#scream six fanfiction

[corpsebasil]

Karma Part 4 aka the FINALE

with his life in your hands, it’s up to you to be with the masked killer you’ve grown to love

He held onto you, glaring with a ferocity you’d never seen before at Detective Bailey and Quinn.

Quinn, who was back from the dead, and Bailey, who was… You glanced up at Ethan’s face, examining his features for any resemblance. Ethan’s father. Ethan stood between you and the others, Sam and Tara both armed with bricks. They’d been stunned to realize Ethan was a Ghostface—more so when they realized you knew. But in your hurried explanations, that he’d defended you, hadn’t killed anyone else, their hate turned into uncomfortable apprehension.

“That bitch,” Quinn was saying, pointing her knife at you. “should’ve been my kill. I had her, E. Where the hell do you get off attacking me?”

“I told you to leave her alone.” He argued, still keeping one arm around you as he glared at his sister. He hadn’t worn the costume; he’d burned it, actually, right after the two of you had… “She’s mine. You can’t take her away from me. Not this one, one thing in my life that’s worth a damn.”

“She’s a girl, Ethan.” Quinn growled, still glaring at you. “What did that little slut do to change your mind? Did she spread her—”

“Shut up, Quinn.” Ethan’s tone was lethal. “You want her, you can go through me.”

Tara was backing away, passing a brick into your hand as you stood stock still, watching the two siblings trade verbal blows. You had goosebumps across your skin; Quinn, the girl you’d done makeup with before school, the girl with whom you’d had a Dunkin tradition on Sunday mornings, had tried to kill you? You two weren’t extremely close, but you thought that she’d liked you, at a minimum.

“Why Quinn?” You asked, voice raw as you stared at the ginger. “What did I ever do to you?”

“You were never supposed to be involved.” Detective Bailey cut his daughter off, casting his steely gaze to your own. You shrank underneath the weight of his stare. “Here’s the deal, young lady. Get out now, leave Ethan to us, and you can live. Doesn’t that sound fair?”

Your eyes cut to Ethan’s. His gaze was pained as he looked at you; when he slowly nodded his head, you balked.

“They can do whatever they want to me.” He murmured, brown eyes scanning your face. “As long as you’re safe.”

“No,” you shook your head, eyes widening. “no, E, I’m not gonna—”

“Let them have him.” Sam ordered you, and you glanced over, horror filling your expression. “He deserves it. Get out of here, Y/N.”

“I won’t.” You snapped, staring at your friend. “How could you ask me that? What if I asked you to leave Danny?” You spun to Tara, her own expression twisted. “Or Chad?”

“Chad is dead.” She said, voice tight.

“We don’t both have to lose people today.” You pleaded, looping your arms tighter around Ethan. “You can fuck yourself.” You told Quinn, and her expression promised violence. “And you.” You looked to Bailey, glaring harder. “You’re the most pathetic excuse for a father I’ve ever met.”

“You had your chance.” Bailey said, and nodded to Quinn, who lunged.

Sam and Tara swung with their bricks as Ethan hauled you away, your breath hitching as he tugged you back, back, back, your heart rate spiking to a dangerous level. And then Quinn, god knows how, was there, having had escaped Sam and Tara, and shouted a curse at the two of you.

“Join your bitch in hell.” Quinn snarled and slashed out.

Your world shrank to pinpoint.

You screamed, screamed, as the blade tore through Ethan’s abdomen. He staggered backwards, choking on a gasp, and dropped to the floor. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t breathe as the boy you were in love with clutched as his middle, blood seeping rapidly out of the wound.

“Fuck you.” Quinn said, pointing her knife at you.

“Fuck you.” You spat back, and swung your brick.

You barely felt the impact.

She fell to the ground, teeth knocked out, but you didn’t stop. You felt insane—utterly insane as you slammed the makeshift weapon home over and over and over. You didn’t realize you were keening, tears running hot down your face, until someone grabbed your collar and yanked you away.

“No!” You gasped, the brick falling from your bloodied fingers, and Sam smacked you across the face so fast and violent your teeth cut into your cheek.

“Calm down.” She ordered, shaking you by the shoulders when she faced you. “Calm the fuck down. She’s dead. Christ.”

“Ethan—” You choked out, pointing, and Sam’s concerned stare turned hateful as she looked at him. “Sam please.” You begged, fighting her grasp so you could move towards him. He was laying flat on his back now, face screwed up with pain, his hand trembling against his wound. “Please please. I won’t ask you for anything else. Just help me.” She followed your eyes to the closest exit. If you could just get him to the hallway, maybe you could somehow break out. “Please I cant live without—”

“God, fine.” She snapped, letting go of you to help lift him. You had no idea where Bailey or Tara was but, based on the fact that you’d just bashed his daughter’s skull in with a brick and his son had betrayed him, you weren’t sure if he was going to stick around.

The two of you moved to Ethan, lifting him by the shoulders and tugging him towards the hall. A moan of pain left his lips and you choked back a sob, tears filling your eyes as you looked down at him. You were muttering reassurances, trying to convince the both of you it was okay, when Sam left to find her sister.

You kept him tucked in the corner of the hall, as far away from the fight as you could manage, as you slowly peeled up his shirt. You almost gagged. Short of his guts hanging out the wound was devastating, and you saw the tears in his eyes as he trembled.

“Baby,” you touched his face, his sleepy eyes moving to your own. “baby what do I do? I don’t know how to—”

“Duct tape.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “My backpack. Use the—the duct tape.”

You dove for his backpack, rummaging through it until you found the desired material. You yanked off a strip and began taping his abdomen shut, trying not to retch when his cries of pain met your ears. You were crying steadily now, your hands shaking, when there was finally nothing left to tape up.

“Can you—” Ethan swallowed, his speech slurring as he panted. “Just, stay with me? I just…want to be with you when..”

“No.” You shook your head, sliding onto the ground beside him and looping an arm over his chest. You pressed your face against his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m not leaving you. I cant.”

“You know I love you, Y/N.” He murmured, and you choked back a sob, your lips pressing kisses against his neck and shoulder. And then you tensed, hearing the click of a gun, and turned.

“Isn’t this a pretty picture.” Detective Bailey mused, gun at his side. “A real Romeo and Juliet story.” He pointed the gun at Ethan and you practically snarled at the man, shielding his body the best you could with your own. “You threw it all away on some girl.” He sneered, glaring at his son, who gripped your arm as hard as he could.

“Y/N, go.” Ethan breathed, wincing as he fought to prop himself up.

“You wanna kill him?” You asked, glaring at his father. How such an amazing boy came out of him, you had no idea. “Shoot me first.”

“Whatever the lady wants.” He replied, aiming for your head, and you stared with defiance as Ethan gasped, your ears vaguely picking up his begging protests.

The gunshot went off.

Bailey lurched to the side, dropping to the ground, as Sam stood before you, a gun of her own pointed at the bastard’s head. You were panting, heart racing, sure you were seconds away from following your boyfriend into death.

“He talks too much.” Sam muttered, and looked to you, concern filling her eyes. “Y/N, get up.”

“No.”

“Y/N, he’s not going to make it we need to—”

You felt feral. Absolutely wild as you glared at her, your grip on his hand, the hand that had reached out to hold yours during your execution, tightening.

“Help him. Help him and I’ll come with you.” You felt miserable as you laid your head back on his shoulder, your mouth quivering as you held him as tight as you dared with his injuries. “Ethan, come on. Stay awake for me.”

He grunted in response, turning his head to kiss your own, and Sam made a sound of both annoyance and defeat.

“Seriously? We need to—”

Doors burst open somewhere and you tensed, watching as officers entered the room led by Danny. You could’ve sobbed in relief as you saw medics entering, Sam immediately directing them your way. You murmured the updates to Ethan, whose eyes were closed, before you stilled. He was completely cold.

“E?” You whispered, sitting up. Without your presence his head lolled to the side; Ethan’s skin had gone pale and, when you picked up his hand, it felt limp in your own. “Ethan?” Your vision went white.

You were vaguely aware of the medics moving around you as you stared, ears ringing, at the boy that you loved. The boy that was dead.

“Sweetheart?” Fingers snapped in front of your face and you blinked slowly. “Sweetheart, come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

You pointed at Ethan—no, tried to point, because your body refused to move. You just stared. Stared and stared, as hands gripped you under the arms and lifted you. And then Danny was scooping you up, your eyes never leaving Ethan as the medic closest to him pressed her fingers to his neck, another examining the duct tape.

You turned away.

-

It had been four months since the theater attack.

Four months since you’d had to fight for anything—since you’d needed to fight. But now you stood in your apartment, breathing deeply, the weapon at your side clenched tight in your hand.

Your enemy stood hardly ten feet away, glaring back at you with just as much ferocity. His dark eyes never left your own as you spoke, forcing as much bravado as you could into your tone.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire.”

The boy snorted, his eyes lighting up with wry amusement.

“Your new empire?”

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“Y/N, my allegiance is to the Republic. To Democracy!

You clicked the button on your battery-operated lightsaber at the same time as Ethan, and tried not to laugh.

“If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy.”

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” He snapped back, taking a step forward. “I will do what I must—”

“AHHH!” You shrieked, charging, before Ethan had hardly gotten the last word out. He yelped as you tossed away your lightsaber and jumped on him, toppling the both of you to the ground.

“Hey, hey!” He protested, rolling you onto the living-room floor. He pinned your arms with his hands and shook his head, staring at you with disbelief. “You had another line. One more line. You always do that.”

“Next time I’ll be Obi-Wan.” You giggled, squirming around in his grasp.

“You’re a mess, you know that?” He asked, rolling his eyes, and moved off. “Can we watch the trilogy next? I wanna see Kylo Ren.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, reluctantly moving to your feet as he went to make popcorn in your kitchen. “Can we watch something else? What about a Barbie movie?”

“Absolutely not.” Ethan scoffed, turning to give you a comically disturbed look. “You tortured me last week with that marathon.”

“It was only, like, the best ones.”

“It was seven hours. Seven hours of singing and dresses and—”

“Ethaaan.” You whined, dashing over to wrap your arms around his waist. “Don’t you love me?”

“Obviously.”

“Then what’s one more Barbie movie?”

“Dear God.” He rubbed his eyes as you hugged him tighter, turning your head to press kisses to his chest. “Fine. Fine. But I’m picking it out.”

“You always give in.”

“I cant resist you.”

You smiled as he ran his hand over your cheek and kissed you, his other hand slipping into your hair to tug your head back. You let out a sigh as you sank into him, your fingers moving to run along his waist, then under his shirt and— You stiffened and he moved back.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked a few times. Then you lifted the material of his shirt up, eyes running across the long, slightly raised scar on his abdomen. You ran a hand over your mouth and dropped his shirt, avoiding his eyes when he tugged you straight back into his arms.

“I’m fine, now. Remember?” He jostled you a tiny bit, a calm smile still on his face. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

It had taken weeks of therapy. Many, many times where you forced yourself to hang out with your friends. And way too many nights sleeping in a hospital chair, waiting for Ethan to recover.

The doctors said that it was a miracle he’d survived. That he must’ve been holding on to something—that he was a fighter. And now that he was healed physically, the both of you were doing your best to heal mentally, as well.

“Y/N?” Ethan cupped your face and looked at you, eyes scanning your own. “Together, remember? We get through this together?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed, ignoring the tightness in your chest. “Always.”

“Then let’s go watch a damn princess movie.” He smirked at you as you let out a trembling laugh, then you squeaked as he planted aggressive kisses all over your face, not freeing you until you were wiggling away from him. “Love you.” Ethan said, pulling you close, and kissed you again.

HELLOOO THE END AND THANKS TO EVERYONE THAT STUCK AROUND

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[prettybabybaby]

Perv! Ethan jerking off while on the phone with you, possibly while you're crying to him about how your date stood you up or something.

again, not exactly what you asked for but this is what came out so.

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content: murder, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader, male masturbation

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your breathing was short and shallow, the strain on your throat clear even over the static sounds of the phone. he could picture you sat in the small space between the post of your bed and your closet, knees up and teary face tucked between them. he pictured your bunched up skirt that had undoubtedly slipped down your legs, pooling around your hips and exposing a sliver of your delicate panties. he let himself wonder what kind you wear.

ethan struggled to keep his own breathing level and push down the whimper that wished to voice his pleasure. his grip on himself was tight, loosening slightly with every twist of his wrist as he kept a slow but steady pace.

“i just,” you let out another sob, “i wanted it to go well. i got dressed and everything…” your began to sniffle again, “and he left me there. all alone. no text… nothing.”

“i’m sure you look gorgeous,” he forced out when you began to cry. god, why did you sound so perfect when you cried? “f-fuck, he, he wasn’t worth your time, beautiful.”

blood was rushing south in intense waves, stiffening his cock almost painfully and causing crystal beads to dribble out of his tip and down his shaft, lubricating his strokes that were becoming more and more frantic.

“i’m still so worried, e,” you whimpered, “with the killer loose…”

ethan glanced around, pumping furiously as you continued, “it’s so scary, isn’t it? anything could happen, no one's safe." you were. "not even him... god, i hope he's okay."

his grip on his phone tightened, trembling as he worked to restrain himself, the task much harder now that he was so close. his hips began to lift, meeting his fists as his eyes flickered around the scene in front of him. the empty eyes, the crimson liquid pouring from parted lips, and the still chest of your lover. your sweet voice confiding in him, trusting him with your concerns and feelings of pain when he was the cause of all of this made him shiver as his cock pulsed in his grasp.

he had gotten jealous, he had followed your date home, stalked him, plotted his demise right under your nose. and here he was, plan executed and not an ounce of remorse. in fact, he'd go as far as to say he enjoyed it.

ethan chuckled, humorous and breathy, "yeah." he couldn't hold back a strangled moan when your sobs started up again, little hiccups disrupting them.

"e," you whimpered. the whine of his nickname had his hips thrusting pathetically, lip tucked between his teeth and grip tightening. "please." his stomach fluttered, orgasm just over the edge. he forced his eyes open, only managing to crack them open, but the bloody scene in front of him was still visible. lifeless and unmoving. no longer a threat.

"i need you..."

his teeth punctured his plump bottom lip, filling his mouth and flooding his taste buds as he came, sensitively trembling as spurts of his seed shot out of him, a thick stream falling down and over his fist.

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[august126]

✭・.First Times ✭・.

Virgin ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: Ethan is worried he’ll die a Virgin, maybe he was destined to be the one guy who never got laid. But, at a party, his destiny may be turning around for the better.

warnings: Smut (obviously), loss of virginity, Vaginal Fingering,Vaginal Sex,Size Kink, Jealousy, friends to lovers?,praise, masturbation, Ethan’s a lil nervous,alcohol indulgence, drinking/drunk characters, dirty talk ,and unprotected sex (stay safe)

“Am I gonna die a virgin?” y/n had heard Ethan say, a poor pathetic look on his face as he looked up at Mindy. y/n wanted to laugh, boys and seeing losing their virginity as a do or die situation. Mindy, and the rest of the group, give the curly haired boy a weird amused glance. “Way too much information” Mindy said before she continued to ramble on about possibilities of who the killer may be.

As the group split ways, y/n walked beside Ethan. 

“Are you really a virgin?” It slipped out before you could stop your self. your words halted Ethan in his step, turning to you with slightly flushed cheeks before continuing to walk, slower now. “Um, yeah. Is that surprising or something?” 

y/n pondered the idea. Ethan wasn’t ugly, he was quite attractive in y/n’s eyes matter-of-fact, but he comes off a little weird, which didn’t give him any bonus points, those factors could turn some people off. you hobbled a little and nudged his arms with your shoulder, an amused smirk on your lips. “It is kinda surprising, actually. You’re a pretty attractive guy. Just a little  weird.” 

Ethan didn’t say anything as they continued to walk, but he couldn’t hide the redness of his face or ears upon hearing y/n call him attractive.

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Parties weren’t really Ethan’s thing. Sweaty drunk bodies all piled together, flashing lights, music way too loud you can’t even hear your own voice. He agreed to come because everyone else was going. Mostly because y/n was going, and you had invited him personally.

He kept to himself in a corner of the room, a red solo cup in his hand that contained a small amount of alcohol. Not wanting to get black-out drunk tonight. 

Ethan’s eyes scanned the party, finally landing on you in the kitchen. Beside you was some guy he’d never seen. Was he even a student? He was tall, beard coming in, he couldn’t have been younger than 30. He was awfully close to you nearly pressing you to the counter as you drunkenly swayed while laughing. He felt something hot form in the pit of his stomach, rising to his chest as his fingers involuntarily gripped the cup tighter. 

White hot jealousy.

He had no reason to be jealous, y/n wasn’t his and was free to talk to whomever you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from glaring from across the room. 

The guy leaned down to whisper something into your ear, then motioned upstairs. His implication was very clear. He watched you laugh, say something, then pull away from him. Ethan hoped you had some sense left into you and didn’t follow some random freak upstairs. 

To his surprise, you was heading straight toward him. you said something that he didn’t pick up before you stumbled into his chest. Ethan let out a small puff of air as you layed against him. He hoped you couldn’t hear his increasing heartbeat to your proximity and touch. 

As you layed your head on him someone bumped into you from behind,  your drink splashing all over your front and part of Ethan’s shirt. “Shit!” you cursed, pulling away from him as you examined the state of you, you're ruined angel costume. Ethan was quick to spring to action, taking her cup from y/n and setting it on a side table. “Let’s get you cleaned up, I’m sure there’s a bathroom upstairs.” He said loud enough for y/n to hear as he dragged them both up the stairs.

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After many failed attempts of walking into rooms with making out couples, they eventually found the bathroom. Tucked away at the end of the hall.

you sat on the sink counter as you dabbed your dress with a towel, the spilt drink slowly soaking into the towel. Ethan sat on the toilet, facing you as he watched in silence. 

“Eth, can you help me? Im kinda spinning out here and dont have the strength in my arms to keep twisting this fucking dress” His heart jumped at the nickname as he stood to his feet, making his way to stand infront of you. “Yeah, hand me the towel.” you did, he took it from you and grabbed the hem of you dress gently, applying the towel to the dress as he let it soak up the drink.

He tried his best to ignore the straight-shot view of your white bra. The drink making the dress nearly translucent, leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallowed thickly as his ears burned red.

He moved the towel up, his knuckles ghosting over the underside of your chest. your sharp intake of breath made him dizzy. He lifted the towel and handed it out to you, “You should probably clean your chest yourself.”

But you refused to take it.

“Don’t be such a prude, I don’t mind.” Ethan stammered, eyes shifting from you to the towel. you laughed and leaned forward, your breath hot against his already burning ears, “I know you want to.” Ethan was rendered breathless, mouth dry as you leaned away. you even had the audacity to laugh afterwards. 

“Actually wait, I just remembered the girl who owns this place has a younger sister my age, she should have some spare clothe'' y/n interjected, standing from the sink and making your way out of the bathroom, Ethan following behind quietly. He took the time to catch his breath.

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you closed the door behind them as they stepped into the younger sister's room, you immediately going to her closet. Ethan glanced around the room, taking in the purple painted walls and hanging LED lights. His eyes caught y/n in his peripheral vision, he snapped his head towards her, lifting the dirty dress off your body leaving you covered by only a bra and your underwear. His eyes widened.

your skin glowed in the pink hue of the room, making it look soft to the touch. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over the newly exposed skin, feel it under his palm.

“y/n—” Whatever Ethan was trying to say was cut short as you turned to look at him, still only a bra and underwear.  He swears he melted right on the spot the second you started walking towards him, he stepped back, knees hitting the edge of the bed. He was trapped. y/n took that as her opportunity to climb onto his lap. She embraced him, hot flesh against his . His heart pounded against his chest, it felt like it’d burst at any moment. Surely, y/n could feel it. 

“Take away all my worries Ethan. I’ve been so scared with the recent murders, knowing there’s another Ghostface out there. I could be next. So please, take away my worries, just for tonight.” you mumbled into his neck, he could feel wetness pool into his collar, she was crying. A hand found its way to the small of your back, your skin was warm against his hand. It was as soft as he imagined. 

He felt bad, being with you like this, lying to you. He knew you never forgive him after you found out. The horrible things he’s done to get closer to you and your friends. Overtime, he grew fond of you. And here you was, in his lap, damn near begging for him to distract you from his wrong-doings. He would allow you this, not just tonight, whenever you wanted until it was gone.

“Yeah, okay. What do you want me to do?” His voice was soft as he spoke, y/n shifted in his hold to face him. There was something in your eyes that Ethan couldn’t quite piece together. Until you connected the dots for him. 

“Make me feel good.” 

His breath was punched out of him as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. you wanted him to please you? How? He was telling the truth earlier about being a virgin. y/n could sense his hesitation and leaned in so their lips were nearly touching, “I’ll show you how.” Ethan nodded maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you laughed and gave him a chaste kiss near the edge of his lips before you sat back against his thighs. 

your hand linked with his as you manuvered it to your liking, slowly moving it down. you stopped to look into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” Ethan was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this, from the moment I saw you.” Cheesy, but it still made you smile. 

y/n slowly moved his hand under her panties, placing his finger just above where she ached for him. The wetness there coated his finger, even through your panties. He made a small noise as you guided his finger up and down your clothed folds, slowly. you could feel him, in those confined jeans, pressing into your thigh. Even trapped in his jeans, he felt relatively bigger than you expected him to be. you stopped his movements, letting you self slip your panties to the side so he could really feel you. He choked a groan back when he felt you, wet, for him.

“Think you can go on from here?” He glanced up at you with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched enough videos to know what I'm supposed to be doing.” 

y/n let his wrist go, you immediately arching into his touch as he began moving his finger. He played with you for a while, gliding up and down, rubbing at your clit, taking you one stop closer to the edge each time. His fingers slowed down.

“y/n, is it okay if.. Can I put one in?”

God, yes.

y/n moaned into his collar, “Yes, please.” He was gentle as he did it, slowly inserting his index finger. He kept it still for a few seconds, giving you enough time to tell him if it was uncomfortable, when he didn’t get that, he began to move his finger. He set a rhythm, replacing it with his middle finger so his palm could cup the rest of you. y/n was falling apart in his lap, more noises escaped from your lips.

moving your hips just right so his fingers would hit the deepest part of you each time. Fuck, he had long fingers. Prodding that sensitive spot deep inside you with little effort, you only imagined how much deeper he could reach with something besides his fingers. That was enough to make you shudder, hips stuttering as you whined into his shoulder. 

He pulled his fingers out from you, they were coated with you. He brought them to his lips, putting a finger past his lips to taste you. 

Jesus christ.

y/n needed more of him, in any way he’d give it to you, but you wanted it now. 

“Ethan, please, more. I want you.” you begged, moving from his grasp to fall against the bed. you reached for him, beckoning him over. 

He shyly crawled up towards you, hovering above you. A deep blush made its way down your neck as you noticed how you practically disappeared beneath him, he was broad in ways you hadn’t noticed before. His entire body covered you and that only added to the fire building up inside you. 

“Are you sure?” He said above you, looking down with worry. 

you never been more sure about anything. 

you pulled him down to your lips crashing against each other so hard they bumped teeth. The shy and awkwardness surrounding Ethan from earlier had evaporated as his lips connected to your jaw. He was all teeth and tongue, sending delicious sparks of pleasure to your core every time he bit down near your neck. He wanted to leave marks so people could see. 

He sat up, shucking his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. y/n was not disappointed at the sight before you, He had decent defined muscles on his abdomen and shoulders, deep lines that traveled past his waistband.He was quick with his belt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His jeans followed, leaving him only in his black boxers. He was straining against the fabric but ignored himself to pay attention to y/n for a while longer. 

Ethan pulled away from your poor bruised neck, not being able to keep himself in the confines of his boxers any longer as it began to hurt. “Shit, I uh, don’t have a condom.” y/n huffed a laugh, “Of course you don’t. It's ok, just pull out. I want to feel you.” He swallowed and nodded, his shyness back. He reached to his boxers, finally freeing his dick. y/n eyes followed, eyes widening slightly. It's always the virgin boys. He certainly was over average. 

“Ready?” He asked, you nodded. “Ready.”

His hands found your hips as he slowly pushed in, the stretch was painful and it burned, but y/n pushed through as he entered you inch by inch, you let out a painful sigh. Ethan was still, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him. y/n had never been so full.

It took you a few minutes for the burning to go away, which must've been hell for Ethan.

“Move. You— you can move now.” Ethan let out a breath of relief as he pulled out a couple inches and pushed back in. The burn was not as bad, it definitely helped that he was moving now instead of being still inside you.

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He moved inside of you with ease, stretching you beyond what you thought you could take. “F—fuck, I feel like you’re splitting me in half.” y/n whimpered as he thrust in deeply, making your body jump on the bed. Ethan was watching where their bodies connected, watching himself move in and out of you. 

“God, you take me so well.” He hadn’t meant to say it outloud, a stranger to dirty talk but it spurred y/n on, so y/n asking him to keep talking to her. So he did. Lots of, ‘You’re doing so good, Look how good you take me, You were made for me’ and more along those lines. 

your moans grew quicker, signialing you was close. your orgasm was like a rubber band, being pulled back until it finally snapped. you shuddered against him, fingers digging into his back—leaving little crescents. you clenched around him hard making him groan, he almost looked like he was in pain. “y/n— don’t do that, I’ll cum too soon.” he gritted out, giving you a particularly harsh thrust that rocked your body. 

Ethan’s thrusts grew more erratic, hips snapping against into you with fervor. His hands left your hips to grab at your wrists, pinning you arms above your head as he used those as leverage. you squirmed against his grip but to no avail. you felt as though his thrusts would leave bruises on your hips as each thrust hit the deepest part of you it could go. 

“Oh– Fuck.” Ethan slipped out of you quickly, using his hand to get him to release. His hips rocked into his palm as he spilt out cum on to your stomach. Tainting the your skin with milky white. 

He dropped ontop of you, careful not to put his full weight on you. His head between the junction of you shoulder, leaving small breathless kisses in their wake. 

“Not to boost your ego, but you don’t fuck like a virgin.” y/n heard him laugh shyly against you. How he can go from fucking you like there was no tomorrow yet still getting shy is beyond you. 

“Let's stay here for a bit, then we get cleaned up. Then we can leave this lame party.” Ethan made a sound of agreement.

The two falling into a comfortable silence beside one another.

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LET’S TRY SOMETHING NEW - ETHAN LANDRY 🩵 (sub!ethan)

REQUESTED!

SUMMARY: your boyfriend, ethan landry, finds your strap on after you spend months trying to hide it from him. you’ve been shy about the idea of pegging until now.

warnings: smut, pegging, use of sex toys, palming, sucking

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it was a sunny tuesday, but the continuous honking of cars that echoed through the streets of nyc weren’t really helping with the peace.

your boyfriend, ethan landry, was your sense of peace though. he was a respectful and kind boy who always brought some sort of light to your day no matter how shitty you felt.

he was the only thing you really needed to survive your 4 years of hell. and you were grateful that you both attended the same college which meant that separation anxiety was out of the picture.

he was also a very curious boy who had all sorts of questions. and it was clear that he was some sort of experimentalist.

“y/n?” he called out in a soft spoken voice, his cheeks became flushed while he mustered up the courage to ask a risky question.

“yes, baby?” you answered back in the same sweet tone that he just called your name in. you always went out of your way to help ethan with whatever he needed.

“um..” he held up your strap on that you’ve been trying to hide from him for the past few months. you were always too shy to bring up the idea of pegging.

“oh..” was all that came out of your mouth, your lips forming an ‘O’ at the sight of your strap on being in the hands of your poor, innocent boyfriend who just discovered it in the pits of your messy drawers.

“what’s this?” he asks, his cheeks becoming more flushed from the awkwardness that was quick to fill the room. “well um..” you were having a hard time figuring out how to explain the strap on that was displayed in his hands.

“have you ever heard of pegging?” you asked, hopefully he wasn’t too corrupted to understand such a term. “no.” ethan says shyly, feeling stupid for not knowing. “well. pegging is an anal sex act. where a woman wears a strap on and she penetrates a mans anus.” you began, your cheeks becoming equally as flushed as his.

“oh.” ethan said, his eyes widening at the statement of you possibly penetrating his tight anus. “can— we try..?” he asked, waving the strap on in the air. you forgot that he was a very open boy who was open to new ideas. you didn’t understand why you were so worried about his opinion. he never said no to you in fact.

“yeah. of course.” you closed your laptop, pausing your school work. you walked up to ethan and gave him a small peck on the lips. “get comfortable in bed, i’ll be there in a few.” you gave him one more peck before you were off, changing into a more appropriate outfit for an occasion like this.

ethan made sure to take everything off besides his boxers so that you had something to work with at least. you put on a cute set of lingerie to match your strap on. once you walked into your bedroom, ethan was more than ready. instead of fear displayed on his face, he was more than excited. his eyes lit up and he immediately sat up, his eyes glued onto your lingerie set and that strap on that you had on.

“so cute..” you whispered before crawling onto the bed, placing two strong hands onto his shoulder so that you could keep him in place.

“use me..” he whined softly, his soft minty breath hitting your face which made you get aroused. he was being so submissive right now. and you loved every single bit of it. “will do.” you confidently answered before smashing your hungry lips onto his soft lips.

his large hands travelled up to your waist where he held you comfortably. you both continued to kiss passionately, the thrill of trying something out arousing you both more.

you began to work on his boxers, lightly palming him through the thin cloth that covered his hard arousal. you knew that he was supposed to be inside of you, but instead you were going to be inside of him.

“i want you inside of me already momma..” he whined. you became more aroused by the new nickname. you never knew that he could be that submissive and it was driving you insane. “be patient.” you ordered before ripping his boxers off, his cock springing right up.

you gave him one last look in the eye before trailing a few kisses down his chest. you finally reached his dick and you began to kiss it gently, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing.

you then wrapped your mouth on his tip, feeling the pre-cum coat your whole mouth. you loved the taste, it was different yet delicious.

you then began to suck his dick. sucking noises filled the room along with his soft whimpers and moans while he bucked his hips up every few moments every time he inched closer to his orgasm.

“m-mmmm…!” he whimpered while squirming. he was getting so overstimulated by the feeling of your pretty mouth taking his dick like a champ. “i-i wanna cum..” he whispered while gripping your hair into a ponytail. you felt his hips buck again which shoved his whole 8 inches into your mouth, making you gag slightly.

you then felt one last thrust into your mouth before ropes of warm cum coated the back of your throat. you loved the feelings of being filled to the brim, inside your mouth and inside of your tight pussy.

you swallowed his cum within one go, a soft smirk on your lips then formed. “you ready?” you asked while getting up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube. you put a good amount on your hand before glazing your strap on with the slippery substance.

“yes momma.” ethan whimpered softly, recovering from the overstimulation situation that happened a few moments ago.

“get on all fours.” you demanded. you were now the one truly in control. you liked the feeling although it was still quite foreign to you since you were always the one under.

ethan was being a good boy and got on all fours, leaving his tight anus exposed to you. you got behind him and rubbed his entrance with your slippery tip before inserting yourself into him, causing him to let out a gasp.

“it-it hurts..” he whines, tears stinging his eyes from the pain of being stretched out completely. “i know baby..” you answered, giving him some time to adjust to the size before beginning to thrust slowly but gently into him.

at first, his responses were soft cries. he was trying to get used to the feeling after all and you made it easier by giving him some time to adjust to it.

“mmmph..!” he whimpered loudly once you shoved the full length into him. you knew his painful cries turned into cries of pleasure once he tries to suppress his moans.

you continued to thrust at a comfortable rate. you made sure to go easy on him since it was his first time after all and you wanted him to experience little to no pain.

“i’m about to c-cum!” he whimpered out while his anus walls began to squeeze around your strap on. you sped up the pace a bit so that he could reach his orgasm more faster.

“f-fuck.. momma!” he moaned loudly before his body began to shake gently, his legs quivering after experience a life changing orgasm.

you pulled your strap on out, his creaminess coated it along with your lube that still remained on it.

“you did so good baby.” you complimented and gave him a soft kiss before removing the strap on. “thank you, momma”. he whispered back, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

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[lesbianpepsi]

'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl | part II

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: The next morning...

words: 1.932.k (i'm sorry it's so short)

warnings: light swearing, reader doesn't like lucky charms (idc what anyone says they're overrated asf), bad writing

authors note: i am still astounded by the fact how big part one got, thank you all so much for all the notes. i hope you enjoy this :)

The next  morning you didn’t wake up till two in the afternoon, still feeling utterly exhausted. Your ankle still aches but not nearly as bad it was yesterday. Feeling hot you throw the duvet off of yourself as you push yourself up the bed till you feel your back against the headboard. 

“God,” you groan to yourself as you look down at the ankle brace, your mind flooding with the memory of the pain of it all yesterday. Definitely time for a painkiller or something, you think to yourself as you hastily fling your legs out of the bed. 

Stretching your arms as far as you possibly could you snag the crutches off of the floor, skillfully putting them on and standing up soon after. As you wobble over to your door you glance at the mirror right next to the door, as you catch your face in the reflection you couldn’t help but smirk slightly as a surge of confidence hits you.

Pulling your attention away from the mirror you go to open the door, the second you pull the door open you’re met with Tara with her hand already extended to open the door. You slightly jump at the sudden appearance whereas Tara lets out a small scream as she takes a step back. 

“Oh my god my heart just fell out of my asshole.” She mutters to herself as you let out a laugh at her panicked state. You grin as you hopped over to Tara, the smaller girl having a nervous gleam in her eye.

“For someone who loves horror you get scared so easily.” You teased with that grin still occupying your face. Tara let out a dry laugh as her eyes connected with yours, leaning closer. 

“How’re you feeling?” She asks you in a tender voice, her hand moving to caress up and down your arm. You swallowed nervously as your eyes gazed toward Tara's scarred hand, the contact of her soft palm on your skin making goosebumps rise all over your arm. Nodding your head weakly you replied. “The pain isn’t as bad as it was yesterday.”

“Good, that's good.” Tara says with a soft smile that weakened your knees, you’ve never been more grateful for those crutches. She doesn’t remove her hand off your arm even after her words, even after you don’t say anything back except smiling. 

After a moment Tara guides you over to the living room and to the sofa she had slept on the previous night, guilt bubbled up in your stomach at the fact she had to sleep out here. 

“What do you want for your lunch?” Tara asked as her hawk eyes stared at you as you slowly sat down on the couch, dropping your crutches to the floor. Once comfortable you smile at Tara as you shrug your shoulders. “Cereal?.” 

Tara smiled with surprise as she tilted her head slightly. “What cereal do you want?” 

“Honey nut cheerios are more than good with me.” Tara gives a disgusted look at that, shaking her head in disappointment. “I still don’t get how you prefer that over the best cereal ever made, lucky charms. You practically hate it!” 

“I don’t hate it, Tara. I loathe it. I only buy it in case you get hungry and want a snack while you’re here.” You defend as Tara laughs heavenly as she walks off to head towards the kitchen.

You relaxed further into the couch as you looked at the TV screen where Hereditary had been paused, you snickered to yourself as the words ‘horror snob’ buzzed in your mind. 

Tara returns within five minutes with two bowls, one bowl of lucky charms in her left hand and a bowl of honey nut cheerios on her right hand. She places them down on the coffee table before she briskly exits again to only return seconds later with a bottle of water and a packet of brand new Ibuprofen. 

She drops them on the coffee table as you grab your red bowl full of cheerios, greedily shoving your small spoon and collecting as much as you could. “Take one.” Tara demands softly as she points at the pills taking a seat next to you with her own bowl of cereal. 

You do as you're told without much argument to which Tara grins at as she presses play to the movie without any word. The two of you stayed in silence as the movie played, eating your cereal as your heart picked up its pace any time you turned to glance at Tara’s side profile. 

Once down with your lunch you discarded the bowl back onto the coffee table as you not so subtly shifted closer to Tara, Tara not so subtly shifted closer to you too. You swallowed down any emotion rising up in your throat as you turned your head to look at Tara, knowing exactly what both of you were thinking about.

“You talked to Sam this morning?” You asked, caringly making Tara turn her own head to look over at you. “We texted a bit, mostly her asking if I’m safe and if you’re safe.” You let out a small laugh as you nod your head weakly, not surprised at all.

Sam’s a really good older sister, although she has some rough edges she always means well. 

You catch Tara’s eyes as they lock with yours, a look that you can’t tell in her eyes. Her eyes wide like saucers as her hand makes its way onto the top of your hand. Eyes flickered down to her warm hand warming up yours you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

She wants to know.

Your eyes looked up at hers as her eyes gaze all over your head and you notice they last particularly the longest on your forehead, a grin quickly plasters on your lips at that. Your eyebrows raise as Tara’s eyes connect with yours once again. 

“Is there something on my face?” You enquired lowly as you leaned closer to the visibly flustered girl. A scarlet hue blush tainting her soft cheeks as she gazed up at you, shaking her head slowly. 

You cocked your head to the side like a husky as you hummed, leaning closer until your lips hovered over Tara’s ear, the tip of the ear stained with that familiar red blush on her cheeks. “Are you lying to me Tara?” 

Tara swallowed dryly as her eyes shut tightly, the grip her hand had on your arm tightening. “Maybe.” She whispered slowly. 

“I think you are, wanna know why?” You crooned into her ear making her shiver from her spine right to her feet. 

“Tell me.” She pleaded in an almost inaudible volume. 

“‘Cause I remember.” You say. 

The room fell silent as the movie finished a few minutes ago, the only thing being heard is your and Tara’s soft breaths. “I told you I’d remember.” You said almost triumphantly as you pulled away so you could look into Tara’s dark chocolate eyes. 

Tara grinned mischievously as she bit her lower lip as her eyes looked into yours. “Why else did you think I kissed you with my lipstick still on?” She teased with a laugh as her eyes flickered up to the still noticeable pink lipstick mark on your forehead. “To make sure you’d remember.”  She said, whispering the end out.

You smiled as you swallowed the nerves in hopes of replacing them with confidence, but one look at Tara’s perfectly structured face the nerves returned as did a gentle blush to your cheeks. 

“You still haven’t answered my question, by the way.” You remember with a smirk as your eyes glimpsed down at her lips feeling your mouth becoming incredibly dry at the sight. Licking your lips you look back at Tara who's already looking at you with doe eyes. 

“What was the question again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” Tara remarked; you hummed playfully as you nodded your head while you let out the sound. “Oh you can’t remember?” You asked with sarcasm to which Tara nodded her head as she pursed her lips, pretending to be in deep thought.

“Was it something like I’d be the better girlfriend compared to that weird doctor?” She says as she leans the ever slightest closer.

You raised your eyebrows as you chuckled. “Oh was that the question?” Tara nodded her head as her eyes lowered to your lips before she slowly raised them to look into your left eye then right eye. 

“What was your answer again? For the life of me I cannot remember.” You mimicked her words as you leaned even closer yourself, you could feel her breaths against your face. “Was it something like I should go back to the hospital to ask Doctor Edwards out on a date?” You said as you copied her own, smirking as you noticed the green eyed monster appear in Tara’s eyes. 

Her teasing smile that dishevelled into a straight line as her breath trickled against your lips, her hand raising to your waist. “Or was it something else, Tara?” You whispered against her lips, your eyes gazing into hers. 

“A better option.” Tara mumbled before she crashed her lips onto yours, your eyes shut instantly at the contact as a pathetic gasp escaped your mouth at the feeling. Lifting your hand you dropped it on her neck as you pulled her closer, kissing her back eagerly. 

She pushed her entire body physically closer to you as she carried on kissing your lips desperately. You swallowed a whimper as you gripped at her waist and pulled her onto your waist to which Tara gladly accepted. 

Heaven is the only word you can actually think of as you kiss Tara; the mixed feelings of your heart thudding against your ribcage with speed as an immense amount of butterflies flew around in your stomach. 

The gnawing feeling of needing oxygen slowly started to hit you, you ignored it as you felt Tara’s hand slide under your shirt, shamelessly moving around with confidence. You whimpered pathetically at the contact as Tara swiped her tongue along your bottom lip, you readily opened your mouth allowing her free access. 

You could feel the desperation of oxygen reaching its max resulting in you reluctantly pulling away, leaning your forehead against Tara’s as your heart raced. Tara whined as she went to chase your lips again, you laughed dryly as you shook your head weakly. 

“No Doctor Edwards then?” You teased as a flash of jealousy crossed Tara’s eyes.

“No.” Tara tells you as she tries catching her own breath, her chest rising up and down at a rapid pace. You smiled as you huffed. “No Doctor Edwards.” You repeated.

“I do think we’d make a cute couple.” Your head perks up like a cat as you gaped at Tara, smiling as your hands made their way around her waist. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Tar.” You admit softly as your hand caresses at her back. 

Tara beams at your words as her smile widens revealing her adorable dimples making your heart skip a beat at the stunning view. “I’ve liked you for a really long time too, Y/n.” Tara confesses as her hand moves up to your neck, her fingers playing the back of your neck, you shiver intensely at the sensation. 

“Go on a date with me.” You announce a bit too loudly, Tara grins as she leans ever closer to you, your breath hitching at the closeness.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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taglist: @bigbadsofty07

a/n: if anyone wants, they can send in requests about this specific fic like, the full scene when they met, tara helping reader, the first date and so and and so in. if you've reached this far thank you so much for reading this, love you and remember to stay hydrated my loves 🖤

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[andsoigotabutterfly]

Nothing else matters...

Scream fanfiction

word count: 4,9k

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, death, graphic scenes, death of a main character, Scream 6 spoilers, not greatly written madness arc, spoilers for all the Screams, madness, angst, loss, sorrow and anguish, not native english speaker writing, mad!Sam

Summary: You leave Woodsboro with your girlfriend and friends, just for your past to chase after. Sam is dancing on the edge of despair.

a.n.: Been working on this for a little while. The base idea was mine, but @chefboiblobbies helped a lot with giving me inspiration, and being the most wholesome human one could wish for while writing. Thanks a lot!

a.n.2.: This was NOT planned to be this angsty when I started writing. Still, love that it turned out this way. Lil' "fluff" at the end! Also I'm not a native english person, don't stone me for writing something badly please.

Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

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When Tara met you in Woodsboro high school, she never expected to fall for you. Yet she did. Hard. It didn’t require much time for you to ask her out too. Love was in the air, and it was as if you were meant together. You carried her books for her, got overprotective when Wes showed up and chased away her bullies more than once. Mindy made sure to let you know how cute you two looked which always resulted in Tara hiding in your neck, red from embarrassment.

Then she got attacked. You never left the hospital neither her side, not once. When Ghostface came for her, you stood beside her and got carved up. Again. For this happened to you before. Everybody in Woodsboro knew this. You were one of the survivors of the last attacks, when your sister and Charlie Walker decided to follow the tradition of the town. When the big reveal happened, Jill stabbed you and left you to die. The events still haunt you in your dreams.

After what happened then, you were offered to move in with Kirby, and you gladly accepted. She made sure to be the sister that you lost and helped you in any way possible. You were often visited by Gale and Sydney too, to make sure everything is okay. Everything was certainly not okay, but you managed just fine. You started high school two years after Kirby finished it.

Tara and you met on her first year at Woodsboro high. She was so lost it was almost written on her face, so you offered to help which she gladly accepted. After that you took her around school, showed her around. You quickly became friends, and you joined her friend circle as well. Until then, you were more like a lonely island with walls raised so high, the sun couldn't be seen at the top. The moment you two started getting along, these walls crumbled down like they were made of cards that got blown at.

You were so scared for her when you got the news from the police about the attack. You rushed to the hospital and barged in her room, not caring about the angry voices behind you. She was sleeping peacefully, her heartbeat monitors beeping at a steady state. You held her hand until she waked, high from all the painkillers she got. She was even cuter now. Cute, beautiful, and fragile. You wanted nothing more than to protect her. You got the chance to do that, not long after.

When Ghostface came after her, Dewey managed to shoot the killer three times with your help. You got stabbed the same amount beforehand, trying to protect Tara from the deadly blade. Then the late sheriff made the mistake of confronting the killer alone.

The shared trauma bonded you two even more. There wasn’t a night that you spent apart after the events cuddling and sleeping together, fearing to ever lose to other. When on Sam's decision they moved to New York, you followed suit, making sure to live close to them. Late night calls from Tara were often. Her nightmares always making her shiver and tremble until she was in your arms.

One day you were cuddling together in her bed, watching a movie. You were both relaxed, leaving the memories behind. You thought it was in the past now. You thought you would be able to move on, continue with your life. You were wrong.

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After the grocery store, Sam didn't know who to trust. The movement of Ghostface was familiar. Her father's voice inside her head told her it was someone she loved. She ignored him.

She was dazed while Bailey questioned them. Didn't know where to look, what to do. She told him her alibi, then stayed in dead silence, half-listening to what you and Tara were saying.

When Bailey left and you two started to follow suit, she also joined. Her mind was still hazy and full of rage. She didn't know what to do with it. It was as if it were bottled up in her, but she couldn't take of the cap.

"Kirby!" She heard you exclaim in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello Y/N" she said before also acknowledging the other two women in the hallway.

"You know each other?" Bailey asked.

"Yes. Sam was a junior in Woodsboro high when I was a senior. With Y/N, we've known each other since..." Kirby stopped clearing her throat and looking at you. "Well, since 2011" she finished.

"She and her family looked out for me after my sister decided to end ours... I can't be more thankful for that" you said as you walked up to hug her tightly. She didn't protest and hugged you back.

"I've missed you" she sighed.

"Me too" you said, poking your chin into her neck. "But you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

"I would really like to know that too" Bailey said, inching a little closer.

"I take special interest in Ghostface cases" Kirby started. "Last year I wasn't allowed to do my job for being too green, but now I got clearance. I'll help with your investigation detective."

When you walked back to the Carpenters Sam asked you; "How much do you trust her?"

You looked back, disbelief flooding your face. "With my heart and soul. She would never hurt me in any way shape or form." You answered when you realised, she was really awaiting an answer.

"Good."

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The events unfolded way quicker than Sam would have liked it. Anika and Quinn were dead, killed by Ghostface in her apartment. Bailey has crumbled to pieces. Tara and you were glued together, Mindy was furious and exhausted. To make matters worse for Sam, Gale showed up again offering her help. She enjoyed the reporter's presence but she was high up on the suspect list.

Gale was nice with you as always, making sure you were okay or at least healthy. Of course you were not okay, your best friend, Quinn died. How does someone deal with that?

The reporter leaded the group to a cinema, where Sam tensed. Memories flashed through her mind that weren't hers. To add to the plate, her father was back again, whispering and influencing her in ways that seemed more and more acceptable.

Objects of the late Ghostface killings were displayed. The television, that ended Stu Macher, the blade your sister had used, even blueprints and drawings of the original house. Everything was here.

You had episodes too. Memories of that fateful night at Kirby's old house. Your sister's face as she grinned at you raised her hand and... You cut it out. Turned around and didn't look back until you left the stage to comfort your shaken girlfriend.

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After the attack on Gale both you and Sam were on your heels. You both wanted revenge and with Tara’s idea, a plan was formed. It wasn’t that complicated; the only thing for you to do was to stay vigilant the whole time. The grid hallway would trap anyone who would come inside after you and then Kirby would shoot them. No compromise, no jail, and no police. With Mindy and Ethan being cut of from the team, you started without them. Kirby locked the shaft and held onto the gun. Sam protested but the agent wouldn’t hear any of it.

Kirby decided to sweep the are one more time, before getting comfortable. Tara and Chad went to the bar of the cinema, to try and find something edible. Sam, drawn by an invisible force went upstage to the mannequins. You followed her, trying hard not to look at that robe.

Sam kept walking towards the middle figure. Step by step she got closer, the air around her suddenly becoming suffocating. Her heartbeat was out the roof once she pressed her fingers lightly on the glass door. Then she saw his face, reflecting at her. Wide warm smile on his face as if he was welcoming her home. Maybe he was.

“All hail Sam Loomis!” he said “You know there’s only one way this will end for good. With you, finishing my job.”

“Shut up” she mumbled effortlessly.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… You just don’t learn, do you?” he asked. “Pick up my legacy and finish the job.”

“Please…”

“He isn’t wrong you know” this was a new voice. A woman’s voice coming from behind her. Sam turned around and saw herself, just older. No, this wasn’t her. This was… “When I tried to get revenge for my pretty boy, they killed me and made a movie out of it!” Nancy’s voice was low, full of hatred. “But you! You still have the chance to avenge our family!”

“N-“ Sam started but was cut of again by yet another new voice.

“They don’t deserve to live!” her voice sounded familiar. Sam turned right, to see who’s speaking and found you. No, this wasn’t you either. “They all cheated death. What makes them think they can escape his cold, white grasp?”

“That’s the catch!” Billy spoke again and chuckled. “No one can! No matter if they die sooner, so this may not happen again and let others live for more! It doesn’t mean a thing. Why protect them then?”

“There really is no point babe!” now, Sam knew who this was coming from. It haunted her in her dreams and made her days miserable as well. “Why wouldn’t you hunt down and slice up those, who have wronged you? Just think about all the slicing you could do. It felt good to slice me up, didn’t it?"

Yes.

“Imagine how good it would feel to kill your haters.” Amber spoke from beside Richie. “Oh! What a gran finale that would be!”

“You would be a star!” Charlie appeared. “Loved by everyone!”

No. Feared!

“Feared would be even better wouldn’t it Sammy?” Billy spoke as if he heard her thoughts. Maybe he did. Maybe he was right.

“We all know failure, there is no denying it” Roman said. “You could beat everyone of us! The one that got away. The one that finished the job. The one that could kill Sydney fuckin’ Prescott.”

“Now wouldn’t that be just… Liberating?” said Mickey while gently caressing her back.

Maybe.

Sam could feel his hand getting grabbed and yanked upward. As she turned towards the man who yanked her arm, she could feel shaky breathing on her fingers. Stu was holding her half laughing, half panting. Maniac smile plastered on his face. “The moment when the knifey enters the body! It’s so… Uplifting!” he yelled and threw her hand up, to prove himself. “You know I’m right.” he growelled.

Yes.

“You’ve felt it” Billy joined in the chanting.

Yes!

“And you want to taste it again” almost all of them were yelling at this point.

And again, and again, and again.

“Finish the job…” Billy said, looking deeply in her eyes.

Before Sam could answer him, she got turned around, away from the glass. You were holding her shoulders, lightly shaking her up.

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You needed to do something. Sam had been staring at her father’s robes for almost five minutes now mumbling and shaking. So, you did the only thing you could. You grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her away.

Something changed in her. You saw it the moment she turned and broke the trans state she got in. Your brain could register Tara's laughter in the distance, but you didn't pay attention to it right now. Sam's eyes were burning with hatred, and you weren't sure it was not directed towards you.

"Everything okay?" You asked, worry in your voice.

She didn't answer, just looked at you like you asked her whether she wants to die. After a few moments, her eyes widened, and her expressions softened. She put one of her hands on your shoulder reassuringly and spoke quietly.

"Yes. Sorry for that. I just..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her phone rang, Bailey showing up on the screen. You pointed towards it, gesturing for her to pick up. She nodded and pressed the green button on the screen.

"Hel..." she started, but was interrupted again, frustration washing over her face. You could hear Bailey's voice but couldn't make out what he said. It was something about Kirby and the FBI. Sam's expression changed to fear, to anger and then to determination. She hung up, ripped open her father's cabinet and picked up the bloody knife. She looked at you in disbelief, like she was reconciling something.

"You said you vouch for Kirby being on our side!"

"Because she is!" You said, your voice trembling with fear at the recognition of her words.

"Well, Bailey just told me she was suspended from the FBI a year ago, for unpredictable behaviour" Sam told you. "She was lying to us this whole time!"

What? How could this be? Could Kirby really be a cold-blooded killer? The woman who treated you like her sister when yours turned out to be a psycho. The one that protected you and took care of you after the events of 2011. It couldn't be. It can't be.

"Well, she very much looks guilty now" Sam answered you. As it turns out, that last part, you said out loud.

You couldn't move from the shock. It was as if you were glued to the ground, the weight of pressure finally nailing you down. You didn't even register Sam storming of to find Kirby. You couldn't comprehend anything that was happening around you. It was like if the robes around you faces had, all of them staring you down. One of them was smiling. Oh, how you missed that smile.

She was there, in the place of the mannequin. Her hair messy like the last time you saw her, knife in hand. Sydney on the floor, under her watchful gaze. There were other bodies, but none of them recognisable. The moment flashed vividly before you. Your sisters face changed when she understood what you were seeing. Her smile turned from the one that you loved so much to one that you feared. One you were terrified of. The same she stabbed you with more times you wanted to remember.

"Looks like our friend finally came to her senses" Jill said as she started to giggle. The giggling quickly turned into laughter, then to shrieking. You dropped to your knees, crying, screaming at her to stop. She didn't. You could feel the other Ghostfaces moving from their places behind you, each having the same purpose; to slice you up like they did to Quinn.

You were crumbling on the floor, the weight feeling impossibly heavy, when a scream woke you. You turned to its direction. It came from the bar. Why was that important? Oh right, your girlfriend was there. Why did that matter?

It hit you like a train. In seconds you were running to the others. The sight that welcomed you was worse than what you lived through just moments ago. Two Ghostfaces had Chad on his knees, taking turns on striking their knifes into him. Tara was held back by a frozen Sam, Kirby nowhere to be seen. You rushed towards the Carpenters, pulling them backwards but for no avail. Sam was rooted to her space, holding onto Tara so hard, you were afraid for her. Blood was pumping in your ear, muffling the sounds of the Ghostfaces work and Tara's pleads and screams.

You tried again, this time more forcefully. You didn't expect what would happen. With lightning speed, Sam shoved you forcefully backwards, pushing Tara back as well. Then she shot out with a speed you have never seen yet. In just milliseconds she threw herself onto one of the attackers, tackling them. Then she strook down with the knife.

You couldn't believe your eyes. The other Ghostface quickly threw Chad to the floor, trying to help his accomplice but he wasn't successful. Sam blocked the attack by punching away the hand that held the knife and plunged her own inside of him, tearing on his robes. He fell over, a feminine scream leaving her. Sam was over her in an instant, driving her blade into her once again. The other threw himself onto Sam getting her off her. When he tried to stab her, she punched him in the neck and tried to disarm him, since her knife was still in the other Ghostface. She gripped his hand, hard and smacked it against the wall beside them.

You started moving to help, but then saw the raging fire that was burning inside Sam's eyes, and you froze. She wasn't the woman you knew. She was more like a version of her that reminded you of... Of Jill. The raw strength, the rage, the hatred. Every little detail reminded you of her, of the ruthless predator that sliced you up. The sister that showed no remorse in trying to eradicate her family.

So, you just watched, Tara in your arms, also frozen. Her sobs stopped and was now watching horrified of what her sister does.

A gunshot's sounded through the room, its discord slowly fading away. You snapped your head back, seeing Bailey edging towards you with Kirby held as a hostage wounds on her stomach and arms, blood dribbling out of them. You saw that he knew you were there too, but his eyes were fixated on what was happening on the other side of the room. You turned back, in time to see Sam pulling the knife through one of their throats and spinning quickly behind the other, placing the blade on their now exposed neck, drawing blood. The other stumbled to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Put. Her. Down." Bailey spitted out, voice full of loss and hatred.

Sam laughed before answering, a manic smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were filled with joy and fulfilment as she held back the other woman, who was struggling against her firm, unescapable grip. "How nice of you to join the party that you orchestrated. I've been waiting for you!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked tearing up at the sight of one of the Ghostfaces dropping to the floor. This was the moment you realised how deeply you were betrayed. Not just by him, but by your best friend too. You looked at the Ghostface that was held captive by Sam, disgust written all over your face.

"Should you be really worried about that with a knife held to your bitch daughter's throat?" She asked back, her voice trembling from joy. "I would just need to press a little harder and your family would be o-ver" and she did, carving into the flesh to make her point. "Every one of you, killed by me. Ironic, isn't it? Since you were the ones that tried to fuck with mine" she growled the last sentence.

"What..." was the only thing that left Tara, her voice dying in her throat.

"Oh, don't you worry sweety. I figured it out. I figured out how to end this once and for all!" Her excitement was palpable.

"H- How will you do it?" You asked, fearing the answer.

"I will kill everyone who had anything to do with any of this. After that, no one will do it, ever again!"

A chill ran down your spine. Her smile was like a wretched and rotten corpse ready to be cremated. She was talking about everyone and both you and Tara knew it. You knew you were on the list that formed inside her head.

"We need to get out of here" you whispered to Tara, who nodded slightly.

“Let her go and I will let Kirby walk away” Bailey started. It was like he didn’t hear what Sam just spoke about. “This is between you and me!”

“I should have known it was you from the start!” Sam stated pointing at Bailey with her blade. “You know, you have the same nose as your son. The earlobes are similar as well. How was I this stupid?! I wonder if your screams and whimpers are the same as well.”

Bailey’s face darkened at that sentence. He went rigid, his muscles tensing, veins showing on his face.

“That’s it!” Sam called out, victorious grin on her face. “Show your daughter what a monster you really are!”

You leaned down to Tara, whispering in her ear. “When I push, you run behind the counter. Don’t look back. I will be right behind you…”

As the last word escaped your mouth, Bailey pushed Kirby away from himself and shot at Sam three times. Immediately you pushed Tara, who started ducking and running towards the location you told her. You saw Sam taking cover, using Quinn as a human shield. You rushed for Kirby, yanking her by her arm and dragging herself with you. Another shot was fired, and you felt immense pain in your left leg. With a final force you pushed Kirby forward and fell to the floor. She made it. She must have made it.

You looked back behind your shoulders to see Sam racing towards her enemy. Two additional shots were fired but neither one hit Sam, who was now on her opponent striking down with her blade. She stabbed him two times in the stomach, then pulled her blade high, and finally plunging it in Bailey’s face. His blood dribbled out, covering Sam. She tasted the blood and revelled in the feeling. You looked where she was originally positioned. Quinn had her mask taken of a huge opening in her throat, gasping for air that would never come. Not long after, her moans also faded away leaving silence in the room. You fearfully watched Sam whose eyes were wide as if she just had the most fulfilling euphoria in her life.

Sam sat over Bailey, still as a statue. You didn’t dare to move either. Whatever happened to her, you didn’t feel like she was safe. You were right.

As the blood from her blade dropped to the floor, her head snapped to where you were, her eyes wide. She slowly started moving towards you, while you desperately tried to push yourself further away from her. You could hear low whispers coming from the counter, so you made even more noise, trying to keep them hidden.

“Oh, Y/N” Sam started. “I’m sorry it had come to this. Truly…”

“Sam” you started shaking. “Sam stop! What are you doing?!”

“Tell me where my sister is and I swear I’ll make this quick for you” she said, then plunged the knife deep into your stomach. You didn’t need to try making sounds now to cover for your girlfriend. The scream that left you was louder than you imagined you could be.

“Where. Is. She?”

“Fuck you- Arghh!” you moaned out in pain as she twisted the knife in you.

“Sam stop!” Tara cried out, standing up from behind the counter. “Why…”

“To stop this from happening ever again. I thought I said this already.” she answered while standing up. From below, you could see the cuts and wounds that were left by the Ghostfaces. How is she still moving? “Now come here! I’ll promise it will be painless.”

“You’re crazy” you huffed out but got cut of with a kick from her into your open wound. You curled into a little ball, muffling your sounds whit a hand tucked inside your mouth.

“Tara, I won’t kill her until you left us, so you don’t have to see her die! Her pain is on you.”

Tara’s eyes widened even more and stumbled backwards, still not believing her eyes and ears. “Don’t say that.”

“Oh, but it is” she chuckled. “Don’t you see? This could have ended by now.”

You noticed something moving behind Sam, but your eyes were too blurry with tears to identify it. You could tell it was someone not something, but no more.

“Tara, sweety. Just come here. I’m not in the mood to play catch.”

“You won’t need to” said a voice behind Sam, making her spin around. You wasted no time, and jumped to tackle her by her feet, screaming in pain while doing it. You felt a sharp sensation in your shoulders, as she plunged it into you, but you managed to throw her of, grabbing her legs as hard as you could to make her unable to stand up.

This was something you and Kirby practised for months while living together. As soon as you heard her voice, you knew what you had to do. So, you did it. Holding onto her legs with slippery, bloody hands was way more challenging than you thought, but it did the trick. You could hear Kirby running closer, trying to hold Sam down as well. Even your best wasn’t enough for her. She managed to get one of her legs free, kicking you forcefully of and focusing then on the agent before her.

You could do nothing but to watch as they scrambled of the nearest weapon, fighting over who gets a hold of it quicker. You didn’t see clearly but you knew Sam was winning. Then you felt the sharp sensation in your shoulders again, as someone pulled the blade out of it. You bit your lips not to scream out and give away the third opponent Sam had.

You saw Tara rushing toward them and stabbing her sister in the back. As she screamed out in pain, Kirby ripped the gun out of her hands, quickly pointing at her and pulling the trigger. It didn’t go of. The blonde cursed and threw herself at Sam but got kicked away. You started crawling towards them.

You saw your brunette getting smacked against the wall and dropping to the ground. Sam stood up and looked at her, hesitating for a moment. That was all you needed to reach her, trying to rip her leg out from under her. She cursed, but left Tara alone and turned towards you kicking your arm. You screamed even louder as you could feel and hear the bone crack. She crouched down to lift your head looking in your eyes. Your sight was darkening, you could feel yourself passing out. Or away.

“Bye Y/N” she said as she raised her arm to strike down.

You hearing was muffled after that, but you heard someone screaming, and you didn’t feel the cold steel inside you. The last thing you saw was her body dropping to the floor before your sight darkened and all you could see was black.

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When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your throat felt soar, and everything hurt like hell. Your right hand was hanging from a suspension. As you tried to move your other hand to touch it, you felt warm fingers around your palm. You moved your eyes over and saw Tara, bloody face, and even bloodier clothes. Her eyes were shining with hope and happiness as she looked at you.

“Hey!” she said softly.

You tried to say something, but your throat was too sore. The only thing you managed to get out of you was a low growl. She chuckled at even that, smile wider than ever. A nurse handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted and drank from it slowly, your stomach hurting form every little movement. After that Tara asked for some privacy, which the nurse gave you.

“I thought I lost you Y/N. I did, for four minutes.”

“What happened?” you struggled to say every letter of these two words.

Tara’s face darkened, her face overcoming with sorrow. You wanted nothing else than to take back your words, but you couldn’t. A tear fell down her face as she took a deep breath, to explain.

“After you saved me, Sam was about to strike you down, when I got up and stabbed her twenty-eight times” her voice dropped, low and slow. She couldn’t look at you. “After that, I picked up Bailey’s handgun which was hidden in his boot and did the same thing as Sam did with Richie. Just with the whole barrel.”

You held her hand tightly, gripping it harder than ever. She finally looked at you, your eyes connecting. Her sorrow, hate and desperation could all be seen. Immediately she started tearing up and moments later she was crying herself out beside you, while you whispered soothing words to her.

You didn’t know how much you held her, and how much time did you two spending crying, but it didn’t matter. Her body pressed to your side, rising, and dropping with every in- and exhale. It was the only calming thing you had right now, so you gripped onto her as tight as you could.

“The others don’t know yet” she said, between two sobs.

“The others?” you managed to ask back.

“Mindy and Chad survived. So did Kirby, but she was there. Sam saved Chad by rushing towards Ethan. Gale wanted to visit you too, but they didn’t let her leave her room. I refused to leave your side. Wanted to be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you” you said, tearing up again. “Thank you so much Tara.”

She didn’t answer, just curled up even more beside you.

“I love you Y/N” she said finally, voice low and unsure. “Nothing else mattered to me, but you. Nothing else matters.”

“I love you too” you said inhaling her smell. “I would do anything for you.” Then you chuckled and pulled a little away, to be able to look her in the eyes. “Took us long enough don’t you think?”

She nodded, and went back to curl up beside you, her face in your neck. You placed your hand around her, inhaling her again. She filled your senses, pain dissipating, thoughts evening out. There was nothing you could think of but her as you drifted back to sleep.

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Still Alive ~ Chapter One

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Trauma, Nightmares, Death, Murder, Parent Issues, Some Angst, and Possibly Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Word Count: 1,792

Author's Note: Here we are, the first chapter! This chapter is more of just an introduction of how the reader got to New York and how she's become close to the core 4. I know this is a short chapter but I promise as the chapters go on they will get longer! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter and I will be posting the next chapter on Friday! Also, sorry if there are any errors, this isn't proof read since I was rushing to post this.

Y/N was sleeping in her comfy and cozy bed, but she wasn’t having a pleasant and calming dream. She was having another nightmare of what happened in Woodsboro just a year ago.

Y/N is the only child of Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. Y/N was born in Woodsboro but when she hit high school her mom got the job as a host for a morning show in New York city. Everything was going well until her parents decided to get a divorce. Dewey just wasn’t fitting in. He wasn’t used to living in a big city, so he packed his bags and went back to Woodsboro.

Now, what happened last year is what really changed Y/N’s life. Her parents have told her all about the four incidents they went through with her godmother Sidney Prescott. They told her about the seven different Ghostface’s that tried to kill them and Sidney. Y/N was around during the 2011 Ghostface killings but she doesn’t remember much since she was young and when her dad found out a new Ghostface was back he sent her to go live with grandmom Riley. Her parents and Sidney reassured her that the fourth Ghostface massacre would be the last time, but they were wrong.

When Gale got a text from Dewey saying it was happening again, she knew she had to go back to Woodsboro. Y/N insisted that she come. It took a lot of convincing, but she somehow got her mom to take her but of course her mom watched her like a hawk. The main reason why Y/N wanted to go was to see her dad. Yes, they stayed in touch by talking on the phone every day, but it wasn’t the same. Y/N met Sam and her boyfriend Ritchie when she reunited with dad at the crime scene of Sheriff Judy Hicks and her son Wes. Y/N was heartbroken to find out what happened to them since she grew up close to Wes since their mom and dad worked at the police station together.

Sam, Ritchie, and Sam’s little sister Tara were the last ones to see her father alive. Her dad, Sam, and Ritchie rushed to the hospital to save Tara from another Ghostface attack. Y/N wished she went with them. Maybe, if she was there, she could’ve talked her dad out of going back. Y/N was furious so when she killed the person who stabbed her father, she was happy. She was satisfied with herself for making that person feel the same pain she put her through.

When Mindy walked into Y/N’s bedroom she knew she was having another nightmare by her tossing and turning. Mindy walked over to her bedside and started to shake her. “Y/N, wake up.” Mindy said as she continued to shake her by the shoulder. When Y/N’s eyes shot open she saw Mindy looking at her with a worried gaze. “Another nightmare about killing Amber?” Mindy asked her as Y/N sat up in bed. “Yeah.” Y/N answered with a heavy sigh as she rubbed the tiredness out from her eyes. “Maybe you should go see that therapist Sam has been seeing.” Mindy suggested to her for like the hundredth time. “I’ll keep it in mind.” Y/N said throwing her blanket off her body.

Now it was Mindy’s turn to let out a heavy sigh since that’s what Y/N always says. “I made some breakfast, it’s in the kitchen.” Mindy told her as she walked over to the door. After Y/N gave her a nod she walked out of the room.

After everything that happened with Ghostface Y/N has grown close to Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad but she would say she’s the closest to Mindy since they became roommates when she moved to New York with Sam, Tara, and Chad. Y/N goes tot the same college as Tara, Mindy, and Chad.

Y/N sat up all the way and sat on the edge of her bed. When she picked up her phone, she saw a text from her mom which made her roll her eyes. Y/N had a falling out with her mom after she decided to write another book about the killings when she promised her own daughter that she wouldn’t. Y/N ignored the text as she put her phone back down so she could get up and get ready for the day.

Y/N got changed into a fresh pair of clothes. She put on something simple. She put on a Woodsboro police department T-shirt that used to belong to her father with a pair of blue jeans. She brushed her hair and just left it down since again she was going for a simple look today. She slipped on a pair of black converses and grabbed her phone to put it into her back pocket.

Y/N walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where Mindy was sitting on the couch with her girlfriend Anika eating some pancakes. Anika is always at the apartment which Y/N doesn’t mind since Anika is so sweet and is perfect for Mindy.

“Hey, you good?” Mindy asked her still with that worried gaze. “Yeah, better when I first woke up.” Y/N told her going to go into the kitchen to fix herself a plate of pancakes, but Mindy stopped her. “Woah, sit down and relax. I’ll go fix you a plate.” Mindy told her as she stood up. “Thanks, Mid.” Y/N said with a soft smile as she sat down on her comfy chair that was next to the couch. “No problem.” Mindy told her, returning a smile, and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, you coming to the frat party with us tonight?” Anika asked her in a curious tone as she sat the plate, she was sharing with Mindy on the coffee table. “I don’t know.” Y/N said with a shrug. “Aw, c’mon Y/N! It’ll be fun.” Anika said to her with a pleading look in her eyes. Y/N just stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.

“Ethan will be there.” Anika said with a smirk on her face. “Huh?” Y/N asked look back up at Anika. Of course, she was playing dumb to try and hide the excitement that ran through her veins at the mention of the boy’s name. Ethan is Chad’s roommate. “Y/N, we know you have like the biggest crush on him.” Anika told her. “No, I don’t.” Y/N said with nervousness in her tone avoiding Anika’s stern gaze. “Y/N Riley, don’t you dare lie!” Mindy said in a stern tone obviously listening to the conversation as she walked back into the room holding a plate of pancakes. “Okay, I guess it is super obvious.” Y/N mumbled as she took the plate from Mindy.

“But seriously though, you should come out with us tonight.” Mindy told her walking back over to Anika. “You deserve a night out.” Mindy added as she stood behind the couch. Y/N isn’t the biggest party girl, but she knew Mindy was completely right. She’s been so stressed with her classes and the whole situation with her mom. She does need a night out with her best friends. “Okay, I’ll come.” Y/N told them. “Yay!” Anika said with an excited little squeal. “That’s my girl.” Mindy said with a smirk on her face. “Yeah, whatever.” Y/N said with a playful roll of her eyes as she started to eat her pancakes.

“C’mon Anika, we gotta get to class.” Mindy told her as she grabbed her bag from the floor. Anika stood up and grabbed her bag from the floor as well. “We’ll see you later.” Mindy said to Y/N as she walked over the door with Anika right by her side. Mindy grabbed her keys off the hook that was right next to the door. “See ya.” Y/N said with a little wave. Mindy and Anika walked out of the apartment leaving Y/N all by herself.

As Y/N ate her pancakes she scrolled through her social media on her phone. As she scrolled, she saw the rumors about Sam that were all over the place. After the secret about Sam being the daughter of Billy Loomis came out someone spread a lie out that Sam was the one that actually did all of the killings last year and that she just framed Ritchie and Amber. It was frustrating because everywhere Sam went people would call her a killer. It made Y/N furious that people believed that Amber was innocent.

Y/N felt herself getting worked up, so she shut her phone off and just ate the last couple of bites of her pancakes. When Y/N finished she got up and walked into the kitchen. She rinsed her plate off and put it into the dishwasher. Y/N looked up at the clock and saw that her first class of the day starts in thirty minutes. She quickly ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Y/N walked into her bedroom to grab her book bag and made her way to the front door. She made sure she had everything before grabbing her keys off the hook.

Y/N walked out of the apartment making sure the door was locked and quickly walked down the steps and out of the apartment building. It was a good thing that the apartment wasn’t far from campus because if it was, she would be so late. As Y/N walked down the busy sidewalk she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. When she took her phone out of her pocket, she saw another text message from her mom asking if she was free tonight to go out to dinner. “Why can’t she take a fucking hint?” Y/N mumbled under her breath as she unlocked her phone. She was going to ignore the text like she did the first one, but she knew if she did her mom would just continue to text her till, she gave her an answer. Y/N texted back saying she already as plans with her friends and that was it.

She wasn’t going to tell her that she was going to a party because she knew her mom was going to tell her to not go. Ever since last year her mom has become very overprotective just like Sam has with Tara. Y/N knows her mom doesn’t want to lose her since she’s the only family she has left but after that fucking book came out, show doesn’t believe a single thing her mom says to her. She lost all trust with her mom which broke her because her mom is the only blood relative, she has here with her or even has left. Y/N shoved her phone back into her jean pocket and continued her walk to class.

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SIX OF CROWS AND KISSING !!

(Welcome to this silly but intricate guide nobody asked for)

Just so everybody knows and is fully aware, I literally never kissed anybody in my whole damn life. I dont much care to try (for now) unless your name is Amita fucking Suman (jkjk, or not), but that doesnt mean I didnt do some very extensive research on the topic just so I can write what are hopefully non-generic scenes where all of my favorite characters make out till the following sunrise without a single other thought plaguing their empty little minds (exception being if the said thought is used to deepen 'the plot').

Before I say much else, I would like to note that THIS is just a very detailed bullet point list on kissing for all of my boys and girls separate of their partners assigned to them in canon or by the fandom. We will get to how it would actually go in different scenarios with different ships a bit later on if I decide it wont be a waste of my time. PS: No, not every kiss / kisser has to be extraordinary or unique or have whatever traits I ended up slapping on these characters here, Im just extra like that. And its not like anybody can stop me. Deal with it and simply enjoy (whatever this may be)!

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JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Jesper has had his fair share of practice in this particular field, we all know it. That is no reason to say that he is a perfect kisser, there are many who have done way more, constantly brag about it, and yet still leave you disappointed. But, this is Jesper we are talking about. Kuwei has said that he is a great kisser too, I choose to trust him on that. That joke he made to cheer up Wylan at Olendaal, the one about kissing Nina / Matthias 'with tongue', it doesnt have to mean anything, but I like to think he is a tongue kind of guy. I also like to think that he is adaptable to any type of person though, he aims to please through-and-through. It saddens me to look deeper, to think about how that may be a result of his low self-esteem, but in moments like these, it makes him happy most of the time, and it is all I could hope for when it comes to my boy.

The first relationship he had been a witness to, the one his mother and father shared before her death, had been a very healthy one. I wouldnt call Colm the perfect father, certainly not after his wife was gone, albeit he is significantly better compared to the hands the rest of our favourite characters have been dealth with, but he was good to Aditi. Most kids, including myself, were the type to be grossed out by PDA, especially when its between their parents, and while thats not in any way a bad thing, we can clearly see that Jesper was not of that type.

Despite his many faults, he was raised fairly well. He knows how to make a comfortable environment, to recognize a clear invitation, what to ask and what not to ask, what is acceptable and what he shouldnt do without a more in-depth discussion. He knows how to create and opportunity where one could deny him if they so wished. I wouldnt say its some overly high bar to jump over, if anything it is the most basic standard any and all should hold themselves to, but I call Jesper 'the consent king' for a reason.

Its said in the book that his mind empties when he kisses the right person, that thinking of methaphors clearly means something is wrong, but hes still pretty descriptive in his POVs if you ask me. Its also very clear that he likes to kiss deep, slow, and involve other sensations throughout which is the part where Id like to include some of my very own hcs (slight temperature / texture play where he drags his rings over skin, hair pulling is a given but I can see him also liking to touch peoples ears a lot, talking in between and whispering during the few subtly initiated pauses, etc). Jespers favourite type of kiss would probably be those he iniciates as soon as he wakes up in the morning. It rains often in Ketterdam, its normal, so he would also probably be one of the rare creatures among the regular Kerch citizens who finds kissing in the rain romantic.

KAZ BREKKER (RIETVELD)

Kaz will have to go through some major healing first, no doubts about that, but Id say he would probably be one of the elite members of the 'Im keeping my eyes open for this' club (until he isnt). I doubt he does much analyzing during, mentally he is on another planet thats probably many lightyears away as he tends to do with a lot of other even remotely intimate things, but theres lots of squinting, eyelid fluttering... Kaz is basically a personafication of that cliche 'when did I close them' quote. In my own experience, I can barely hold eye contact when talking, but I dont really see this as a bad trait. I also dont see it as a trauma response either like some would assume it would be for Kaz, I think its just a him thing. If this man didnt want to kiss somebody, you would not be kissing him, end of.

He likes to focus on teeth, whether by unconsciously (or consciously) biting his partner, having your teeth bump into each other, or licking his own after youre done. Theres lots of shuddering, youll feel him there more than youll hear him, but he is not completely silent either. I dont think he would like beeing cornered, picked up or lifted in any way except on very rare occasions. Just like the pulse thing where he feels for it on the wrist (or neck once he is more comfortable), feeling his weight including the pain of his leg serves to ground him. Perhaps he might also like feeling of you breathing through your nose on his face for the same reasons? He doesnt like leaving things unfinished, even if its just a peck, he will make sure it feels 'complete', I dont know how else to put it. If anybody could overuse the words "Again?", it would be Kaz motherfucking Brekker.

Im in no way saying he will be good, in fact, theres lots of traits here that many wouldnt like, but he tries when he wants to (and again, you would not be kissing this man if he didnt want it), he will learn and he will remember the smallest of details (so that he can ponder over them later). The only thing we hear about Kazs appearance related to his mouth is that there is a scar running through his upper lip. I never got it when people talked about kisses having a taste, but Kaz seems to often call people light-weight, so clearly, he handles his alcohol well, perhaps having developed such a habit to settle down his own supposedly non-existent nerves. It might not be the main reason, we heard about him being on the receiving end of many fights that in certain circumstances and with the ways they are handled lead to similar results, but liquor does leave one dehydrated and with chapped lips.

WYLAN VAN ECK (HENDRIKS)

Unless he is particulary fired up, Wylan likes to start slow and chaste no matter if you are the first, the thousanth person he has kissed or just a person he has kissed a thousand times. Unlike Kaz, he has some experience, sheltered kids know how to have fun in secret (and Im the last person who would ignore that 'lie' about him being kicked out for bedding the tutor, theres some truth to everything), but he is also nowhere near the level of Jesper or Nina or Matthias. We know he likes when his partner feels calm and like they are actually in their body before he goes in for the kill, we saw it with Jesper, but we also see that he isnt the type who needs to ask every time and will just do it when 'the time feels right'. Look out, he just might squeeze into your shirt while youre wearing it and do a makeshift 'surprise attack' from there if he is determined enough for it.

From that, we could say he might have some other habits, including but not limited to the familiar one of guiding his partner through breathing patterns. Maybe sometimes he likes to hold onto your forearms more tightly than necessary (not forcefully though), have your knees touch and bump into one another, straighten his own / your items of clothing, compare hand sizes while making weirdly-intense eye contact, use his thumb to subtly rub at a random tensed muscle, touch foreheads if he is tall enough or rub his face along the side of your neck, anything that would focus your attention to him and the moment... Ironically, as a follow up to the last point and as the kiss drags on, he forgets that he is an actual person who has a weight to them and has to lean back against something with the help of his partner before he falls down and cracks his goddamn skull open.

He likes to leave an effect on whoever he is kissing, but he also likes to 'clean up after himself' as much as possible after its done, which once again serves to bring both of you back down. So yeah, he would probably do something like twirling a stay peace of hair around his finger before neatly tucking it back in place, running that same finger across a brow, down the nose or along the jawline, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, hips or elbows, swaying a bit to slowly return the atmosphere back to relaxed as he secretely links your pinky fingers together. Lips would be his main focus, and he especially likes the soothing effect it has when he is sleepy, but he could also grow to like eyelid, nose, tummy or thigh kisses when it comes to placement.

INEJ GHAFA

Inej has had many men kiss her throughout her life, and unfortunately, theres no need to debate whether she truly enjoyed any of them. Oh how I would love to say that every shitty person is also shit at every other skill they try to master, however, that doesnt have to be the case. The fact that she was a brothel girl doesnt have to mean all of her kisses were bad (to specify, that refers to the technique). That being said, I think she would appreciate the message more than the way its done. It also might result in her not exactly caring about the placement of a kiss, palm, knuckles, hair, cheek, neck, lips, any of them would be equally as intimate to her, platonic or otherwise. Its somewhat similar to what Wylan also likes, but very different too once you look further.

As is with Kaz, you would not be kissing the Inej we know now unless she didnt want you to. I probably should have said this earlier, no, I dont mean that any of the other Crows would enjoy a kiss that was not what they wanted, they wouldnt ignore the signs and will fight the person off if needed, but I hope you understand why Im emphasizing it for these two in particular. I think her kisses would be short, but sweet, a petite little package that can deliver a punch under a right set of conditions, just like she can, the same going for her ship. Physically, we know her lips have an upturn to their shape. As is true with alcohol, salt water has the same drying effect that is only made worse by licking.

One other feature that might make Inejs kisses unique is a possibility of her aquiring more jewellery during her travels. I always imagined that the Suli find piercings to be very meaningful. Perhaps she had some since a very young age, perhaps they were taken from her too during her time at the Menagerie, maybe the holes closed naturally over the long months, maybe she got more whilst working for Kaz, and although it was not put there for such a reason, a lip ring (just as an example) has quite a pleasing effect for either side.

She holds a special appreciation for people who remember their first kiss, or at least remember their first kiss with her, a courtesy she will offer in return as well. It takes special kind of brave to get close (she knows better than most) and never lets the feat of overcoming fear go unappreciated. For some reason, I can see her counting the seconds, not for any reason at all. I wouldnt say its something particulary good nor bad, but Inej doesnt give me the 'let me kiss your words away' signals no matter the situation. The phrases that would fit more would be "We will get through this", "Stay strong, for you", "Lets face it together" or "We shall see each other once more". She seems like the type to keep her affairs secret, but at the end of the day, I also dont think she would mind PDA all that much.

KUWEI YUL-BO

I know the fandom likes to joke that Kuwei is the bad kisser between the two, seeing as to how Jesper was left 'disappointed' even before knowing the truth behind who he was actually kissing... But I dont think that had to do much with the kiss itself. We were told that Jesper liked Kuweis body plenty enough, but even if it were really Wylan (both in shape and spirit), Jesper wasnt in the right space, and Kuweis silence and mannerisms didnt do much to help.

Now, this is a personal headcanon, but one of the habits I think he might pick up in the Little Palace would be scratching his nose or covering his mouth before he goes in for a kiss. Or well, I like to imagine that being his tell among all the snarky comebacks, vicious flirting and sly glances. And seeing as to how playful he is with his powers and how much he grows to use them for mischief and otherwise in KOS, I like to think that his face is always warm to the touch as Kuwei himself is constantly touching it. Random instert, this man unironically likes lemons and you will without a doubt taste quite an assortment of teas while with him.

Some people care about the emotional setting, some like keeping it casual, and some like having that perfect mix of both. Kuwei might acknowledge that in different ways and act accordingly, but I also think he might care more about the physical setting and connect good actions with places rather than specific people or mutual feelings. This man is a certified tease, unless you pull him towards you which is exactly what he wants, he is 100%, absolutely ready to keep a partner on the edge of their seat, kiss the corner of their mouth, or maybe with the lips barely touching. Instead of licking his own lips out of habit or to seduce, he would lick yours. Kuwei being a tease might also be a way for him to set up walls? In a sense that hes reminding both himself and the person hes kissing that this is just a kiss and it doesnt mean anything. And when hes kissed by someone he loves and trusts, hes downright pathetic, super soft and annoyingly sweet about it.

I dont know where else to put it so it will have to be here, but I like to think he chewed on his lips a lot as a child and whilst in captivity, leaving him with barely visible indents once he reached adulthood. When it comes to the type, Id say he could end up enjoying goodnight kisses next to the fireplace or lit by the flame in his own hand more than he would like doing anything in the early morning. Kuwei tends to get frustrated and bored easily so that might lead to certain effects as well, more specifically the speed, angle and desperation. He has hid for long enough and doesnt much care about who sees what, only whether they got a nice view from wherever they were standing at the time.

NINA ZENIK

Nina has practiced CPR from a very young age (I wouldnt call any of those a true kiss by any means, but it will make slightly more sense in just a moment), we see her perform one on Kaz in the books without hesitation, so I doubt her first 'kiss' was particularly enjoyable or wholly consentual or that she even remembers it. Perhaps from that, her kisses would grow to be particulary breathy in the future, although that doesnt mean its some kind of rule or that its not just a result of her personality being put into how she goes about it. We already know temple kisses are her thing among some other stuff, but she also doesnt seem to have a similar kind of bond with any other type that is not at neck level or above. Shes fine with them, but always seems to go to certain spots herself when she has a choice, singing and laughing through all of it. As Matthias tends to say a lot, the chase is a game to her, whether on top or beneath, she still wins.

Her skin is said to be soft, and supposedly so are her lips, plus the girl is a Heartrender and that surely results in many privileges. Surprisingly enough, I wouldnt say she is particularly experienced in the world of romance, even if her talent at sweet-talking might suggest otherwise. Perhaps shes had flings, one or two, maybe even a relationship at some point, but I dont see much more in my visions of her backstory. "Dont you want to play with me?" and "Cant you handle it?" are some of the repeating phrases in her vocabulary, but oh, it only gets worse once she feels well and truly romanced, swept off her feet as one might say, and that takes lots of effort. Its a good thing we know Nina has some high expectations, that way all of us can be her personal wingmen.

If anybody could obtain the famous movie achievement of leaving a string of saliva to connect her lips with her partners for just a few more moments, it would be Nina. Speaking of such things, she may also be the only one for who the 'let me kiss you against this wall so that they dont spot us' scenario might actually work (in theory), or at least give her enough time to incapacitate them during their confusion since she tends to be quite loud appearance wise. Likes being attended to and coddled, and no kiss has a chance without a firm grab or two. Will die if you do a tango dip with her in your arms. She is one of the biggest fans of mistletoes and finds it extremely romantic. Sometimes, when she is invited to watch a play or show, she will turn around and kiss her partner whenever the actors do. "Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you. ... But maybe also you if you did it again."

MATTHIAS BENEDIK HELVAR

And finally, we have our romantic-at-heart of the group, Matthias. Now, his and Ninas romance is the most obvious and out-in-the-open throughout the whole duology, and frankly he is the one I had the most trouble with writing, but the difference between seeing their first kiss from Ninas perspective and the one of Matthias is that theirs was his first kiss ever. All of his actions leading up to it, as well as those after, are a promise in some way or another, and Im not only talking about his vow to her. Nothing could have prepared me for when he lifted Nina straight off her feet and held her there as he kissed her, yet it was also the most in-character thing he ever could have done.

Matthias will absolutely, every time, start an hour long conversation on what led him to this moment, if it is the right time, the right place, the right everything... He will continue up until he himself is basically internally shouting at his own mouth to shut itself (he has very low patience despite everything mentioned above) or his partner takes the initiative themselves. The second option is prefered by both parties and a 5-star whine is the expected plus-one to excellent service. He is the type to gulp when you get too close. Will go mad if you can tell when he is holding on by a thread despite his lack of many facial expressions, especially if told something along the lines of "Just lose control, love".

He is particularly sensitive for textures. All humans are to some extent, the lips have more nerve endings in them than fingertips, but Matthias is the one who is fullfilled by it the most and frequently says stuff related to it like "Are you wearing chapstick?" or "I can feel the dip of your scar". Often acknowledges indirect kisses. Matthias has once said that kissing isnt about romance, that it should be proper and only done as a follow up to a conventional Fjerdan courtship, and while lots about him has changed during his canonical relationship with Nina, I think he might still enjoy going through at least some of these with somebody who might appreciate his efforts. Matthias is still highly religious even if he is now seeing the world from another perspective and there are some cultural things that for him go deeper than just tradition. In a very specific headcanon of mine, he has grown up fantasizing about having to lift up your chin to do it, and so now he does so even with taller partners who can reach his mouth just fine.

He would 100% take the 'Will you love me if I was a worm' jokes way too seriously. "How am I supposed to handle a worm? I could hold a butterfly, maybe kiss you if you were a wolf (but thats after a very extensive inspection of your molars)". Kisses the back of your neck after putting on a necklace. Pretends that lipstick stains dont turn him on to the highest setting.

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[florashifting]

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[coff33notforme]

PLEASE SEND ME ETHAN LANDRY REQUESTS IM IN LOVE WITH HIM RN

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[corpsebasil]

HIII could you do something where the reader tells bf!ethan how bad her days was and told him someone was really mean and upset with her and they end up going missing the next day bc ethan obviously killed them?

oh yes -> (dark) Ethan Landry

- like, he’d be so protective of you. youre his girl, aren’t you? the he takes naps and watches Star Wars with?

- happened the same day he got home from school and you were dramatically throwing your laundry with almost questionably violent force into the washer. every time the clothes went in you shouted “HUZZAH!” and then cackled with glee.

- Ethan asked what the fuck you were doing and you told him it with either this, or wine glasses at a wall, so he relented to leave you to your anger management.

- later you tell him what happened: some asshole during your seminar was rude the entire time you’d been workshopping your presentation together. he’d acted like every single thing you said was the stupidest shit that had ever been muttered by a sentient being.

- so Ethan killed him. simple as that.

- and if you noticed the story of his murder on the news the next day, if you wondered aloud about if he deserved it or if it was the universe punishing him for being a dick, Ethan just laughed.

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[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: noncon, dark!stepbrother!ethan x fem!reader, unprotected sex, somnophilia

¡ scream masterlist !

the sound of rusty, creaking bedsprings, tap, tap, taps of wood on wood, slaps of skin on skin, lewd, slippery squelches, desperate pants, low growls, all ring in your ears. your eyelids are weak, body heavy, core aching. the pillow beneath your hips flattens with every ruthless thrust that drills you further and further into the mattress.

you don't have to open your eyes to know that it's ethan. you've awoken to the same calloused fingers and throbbing cock for far too long. and you know now that feigning unconsciousness only makes things easier for you. he likes it. your limp body and unspoken compliance as he molds you satisfies something inside him you don't think you'd ever understand.

your eyes squeeze shut and a tear finally sheds as his thrusts become shallower, his weight pressing you into your bedding. he's sweaty, his natural musk filling your nose.

a string of curses replaces a short lived whimper as he comes, grinding himself onto you as he tries to get deeper despite the lack of space between you. you bite your lip to contain a moan, ashamed as you pray he didn't feel the way your breathing faltered.

"you're awake," ethan murmurs. "i know you are. you're not good at pretending, sis. turn around, i wanna go again.

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[ultraviol6nced]

Could I please request y/n and ethan are in a long distance relationship and one night they call and have phone sex . ❤️

LATE NIGHT CALLS - ETHAN LANDRY💌

SUMMARY: you and your boyfriend, ethan landry, have been doing long distance for quite some time. both of your sex lives have been boring, so tonight you both decided to spice it up.

GENRE: smut

warnings: masturbating, phone sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys

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you and ethan lived across the country. you resided in your cute little apartment in LA while he went all the way to NYC to go study economics.

you truly missed him. you wanted to be able to share more intimate moments with him but the closest that you both could get very intimate with one another is through facetime and text.

you enjoyed sleeping on call with him and you texted him all day. you basically had your phone around you 24/7 incase something came up.

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tonight was another one of those nights where you both would have all the time in the world to spend with one another.

“hey baby.” ethan whispered from the other end of the call. you could see his flushed face and his small grin which made your heart flutter.

“hi.” you simply answered, squishing your face into the pillow while ethan giggled at your cuteness. “you’re so cute.” he whispered while staring at his screen, admiring your look.

“thank you, baby.” you said. ethan on the other hand was getting hard because of your voice alone, and your pretty face. he wanted to see you again and put ropes of his warm cum along your face and stomach.

“so cute..” he whispered while trying to be as silent as possible. he was successful with taking off his pants and then his boxers. his hard cock sprung right up, the cold hair tickling it softly. he groaned which sparked worried throughout your mind.

“you okay?” you asked, a look of concern on your face. ethan nods while he wraps a big hand around the base of his hard cock. you were the reason why he was so hard and turned on, and you were completely oblivious.

ethan began to palm himself, letting out small grunts and whimpers which you brushed off, thinking he was trying to find a comfortable position. but soon, you could hear the wet noises from his pre-cum that was oozing out of his tip. you couldn’t see but you could definitely hear.

“fuck…” he whimpered, completely giving up on trying to be secretive. your eyes widened when you heard his whimpers become more loud and clear. the wet noises also became loud and clear as well.

“are you masturbating?!” you asked, your cheeks becoming flushed. “ethan???” you asked in worry and curiosity. you could see his head throw back before ropes of cum hit his chest. your eyes widened when you saw the white substance make a whole mess all over his newly washed shirt.

“ethan..” you whispered. you felt a pool form between your legs. you felt your sensitive clit start to throb from the sight and idea of ethan wanking off to you in secret.

you got on your knees and positioned the camera so that your whole body was in view. you began to tease him by slapping your short waistband against your waist. he wanted to see you fully naked. he needed it.

“take it off baby. i fucking need you.” he whispered in a raspy voice. he was still recovering from the overstimulation but it was clear that he was willing to go for more.

you obliged and took off your shorts along with your pretty pink panties. you pulled out a dildo from your drawer and spread lube all over so that you’d get the most pleasurable experience.

“i’m going to imagine that this is you.” you crawled up to the camera and licked the blue raspberry flavored lube off your dildo. you opened your mouth and strings of the sticky, yummy substance coated your mouth.

“fuck. suck it baby.” he whimpered. he wanted to imagine you sucking his dick down. you gagging on his dick while he ruthlessly fucked your pretty tight mouth.

you began to suck it. you imagined that this was ethan you were sucking off. and ethan imagined that you were sucking his dick right now. he even took out his fleshlight and began to use it on his dick at the same pace that you were sucking your dildo at.

you got faster and faster, the sound of ethan’s wet noises while he used his fleshlight were like music to your ears. his soft cries and whimpers only made you more wet. the dildo was now covered in your saliva and the blue raspberry lube.

you could hear his loud moan from the other end while he came a 2nd time into his fleshlight. you smiled and chuckled while watching him suffer from overstimulation on the other end.

“i want you to fuck me now.” you put on your pornstar persona and spread your legs, your pretty pussy now in view.

ethan got rid of the fleshlight and wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. you shoved the dildo into your tight pussy which made you throw your head back. you moan his name softly.

“e-ethan…” you moan. “fucking use me.” you whine while you began to fuck yourself with the dildo. you could already feel your legs shake from how aroused you are.

“of- of course baby.” he groaned loudly and picked up the pace with his palming. you picked up the pace with your dildo and you could already feel a knot built up in your stomach.

you both were fucking yourselves while imaging that you were fucking each other. you will never forget this moment. you loved every single second.

you felt the knot getting tighter and your moans became more high pitched. “f-fuck!” you continuously repeated while ethan groaned out a low. “shit…”

you went the fastest that you ever could. you felt the knot break and you gushed out. you squirted all over your bedsheets and the newly polished wood floor.

ethan reached his high as well and came all over. he watched you squirt all over the floor which helped him cum. “fuck.. you’re so wet.” he groans while finishing himself up once again. he came a second time within a minutes. he was that turned on.

you chuckled and cleaned yourself up while ethan cleaned himself up. you both needed this release, and you couldn’t wait to meet up in real life once again.

“goodnight baby.” you tucked yourself into bed. you were very exhausted from the phone sex session. “goodnight.” he whispered before falling dead asleep. you couldn’t wait to dream about him ruthlessly fucking you.

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[lesbianpepsi]

Fuck it I love you | Masterlist

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: when paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam

warnings: swearing, bad writing

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊chapters✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆

part I

part II

part III

part IV | coming soon...

part V | coming soon...

part VI | coming soon...

part VII | coming soon...

part VIII | coming soon...

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[ladybirdmacbeth]

whyyy is nobody writing an Ocean’s 11 AU Six of Crows???? it literally fits like a glove💯💯

(if someone is, in fact, writing it, I would be much obliged if a link found its way into my comments🙏🏻🙏🏻🕯️🕯️🕯️)

except for the love triangle bit. i mean we have Kaz as George Clooney but then Inej obvi has to be Brad Pitt and under NO circumstance Julia Roberts since Pekka Rollins is clearly Andy Garcia

#it was like my fav movie as kid do u know how i would SCREAM if there was an oceans 11 x SoC fic???? #wait am old are teenagers these days not watching oceans 11 oh my god #if you’re young go watch it asap (the Clooney version obvi>>>) #ocean’s eleven #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #fanfiction #fic prompt #modern au

[stephstars08]

Memories ~ Chapter Two

GF!Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Daddy Issues, Controlling Behavior, Mention of Murder, ANGST, Break-up, Secrets, Anxiety, Guy trying to take advantage of Reader, Alcohol, Fighting, Arguments, and Suspicion.

Word Count: 3,160

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! Hope you all enjoyed Chapter One! This chapter is where the story starts to have more Angst than Fluff! This chapter also starts to take place with the movie however I tried not to take many scenes from the movie. As mush as I love the movie I tried to write something of my own! That’s what I always try to do with my writing! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and the third and final chapter will be posted next Friday!

Ethan walked into his dad’s apartment. “About fucking time, you fucking showed up!” Detective Bailey snapped at his son as he stood up from the chair he was sitting on. Ethan just rolled his eyes as he took off his book bag and dropped it to the floor by the door. “Where the fuck were you boy?” Detective Bailey asked him in a stern tone. “He was too busy fucking his girlfriend.” Quinn answered before Ethan could get a word out. “Quinn, what the fuck?” Ethan snapped as he looked at his blabber mouth sister with a death glare. “Girlfriend? Since when?” Detective Bailey asked him. “It’s not important.” Ethan said walking over to his dad and Quinn who was still sitting on the couch. “It is important if she knows the bitch sisters.” Detective Bailey told him in a stern tone obviously referring to the Carpenter sisters. “Y/N has nothing to do with what happened to Ritchie!” Ethan told him using the same tone his father just used on him. “I don’t give a fuck! If she’s close to anyone in that fucking group, she’s on the list.” Detective Bailey told him.

This is why Ethan didn’t want his dad to know about Y/N. His dad holds the biggest grudge against the sisters for the death of Ritchie aka the favorite child. No, Ethan didn’t have any bad blood with his brother so yes, he was devastated to hear about what happened. Quinn was upset too but she’s just like their dad, she wants Sam to pay for what she did. Ethan is upset too, he feels his body build up with rage when he’s around the sister’s but when Y/N is with him, that anger melts away.

“You listen to me right now boy!” Detective Bailey started as he pointed his index finger at Ethan. “I suggest if you don’t want your little girlfriend getting hurt, you better keep her away from those sisters because if she gets in the way of the job, she’s fucking dead!” Detective Bailey told him in a warning tone with a dark look in his eyes. “If anyone gets in the way of us getting our revenge on those murders that killed your brother, they are fucking dead!” he added, putting his finger down but still staring at his youngest son with darkness.

“Now sit your ass down next to your sister and listen to the plan.” Detective Bailey told him in a demanding tone. Ethan did what he was told to do. As his dad discussed the plan all Ethan could think about was how he was going to be able to keep Y/N away from the sisters. He may be able to keep her away from Sam, but he doesn’t know how he’s going to keep her away from Tara since whenever she’s with Anika, she’s with Tara, too.

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As the days passed it was getting closer to the night where Detective Bailey is going to get the revenge plan started by killing a boy named Jason and his movie film geek friend who were also trying to kill Sam and Tara. Ever since Detective Bailey told Ethan about what will happen to Y/N if she doesn’t stay out of the way he’s been avoiding her. He doesn’t mean to ignore the girl he loves more than anything but the closer they get to the launch night the more he worries about her safety.

Ethan was at his apartment that he shares with Chad getting ready to meet Quinn at his dad’s apartment to go over the plan one last time. But right before he could walk out the door Y/N showed up. “Hey, I need to talk to you, now.” Y/N told him with a stern look in her eyes. He knew she just got off work since she was still in her Starbucks uniform. Ethan also knew what she needed to talk to him about, so he just nodded and let her walk inside the apartment.

“What’s going on with you?” Y/N asked him as she folded her arms over her chest. “What?” Ethan asked, playing dumb as he shut the door. “I’ve been calling and texting you and you haven’t been answering.” Y/N explained to him. “I was scared that something happened to you.” She added with worry in her tone. “I don’t deserve you.” Ethan told her looking away from her gaze. “What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N asked him with complete confusion in her tone. He just stayed silent as he continued to look down at the floor. “Ethan.” Y/N said going to put one of her hands onto his cheek, but he quickly stepped away from her.

“You need to leave.” Ethan told her still not looking at her worried face. “I’m not leaving till you tell me what the hell is going on with you.” Y/N told him. “We can’t be together anymore, okay!” Ethan said with frustration, finally looking at her. “You’re breaking up with me?” Y/N said in complete shock. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” she asked as tears started to flood her eyes. It was killing Ethan to see her crying especially since he’s the one that’s making her cry. “It’s not you, it’s me. I got way too much shit going on that I don’t want you to get in the middle of.” Ethan explained to her as he could feel tears flooding his eyes as well. “It’s also best if we stay away from each other. It’s for the best.” Ethan told her as tears made their way down his face.

He didn’t want to do this, but he thought that maybe if she stays away from him, she will be safe. Y/N just gave him a nod since she was crying so hard, she was scared that if she opened her mouth nothing, but sobs would come out. “I’m sorry.” Ethan cried out. He went to go take her hand, but she stepped away from him. She walked around him and out the door slamming it shut behind him.

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Since Ethan broke up with Y/N she did what he told her to do. She hasn’t been around Ethan she hasn’t hung out with the rest of the group because she doesn’t want to run into him. When Anika asked what had happened Y/N didn’t tell her everything that was said. She just told her roommate that her and Ethan decided to break up. Also, since the breakup the only time Y/N gets out of the apartment is to go to work or class. It was like Y/N went back into the shell she was in before she even met Ethan. She went back to the girl she was when she was growing up.

It was Friday which was the start of Halloween weekend and Anika and Mindy were trying to convince Y/N to come to a costume frat party that night. “C’mon on Y/N! You really need to get out of this small ass apartment.” Mindy told her. “I get out of the apartment.” Y/N said defending herself. “Going to work and class doesn’t count!” Mindy told her in a stern tone which made Y/N roll her eyes.

“Y/N, I know that you’re still upset over your breakup with Ethan, but you shouldn’t let that stop you from going out and having some fun with your friends.” Anika told her as she sat down on the end of Y/N’s bed.

Whenever Y/N is home all she does is just lay in her bed since it’s her safe place. Plus, her sheets still smell like Ethan so, when she’s lying in bed the smell makes her feel like he is there laying next to her.

“Yeah, come with us and get with a guy that can really show you a good time.” Mindy told Y/N with a smirk, but it quickly dropped when Anika slapped her on the arm. “What?” Mindy asked, confused on why her girlfriend smacked her on the arm. Y/N just rolled her eyes again. It’s been clear since day one that Mindy isn’t a fan of her twin brother’s roommate. It made Y/N’s blood boil when Mindy criticized Ethan.

“How about we take you out to go get a costume to wear tonight and I’ll pay for it myself.” Anika told her with hope in her eyes. Y/N really didn’t want to go for many reasons. Of course, the first one was because she didn’t want to run into Ethan. The second reason was that she’s not a big party girl. But if she stays around Mindy or Anika, she won’t have to deal with meeting new people and it’s also a big house with a bunch of people so she might not have to worry about running into Ethan. And if she’s being completely honest, she really wanted to get drunk since that might take away all of the pain that has been stinging her heart. Also, she knows that Anika won’t quit at it till she gets what she wants.

“Okay, I’ll come.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh as she stood up from her bed. “Yay!” Anika said with excitement as she stood up from the bed as well.

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Y/N was at the party sitting on a couch with Anika and Mindy. The costume Y/N was wearing that she didn’t pick out herself was a sexy costume of Harley Quinn. It was similar to the outfit she wore in the first Suicide Squad movie. Anika did her make up and hair to match the character. Even though Y/N told them multiple times that she didn’t want to hook up with someone they made her wear the costume since all guys get turned on by a girl wearing a Harley Quinn costume. Y/N couldn’t help but feel very uncomfortable in the costume. At least she is wearing shorts instead of what the character really wore but she still felt self-conscious since this is the most skin she has shown to people except Ethan.

Tara walked by them looking completely wasted which made Y/N jealous. She wished that’s how she was since maybe if she was drunk, she would be having a lot more fun. She wanted to get another drink, so she decided to go to the kitchen by herself since Anika and Mindy were too deep in conversation. Y/N squeezed by people and walked into the kitchen where not many people where not many people were which made her feel a little bit more relaxed.

She grabbed a red solo cup and looked at all of the bottles of liquor. She picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey and poured some into her cup. After she put the bottle down, she drank down the whole cup which made her wince at the burning sensation in her throat. But damn that felt so damn good. Y/N went to grab the bottle again, but someone grabbed her wrist before she could touch the glass bottle. When she looked up, she saw a random guy was holding her wrist.

She couldn’t help but scoff at the guy’s costume or if even is a costume. He was wearing a New York Knicks jersey and just a pair of black jeans. She couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze and the creepy smirk he had on his face. “Can you let go of my wrist please.” Y/N said trying to pull it away from his tight grip. “Why? You got a boyfriend?” The man asked her looking her up and down which made a shiver go down her spine. Before Y/N could answer a familiar voice answered for her.

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend.” Ethan told him with a stern look in his eyes. “Now you heard her. Let her go.” He added in a demanding tone which scared Y/N a little bit since she’s never seen Ethan like this before. “He’s your boyfriend?” The guy asked her which earned him a nod from her. The guy let go of her wrist that was now red and sore. “I suggest you get the fuck out of here now!” Ethan told him in a warning tone with a dark look in his brown eyes. The guy actually did what Ethan told him to do but he did grumble something under his breath which was probably something about Ethan’s costume which was made out of cardboard and duct tape.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked her with concern, wiping the dark look off his face. He went to touch her wrist, but she quickly took a step back from him. “Y/N!” Ethan said in a stern tone. “You said we should stay away from each other.” Y/N told him putting her empty cup on the counter. “Oh, so I’m just supposed to let some drunk horny asshole try and take advantage of you?” Ethan said with frustration in his tone. “You wearing a costume like that is a horny guy magnet.” He added which quickly made her blood boil. “I didn’t want to wear this stupid fucking costume! Anika and Mindy made me wear it!” Y/N told him in a snappy tone glaring at him. “Damn it, Y/N!” Ethan hissed running a hand through his brown curls losing his cardboard helmet in the house somewhere.

“You need to stop letting them make you do shit that you don’t want to do! You need to get into a friend group that doesn’t walk all over you.” He told her in a stern tone. “Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Y/N snapped with a harsh laugh. “You let everyone in the group make fun of how dorky you are, and you let Chad make you go to these dumb ass parties when he knows how shy and uncomfortable, they make you!” Y/N told him with frustration and annoyance in her tone. Ethan knew she was right but unlike her, he’s going to get his revenge for all of that shit when he kills them.

Before Ethan could say anything back, they heard yelling coming from the living room. “What the hell?” Y/N said in confusion. “Come on.” Ethan said and walked towards the yelling with her. When they got there, they saw Chad fighting with some random guy. The only one who was telling them to stop was Tara. Chad was about to punch the guy, but someone stepped in front of them. That someone was Tara’s older sister Sam.

Y/N couldn’t hear what Sam said to the guy so when she tazed him in the balls it took Y/N by surprise. “Don’t ever lay your hands on my sister!” Sam snapped as she glared down at, they guy who was rolling on the hard wood floor holding his dick. As the guy yelled at Sam, Tara yelled at her sister and then quickly ran out of the house. As the guy groaned in pain Y/N heard people whispering about how Sam is that crazy chick from Woodsboro. Y/N sadly knows what they are talking about. When Ethan saw the friend group make their way out of the house, he took Y/N’s hand and walked her out of the house.

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Everyone was now at Sam and Tara’s apartment. Everyone but Sam who was pretty upset from her fight with Tara and getting drench with soda from some bitch was downstairs in the hallway but when a breaking news report came on Chad quickly got her to come inside. It was a news report about Ghostface.

The only one who noticed a guy following behind them was Quinn. Everyone had their eyes glued to the screen especially Y/N. She didn’t know how to feel. I mean she was defiantly fucking terrified since the attack happened just a couple buildings down from the apartment complex that she lives in.

When Ethan looked over at Y/N who was sitting between Mindy and Quinn he saw the fear in her eyes. He wished he could walk over there and pull her into his arms and let her cry in his chest since he knew she was holding it all in. He also wanted to get her away from Quinn since he doesn’t trust her. This is exactly why he broke up with her. He didn’t want her to get caught up in a situation where she could end up losing her life. He knows that he’s going to have to do everything he could do to protect her whether she wants him to or not.

When Tara and Sam left Y/N stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door and started to look through the drawers for make-up remover wipes. She sighed in relief when she found some. She took four wipes out and used them to wipe away all of the make-up she had on. It felt so good to wipe all of that heavy make-up off because it made her feel like herself again. She felt like she was hiding behind a mask with all of that make-up on. She threw away the wipes and put the packet back into drawer shutting it.

She pulled her hair out of pig tails. She couldn’t wait to go back to her apartment and wash this stupid pink and blue out. Another thing Anika made her do. Y/N could still feel her nerves pacing from the news report, so she closed her eyes and took a calming breath to try and calm herself done. Just when she felt calm someone banged on the door startling her.

When she opened the door, she saw it was Ethan. Before she could say anything, he pushed himself inside the small bathroom and shut the door. “Ethan, what the- “Y/N started to say but he hushed her. “They aren’t going to hurt you.” Ethan told her with a serious look in his brown eyes. “Who?” Y/N asked with confusion and a bit frightened. “The new Ghostface, I’m going to make sure that they don’t lay a fucking finger on you.” Ethan told her stepping closer to her.

Even though Y/N was concerned about Ethan’s sudden protection of her she didn’t step back the closeness since she knew that he wasn’t going to hurt her. “How do you know that for sure?” Y/N asked him in a soft tone. “Because if they want you, they are going to have to go through me first.” Ethan told her in a stern tone and pulled her into a hug.

Y/N just let him embrace her. To be honest, she was too in shock by what Ethan just told her. She can sense that he’s hiding something. That could be why he broke up with her. She’s not going to ask about it now since she knows he isn’t going to be truthful, but she is going to have that thought in the back of her head when she’s around him.

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