Growing up with Jack and watching him become a actor leads to not as much time for you
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Ahh sorry for the late night post 😪 xoxo enjoy (also sorry this was very rushed)
Growing up with jack was everything you could have asked for. You had a build in best friend since day one.
You were glued each others sides. Your parents had to pull you off of him most days.
Your cries echoed "noo" and his followed "y/n stayyy"
But once the young teens years hit he wanted to go into acting. With his mom's help it was stressful.
You had less time with him. Less jokes. Less everything
When he would book a gig you were always the first person he called. "Y/n you won't believe it I got a role in a marvel movie! Its small but its something!"
You were thrilled for him. He brought you to set introduced you to people. It was amazing.
But once he started filming for avatar and scream things started getting rocky.
Phone calls happened only once every two weeks. Texts went unanswered.
"Hey jack its been awhile I really miss you we should call" you voice was a little unsteady.
Some stuff at home were leaving you miss your best friend more and more.
When he didnt get back to you for another week or so your heart broke.
You loved jack. Maybe not romantically but he was someone who had your heart and he couldnt be there.
Finally late one night your phone rang. His photo lit your screen.
Before the second ring you were already answering. "Hello?" You sat up eagerly to hear his voice.
"Hey y/n/n" his sleepy voice came through.
"God I've missed you its been forever" your back hit your bed as you got comfortable.
You talked for a hour or two catching up.
"Im sorry we can't be together as much anymore" his voice was soft a deep raspy took over near the end of the sentence.
Shaking your head you scoffed "no no...its uh...its fine"
He knew better though.
"Its not i miss you. And I cant wait until i'm done filming so we can hangout again. You know dumb movies junk food and staying uo late" he smiles to himself
"Yeah no I cant wait either. I really cant" whispering the last part you wished he was there.
"Get some rest okay?" He rubbed his face before checking the time. "Oh and check the playlist"
Smiling to yourself you whispered goodnifht before hanging up.
Checking the Playlist you shared you say he updated it putting soft indie song. You didnt want to think too much into it but the lyrics felt like they had deeper meaning.
As time went on the space between you two grew. He kept getting jobs and slowly the messages stopped.
You were so proud to see him grow. Seeing the fandom that was being created.
But every so often you knew he still cared when in a interview he mentioned a memory of you together or he did your secert hand sign.
Even if you were miles apart he carried you everywhere.
you should do a jack champion x reader headcanons, with a reader who’s just… like, a person. Goes to school, has a small group of friends, hangs out with their siblings and lives with their parents and all that. And Jack asks them out or they start talking through like insta or something? I think it would be so cute😭
To Love a Stranger
Jack Champion x Reader | m.list
Notes: First welcome back post! yippieee! I want to start off with a few one-shots or headcannons before I dive back into writing full stories. feedback is always appreciated. <3
did not proof read
just realized i posted this a day early oops.... anyway yippiieee
Last summer, as a joke, you started a spam meme account. Not thinking much of it, you posted every single day, and of course, over time, it grew an audience. Way more than you had thought.
As your account grew, the attention on your identity did as well, but you never wanted to share that type of information, so you ignored it.
Every now and then you would be on the account and see the reposts of your posts, some big influencers reposting them and celebrities.
The one that caught your eye, though, was Jack Champion. You noticed the likes every now and then but didn't panic too much.
Eventually, you looked in your messages and saw that he had requested a message.
Before you accept it, you sat there looking at it, processing that he had messaged you - well, the account - at least.
Over time, you both started to text each other. You didn't treat as if he were a celebrity, which he loved.
He would constantly send pictures of him on sets for different movies. He then helped you find memes to post, which made your heart swell.
your phone would be blowing up when you hung out with your friends sometimes, they would question you who it was, but you blamed it on the meme account- which wasn't a total lie.
you guys would play games sometime, some weekends you would play dead by daylight with mason as well. It was always so fun to hear the boys yell at each other.
"jack JACK!!!!!!!!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" mason would cry for Jack in a high pitch voice.
"I'm TRYINNNGG!!"
you would sit there laughing as they struggled to get away from the killer (it was you)
as time continued you and jack grew pretty close. you'd talk everyday if possible.
jack would ask more about you what you did during your daily life. it made you nervous for him to know the real you.
slowly you let him in and he got to know you. he knew your favorite movie snack, song.
some days even if both of you were tired he would push to text or stay on call longer. "come on. please just one more game?"
" i can't i have school tomorrow not to mention a test" you would always give excuses but you could never say no to him.
it was somthing that grew overtime. you were there for each other when others weren't
your friends picked up on your mood the difference in how you carried yourself. how you even seemed happier.
you couldn't tell them. how would you tell them you were talking to the jack champion.
it was obvious you both liked each other. but with his upbringing it was hard to be able to do anything together outside a phone.
so even if he lived his life in the light you cheered for him everyday.
with you normal life nothing felt better than knnowing at the end of the day you were able to talk to him about memes or play video games with him.
Thank you all for your feedback back on the poll a few weeks ago! Starting in February I will be post again! Yippieeee! I will be posting from here on out on the first and third friday of every month! Right now requested are CLOSED due to how many I have in my inbox and draft! I'm excited to be posting again but please bare with me as its been months since I've written so i'm very rusty :)
Heyyyy....errmmmm its been a minute.....like a LONG minute..... seeing as avatar came out my jack champion era is coming back. I have a lot of draft I completely forgot about. (I'm sorry to those who requested and I never got them) seeing as the fandom is still alive would you guys like some more fics? (Ny writing might be really REALLY bad 😪
Summary : checking in after the fight with the nazis.
Warning : mention of blood, slight spoilers, fluff. (N/n nick name)
Notes : I just finally watched freaky tales, and I think it's brought me out of my slump. also will be writing for lucid when i get time. and no did not proof read. sorry if this is bad. this is the first writing i've done in months. love youuuuu
The street was mixed with punks and nazis. It wasn't a pretty sight, but no one cared. As long as the punks won, they didn't care what they went through. Lucid had a missing tooth with a bruised cheekbone. You, on the other hand, your upper lip was cut, and your side was bruised from being kicked in.
You and Lucid sat in the bathroom, sore and moving slowly. "God never again," you breathed out as you held the cold peas to your side.
Lucid smiled with a slight grimace "yeah no kidding." he was standing in front of the mirror, checking out his missing tooth. You couldn't help but bite back a laugh but a groan slipped out instead. "You alright?" he looked down at you. Seeing you hunched over on the edge of the tub.
"Never better," you gave a half thumbs up, trying to hide the pain.
"Let me see," he grumbled, kneeling down and pulling the bag of peas off your side. "Yikes n/n"
You huffed "nah it's fine, just a good story, right?" You chuckled, which turned into a groan.
He laughed a bit with you and put the peas back on. "No laughing alright....you'll be bruised and sore, but it should be fine." he looked at you softly.
"Yeah? Well thanks doctor" Your lips twitched up slightly, which drew his attention to your lip.
His fingers tilted your chin up as he looked over your lip. "Let me clean that"
A small huffed came from your lips "I can do it" you ran reached for the rag in his hand but he moved out of reach.
"Nuh uh. You sit and hold the peas. That's all you'll be doing" he kneeled down in front of your holding your chin. "this might sting"
he dabbed the alcohol wipe on your upper lip making you slightly hiss. "ahh" you held still the best you could. your body wanted to lean away from him cleaning it, but his hold on your chin kept you there.
"least we can match somewhat in battle wounds" his voice was so soft and calming. opposite for how you both looked. a smile bloomed your your lips as he thre away the wipe.
"yeah? you wanna match with me?" your voice took more on a teasing tone which made him blush. it was always so easy to make him blush.
"whatever" his eyes where stuck on your lips for a few moments before going back up to your eyes. "i wouldn't mind matching" his shoulders shrugged slowly, his tone dropping more into a timid whisper.
"don't get all shy on me now" your hand softly hit his shoulder barley doing anything.
"what would you rather me do" his voice dropped to a low whisper. his hand resting just above your knee.
your eyes traveled down as a smile grew on your lips. unknowingly you were fighting that smile. "no way don't fight it. let me see you smile" his free hand reached under your jaw to hold your face.
you leaned into his hand "what's a girl got to do for you to finally make a move" he blushed deeply which your heart fluttered.
"yeah?" his finger rubbed your cheek
"yeah" you repeated.
he moved closer and took his time leaning in. his anxiety showing greatly. right when he was no more than an inch away he paused. "are you-"
"just kiss me idiot" you mumbled.
soft chuckles slipped from both of you as he closed the distance. both of you too nervous to move for a second finally pulled back to meet each other's lips again. like a puzzle piece it all clicked. your free hand holding the back of his neck pulling him in more. your lips moved perfectly with his, nothing was rushed just tender and soft. the pain from your cut causing you to groan a bit. his other hand moved from your knee to your non bad side.
breaking for a moment just air to kiss again. it grew more confident on both sides. the need from him became strong as he pushed his tongue at your lips. you smiled at that which made him pull away. "what" he asked nervous again.
"nothing, just been wishing you did that a lot sooner" you shrugged trying to seem casual but on the inside you were exploding.
"yeah? well me too" his thumb brushed your cheek again, leaning his head forward his forehead touched yours.
maybe that fight was all worth it, if it led to this.
I wish I could say I've been writing but I've had no motivation I wrote small things but hated them. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you ♡ I will write eventually but no promises I still have over 20 drafts and over 10 requests in my asks I swear I will get to them ♡
ghostface ethan with the “where do you think you’re going?” prompt pretty please <33
thank you <33
Sweet Dumb Thing
Ethan Landry x Reader |m.list
Summary: After taking the mask off and seeing your boyfriend and his family behind the killing, Ethan find a little too much joy in chasing you around the theater.
Warnings: Blood, gore?, cursing, character death....that's it?
Word count: 823
did not proof read.
I think writing angst might be my favorite thing. it all comes too easily to me.
(update: sorry i was moving into my new apartment...might post another in a bit <3)
The darkness seemed to follow you your whole life. Even after moving from Woodsboro that darkness followed you to New York. Standing in an old abandoned theater with Sam and Tara you three look in front of you as Baliey stood with Quinn and Ethan on his side. your cheeks soaked with tears as you saw the boy you love holding a knife, the ghostface mask in his hand and his body covered in the long robe.
Your head shook, this isn't real. "and my name isn't Ethan Landry isn't that right dad?" you looked at him as he had a dark smirk his brown eyes locked in on you.
"Dad?" Tara questioned she had tears in her eyes just like you as she looked at Quinn. They started to circle you three, Bailey went after Sam as she ran past the stage, Quinn ran after Tara as she made a run for the concession. Which left Ethan right in front of you.
Stumbling back you tripped on a wire falling back. "god you look so helpless, that makes this even more fun" he hovered over you as your back into the stage. Screamed and crashes echoed through building.
"What's wrong with you, this isn't right" your voice was shaky as you looked up at him. his curls sticking to his forehead some blood on his cheek as he spoke.
"See that's where you are wrong, this is good. This is the best thing I've ever done," he paused running the knife up your arm "next to sleeping with you, which was soo good" he let out a soft moan. "but killing you will feel better" his eyes were dark and hungry.
at your finger tips you felt a pipe and quickly grabbed it swinging it at his head. "fuck, you bitch" he stumbled back holding his head which gave you a chance to get up and run. you looked back quickly as you ran seeing him chasing you.
"get back here you bitch" he ran through the building holding the knife tightly with a different type of desire in his eyes. Finding some stairs you ran up them Ethan right on your tail.
"Where do you think you're going?" his voice hoarse and cold "I'm not even close to being done" he grabbed your ankle pulling you down the stairs making you hit your head. Screaming out you kicked at him making him tumble down. Grabbing your head you felt the warmth of blood on your temple and fingertips, the crimson color shining bright.
you looked down seeing him start to get up. In a panic you run up the stairs and he him running after you. a small room came up on your right so you ran in closing the door behind you. "oh honey where are you?" ethan's voice rang out. you could hear the anger in his voice. "don't think I'd let you slip out that easily" you heard him pulling old tarps down. your hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming.
he was getting close the heavy footprints sounding louder. "oh come on you aren't gonna run?" he stood in the center of the room. Old trash all around, you watched him from an old closet. he looked around a proud smirk of his face. "what don't want me anymore? thought you said you'd love me no matter what baby"
you tried to make a run for it but didn't get far. he saw you and grabbed your leg spinning you around your chest to chest with him looking up seeing the brown eyes you once loved filled with nothing but darkness. he smirked and leaned down to your ear, "come on I'll say it again but in a different way....let me hear you scream" he raised is arm that held the knife. You were thrashing in his other begging him not to and in the next second his arm came down a loud gasp and scream ripped from your throat.
All he could do was laugh and repeat his action once more "there it is baby" he twisted the knife and pulled up in your back making you almost faint. "Don't say I never gave you anything" he whispered in your ear.
he dropped you to the ground and smirked seeing you try to move away. his foot came up and pushed down on the side the wound was on. your scream echoed through the room. "don't get me wrong baby....i did love you...just not the reasons you think" he pressed harder and your mind started to spin.
Ethan heard his sister screaming for him. with one last look he wiped your blood off his blade and left you there in the empty room. your mind fuzzy and slowly going black. the last thing you saw was the broken ceiling of the theater and the last twisted thought you had was you still loved Ethan.
could you possibly do something where jack and actress!reader are both in scream 6 and they’re like really close or in a relationship and she steals one of his hoodies or shirts and he notices while hanging out on sept or in his trailer or something? (prompt being “is that my shirt?”)
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Behind the Scenes
Jack Champion x femReader! | m.list
Summary: the on screen relationship started to form off-screen. You and Jack aren't against it.
Warning: just fluff
Word count: 509
Did not proofread.
Ahhh, hi love! I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting this ♡
Edit: first small post <3
There was about a week left to film Scream Six. Over the last few months, you have grown so close with the cast, both you, Jack and Devyn were welcomed with open arms. There was always something fun happening on set with everyone.
And with the last few days of your shoot, you decided to hang out longer on set even if you were done. At some point you and Jack became inseparable. always being at each other's sides having inside jokes. everyone saw the feelings you two had for each other and so did you, but both of you wanted to wait until filming and the press tour were done before going any further.
you were waiting for him in his trailer while he finished shooting his last scene. mindlessly scrolling through your phone you looked up seeing the door open. he came in with his blue shirt with fake blood on the front when he saw you he had this big smile. "oh there you are i was looking for you" he came in and closed the door behind him.
"been here the whole time" you sat up a little bit so he could sit next to you. he had a tired expression "long shoot?" you asked turning to him you rested on the back of the couch holding your head up.
he took the spot next to you closing his eyes for a moment and nodded. you kept quiet knowing he needed the silence. he eventually turned his head to you with a small smile on his lips. "what?" your voice was in a low whisper.
he lets his eyes linger on your face taking in all your little details. his eyes drifted taking in the familiar color jacket. he lifted his head and looked at the jacket closer then looked back at you.
you had a small smile on your face the corners of your lips tugged up as you looked at him. he reached out grabbing the material. then looked back at you. "is- is that mine?" he asked with a softness and with a chuckle following it.
you looked down and smiles "i got cold" you didn't answer his question so he looked at you reached up to lift your chin up.
"did you take my jacket?" he asked his voice soft but also raspy from being tired.
you nodded "i was cold and it was just here on the couch" a big smile took over his face as he thought about how cute you were. his hand brushing your jawline so softly.
"you know i like you wearing it" he said softly. your cheeks filled with a heat as you blushed.
your heart beating fast at this little moment. his chest also pounding from his heart rate. "keep wearing it" he let go of your chin and let his hand rest back into his lap.
you guys stayed in his trailer for another hour just talking and sharing soft little touches. the desire for the press tour and filming wanting to be over faster.
I'm so sorrryyy loves i lost my login and just found it....boy oh boy do i have things to write i've seen all the new requests and will get to them but first the older ones!
Hey loves, I just wanted to say sorry for not posting in a while. Mentally drained, and this last term of school is getting to me. Hopefully, I'll post here soon, not fully sure yet.
500 celebration! Since I missed the 400 celebration, I wanted to try something different. I'm currently starting my last term in my first year of college. As of right now, I still have a lot of requests to write from the 300 celebration and requests in general. Requests are also open. They still have the same rules! Found [here]
Request Layout
Name of the song. The plot you want with the song. And if you want it with Jack or Ethan!
Very simple, you can also throw some extra things in there if you want. If you want smut I will write it.
This has been on my mind for so long. Shoutout to the people who gave me some ideas 🙌 sorry for being short. I couldn't think of any [plus it's late and I haven't posted anything in a few days]
Mentions of NSFW | m.list
Ethan found an interest in boxing the year before he met you. He didn't mention that much, but when you came over to his dorm, you found his gloves and became obsessed.
He always has bruises on his knuckles.
Sometimes, if he's having a rough day and you haven't heard from him, usually due to arguments with his dad, you'll always find him at the rink.
The first time you visited him, he was fighting with another boxer. You sat at a bench watching him. Seeing him move so quickly was so mesmerizing.
On days he loses his matches, he will come back to his or your apartment so frustrated. You would help him out by making him feel good, but it was never enough.
He would then just become a different person and take his frustration out on you, but still be very sweet about it. "Fuck, baby making me feel so good. Taking me so well, look at you. You like it when I'm this, don't you?"
Everynow and then his walls would slowly have new posters to hide the fact that he punched some holes in them.
When you hang out, he will do his workout sometimes, and afterward, his hair will be sticking to his forehead. He'd be out of breath and sweaty. You never mind that look on him, though.
Once he's done with his workout, he would stand in front of the mirror and flex. Then, he would run to you and flex so you could touch his muscles. He always gets excited when he sees improvement.
"Do you feel that?"
"I do! Wow, look at you!"
One day, he forgot his water bottle at your apartment, so he asked you to bring it by. He was already in the rink, all sweaty and punching at his opponent. After his match, when he saw you, his face would light up.
"There you are, baby," he would then kiss you very passionately, not caring if the other saw.
Sometimes, when you're making food, he will just stand there and fake punch at you, and sometimes he really will punch you but not forceful. It would be the lightest tap ever.
You would ask about boxing all the time, which led him to show you some moves. He couldn't help himself in the end, but seeing you all serious and doing something he loves just turned him on.
After tournaments, you would wait for him to take a shower. The others would be gone by now, so you waited in the lobby. But you noticed a text from him asking you to come to the locker rooms.
He would then convince you to have a quicky. "That's it baby, fuck you feel so good"
Sometimes, when he's bored, he will sit there and just punch at your legs. Not hard or anything, just tap them mainly and make sound affects. "Psh boom pow bam psh"
On bad days, you would have to patch him up. His dad would get into his head, which made him doubt himself in boxing. "I know your dad says shit all the time, and he's wrong every single time. Do what you love! Don't listen to him, even if that means cutting him out of your life. If boxing makes you happy, do it!"
You would have so many first aid kit supplies, mainly for his knuckles, because he would split them so often.
Manz treats you so well!!
He will spoil the shit out of you! When winning matches, he always wins some cash, and more than half always goes to you!
He has this routine before a match, and if he doesn't kiss you, he believes he doesn't have good luck.
If he hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while and his hair was grown out, he'll let you braid his hair before he went to the gym.
“Is that my shirt” prompt with Ethan??? It can be where the group meets up but reader wears Ethan’s shirt instead of her own.
Mixed Items
Ethan Landry x fem reader | m.list
Word count: 790
Did not proofread
Writing fluff for Ethan is my favorite thing ♡
The group was meeting up for lunch since they couldn't do movie night this weekend. It was a small Cafe near the college so it wasn't that much of a walk, but class was running later than expected due to a movie. So you were the last to show up.
You had texted Mindy saying you'll be there in twenty minutes. You wanted to change before showing up, rushing to your apartment. You threw your purse on the couch and ran to your room.
Look through your laundry. You found a black shirt. Without double-checking it, you flipped. Throwing it on your bed, you then found some pants, taking your sweater off you threw on the black shirt and slipped the pants on. Making your way back into the living room, you grabbed your boots and your jacket.
Within ten minutes, you were in and out, now making your way to the cafe. As you were making your way to the cafe, you looked down, realizing what shirt you were wearing. It was a slasher movie from the 80s. Memories came flooding your head when you realized this wasn't your shirt. It was Ethan's.
You and Ethan have secretly been seeing each other for a while. At first, it started as friends with benefits, but then it led to more. Both of you agreed to keep it a secret for a little longer only because you liked having the relationship to yourselves.
As you were a few feet away from the cafe, you planned to not make a big deal about it. Maybe the others wouldn't notice. Entering in, you paused for a moment to find the group, Chad noticed you first. Calling out your name and waving you over.
Of course, there was only one seat open which was next to Ethan, so you swiftly sat down as the other continued their conversation. Anika was the first to greet you, Tara, Chad, and Ethan all arguing over some movie they watched the other day while Mindy sat evil eyeing them.
"How was class?" Anika's voice was soft and low compared to the others. She rested her upped body on the table as she played with her straw.
"It was good we just watched a flim on how to flim and took notes for what not to do when filming." While you were talking to Anika, Mindy's attention went to your shirt. She noticed it when you started to take your jacket off.
"Y/n is that your shirt?" Your eyes met hers, your face warmed up as everyone's attention was brought onto you.
"Oh, uhm." As you stuttered on your words, Chad spoke up.
"Ethan, don't you have one like that?"
Ethan's face was getting red as he then looked between everyone.
"Is that my shirt?" He thought back to when he was over a few days ago, things were getting heating, and he remembers throwing his shirt across your room. His eyes went wide for a moment as the dots started to connect.
"Holy shit that is your shirt!" Tara slapped Chad's shoulder as they all started to realize what's been going on.
"Okay, yes, it is his shirt!" You laughed lightly as you confessed.
"See I fucking knew it! My twenty bucks, please. " Mindy slammed her hand down on the table as her other one was shoved into her brother's face.
"I'm sorry, what?" Ethan's voice broke the silence first as Chad reached into his pocket.
"Let's see about three months ago. I had a feeling something was going on with you two. Chad here denied it because he said you would be coming to him telling him all about it. " You turned to Ethan glaring at him, which only cause him to put his hands up as he was innocent.
"We then just made a bet on if you were seeing each other and wanted to see how long it would be a "secret"" Mindy took the twenty buck from Chad and shoved it in her pocket.
"So all of you knew?" Your body hunched at the defeat of hiding it.
"Oh honey, we knew," Anika padded your shoulder to comfort you.
"Well, so much for that." Ethan looked over at you, laughing, but part of him was relieved for it to be out. He could finally touch you without worrying about the others seeing.
His hand went from his lap, and onto yours, his callous hand wrapped themselves around your thigh.
Your hand dropping down on his, lightly squeezing his. "So when did it happen? How did it happen?" Anika and Tara spoke at the same time with different questions.
"Yeah, come on, spill it!" Chad smacked Ethan's arm as the boy smiled.
