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biblio-smia · 4 months

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reader comforting ethan when he's crying?

you've never seen ethan cry before.

you've seen him tear up, sure. you two loved watch too many movies together for that to never happen. you even caught him trying to discreetly wipe a tear and attempting to disguise a sniffle, but you had been way worse off for any effective teasing.

turns out, there's a first for everything.

you've almost given up knocking on ethan's dorm room (though you were sure he was in there) when the door began to creak open, stopping your closed fist mid-knock.

it takes a while for ethan to reveal even a sliver of his face, which is immediately worrying. his head is down as he leans against the doorframe.

"ethan?" you ask quietly, not wanting to ask directly what was wrong.

he looks up at you, hesitantly, pale skin around his eyes red.

"ethan..." you mumble, eyebrows scrunching in concern. ethan looks away, wipes his eye with the back of his hand. you put your palm against the door and ethan lets you, backing up to let you in.

he turns away from you and doesn't stop walking until he's reached his bed. he flops on his back and you carefully lie down next to him.

you're anxious as you stare up at ethan's ceiling, swallowing thickly, unsure what to do. you've never discussed with ethan what type of comforting he needs when he's cried so violently his eyes are puffy and you desperately rack your brain for any ideas.

carefully, you reach for one of ethan's hands, slowly folding your fingers over his.

"is this okay?" you whisper, squeezing ethan's hand lightly. he clasps his hand around yours and you think he nods.

you don't want to say something obvious but you don't want to pressure him, either. you turn in your spot to look at him, hand still holding his. from here you can see tears still slowly slipping down the side of ethan's face, watching as he stares straight up and swallows thickly.

you place a hand on ethan's chest and he finds it instantly, squeezing it lightly. he's glad you're here.

"i don't think i like seeing you cry very much," you say quietly, softly thumbing over ethan's finger. and you don't. the sight makes you helplessly sick, creates a ball in your throat you can't swallow down. you wish you could take ethan and make everything bothering him disappear, but you haven't even gotten to the root of his tears yet.

"i'm sorry," ethan says softly, shakily.

"no," you scold softly, leaning in to kiss ethan's tear-stained cheek. "not your fault."

"partially my fault," ethan admits.

you slip one of your hands out of his, place it on his cheeks. you're half thumbing his cheek and half wiping tears away, attempting to comfort him in the ways you know best.

"do you wanna talk about it?" your voice is soft, touch even softer as you pat the rest of ethan's face dry. he closes his eyes and sighs, rolling over to rest his head on your shoulder.

"'s a whole bunch of things," ethan admits, voice slightly muffled. you don't mind, adjusting to accommodate him, fingers softly twisting his curls. "it's stupid."

"it's not stupid. unless hotel for dogs made you cry again."

ethan manages to laugh, albeit shakily. "it was one tear."

"it wasn't even sad, baby."

ethan laughs again, sniffling.

"wasn't a movie," ethan shakes his head. "i, uh... got a c on my paper," ethan began.

"okay," you said, hand on ethan's shoulder, trying to coax the rest out of him. you knew how much ethan's grades meant to him, but you were sure there were other things contributing to the breakdown; ethan had a bad habit of letting things bottle up until he couldn't contain them anymore and they forced their way out.

ethan sighs. "and i fought with quinn."

"okay." you squeeze ethan's shoulder.

"but... bad. she said she hates me." ethan's voice is shaky again and you kiss the tip of his nose.

"she doesn't hate you," you insist. "you're her baby brother. you'll get on her nerves but she could never hate you."

ethan considers this for a moment, takes a shuddery breath.

"get her some candy and apologize," you suggest. "she'll forgive you."

"maybe. yeah."

there's something else, you're sure. there's something in ethan's eyes that's unspoken, something you're sure has overstayed its welcome in ethan's brain.

"what's wrong, eth?" your voice is gentle, your touch feather-light. ethan doesn't feel very deserving of it and it's making his vision blurry with fresh tears.

"i guess i just don't... i just don't feel enough sometimes." ethan's voice breaks painfully, and he buries his face back into your shirt as he cries.

"ethan..." you say sadly, pulling him tighter into you. you're not sure if you're able to fix this for him, but maybe a problem-solver isn't what ethan needs right now. "i'm sorry, baby."

ethan shakes his head but you beat him to the punch.

"i can't stop you from feeling that way, but i can be here for you when you do," you start. "because you mean so much to me."

ethan has moved his face just slightly, enough so you can catch a sliver of him.

"i don't lower my standards for anyone, eth. so, at the very least, you're enough for me."

you can feel ethan smile, just a little. you're not sure how else you can convince him he's probably the best thing that's ever happened to you, so you place a kiss on ethan's lips instead.

"let me take you out," you say. "i can't have my boy thinking he's anything less than perfect."

"shut up," ethan groans, but he's smiling. blushing, even.

"can't make me," you grin, kissing ethan's cheek.

he definitely can make you, especially when he pulls you close and kisses you softly.

"can we just stay here for a bit?" ethan asks quietly, fingers on your cheeks as you steal a few more kisses.

"i think i can work with that." you comply easily, pulling ethan close again. you let him play with your fingers, let him kiss your jaw. anything to keep his mind off of things.

you'd let him do anything to not see those tears from your pretty boy again.

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#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry #scream #scream x reader #v + ethan #v writes

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starport-rodeo · 2 years

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listening to maya hawke say “fuck the Supreme Court” and talk so enthusiastically about her parents’ success thanks to safe and legal healthcare brought me so much joy and peace. she and her family truly are some of the best individuals out there

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #robin buckley #ronance #maya hawke #ethan hawke #uma thurman #roe v wade

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bl3upi3 · 1 year

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Twisted Fate | Ethan Landry

Summary: After being attacked by ghostface Reader discovers another side of life. It turns out that you are more attracted to the killer than you think.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, maybe SPOIL ?, p in v unprotected, blood kink, knife play, characters death, choking, violence. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

A/N: I haven't watched the whole film but Ethan is so hot. This is my first smut so please feel free to give me feedback. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. (My requests are open if wanted)

You had worked hard all week and were looking forward to a fun party with your friends. You didn't care much about your appearance, but you had still taken the time to choose a comfortable, casual outfit for the evening.

You had lined up with your friends to get into the party, loud music could be heard from outside the house. When you finally walked through the door, you were immediately surrounded by a crowd of lively and energetic people.

The living room was packed, with people dancing to the music, laughing and chatting. You grabbed a glass of red punch, your favourite drink, and started socialising with your friends and other people you didn't know.

You spotted a cute guy in the corner of the room and approached him. You exchanged smiles and started dancing together to the lively music. It was a perfect evening, everything was going according to plan.

However, everything changed when you went to find a toilet and saw a pool of blood on the floor. You slowly approached it, trying to figure out what had happened. As you got closer, you realised that there were bodies lying on the ground, motionless.

You were horrified, your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do. You wanted to run away, but something inside you held you back. You had always been drawn to the dark side of life, but never had the opportunity to explore it.

Then you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned and saw a masked man in a black robe holding a knife in his hand. It was Ghostface.

You didn't panic, you felt alive and excited about taking control. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon but nothing. Ghostface was already approaching you.

You got into a fighting stance, preparing to dodge his attack. You stepped back a little, watching every move he made. You narrowly dodged his stab, and he tried to hit you again, but this time you managed to block it with your hands.

You quickly thought about how to defend yourself effectively, so you rolled backwards and picked up a glass vase that was on the floor. You threw it at Ghostface, but he dodged it. You continued to look for a way to defend yourself, your eyes scanning the room. Then you saw the knife block on the worktop.

You approached slowly, ready at any moment to dodge an attack. Ghostface followed you, his eyes fixed on you. You reached the knife block and grabbed a knife, turning quickly to face your opponent.

"You want to play?" You challenged. Your voice shook slightly, you had forgotten how good it felt to feel like that. "I'm ready." You smiled.

He doesn't react, raising his own dagger to parry yours. You quickly stabbed downwards and he blocked the cut, grabbing your wrist with one hand. You kicked him in the chest, throwing all your strength into it. He fell onto the ground. You stood above him, glaring down at him.

You raised the knife again, and brought the blade towards his throat. You could hear his heavy breathing under the mask as you came closer, your heartbeat speeding up with every second that passed. You were on top of him, legs pinned around his hips and blade at his throat.

His arms were stretched out, unable to reach your waist. He seemed defeated. You closed your eyes, thinking about how good it would feel to kill him right now. Your breathing quickens as you decide to remove his mask revealing a curly haired boy looking at you with a smile.

"Ethan ?" You asked. His face is full of surprise, a hint of fear showing in his green eyes. He doesn't say anything, instead, you notice how his grip on your wrists loosens slightly and he tries to push you off of him. You ignore him and press harder against the knife, causing more blood to trickle down his throat. You can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows hard. You smile at him, a sadistic expression crossing your features.

"It feels good doesn't it" he asks. "To finally have revenge." Your smile widens even more. You don't hesitate anymore ready to strike. You suddenly stop when Ethan grabs your wrist, stopping the knife in its track. You pull your arm out of his grip, staring down at the blade stuck between his fingers. Blood dripping into his face, he looks at you and smiles with his bloody teeth.

Then you felt it, hard and solid pressing against your core. Your eyes widened in confusion until you realise what was happening. You looked at him, his smile, the blood, the feeling between your legs sent electricity through your whole body. His eyes locked onto yours and he leaned upwards, pressing his lips against yours roughly, almost aggressively. The taste of blood entering your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

You dropped the knife on the floor next to you and wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You broke the kiss, breathing heavily. You moved away slightly, just enough to see each other better. You were both smiling brightly, euphoria filling you. Seeing that blood on him, his own blood made you feel something new. Something hot.

Without saying a word, you stood up and looked at him. "So now, if you don't want me to kill you, you'll have to fuck me" A slow grin crept over his face. He pushed himself off the ground, grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you up onto the counter, where he positioned you.

"You don't know how much I wanted you" he said. He pulled your hips closer, kissing you passionately once more, this time his hands slipping under your dress, caressing the sides of your thighs.

"That's why you killed all this people ?" You whispered after pulling apart. He looked deeply into your eyes, his own filled with passion. You didn't understand how he could be this passionate while being covered in blood and sweat. But you were so attracted to him. And you wanted him too.

"I just wanted to kill that guy you danced with but someone saw me so I took care of all the witnesses" he responded before capturing your lips once more. He kissed you hungrily, making the both of you moan. This wasn't a gentle kiss. This was a lusty, dirty, hungry one. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't think straight, but he wasn't letting go, his tongue was deep inside your mouth, caressing your inner walls teasingly. Your hands slipped beneath the hem robe, sliding over his warm skin. He groaned loudly, moving his hips, thrusting against you, grinding into you.

Suddenly he stopped, breaking the kiss, looking down at the knife which had fallen on the ground. He crouched beside it and placed it carefully besides you. Before pulling his robe over his head "Now, I want to play" he said looking at the knife, then to you "Do you wanna play?" you nodded eagerly "Alright then, let's play".

He removed his clothes and you did the same, he climbed onto the counter next to you and you climbed on top of him, taking the knife as you went. You placed both of your knees on either side of his hips. You stared at his pale, beautiful torso, you placed the tip of the knife at the top of his torso and dragged it delicately towards his belly button, leaving a thin line of blood following its path.

He watched you closely, you kept your eyes focused on his face, enjoying the view. He got up on his elbows and looked between you two before you understood. You lifted yourself up slightly, taking him inside you and sinking down slowly, your eyes fixated on each other.

He moaned loudly, biting his bottom lip nervously. He started moving his hips rhythmically, giving you complete pleasure. His hands travelled to your hips, holding them firmly. You could hear him panting, clearly trying to hold back some noises he desperately wanted to make. You lowered yourself to take his lips again.

As soon as you began moving again, he lost control of his body, moaning uncontrollably while gripping you tightly. He threw his head back, his hair falling down in front of his face. You moved your hips faster, , you couldn’t get enough, you needed him. You wanted him.

You broke away from the kiss and ran your hand over the blood that had not yet dried before running it up and down your own body. You gasped when he squeezed your breast gently, bringing a small amount of pleasure to your body as well.

A low groan escaped your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue, the sensations were overwhelming. He tightened his grip on your breasts, and you moaned louder than before, pushing down further on him .

He moaned, his grip never relaxing. You place sloppy kisses against his neck, feeling his excitement build up. He was close, you could feel it, he wasn’t far, he wouldn’t last long.

"I don't want to cum before you" he whispered, his words sending shivers of anticipation throughout your body. Your heart pounded, you couldn't remember if there had ever been anyone who was able to turn you on like Ethan did.

"Me neither" you confessed. He grabbed your hip and turned you around, positioning you underneath him. He pressed his lips against yours again, his hands travelling from your hips, trailing up your stomach towards your breasts. When he reached one of them he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing you before slamming back into you. He placed one of his hands on your ass and squeezed it, his other one moving down to your thigh. His movements were quick and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

He continued to slam into you. Harder. Sweeter. More intense. You let out a scream of pleasure, your hips bucking uncontrollably. He was moving quicker and stronger, his grip tightening, keeping you down.

Your orgasm hit you instantly. Everything slowed down. Every muscle, every bone in your body relaxed. You could feel Ethan's grip loosen and you moved your hips, hitting back harder. He grunted in response, tightening his grip once more. He was close. So close. Just a few more steps, a couple more seconds, that's all you needed.

"Cum inside of me Ethan" You begged, throwing your head back exposing your neck. You heard a faint growl escape his throat and he immediately released himself inside of you. You let out a sob of satisfaction, feeling him buried deep inside you. You could feel the tension leave his body. His grip on you loosened even more and looked down a you with a smile.

You smiled back "So you won't die a virgin", he looked at you with confusion before before you grabbed the knife and stabbed it into his neck. His blood spilled over your chest, onto your arms. You stared at the red liquid, relishing the feeling. Your eyes trailed over his dead corpse, watching his muscles relax. It was silent for a moment.

You pushed his lifeless body away before stepping off the counter and getting dressed. Once fully dressed you walked over to the knife sticking out of Ethan's neck and picked it up. You smiled, placing the knife on the counter before taking his mask in your hand. You put it on , turning around to face your reflection on the window. You smiled at yourself as well, loving what you saw.

You left the house minutes before the police arrived at the crime scene

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veryberryjelly · 4 days

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stepbro!ethan landry headcanons

i need to get some stepbro!ethan landry out of my head and into the world !

stepbro!ethan who sneaks into your room after your parents have gone to bed just to sleep in the same bed as you

stepbro!ethan who is always subtly checking up on you when your parents are around through subtle touches and passing whispers

stepbro!ethan who pretends not to notice when you walk into the kitchen in the morning in his t-shirt

stepbro!ethan who makes sure you never wear anything other than his clothes once he see's you in one of his t-shirts.

stepbro!ethan who can't sleep very well without you by his side.

stepbro!ethan who is texting you all night when you're not home.

stepbro!ethan who all of your friends have a crush on but none of them know that he's yours.

stepbro!ethan who teases you when both of your parents are in the room with you.

stepbro!ethan who keeps a box of your things under his bed from when you stay in his room. glasses, books, underwear.

stepbro!ethan who has a photo of the two of you in his wallet. you're sitting in his lap, your arms wound around his neck and your face buried in his hair. whenever people ask him who it is, he says 'his sister' and everyone just thinks he's joking, but the soft smirk on his lips says otherwise.

stepbro!ethan who won't let you get up in the morning and keeps his arms locked around you.

stepbro!ethan who has a secret album on his phone that is just photos of you. he scrolls through it when he's missing you.

stepbro!ethan who gets your initial tattooed on his bicep but refuses to tell anyone who he got the tattoo for.

stepbro!ethan who is waiting for the day your parents break up so he can openly be with the girls he's in love with.

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constarlations · 5 months

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Pokémon Timeskip Series: Champion Dawn 🌸❄️

Known as Sinnoh’s Ice Queen, Dawn is best known for her intimidating yet caring nature. She’s fierce and calculating, never leaving any room for error especially when it comes to battling. On her off days you can find her in the contest hall, a hobby she picked up from her mother, or in the Battle Frontier/Pokémon Lab to catch up with her best friends. It is said she was recently engaged to a certain johto boy (Ethan. It’s Ethan.) however they will not publicly revealed their plans for the wedding as of yet

Made a timeskip adult champion Dawn design a while back! It’s still my favorite of my timeskip series hehehe I hope you enjoy!

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#trainer dawn #pokemon #pokémon #dawn pokemon #Art #Ally draws stuff #pokemon timeskip #Wait I can ramble in the tags that’s fucking right #ok so her design was heavily inspired by Cynthia obviously carrying over the same sorta philosophy #She has a few references to the Pokémon she uses! The scrunchies on her wrist for example relating back to (Shiny) Mega Lopunny #Very proud of that Diamond and Pearl necklace btw while her skirt alt design comes with a jacket so it’s v platinum-esque #She has moon earrings if you zoom in closely along with her star clips!#I still like the triangle clips she has cause it’s a more shape but star clips are cool hella regal #I forgot Lucas wore a beret tbh 💀 but translating her hat to a beret was hella fun #also DP color scheme ofc but I changed it up a bit hehehe #her shoes are a reference to palkia in a way! I paid a dumb amount of attention to how Pokémon translates shoes…#But yeee she’s my favorite timeskip design by far along with my Lyra #I have this whole story I’m building up I hope to release one day hopefully aaaa #The Cherry Blossom in the Winter Snow……….#Oh yeah the engagement ring…… she and Ethan are engaged btw 😳#pokemon dppt #pokemon bdsp #YUCK THERES A BDSP TAG NOOOOO gotta do it for the clout

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hee-blee-art · 2 years

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“distracted, winters?”

[image ID: two versions and two detail crops of a digital illustration featuring ethan winters and lord heisenberg from resident evil 8. ethan is on his back on the ground, with heisenberg straddling his thighs, wearing only his undershirt, slacks, and sunglasses, each of them covered in dirt. ethan, brow furrowed, is in the middle of trying to sit up, but heisenberg stops him with a hand around his throat, a halo of scrap metal floating around ethan’s head, sharps and points aimed at him, with a patch of light spilling in from the left. heisenberg is smiling and ethan gazes up at him with indignant surprise. in the second version, ethan is shown with a deep blush. end ID.] [pose reference link]

#art #resident evil village #ethan withers #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #lord heisenberg #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #fan art #digital art #digital painting #illustration #v happy with how this one turned out #blood.#suggestive #not sure how else to tag for the pose /gen #with id #with alt text

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bright-molina · 1 year

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you are in love

synopsis there is absolutely no doubt in chad's mind that he is so very in love with you, as much as you are in love with him, and he can't help but silently tell you in the way he knows best

a/n you know when artists film one take music videos and just go with it? that is exactly what this fic is <3 (ps recommended song for this one is, you guessed it, you are in love by taylor swift you cannot tell me that this doesn't give off the same vibes, it absolutely does)

Chad couldn’t hear a single word anybody was saying. He hadn’t heard them in a long time and they had yet to notice. To be fair, though, he wasn’t really making an effort to listen. He was much too preoccupied with his current situation.

He’d gravitated to you instantly, as he always did. The two of you had walked through the door of Sam and Tara’s apartment and it took a good amount of effort to unwind his arms from around your waist. And even then it was only after promising you’d be right there in just one second.

You’d been able to see him sitting on the couch perfectly clear. Once every twenty seconds he’d glance into the kitchen, where you were talking to Anika, like clockwork. Whenever you happened to catch Chad’s eye he’d give you the biggest grin ever with this little sparkle in his eyes but never once did he rush you. He did, however, start getting just a little bit more antsy and you could tell.

It’d been over two hours since you sat down next to him and he hadn’t moved at all. Chad was convinced now more than ever that this right here with you was his happy place. He was curled into your side, body scrunched into a little ball, with his head on your shoulder. He wasn’t too sure how long it’d been since he had zoned out of the conversation, and frankly everything else around him, but he couldn’t be more content.

He held your hand closest to him in his lap. One of his hands held yours gently while the other wandered. His touch was light as a feather as he traced up and down your arm first before moving to your hand when he saw the glint of your rings under the living room light. He twisted one of them, a pretty little one with a sun in the middle, one he’d bought you not too long ago after you lost your previous one, around for a while before moving on to playing with your fingers.

All the while you kept talking. Chad listened as you laughed. He could feel the way your body shook and glanced up only to watch your head fall back and your eyes crinkle, to see the way you smiled and giggled through whatever you had to add to the conversation. He let out a gentle and completely lovestruck sigh, before smiling himself and resuming his previous motions.

He let go of your hand briefly only to turn it so your palm was facing up. His touch turned a little heavier as he traced the lines of your palm back and forth. He followed the way they criss crossed and rose and fell and got deeper and eventually he felt the way you shivered a bit. Chad smiled again.

You moved for the first time since you’d sat down and it was only to turn and look at Chad a little closer. There was no doubt in your mind he was beaming down at the way he was holding your hand with not a single thought in that head of his. You let go of him and his movements stopped completely as he watched you move.

Really you couldn’t help yourself. You hooked a finger under his chin, slowly and gently tilting his head up so he could look at you. The two of you were so close in proximity that you could both see and hear the way his breath hitched when you held him and started gliding your thumb across his cheekbone.

And then you dared to make a move. You shifted a bit, giving you slightly better access to lean in and kiss him once. Twice. Then three times, each one soft and barely there as you looked right at him and his reactions the whole time. He chased after your lips with his own when you pulled away but you shifted, just out of reach again. But still, you never let him go.

Instead you traced his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb before smiling at him and declaring, “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

Chad almost forgot where the two of you were. The living room lights and the sound of your shared friends still talking all around him tore him back down to reality. He didn’t move and he could almost swear he was able to feel your heart beating as fast as his.

His hand, the one that had been holding yours for so long, reached up to cover yours. It felt almost empty without the weight of your hand in his anymore. And then he let his eyes flicker. They shifted across your features, ones he had memorized long ago, before flashing down to your lips and lingering there for a second. He almost leaned in again and it took every bit of control to not give in, knowing exactly what he’d do if he did.

Instead Chad looked into your eyes again and let out another soft sigh, along with the involuntary echo of this little noise. One that made you grin wildly at him. He kept staring at you. He was lost for a second before finally remembering how to form the words he so badly wanted to say. “Can we go home now?”

There was no other option than to give in to his request, there really, really wasn’t. You kissed him one more time. Harder, deeper, and slower. One that told him exactly what he was in for. Exactly how you felt.

You stood as quickly as you’d kissed him and took a step backwards, pulling him from his dazed position on the couch. “Hey, I think we’re gonna head out for the night.”

You paid no mind at all to the shouts and playful jeers that came from behind you as you started pulling him out of the apartment with no hesitation. All you did was laugh one more time, ignoring their questions and taunts while shouting a quick goodbye before shutting the door. Frankly, you were already much too preoccupied with the thoughts of what was to come and the way Chad wrapped his arms around your waist again tightly, still absolutely refusing to let you go.

#chad meeks martin #scream #scream 6 #scream 5 #scream vi #scream v #scream 2022 #chad meeks martin x reader #scream fanfic #scream x reader #chad meeks martin imagine #scream imagine #scream movie #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #anika kayoko #mindy meeks martin #ethan landry #no one yell at me #ethan landry x reader #because i'm PROUD of this #and i want people to SEE #i'm so touch starved can you tell #i also hate when people touch me though so like this really couldn't be me #mmm i'd let him to whatever he wanted to me though lbr #anyWAY enough of that <3 #it's the thought that counts?#this is absolutely the happy outcome of the love languages thing i did with him #if you read this far into my tags please bring this up to me i'm so curious and i have more THOUGHTS (maybe)#yes i wrote this at 2am and scheduled it for the morning why do you ask :)

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missygoesmeow · 8 months

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i am but a humble blood bag 😌

#i am v easy to sway #lmao #they got me #darnit #at least this time i can fuck the vampire this time #curse u ethan winters #resident evil village #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #lady dimitrescu #meme

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hour-once-operation · 13 days

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https://april-059.mxtkh.fun/z/gjxUrqV

#HarryPotter #identity v #中村静香 #tma #cuddling #black moodboard #sexy peachy bum 🍑#asian #sissy and slave #glow up #layouts #ethan dolan #leigh bardugo #gatiss wednesday #bts wallpaper

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biblio-smia · 4 months

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more ethan requests you say??? dont mind if i do🙏

maybe studying w ethan for school but he keeps getting distracted by readers lip gloss and her lowcut shirt and eventually r notices and is like " :( poor bby" and a make out session(and hj???) ensues

ur the best ily MWAH

hi ily thank you for the request 🫶 making out but no nsfw!

"Okay, so..." You start working through a problem, Ethan picking up his pen to follow along. Both of your pens work down sheets of paper, but your conversation has wandered away from math and onto other things. Ethan has just made you laugh when he makes the mistake of looking to his left at you - and his focus on the work in front of him completely breaks.

You look as gorgeous as you ever do and your lips, pulled up in a smile as you look at Ethan, are coated with shiny color. His eyes linger on you even as you turn back towards your notebook and Ethan has to force his eyes back, too.

But that shirt you're wearing is making it very, very difficult.

Ethan shakes his head to clear it, willing himself to bring himself back into the conversation you're currently having with yourself. He smiles when you start to tease him for his forgetfulness; most recently, how he showed up half an hour late to a hangout because he forgot which train to take.

"Okay, it was one time!" Ethan insists with a scoff (though he bites back a smile).

"And how many times have you gotten lost this year?"

Ethan groans.

"Okay, this month?"

Ethan gives you a look while he watches you laugh. He can't even pretend to be annoyed when you look like that. "You're cruel."

"You love me."

"I do."

You smile, looking at Ethan shyly. It's not often that he's the one making you flustered, a certain pride in your chest knowing that you usually hold that power. But sometimes, Ethan's honesty gets you worked up in the worst way - mostly because Ethan isn't even aware he's doing it.

You hit his shoulder lightly. "Focus." And you're back to your notebook, but Ethan's pen doesn't move.

"Hey, you were getting me off-topic," he protests, trying to pay attention to the paper in front of him.

"It's not my fault you can't multi-task," you call.

Ethan grumbles. "I can totally multi-task."

He really can't.

It's quiet for a while, but it's comfortable. Ethan will occasionally hear you hum or mumble something under your breath as the two of you work and he lets himself look, just take a glance.

That was his biggest mistake.

Ethan watches your face scrunch in concentration, watch you bite your bottom lip.

He turns back to his notebook quickly, but it's too late. All he can think about is what your lip gloss tastes like.

A few minutes (probably a few seconds, but it feels like minutes to Ethan) pass and Ethan can't help another glance.

This time, you're resting an arm on Ethan's desk and you're pressing yourself close - to get a better view of your homework, Ethan's sure, but the angle you're in brings his attention to the low cut of your shirt.

Ethan feels blood rush through his body and he pulls his eyes away, face warm and red. He glances at your face, just to check if you've noticed his staring. You haven't, thank god, and Ethan can't help but steal one more look before turning back to his notebook.

Oh, he is so done for.

He's trying to block out distraction, trying to focus back on his work. He's blocked you out, too, in the process - Ethan doesn't realize you're talking to him until you're shaking his shoulder.

"Ethan," you groan. "Are you on 12e yet?" Your arm has wound around Ethan's, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder to take a look at his work. "Ethan! You're not even on number five yet?"

You sigh, separating from Ethan and turning back to your paper. You're on your own.

Ethan misses the contact immediately, scooting his chair over to wrap his arms around your waist. "I can still help," Ethan offers, eyes finding 12e and reading through the problem.

"No," you sigh. "I should do it on my own."

Ethan frowns, pulls you around to face him. "I can just do it for you," he grins. He'd really like for you to forget all about your homework.

You giggle. "Very sweet, but you can't take my tests for me."

Ethan sighs. "I wish I could."

There's really no way you can look away from him now.

"You're cute." You cup Ethan's face with one of your hands, the other resting on his chair, next to his leg, to support yourself as you lean forward. Ethan shifts as you lean in, swallowing thickly as you get dangerously close to your face. Your lips look even prettier up close and Ethan stares until the very last second, only shutting his eyes when he feels your shiny lips on him. The kiss is soft and quick and it leaves a little bit of sticky residue on his lips.

"Sorry," you laugh, trying to wipe off the transferred lip gloss. Ethan blinks hazily as your hand holds his chin, thumb rubbing his lip.

"'S okay," he mumbles out.

You're so close he's getting dizzy. Ethan gulps. His face brightens. You can feel his cheeks warm from under your fingers and you look at him curiously.

"What's wrong?" You ask curiously.

Ethan burns. "N-nothing." Very convincing.

You tilt your head and you look so perfect. Ethan sighs. "You're just... so pretty."

"Really?" There's a little humor in your voice. You're not wearing anything special today, just casual jeans and a shirt. You look down at your outfit to see if it's somehow changed between the time you got dressed to now but you don't see anything particularly extraordinary.

But you can tell you won't be getting any work done, not when you've somehow becomes the biggest obstacle between Ethan and homework.

"Aw," you grin, taking Ethan's face in your hands. "Would a kiss make you feel better?" You offer with a grin Ethan can't see.

Ethan smiles shyly. "Please?"

How could you refuse?

You kiss Ethan slowly, though they don't stay that way for long. Each kiss grows in intensity and his eyelashes flutter when you kiss him again, deeper than last time. You tilt his head and he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

Your lips are off his and leaving sticky kisses on Ethan's face (though, by now, more of your lip gloss is on him than it is on you). Ethan is looking at you desperately, pulling you in for another open-mouthed kiss, giving you a chance to place your tongue in his mouth.

Ethan makes another sound and the next time your lips disconnect, the both of you are breathing heavily.

You thumb at Ethan's lips again, admiring the little bit of shine left on them.

Ethan's eyes flutter shut again, lips parting slightly, but your fingers on his lips make his eyes open immediately.

"That's due tomorrow," you whisper, motioning to the abandoned work.

Ethan groans.