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A Bullet to the ♥ Pt 2

A bullet to the heart Part two ♥ 

Ethan Landry X Reader !!!Spoilers if you haven't watched Scream VI!!! W/C - 1.5 K Summary - The one where the flashbacks are getting so servere you think your seeing Ethan in mirrors. Warnings - Blood and gore, drugs

use, vivid dreaming, angst for daysss, man in the mirror type of shit, first person, mentions of sex,, swearing, character touching herself, first person POV, a tiny bit of fluff

some characters from other shows fed into this, Jeremaih is from T.S.I.T.P! Part uno right here

MINORS DNI !!!

It's been two months, two months since I shot him, right in the chest. Two months since I shot him to death, he could've lived, I could've ran up to him and made him stop, but I didn't, I shot him, right in the fucking chest, the chest that I've buried my head up against, a chest that I've kissed, a chest that I've cried on.

It was all my fault too! I'm at fault! I would rather it had been me, but here's the thing, I know that if I hadn't shot him, Kirby would've. I'm so at fault for all of this shit, the tears, the blood, the cutting. It was a bullet right too the heart, it affected me so much, I've barely even left the house in these two months. 

I can't deal with this pain anymore, I mean, as much as He would want me too, I just can't. I've tried to go to therapy, but what would I say? 'Oh, I shot my boyfriend while he was in a Ghost face mask, trying to kill my best friends.'

The guilt has been consuming, waking up with a nightmare every night for the past two months. There usually the same. I'm in the wired warehouse with Ethan in my arms, screaming out his name and not in the way I did before I knew his last name wasn't even Landry.

I'm surprised I even made it out of there alive, I just wished he went out of there with me. I loved him, well, in-love with what he meant for me to see. The way he would play with my panties in the middle of class, the way he would grab my hair and kiss my neck. 

He would always cradle my cheek, he was very clingy. He was always holding my hand or touching some part of my body in some way. He was a lost puppy when he wasn't around me. Mindy found us a tiny bit gross. 

I go into my bathroom and strip the clothes of my body. I turn the tap on and put myself under the water. I run shampoo through my hair and this voice rings in my ear. "Forgetting about me already?" The voice sounds a lot like… "Ethan? How the hell can I hear you?" I mutter, I out conditioner in my hand and rub it through my hair.  "Remember when we fucked the time before I died and you were screaming out my name?" He asks and I shake my head. "Come on, you were so horny and you rode me so fast."

"I don-""Come on, lower that hand down there, I would be sad if you didnt." He whispers.  I trail my hand between my legs and put pressure on my clit. "Good girl."  I moan out as I rub my clit in circular movements.  "Ethan." I moan out lightly.

"Just remember that I love you." He says. I rub it faster and I realize that my own fingers won't be enough for me to ride my high. Then the thought comes in that I'm insane for thinking that he's talking to me. I turn off the tap and I wrap a towel around my body.  "Your not real, your not alive." I mutter to myself. I look into the mirror and see him standing behind me. I turnaround and see that no ones behind me. 

"I'm more real then what's his name?" He mutters. I shake my head. That was one of the one times that I left the house. Tara set me up with Jeremiah, a golden retriever type boy with blonde curly hair. I kissed him and he kissed me back and I moaned his name, not Jeremiahs, Ethans. "Jeremiah, that's right?"

"Go away." I mutter. I sigh loudly. "Don't lie, you loved thinking that it was me. Kissing him, grabbing his curly, blonde hair, but imagining they were mine. Imagine if he put his dick in? What if-""Shut up!!" I yell. I punch the mirror and it shatters. I scream, pull my hair and cry lightly.

I didn't need to see him in crazy dreams or if I'm going crazy, I still miss him every second of everyday. I get dressed and ready and call Sam

"Hey." "Hi." "How are you going at the moment?" "Uh, fine. Why are you calling me?" "Can I come over? I get you guys are going through stuff, but this is very important." I mutter and I hear her nodding. "Yeah….yeah, sure?" She sounds confused.  "Great! I'll be there in a bit." I say and I hang up.

 I get into my car and look in my side mirror. "Hey, Y/n, You can't get rid of me that easily." He smirks. His face was covered in blood this time and his chest had a bullet hole. I press harder on the gas and push the thought of him back in my mind. 

I arrive at Sam's apartment and knock at the door. Chad opens it and I raise my eyebrows.  "Hooking up with Tara?" I smirk. "No, Sam's in her room." Chad mutters. I pushed past him and walked into Sam's room.

"What's so important that you needed to see me?" She asks, I shake my head. "I'm seeing him." I say, closing the door and looking at my feet. "Who? Who are you dating? Look, I don't think this is that im-" "I'm seeing Ethan, not like in dating, I'm seeing him in mirrors and stuff." I interrupt her.

"That's been what has been happening to me…" She trails off and I sigh.  "I know, can you just give me some Meds, please." I plead. I look at her and she stands up, pulls open her drawers and get a prescription bottle. "Here you go, don't take more then five at a time." She says as she hands me the bottle. I take it off her and smile at her and leave. I take two and take a drink from my drink bottle.  "Two isn't enough to get rid of me, Y/n." Ethan smirks in my rear view mirror. I take two more and flush it down with another drink. 

I drive back to my own apartment and shake my head. I feel tried when I arrive and drag myself into the kitchen, I forget how many I've taken beforehand and take four, no more than five, and I've only taken one or two so that's just six. I take it down and grab some vodka and down it with that. I put the bottle away and drag myself into bed. I cover myself with the blankets and fall asleep. 

I wake up in a bed with the walls covered in blood and some of the blood was written into words that spelt out. 'Ethan's death was your fault.'. Ethan walks into the room and sits down on the bed.  "Hey." He smiles, he touches my cheek and I swear for a second, that it felt real and it was really happening. 

"Uh hey." I managed to get out. He caresses my cheek and places a kiss against my lips. I've forgotten what his lips taste like.  "How was your sleep, have you dreamt about me, bleeding out and how it was your fault." He asks. I gasp as blood crawls out of his mouth and eyes. 

I half scream and it comes out breathless and dry. I rush out of bed and but my back against the wall. I can't, what is going to happen out of this? I need to breathe. He follows after me and I try to scream as he gets closer. He keeps muttering the same words. "It will always be your fault."

I try to pull the door open and realized that there was blood covering them. I bang at the door and it doesn't make any noise, instead it shatters and I fall into the empty void of nothing.

I wake up in a hospital bed, my body stiff. I look around and Tara, Mindy and Chad are sitting down. "What's happening?"  I mutter out, looking at them. They all get up and look down at me. "You had an overdose. Sam only said for you to take only five." Tara shakes her head.  "You blacked out, Y/n. You were muttering things in your sleep." Mindy replies. 

"But I swear it was real." I mutter.  "What?" Chad asks. "The dream, Ethan, he was there! He kissed me!" I admit.

A/N - Even though no one asked for this, here it is!

[unhinged-jaw]

One of my favorite sort of "gross" TSS hcs is that the sides r just sort of bloody meat bags. CThomas doesnt know enough about the human anatomy so they just don't have bones. Or if they do they are in Spots They Shouldn't Be. This also applies to organs. Sometimes organs are there sometimes they aren't, sometimes they are where they should be and sometimes they are elsewhere. Sort of Schrödinger's Human Body. You cut one of them open and its all just meat and blood. Maybe a bone.

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Ohh that's cool

[till-the-sunshine-fades]

the treatment of some fic authors in this fandom is frankly so fucking upsetting. y’all preach about “these are REAL people” but don’t think about how those real people would feel if they saw how fucking nasty to other fans y’all are. i’m not gonna trauma dump bc nobody has a right to that information but me BUT

y’all don’t actually care about the people you’re claiming to want to protect. as one of them, that’s perfectly clear.

people develop trauma kinks and you all need to fucking get over yourselves and this “holier than thou” attitude that’s going on in here. sending anon hate looks fucking stupid on you and blatantly shit talking and bullying people on the internet is so fucking embarrassing. not to mention this is only half about that and half a personal vendetta because only one person is getting the anons.

you wanna be adults? shut up and move on. leave people the fuck alone. we’re all just here for the guys and y’all are making it insufferable. chill the fuck out.

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idk why allistics think its "romantic" to "stare lovingly into ppls eyes" ? like staring into anyones eyes is so painful how is tht romantic???

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hello! we are pocket voids a subsystem of 4(+ our host but he won’t use this blog lol), a part of a system called the serif skeleton. our main blog is @tmgstudios

the blog runners are:

rhythm/joey - any pronouns - introject (multisource) interests include: music, mostly punk, rap, hip-hop, and rock(favorites include joey valance & brae, the beastie boys, and tyler, the creator), legends of zelda, and fashion  signoff is rhythm.txt

scarf - she/he - original interests include: pokemon, animals, autumn, flight rising, overwatch, and various book series like how to train your dragon, rangers apprentice, wings of fire, and guardians of gahoole (sorry i like a lot of things fjsgjdhdj) signoff is scarf.txt

ethan - he/him - original interests include: tiny meat gang, fortnite(+other various video games like cod and eldin ring), and cars signoff is ethan.txt

tideblade - he/him - original interests include: indie pop/rock, ludwig, the yard podcast. probably wont post often since hes still pretty new and finding his footing, but still wanted to be included signoff is tideblade.txt

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