started to go downhill. you find yourself not being able to find your boyfriend's broad body in the crowd. no more post-concert hangouts like you two would usually do.

you stand in the back alley of the pub, just finished performing. you've been calling chad non-stop, going straight to voicemail. his phone is probably dead.

then you pull back, when i try to make plans more than two hours in advance

sighing, you start walking to your boyfriend's apartment. you wanted to check up on him; he never lets his phone die. you send a quick message to your friends telling them you already left the pub.

shoving your phone in your pocket, you start to wonder what ethan could be doing at this moment. smiling at yourself as you imagine him asleep, holding the stuffed animal you got him back when you first started dating. god, you missed him so much.

i slam the door, i hit ignore

standing at the door of your boyfriend's apartment, you start to dig in your purse for the spare key he gave you. ethan didn't mind you having a spare, better than having you bang on their door late at night.

opening the door, you enter quietly. it was past midnight by now, so you didn't want to wake ethan up. taking your shoes off and hanging your coat, you start to head towards chad’s room.

a sliver of dim lighting catches your attention; why would he be awake this late? getting closer to the foot of his room, you start to make out quiet thumping noises. your heart starts to beat faster–you feel like it's pulsing in your ear.

i’m saying no, no, no, no more

pressing the side of your face to his door, you finally hear it: soft moaning from the other side of the door.

it isn't your boyfriend's.

it's another girl moaning.

before you could process anything, you barge into his room. the sight in front of you makes you want to vomit your insides out. there was your beloved boyfriend, lying in his bed, getting rode by some other woman.

his eyes snap open the moment his door gets swung open. he wasn't expecting to see his girlfriend's face staring at him. before either of them can react, you turn around and start to leave.

i got you blocked

chad scrambles to get the girl off of him, cursing aloud as he realizes how fucked he is. putting your coat back on, you leave his apartment. you barely processed what you just saw; not a single emotion has developed in your brain.

“y/n! please,” you hear from down the hall. ethan, completely disheveled, was trying to catch up with you, ready to give you some bullshit excuse. you want to tell him to fuck off, to walk away, but you can't.

you stand there and let him try to explain what was happening. in the midst of whatever excuse he was using now, you see someone walking up behind him.

tara fucking carpenter. the girl he told you not to worry about, the girl you swore could've been your sister.

the feeling of numbness now gets replaced with pure rage; you never wanted to get violent until now. your eye twitches as she cowers behind chad, not looking at you in the face. chad doesn't stop apologizing, ignoring tara's presence.

you continue to stay silent, letting him beg and plead for forgiveness. noticing you weren't going to say anything, he finally stops.

“say something, please, scream at me. get mad at me, please just say something,” chad pleads, clasping your hands with his. you quickly yank yourself away from his grasp, staring at him with disgust.

“you don't deserve all that, chad. if it ain't obvious, we're done. lose my number.” and with that, you walk away. using the stairs to make your way down the lobby, refusing to bear any more embarrassment having to wait for the elevator.

after this, an afterthought i finally cut you off

three weeks have passed since then; only your bandmates knew about what happened. you don't know what crap chad told his friends, but they all seemed to ignore you. that didn't matter to you; you ignored them too.

throwing yourself into your passion, you started to write "heartbreak" songs. something you swore you would never do, but oh how things can change. you finally released a mini album and found your band's fame growing.

i feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind

people seemed to eat up the songs you wrote about your ex, so much so that they reached chad. he found himself listening to your voice, singing your broken heart out. he missed the way your voice would lull him to sleep.

besides planning your first concert since the breakup in a couple of days, you were also scheming a way to get back at your ex.

floatin’ through the memories like whatever

you feel betrayed and hurt, letting this grudge bubble in you. you wrote a song that you didn't release; it was more upbeat than anything you've written. the perfect song to rub it in his face that he lost the best thing in his life.

mei and chantel tried to talk you out of it, saying he wasn't worth it. you ignored them; the hatred you felt was too immense not to be able to do this. you have to embarrass him the way he did to you.

you’re a waste of time

backstage, you sat, staring at yourself in the vanity mirror that splayed your face back at you. revenge is a dish best served cold, but that didn't stop you from looking so hot.

wearing a completely new look for this concert, you checked yourself out. a sparkly periwinkle corset and skirt set adorned your body.

barely covering your ass, the skirt hung low on your hips; the corset pushed your breasts together, giving you the best-looking cleavage ever. matching gloves laced your hands; black fishnets and combat boots added a slight edge to your sparkly appearance.

your bandmates wore sparkly outfits too, yet in more neutral colors. they allowed you to stand out tonight. if they couldn't talk you out of it, might as well join you. they didn't like chad either anyway; serves him what he deserves.

your signal are mixed, you act like a bitch

"they're here, y/n," drew interrupts your train of thought. looking at him through the mirror, you smile sweetly at him, though the glint in your eyes makes andrew shudder. "god, y/n/n, you're reminding me why I never want to get on your bad side," he murmurs, causing you to giggle.

“come on drew, let's get this show started,” you get up, grabbing your microphone, heading to where the technical assistant people stood. once they finished hooking your earpiece up, they ushered you to the center of the stage.

it was blacked out on stage, so no one saw you get on. as you stood waiting for the cue for everything to start, you hear the murmurs of the crowd. you never felt nervous for a show until now; drew informed you they stood front and center.

mindy, anika, ethan, and tara all accompanied him. you wonder how he even got tara to agree to come here. shaking the thoughts out of your head, the countdown in your ear starts.

“everyone in their places? alright, one... two... good luck, guys.” the bright lights of the stage illuminated the venue. your smile shined brighter as the beats to your first song started blasting.

drew was right; they were front and center. from your peripheral, you saw chad's expression; he was in awe. this was going to be good.

you fit every stereotype, send a pic

“new york! hope you all enjoyed tonight!” you exclaimed into your mic, beaming at the roars of cheers. “well, tonight, i have a special surprise for you all.” teasingly, you let their screams of excitement fill your ears.

“this surprise is a little different from any song we’ve played tonight. it’s also for someone in particular who's in the crowd right now,” you announced, staring directly at chad.

“hope you like this song, chad.” his face heats up, embarrassment mixed with excitement filling chad.

fans around him yelled and shrieked; some even threw their gifts at him. tara, who was next to him, was fuming. this entire time she’s been there, watching him admire you, his dopey smile never faltering.

the upbeat sound of the instrumentals causes everyone to shout. this was a new sound; even chad and his friends were shocked. they were used to the mellow alternative sound of your music; they never would've expected this. even tara stopped talking, doing a double-take at what you were singing.

i slam the door, i hit ignore

you kick the air, bending over as you continue to sing. your whole body feels warm, confidence and adrenaline coursing through your veins. chad's eyes widen as your hips continue to sway in front of him. he knows you love to perform, but this is a new you; he's never seen you act like this.

you start to get close to the edge of the stage, bending down to get close to where chad stood. reaching out to him, he comes close, his body naturally drawn to you. you lean in as close as you can, your noses barely touching. chad's gaze flashes down to your lips; you lean in before pulling your mic back up to your lips. his lips smack the tip of your mic.

i’m so sorry for your loss

you turn away giggling, strutting back to the center of the stage. for the split second, you were facing your bandmates; they gave you the smuggest looks. turning back to face the crowd, you could see tara and chad now arguing. his sister and ethan trying to calm them down before security took care of them.

saying your final goodbyes, you start to head backstage. technical assistants scramble around you, removing your mic and earpiece. the rest of your crew getting their instruments set up in their respective cases.

you feel refreshed; getting to see the look of disappointment on chad's face was pure gold. part of you regretted it, but you tried to ignore it. you wanted revenge, and you got it. now you can move on and continue to focus on your career.

i feel so much lighter like a feather with you out of my life

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

guys it’s so funny i used olivia as my reference and im using a sabrina song. anyway first song fic?? kinda crappy ending srry. first time writing for chad and i made him a cheater like out the jump. i’ll maybe make a part 2!not proof read at all.

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[gyqru]

SCREAM VI

ethan landry

do me a favor? ” : chad decides to help his friend with his confidence, with the support of a special bunny.

lady of namek ” : the following events of a my drabble “do me a favor”

chapter one, chapter two

savior complex ” : ethan loves how helpless you are for him. no matter what he’ll always be there to lift you up.

babydoll ” : being the baby of the group isn’t as fun as it seems, especially when the core four are always breathing down your neck.

cherry red popsicle ” : one hot day leads to some playful teasing.

moth to a flame ” : sometimes ethan feel insecure, though your action at a party speak louder then words.

misc. ↓

loser! ethan head cannons

chad meeks-martin

feather ” : after your boyfriend cheated on you, you decide to dedicate a song to him at your next concert.

gyqru made this work, do not translate, repost, or plagiarize! — all rights reserved to @gyqru

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[gyqru]

LADY OF NAMEK — ethan landry

warning: home intruder? mentions of physical attack/gutting. tell me if i missed anything.

summary: after your encounter with ethan and chad at the party, you start to notice ethan everywhere you go. what a weird coincidence right?

word count: 2.7k

author note: this follows a one shot i made about the party scene so read that first to get some context. [do me a favor?]

chapter two

after the frat party, you can’t help but wonder how you didn’t notice the cardboard man before. seeing him when you walk into your math studies, or accidentally bumping into him in the halls; he was everywhere and you never realized it.

you thought it was a coincidence, yet ethan knew it wasn’t. it was easy to get your routine down. ethan followed you on purpose, but he stayed far away so no one would suspect him.

"accidentally" bumping into him? he did that on purpose, choosing when and how you two would collide. bumping into you when you had your hands full, purposely knocking down your books to help you pick them up.

he noticed when you would meet with your friends at the vending machines in the common area. noticed when you had certain classes you wouldn’t try as hard to look good, not that you didn’t always look good.

finally, after weeks of stalking, ethan has the courage to try and talk to you. before all your friends could arrive at your designated meet-up spot ethan goes up to you.

“h-hey! you’re that bunny girl from the frat party..right?” he tries to not sound overly excited, yet his voice cracks making him cringe internally.

startled, you look up, noticing the curly head standing right in front of you. “um hello? yeah, i’m “that bunny girl” you were the walking cardboard box, friends with the cowboy?” you titter, taking out your headphones to hear him better.

“well i was a knight but yeah—my name is ethan by the way” ethan quipped, scratching the back of his neck, a weird habit he has when he’s nervous.

“i know your name, we’re in the same econ study group,” you admitted. you noticed him.. you already knew his name.

that made ethans inside giddy, his mind racing with delusions. “well i just wanted to uh talk to you. i thought you were pretty—cool! pretty cool” ethan exclaimed, not meaning to call you pretty.

giggling at his awkwardness, you smile at him. he’s so nerdy it’s kind of cute, you think. “ha thanks e, you’re not so bad yourself. surprised you didn’t bump into me today” you told him. freezing at the mention of his antics, ethan laughs awkwardly.

“s-sorry about that, i swear it’s not on purpose” he lied, “i’m teasing ethan, it’s my fault honestly. how do i not notice you, a giant, walking towards me.” you joke.

laughing at your joke, ethan tries to get the courage to ask you for your number. he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted.

“my god you wouldn’t know the morning i— oh.” your friend mei approached, stopping once she noticed you and ethan together. “uh my bad… am i interrupting something?” mei asks, eyeing ethan. “no meimei, we were just talking” you explain.

“well you wouldn’t mind if i stole her for a minute would you? i’ll return her soon nerd boy,” mei taunts ethan. “okay mei that’s enough, it’s too early to start with your shit” you shove her arm away.

“sorry about her, she can be bitch but she isn’t that bad” you apologize to ethan, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“hey! i’m literally right here” mei scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. ignoring her tantrum, you continue talking to ethan. “look here’s my number. we can talk more if you want” you grab a marker pen from your bag, grab his hand and write your number.

“oh okay yeah i’ll uh, i’ll text you! bye y/n” ethan beams, happy that he got your number without having to find it himself. “mhm, bye bye e!” you wave him off as your friend drags you away.

rummaging through your kitchen pantry, you try to find something to snack on. not realizing the looming figure that stalked your ground-floor apartment.

you finally felt at peace, mei isn’t here to scream at her computer, and chantel isn’t blabbering about her family issues.

successfully finding a bag of chips you start heading to the living room. until your phone starts ringing, startling you. reaching on the kitchen island, you turn it over to see who was calling you this late.

it’s an unknown number, you decide not to reply, letting it ring on the counter. before you can leave your kitchen, a second call hits your phone. now suspicious, you wonder who could be trying to reach you.

“hello? mei? did you lose your phone again? this is the fifth time you've used a pay phone," you say, pausing when you hear heavy breathing.

thinking of who this unknown number could be, you remember how you gave that nerdy guy your number. “ethan? is that you? why didn’t you just text me—“ you get cut off by the sound of a deep modulated voice.

“it’s not ethan, y/n.” the deep voice gravles. recognizing the voice instantly you roll your eyes in annoyance. you lean against your kitchen island and hiss, "this isn't funny ya' know. a voice changer isn't scary."

“let’s play a game y/n.” he stated, completely ignoring your insults. rolling your eyes, you end the call. fucking weirdos trying to scare me, you think. heading to the living room you settle back down to finish your movie.

a loud bang startles you, ripping your attention from the film in front of you. knowing that you're alone in your apartment, you do the most rational thing.

heading to your kitchen to arm yourself with a knife, your cell phone starts to ring again. you want to let it ring, to ignore it but deep down you know what’s to come if you don’t.

“what do you want?” you bark, pressing yourself into the furthest corner of your kitchen. “hang up on me again and i’ll gut you and use your insides as decorations” ghostface seethes. staying silent, your eyes dart around your kitchen trying to think of a plan on how to escape.

“aw, nothing sarcastic to say now? you hear me in your apartment don’t you?” he taunts, his heavy combat boots making your floors creak. fear starts to consume you, he sounds too close to where you are.

fear consumes you; you try your best to think of how to get out of your apartment. there's only one door that connects your kitchen to the rest of your apartment, leading directly to the living room. hearing him turn up the volume of the scary movie playing on your television, you realize that you can't just make a run for it.

you’re a sitting duck waiting to be killed.

sinking down to the floor in despair, you try to hide behind the kitchen island. shaky hands trying their best to keep a good grip on the knife you’re holding. “a-answer me, what do you want.” you stuttered out.

panic starts to bubble inside of you, his heavy footsteps slowly start sounding closer. the quiet sound of the kitchen door creaking open makes your heart sink.

as you prepared to fight for your life, you heard the front door handle jingle. a group of voices from behind the door can be made out; for the first time, you thanked mei for always having people in your apartment.

also having heard the group of people, ghostface makes a run for it. leaving the same way he entered. as his footsteps descend, you hear the door open. the phone call ending, you finally feel like you can breathe.

“y/n! im home, brought over some friends” mei yelled out. getting up, you place your phone and knife down on the counter. exiting the kitchen, you run into mei and hug her.

engulfing her in a big bear hug, she huffs in surprise. “y/n..? you okay babes what happened” she questions, hugging you back. ignoring the people around you go silent, you lead her to the hall that connects all your rooms.

noticing your room door was the one wide open, you cursed. he entered through your bedroom window. “what the fuck happened?” mei barked, noticing your room was a mess. besides breaking in, he decided to rummage through your room.

walking in, you immediately close your window and lock it. “y/n.. what happened?” mei repeats calmly, grabbing your hands and leading you to sit down on your bed.

“h-he got in and he c-called me and threatened me mei. he knew my fucking name!” you revealed, tears welling up in your eyes.

“who y/n? who threatened you?” mei demands, grabbing your shoulders to calm you down. “ghostface.” you muttered, scared if you say his name he’ll appear.

before mei could reply, a girl knocked on the doorframe of your door. “i’m sorry i didnt mean to interrupt” she says, noticing your teary face.

“it’s okay sam, actually glad you did. you would know more about this then i do,” mei got up, pulling sam outside.

after a couple minutes her friend, sam, sits next to you. “are you okay?” she asks, giving a reassuring smile. “i’m fine, i didn’t get hurt” you say, confused on why mei would send her friend to comfort you.

almost as if she could read your mind, sam starts to explain her and her sister's correlations with ghostface. “so if he’s after you and your sister, where does that put me?” you didn’t even know the carpenter sister until now.

“i don’t know honestly, now that he’s after you, this adds a whole ‘nother level of confusing” she acknowledged.

now a group of people have gathered at your bedroom doorway, and you're starting to regret what you said about mei earlier. "we don't want to interrupt, but mei explained everything," said a short girl with dark hair.

scanning over the four people you notice a familiar face. it's that cowboy from the party, the one who's friends with ethan. “uh it's fine, im assuming you all have also been victims of the ghostface attacks too” you said.

“yeah, for years now, welcome to the club” a girl who looked somewhat like sam joked, earning a pinch to the side from a taller girl and a stern look from her sister.

“right.. well thanks for everything really, but i’m sure i’ll be fine for now” you huff out, getting up from your bed. pushing past the group, you try to go find mei again.

someone followed you, pulling you into the privacy of the kitchen. it was ethan’s friend, the cowboy. “hey, i know this is a weird coincidence, but please. he’s doesn’t kill people for no reason, could you at least consider going to the police and giving a statement?” he pleads with you.

you argue that he didn't kill you. “it could’ve been someone pretending to be him or a sick prank, i just don’t want to get involved,” chad fell silent, you were right, he didn’t kill you, which is strange. still having so much on your mind you continue to rant.

“i also find it strange that you and ethan are all a part of this. i gave ethan my number yesterday, and now you’re in my apartment. this doesn’t feel like a coincidence…” you trail off, trying to make a correlation to all this.

“you gave ethan your number? how do you two even know each other?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. chad can’t seem to grasp that his awkward roommate could have the balls to go up to you and ask you for your number.

“we’re in the same econ study group” you say blankly. “look.. uh.. ethan’s friend, i appreciate the concern, but i really don’t want to get involved anymore then i have to.”you stressed.

"my name is chad, and if you're still alive, he's definitely planning something. you're already involved." chad retorted. god why does he care so much, you wonder.

“fine, i’ll give a statement but that’s it” you compromise, not feeling like arguing any further.

the ringing of chads phone startled the both of you, pulling out his phone he checks who’s calling him; it was ethan wondering where he was.

“i’m at a…friends” chad pauses before saying friends, not knowing if he should say he’s at your apartment. chad knew ethan had grown a liking to you, he didn’t want to jeopardize that for his roommate.

leaving chad in the kitchen, you walk into the living room. mei was talking to the rest of her friends, heads turning the moment you walked in. jesus christ these people were scary.

"i'm sleeping in chantel's room, mei. please tell her what happened before she gets angry," you sigh as you go to your roommate's room. you don’t hear meis reply, drowning in your own exhaustion.

laying down, you tried not to think about the situation. you didn’t even know if it was ghostface, you never saw who was in your house. the only sign of ghostface was the call, but that could’ve been anyone. soon you finally fell asleep, this was an issue for the police now.

weeks have gone past since your last encounter with ghostface, you stopped worrying about if he’ll come back. you had given your statement to the police but that was it. you weren’t traumatized like the victims of the woodsboro attack, so paranoia didn’t consume your days.

life returned to normal, partying whenever you could. to the naked eye all you cared about was getting drunk on a thursday night.

yet, you knew you hardly ever drank at parties. your rambunctious personality camouflaged itself with that of someone who has had one too many drinks. the way you dressed suggested the same, but you ignored that.

you’ve talked to ethan here and there, it was either friendly conversations or exchanging answers for economics. you’ve invited him to take part in your party lifestyle but he always declined.

as your hips swayed to the rhythms of the music, you failed to realize the pair of brown eyes staring at you. between two of your friends, the three of you danced together, not a care in the world.

"stop staring, man; you look like a creep," chad teased, nudging ethan’s side. "huh, what? i wasn't staring... was it that obvious?" ethan tore his eyes away from you to see chad’s teasing face. rolling his eyes, he went back to staring at you, admiring your addicting aura.

ethan eyed you as you said something to one of your friends, agreeing to your words you walk off. following you with his eyes he sees you go to the kitchen. (ironic)

excusing himself from chad, he follows you like a trained dog, never losing sight of you. upon entering the kitchen, you immediately go to the fridge, digging up something to drink for you and your girls.

before ethan can get to you, some random frat boy beats him to it. the random guy comes up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. your bent body shoots up, looking up to see who it is, your eyes immediately widen.

“drew, oh my god! hi!” you squealed, recognizing the tall boy. standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders. smiling down at you he hugs you back, picking you up off your feet.

ethan watches this play out, feeling jealousy shoot through his veins. who the fuck was this guy and why is he so close to you?

he has you caged between his arms, his face leaning down to your ear, whispering something that makes you laugh. ethan couldn’t stand this anymore, turning his heel and walking back to find chad.

as the party went on, you stayed close to your friends. the guy from the kitchen also joined your group. only leaving them when you needed a drink. ethan was still stalking you, losing his patience quickly.

not because of you, but how at any moment you would be alone some random would always manage to flirt with you. their hungry eyes staring down your low-cut top, or their hands lingering too long around your waist.

giggling at whatever bullshit they said to you, your inviting gaze only leading them on more. it drove ethan insane, he wanted to drive his knife into anyone who even looked at you.

snapping back to reality, he realizes you aren’t with your friends. looking around he can’t seem to find you, get up from the wall he was leaning on he walks to the kitchen.

you weren’t there either, ethan knows you haven’t left yet so he continues looking for you. you were walking upstairs, by yourself thankfully.

perfect timing, ethan finally has you all alone.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

left y’all on a cliff hanger. kay so drew, mei, and chantel are ig ocs? they aren’t super important but they’re there. also im spacing out the actual events of what happened cuz i don’t want reader to just fall instantly for ethan (i know you want to be his but come on you barely know the guy) besides that should be all! i hope i didn’t disappoint, i know like four people wanted a part two so this is that part two. kinda proofread!

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[gyqru]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ wanted to write a cute idea i had from the party scene. somewhat self indulgent just a tiny little bit.

trying to make your way through the sea of drunk bodies, you finally stumble into an area that isn’t totally crowded. it was a common room type of thing, a doorway leading to what you assumed was the kitchen.

there’s just one problem: two guys were blocking the doorway to your escape, one dressed as a cowboy and another in a cardboard getup.

grumbling, you make your way up to them, ready to squeeze past them. as you approach them, you make eye contact with the cowboy, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey you! bunny girl!” chad shouts over the loud music, just as you were about to excuse yourself past him. freezing at the mention of your costume, you step back. standing in front of the cowboy, you cock an eyebrow.

“what is it partner, need help settling some cattle,” you joke in a faux country accent, the buzz from all the drinking giving you confidence you didn’t know you had.

chuckling loudly, chad mumbles something about you being feisty for a bunny. deciding to ignore his comment, you try to continue your way to the kitchen.

“nuh uh, little bunny, i need your support here.” Chad blocks the whole entryway now, ethan watches you roll your eyes, feeling bad about his friend's antics.

“if i give you my support, are you going to let me pass?” you look up at him, annoyance written all over your face. “yes, girl, trust me, i’m not trying to kidnap you,” he smiles, somehow widening at your agreement.

“fine, what’s up?” you question. turning his attention to ethan, he grabs him by the shoulder and brings him closer to himself. confused, you tilt your head, wondering where this is leading.

“my friend here doesn't think he’s a total snack, so i need support from others to convince him,” chad beams, emphasizing the support part, a warning not to say anything rude about his friend.

a small smile splays on your face, finding it kinda sweet of the cowboy to do this for his quiet friend. humming in agreement, you start to look the shy boy up and down. stiffening under your gaze, ethan tries his best not to blush, feeling awkward as you judge him.

he tries to take in your appearance too, a skimpy latex one-piece that leaves little to the imagination and cute bunny ears. too focused on your body, ethan fails to realize you took a step closer, your hands reaching up to grab his face, turning it side to side. “hm... good jawline, cute eyes... and freckles,” you praise the curly-haired boy.

chad’s practically bouncing up and down behind you, giving reassuring thumbs up to his shy friend. stepping back, you stand next to chad again, ready to make your opinions known.

“so... what’s your final verdict, bunny girl?” chad questions.

“he isn't a snack—” you pause, both chad and ethan’s faces drop. “—he’s a full-course meal,” you continue, giggling at how quickly their faces dropped.

chad starts hollering, seeming way more excited about the compliment than his friend. “see, man, i told you you’re a whole fucking buffet!” he exclaims as he starts to shake ethan’s shoulders. ethan’s face feels like it's on fire, smiling like an absolute fool. chad, still boasting about how a girl complimented him, didn't notice you slipped away.

after the party, ethan couldn't stop thinking about you, your soft hands touching his face, the way you had a drunk glow. he was infuriatingly infatuated with you, even though he doesn’t even know your name.

that doesn't matter right now; all that matters is that he can watch you from your windows. you’re going to regret calling him a full-course meal, not knowing what you just got yourself into.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

self indulgent in the sense that i was a bunny girl for halloween saur reader is a bunny girl too. also im so sorry for the kinda corny “settling cattle” joke i truly don’t know why i came up with that. but the whole scene is kinda dorky so might as well make reader a little dorky too.

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