#scream iv

[rogers-carter]

SCREAM IV 2011 | dir. Wes Craven

[auras-moonstone]

Hii can you write something along the lyrics “he was my best friend and that was the worst part” from the demo version with gf!ethan landy

sooo it's been 5 months... but i'm back! just for you to get an idea of how fried my brain is... it took literally 4 months to write this. i'll try to be more active, i promise. also... been re-reading the harry potter series and i was wondering if you'd be interesting in reading fics about the marauders era (including barty, evan and regulus, i'm literally obsessed). anyways, let me know. i've been also thinking i can write for ethan being in the marauders era and mix both worlds!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ he was my best friend — ethan landry

ᢉ𐭩 word counter: 2.6k

ᢉ𐭩 pairing(s): gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

ᢉ𐭩 contents: blood. violence. betrayal. emotional heartbreak. mentions of death. trauma. guilt. redemption arc. trial scenes. second chance.

ᢉ𐭩 in which ethan chooses love over blood and gets a second chance

Some truths are so unexpected and painful that it takes time to make sense of them. Y/n wondered if she was ever going to be able to process this revelation. For the past weeks, she had been hit, stabbed and broken some bones, but none of that had wounded her as much as Ethan’s betrayal. The brown-eyed boy she had met a year ago, that had earned a spot on her heart, that had a smile that lit up her most stressful days, and that up until now she had trusted with her soul, was standing right in front of her, dressed in black robes and holding the terrorising white mask on his hand. 

“Don’t feel bad, honey. There’s nothing against you, you’re collateral damage.” Wayne said to her. “You weren’t supposed to be here. Ethan asked for you to be left unharmed, and we agreed because you had nothing to do with my son’s death. But you just had to be heroic, hadn’t you? And now you have to die with them.”

“If you promise not to say anything—“ Ethan started

“No. We can’t trust her not to say anything. She dies.” His father cut him off. Ethan was too scared to contradict him.

Y/n couldn’t meet his eyes, even thought she noticed him trying to get her attention. Her heart was damaged enough, and looking into his soft eyes would only make her fall apart. She was above showing them how deeply they had destroyed her. It was when Quinn launched herself at Sam that Ethan took the opportunity to get close to Y/N.

“I’m sorry Y/N/N.” Ethan whispered. The nickname made her stomach turn, despite it all, she loved her name on his lips. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“Stay the fuck away from her.” Sam attacked him, stabbing him two times before Y/N pulled her off Ethan’s wounded frame.

“Let’s go, Sam.” She dragged her towards the stairs. They climbed up a balcony, but they had to slither across a railing to get to the emergency door. Sam managed to do it quickly, but Y/n was shaking so badly that she slipped. 

“Shit.” Sam tried to help her, but Quinn found her. “Tara, can you reach her?”

“She’s too far away” she cried

“It’s okay, Sam. Let me go.” Sam lent her a knife before letting go. 

Y/n fell on top of Ethan, who had been waiting below. “It’s okay, I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

The girl didn’t know what to do. The knife was on her hand, she could reach and stab him before he could see it coming. Better safe than sorry, they say. But she couldn’t, didn’t matter how many times the sane part of her screamed do it, she couldn’t. She loved him too much. “I hate you.” She cried.

“You don’t, you love me as much as I love you. And I’m so fucking sorry. I’m going to get you out of here. I promise, Y/N/N.” His voice was so soft and sincere, it made her ache even more.

“Son, we had a deal” Wayne’s voice broke their little moment. “She was off the list if she didn’t find out.”

“I won’t do it.” He shook his head. 

“I’ll do it for you, then.” He took one step closer to Y/N, but Ethan got in his way. “You fool. You’d rather defend some girl than your own family?”

“She’s not some girl. She’s shown me more love in these past months than you in my whole fucking life. I don’t want to be your puppet anymore. I choose her.”

“Then you die with her.” And then, before Ethan could react, he stabbed his own son. Y/N’s scream resonated through the whole shrine. But she got into action fast, and slit Wayne’s throat. Just for precaution, she stabbed him on the chest multiple times. 

“Fuck” she collapsed to the ground. She stared at the lifeless body in shock. Her body had moved on its own completely, giving her brain no chance to act rational. A whimper caught her attention, and she used the little strength she had left to crawl to Ethan’s injured body. “Please hold on, Eth.” She begged as she called the ambulance.

“I can’t. It hurts.” He croaked. 

“Yes, you can. Please, for me.” She put pressure on his wounds while she talked on the phone. “They’ll be here soon. Meanwhile you’re going to listen to me, okay? You disappointed me.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, tears falling down his bloody cheeks. 

“And if you’re really sorry, then you are going to hold the fuck on so you can make it up to me, okay? You’re going to the hospital, get better and then you’re going to pay whatever time they give you. I promise you I’ll be there through all of it. Because I believe that you’re good, and that you really regret what you did.” 

“I’m tired, Y/N/N” his eyes clouded with tears. 

Y/n shook her head. Her throat felt like it was being squeezed. “No, no. Just a little bit longer.” She whispered desperately. His eyes fell shut. “No. Eth!”

“Y/N/N… he’s gone.” Tara’s voice said behind her. 

“No, no. He’s just passed out.” She denied. The sound of sirens getting close made her stand up. She ran to the entrance and started screaming at them to hurry up. 

“We’ve got no pulse.” One of them said, and Y/N’s world crumbled down. Her legs gave up, and Tara and Sam dragged her outside. 

“No… he can’t have…” she hugged Sam’s legs like a little kid. Her eyes then caught sight of her crimson covered hands and instantly step aside to throw up. She frantically tried to erase his blood from her hands, not caring about the way she was damaging her skin.

“Stop, Y/n. You’re hurting yourself.” Sam said, grabbing her wrists.

Y/n just let out a painful sob “He was my best friend. He saved me. He told me he loved me, and now I don’t have him anymore.”

Sam felt conflicted, feeling bad for her friend, but at the same time she couldn’t forget that Ethan was part of all the torture. But before she could come up with something to say, the doors opened.

Y/N expected to see Ethan’s body being carried inside a black bag. But no, he was being pushed on a stroller to the back of an ambulance. “What’s going on?” Sam asked for her. 

“We did CPR, his pulse is very weak. But it’s there.” One medic quickly answered. 

“I’m going with him.” Y/n said instantly. He sat next to him and grabbed his. “You’re so strong, Eth. I’m going to need you to hold on for a little bit. Don’t give me hope for nothing, okay?”

“Girlfriend?” One of the medics asked with a pitiful smile.

She blushed. “Best friend... is he going to be okay?” The fear in her voice broke every heart on that ambulance.

“I can’t assure you, honey. He’s in critical condition, and he needs to be checked in the hospital before I can give you a definite answer.”

Y/N’s shoulders sank and her grip tightened. He had to get better, there were so many things left to talk. He had so much life ahead of him. She didn’t know what was going to happen if he did recover. What she did know was that whatever the future had in store for him, she would be right there next to him. 

After agonizing hours of waiting, Ethan got out of the surgery room. Everything was successful, and he was expected to do a full recovery. Ethan, however, thought the worst was yet to come. He had to face the consequences of his actions. How was he going to be able to look Y/N in the eyes after everything he had done? 

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. After all, why would she go visit him to the hosp—“Mr. Landry, you have a visitor.” The nurse stepped aside, and Y/N walked into the room. Her eyes were swollen, red spots on her face and he could see dry tears on her cheeks. “Ten minutes max. He needs to rest.”

“Thank you very much.” She smiled politely. When she turned her head towards Ethan, her eyes filled with tears. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N.” His voice broke. “And thank you, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“You died… you- it felt like decades” She sobbed, and couldn’t help walking to him and burying her head on his chest. “I lost you for minutes. I really thought I’d lost you, and I didn’t get to tell you I love you.” He tried to move his arm to reach her, but every move hurt. “Shit. Sorry, I’m crushing you and you just got out of surgery. You were stabbed, multiple times. Are you tired? I can come back later. You must need to re-“

“I love you, too.” He interrupted her adorable mumbling. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. And I’m so sorry for everything. I know words aren’t enough to mend the way I betrayed your trust, and I promise I’m going to take this second chance to show you I truly regret it. I’m probably  going to prison, I don’t know for how long… but if you wait for me… although I guess that’s not fair to ask.”

“Ethan, I would wait forever.” She cupped his face softly. “And you’ve already shown me, the moment you stepped to take those stabs for me. I believe you, Eth.”

He tried to shake his tears, not used to showing vulnerability, but it was impossible. He had hurt her, betrayed her and scared her, and yet there she was, swearing she would stay by his side no matter what his actions would lead his life to. 

But life somehow granted him with a second chance, and he’d be fool not to take it. He was determined to redeem himself. 

Painful and exhausting were the months that lead to the trial. Ethan woke up everyday to plead his case, in full honesty. He had admitted to helping his father and sister to perpetuate the plan, and that he wanted to get out of it but was terrified of confronting his dad. He had talked to psychologists countless times, and went back to his house with bloodshot eyes and heart bruised. He couldn’t even find a bit of peace in his sleep, the nightmares tortured him the minute he’d close his eyes. He dreamt of his father making him torture Y/n until her eyes turned lifeless. He had to call her every time, to make sure she was okay.

The only positive aspects was that at least they gave him the option to stay home during the trial. And Y/n helped him through it all. At the beginning, the court wasn’t sure if letting Ethan interact with a victim was a good idea, but seeing the deep relationship Y/N and Ethan had, they finally gave them permission to see each other. They thought it was actually beneficial to Ethan’s mental health. And they were right, Ethan didn’t know if he could’ve survive the whole trial without Y/n’s comforting presence. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, Eth.” She said softly, running her fingers through his curly grown hair. 

Today was the final day. The judge was going to give the sentence and decide Ethan’s future. Y/N was fully positive everything’s going to turn out well, Ethan on the other hand was shaking with fear and dread. 

“I’m scared, Y/N/N.” He whispered. And his cracked voice made her heart ache. “No matter what happens, I want to thank you for everything. I don’t deserve your kindness, but I appreciate it more than anything else.”

“We’ve talked about this, and I’ll keep saying it—I’ve already forgiven you. You took a damn knife for me, and that I’ll never forget. I love you, so much. And I have a feeling that everything’s going to go well. And prepare yourself, because I’m taking you on a date after this, okay?”

“Okay” he smiled. He raised his head and placed a kiss on her jaw. “I love you.”

The door opened and the judge went in. Y/N grabbed Ethan’s hand under the table and held on tight, praying with all her strength.

“Please rise.” The authoritative voice sent shivers down both teenager’s bodies as they stood still. “This Court has carefully considered the evidence presented, the testimonies heard, and the submissions made by both the prosecution and the defense throughout this proceeding. It is the solemn duty of this Court to deliver justice not only in accordance with the law, but with fairness, proportionality, and humanity.

It has been established that the defendant played a role in the planning of a grave and violent crime — a murder orchestrated by his own father.” 

Ethan stared down at the floor, and Y/N, though she tried not to show it, felt scared for the first time in weeks. Maybe her gut feeling was wrong, maybe they were going to take Ethan away from her. He deserved a second chance, so she kept praying harder. 

“However,” the lovers looked up at her with hopeful eyes. “the evidence also clearly demonstrates that the defendant’s involvement was the result of intense psychological manipulation, coercion, and emotional abuse by a parent in a position of power and trust. More importantly, the defendant took steps to withdraw from the plan. He made the conscious decision to protect a potential victim — a person he cared for deeply —“ Ethan squeezed his girl’s hand. “and in doing so, placed himself in harm’s way. That act of courage, which resulted in the defendant suffering injury at the hands of his own father, is not only a testament to his remorse, but to his character and the weight of conscience he carried.

The law recognizes that punishment must reflect both accountability and the possibility of redemption. In this case, the Court finds that the defendant’s moral awakening, active effort to prevent further harm, and full cooperation with authorities warrant extraordinary consideration.

Therefore, having weighed all circumstances, including the psychological pressure under which the defendant acted, his repentance, the life he helped save, and his commitment to rehabilitation—“ Ethan and Y/N held their breaths 

“This Court hereby finds the defendant exempt from criminal penalty. No sentence of imprisonment or restriction shall be imposed. However, the Court strongly recommends that the defendant continue to receive psychological and emotional support, as deemed appropriate, to aid in his recovery and reintegration.

Let this ruling serve not only as a conclusion to these proceedings, but as a recognition that in moments of darkness, a person can still choose the light.

This Court is adjourned.”

Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around Ethan’s shaky body. “You’re free, Eth.” 

The boy couldn’t even hug back. He stood frozen, with a far away look. Was this really happening? Did they actually granted him freedom? 

“Hey… breathe. Look at me.” Y/n’s soothing voice brought him back to reality. She could see the big question dancing in his eyes. “Yes, you’re free. You can start again.” 

“Thank you…” his voice cracked. “Thank you. I can’t think of any more words, just thank you for being everything I need.”

“I need you, too. Always.”

For the first time in a while, Ethan was excited to find out what the future looks like for him. For them. Because even though he had no idea what to do now, he knew he wanted Y/n right next to him. And he was lucky enough that she wanted him just the same. 

[dumbslvtforethan]

heyyy idk if you still write and I know Halloween is over but maybe something where reader is wearing a bunny costume at a Halloween party she’s going to with Ethan (the bunny costume is something similar to Regina gorge) and she keeps teasing Ethan so he pulls her into the bathroom and it’s ends up in smut you can decide the rest???🤭🤭

۝ rosemary’s baby. ethan landry

warnings smut, use of “good girl” lmk if i missed any! 1,327 words

“BUT I WANTED TO BE KAREN!” you whined to Tara about your group Halloween costume, your Regina bodysuit gripping like a threat made of glitter.

you, tara and anika were going as the plastics for halloween. tara as karen, anika as gretchen and you as regina of course.

tara only rolled her eyes. “You’re Regina. Deal with it. You look iconic.”

Iconic.

You didn’t feel it not until the party lights washed over you like neon moonlight, not until the bass throbbed against your ribs, lights flickered like broken camera flashes. Music pulsed like a heartbeat gone wrong.

Everywhere around you: glitter, sweat, laughter, the hazy glow of October magic.

But you felt it before you saw him. A slow, crawling awareness across your spine, like a gloved finger tracing your skin.

Ethan.

Not cardigan Ethan. Not shy, “sorry-I-bumped-into-you” Ethan.

Tonight he came as something else. A black skull makeup, bone-white and grinning, a hooded costume clinging to his broad frame, a presence that cut through the crowd like a quiet, sharpened howl.

He didn’t look at you, he devoured you with his gaze, the hollow eyes of his mask fixed on you as if he’d been waiting for you to step into the light. Your Regina heels clicked across the floor, sharp and confident, but your pulse fluttered like a whisper caught on a blade.

Across the room, Ethan tilted his head.

Slow. Intentional. Predatory. his thoughts were far from gentle. he wanted to feel like when he was watching you he was trapping you instead. He stepped closer through the crowd, silent as the secrets he kept. His shoulders squared, his chest rising with a calmness that didn’t match the storm in his head.

Regina George…

Queen dressed in a bunny costume.

And she has no idea she’s about to meet something far more dangerous than any Burn Book.

You caught his stare, heat sparking down your spine. The costume may hide his body, but not the tension simmering beneath his skin, that dark, coiled dominance that made the room feel suddenly smaller, the air suddenly thinner.

You were supposed to feel powerful tonight.

But Ethan’s gaze stripped you of it in an instant, not cruelly, just inevitably, like gravity claiming a falling star. And you couldn’t help it.

You thought:

He’s not just looking at me. He’s dominating me.

and Ethan felt something inside him snap into place.

Mine.

The word wasn’t a thought, it was a pulse, a drumbeat, a violence wrapped in velvet. He leaned against the wall, skull makeup catching the strobe lights, making him look half-dead, half-divine. And he watched you.

Cute.

Stupidly cute.

She has no clue, does she?

No clue I’ve been thinking about her for weeks. No clue what I’d do if she ever looked at me the way she looks at her reflection.

But then she did. You did.

Your eyes met his across the room, and everything stopped.

The lights. The music. The people, even the halloween vibes he waits for every year. Nothing existed except the way your breath hitched.

And Ethan felt the beast inside him grin.

Good girl. Look at me.

He pushed off the wall, slow and deliberate, the skull makeup making his expression unreadable but the hunger behind his eyes was unmistakable. He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink.

He just moved toward you like he had every right. You swallowed. Your fingers twitched against your legs.

Perfect.

She’s going to run, he thought. Or she’s going to follow. Either way she’s already in my hands.

You turned away for a moment nervous? Flustered? But Ethan wasn’t worried. Predators don’t chase. They wait.

And he knew you’d look back again.

without using words he signaled you to the bathroom. this nerdy guy from your econ class was suddenly a force. you didn’t know how he was able to do that. it was like he had some kind of magic in the tip of his fingers forcing you to join him, forcing you two together.

"You know what I love about this costume?" Ethan murmured against your ear as you entered the dimly lit bathroom together, his voice low and dangerous. He locked the door behind you with a soft click that sounded like a trap snapping shut.

"It hides everything."

“what do you mean?”

he didn’t answer. it was almost like he was talking about himself.

His gloved hands suddenly gripped your waist possessively, pulling you flush against him. You could feel every inch of him the lean muscles of his chest pressed against yours, the firmness of his thighs aligning with yours. His face pressed dangerously close to your neck. His hot breath ghosted over your skin as he inhaled deeply, as if breathing you in. The silence grew heavy, thick with unspoken desires. Suddenly, he spun you around, pressing you against the cold marble countertop. His gloved fingers traced the outline of your costume, making you acutely aware of every hidden curve. You caught your reflection in the mirror, Regina George pressed against a faceless monster, his costume hiding everything except the clear hunger in his body language. His hands drifted lower, tracing the edge of your costume that rode up your thighs.

"You know what else I love?"

His voice dropped lower, almost whispering.

"How easy it would be to lift this costume up and bend you over this sink." His gloved hands slowly slid up your thighs, pushing your costume up with them.

"No one would hear you scream in this bathroom. No one would know I'm..." His gloved fingers dug into your hips possessively as he leaned in closer, his skull mask pressing against your cheek.

"Taking you like a dirty little secret.” His hands gripped you tighter.

You could feel his hard length pressing against your ass through his costume. It was thick and impressive, making your heart race with a mix of fear and excitement. His gloved fingers traced the outline of your pussy through your soaked panties.

"I've jerked off thinking about this exact scenario. You bent over this sink, your hands gripping the edge while I pound into you from behind. Your moans muffled against the mirror." His thumbs hooked into your panties, pulling them aside.

”So easy." He unbuckled his belt.

He quickly freed his thick cock from his costume, positioning it between your legs. Without warning, he thrust upwards, pushing inside you in one smooth motion. You gasped loudly against the mirror as he filled you completely no foreplay needed tonight.

"Fuck," He groaned, "So tight..."

He began to move, his hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you hard and fast. The bathroom filled with the sound of wet skin meeting skin, your moans echoing off the walls. His gloved hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust.

"Take it," He growled,

He reached around and pulled your hair back, forcing you to arch your back and push your ass out further. He used the new angle to his advantage, hitting deeper inside you. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. With a final, deep thrust, Ethan buried himself inside you as he came, his hot seed spilling into your unprotected womb. He held you in place, his thick knot pulsing as he emptied himself completely. Once he was done, he slowly pulled out, leaving you feeling strangely empty. He fixed his costume, then turned to leave without a word. As he reached the door, he paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Thanks for the Halloween treat, regina” he opened the door and disappeared into the crowded party, leaving you alone and confused in the bathroom.

only when you got home you realized what happened. “im not having rosemary’s fucking baby.” you sighed on your way to the pharmacy to buy plan b.

- @dumbslvtforethan on tumblr

a/n: i just had to add a rosemary’s baby reference cause i love that movie sm, also ive used up literally ALL ethan pics on pinterest so imma start using pictures that go with the vibes

[nom-nommmm1]

BEHIND THE NERD - ETHAN LANDRY

Masterlist + taglist !

Scrap from Halloween bc it felt like a crime to leave this in my drafts :(, first time using a laptop for tumblr and holy moly I loveee it! Also be on the lookout for arcane posts! Use my inbox if you have any ideas on what I should write for scream or arcane

Content Warining!!: slasher!ethan x fem!reader, reader and Ethan are already dating, stalking, obsession, kind of manipulative, hickeys, fingering, fem getting eaten out, making out

The sound of chatter rang outside of your window. Your eyes opened as you jolted up, looking out of the window to see your boyfriend Ethan with a smile on his face. What is he doing up? You shyly walked over to the window, embarrassed of him seeing you in your pajamas. “Ethan what are you doing here?” You asked concerned, but all Ethan does is laugh.

“Cmon baby let me innn, please?” He asks with a whine. You were slightly taken aback, Ethan had never been like this before but you let him in. “What’s wrong babe, you’re acting funny” you ask a little more worried this time as Ethan climbs into your room. “Nothing I just missed you” he says, his tall figure being illuminated by the moon, outlining each and every one of his muscles through his shirt.

Ethan makes his way over to you, holding your jaw in place as he kissed you roughly. You gasp, pushing him back a bit by his chest. “Seriously Ethan what’s up?” You ask more seriously this time, making him groan. “Nothing babe I just-“ he stops seeing you look down at his pants, a prominent bulge in them. You blush harshly, seeing Ethan now choking on his words.

“I- I uhm…missed you..” he mumbled, putting his hands in his pockets. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment before you lean in and kiss him again. Ethan’s slightly surprised but doesn’t waste any time, kissing as rough as he was before, putting his hands on your hips pulling you against him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling something cold on the sleeve of his shoulder. You pull away from the kiss opening your eyes to see blood on his shirt.

“Babe- what is-“ he cuts you off. “Don’t worry it’s not mine” he says before pulling you back in with more lust. He pushes you harder against him as he plops you both on the bed, placing you in his lap. You groan, feeling the tent harden in his pants. “Ugh look what you do to me” Ethan says in between kisses. Ethan pulls away to look at you.

“God you’re so perfect..” he says nervously before taking your shirt off. You’re a little surprised but not upset, you’d always wanted to see if Ethan would ever get dirty with you. Ethan groans as he slides your shirt fully off, throwing on the floor next to your bed. He then takes his shirt off before connecting your lips again. You groan as you feel him touch your bare stomach with his hands, caressing you gently.

Ethan huffs, moving his mouth down to your neck and chest, kissing and sucking wherever he could find. You moan, throwing your head back. He reacts to this by licking and long stripe from your chest to your jaw. He quickly unclasps your bra with a gasp, taking in the sight before purposefully bouncing you in his lap.

You moan, feeling his erection in his pants touch your clothed pussy. Your tits perfectly bouncing in Ethan’s face as he bounces you, making him groan. You were just too perfect to him. Ethan practically throws you down onto the bed, you let out a sound of surprise before Ethan gets off the bed, leaning on the edge as he lovingly, but tightly grabs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

You squirmed in impatience. Ethan moaned at this neediness you were showing. “The more you squirm the longer I make you wait” he said darkly. You whined but tried to stop yourself from moving. “Very good” he cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your stomach giving you chills. Ethan slowly reached out to you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts pulling them down.

He threw the shorts down, bending down as you were now just in your underwear. It is now eerily quiet as Ethan lowers his face to you, feeling his warm breath along your clothed pussy. You whimper excitedly, aching for him to do more.

Ethan smirks, slowly pulling down your underwear, groaning at the sight of you fully bare. “Holy shit…you really are perfect..” he says as he looks at you. Before he can give you time to react to his words he shoves a finger into you, making you almost scream. You look up at him desperately as he just stares, fascinated with you.

He quickly snaps back to reality, putting another finger in you before curling in and out of you. “How interesting..” he mumbles as he quickens his speed. You moan bucking your hips as he keeps speeding up mercilessly. Ethan huffs as he sees your hips go up in the air, loosing every bit of control he has.

His fingers continue to ram into you at an alarming speed. You see Ethan’s arms flexing from all of the force he is putting into you, sending an electric feeling throughout your entire body. Ethan looks at you lovingly as you dig your nails into his back, almost like he’s enjoying how you cope with him doing this to you. “God this is better than the millions of times I thought it was like” he says, leaning into you, his lips slightly ghosting over your ear.

You moan again, finding a release in his words. Ethan whimpers as he pulls his fingers out of you, covered in your juices. He looks down at his glistening fingers for a moment before sucking on them, making eye contact with you. You grunt, watching his tongue gliding over his fingers.

He then ducks down, placing his elbows on the edge of the bed, kissing the soft skin of your legs and upper thighs. You gasp at his kisses, your knuckles gripping at the bedsheets. Ethan smirks, his hands rubbing your legs as he looks up at you. “So beautiful…” he mumbles, taking in the way you look in this very moment.

He continues to stare for a little longer before placing his face right above your entrance. You moan, feeling his warm breath sweeping through your walls. He quickly latched his mouth to your entrance, his tongue slipping up your walls making your hips buck.

He hummed, his lips kissing your soft cunt. His kisses making you weak, desperately moaning as his mouth tastes you. His tongue dances around your bud, having no mercy as he sucks on the sensitive spot. You moan loudly, your senses overcome with pleasure as he continues to use his mouth against you, his hands caressing you ever now and again.

He chuckles, watching the affect his mouth has over you, quickening his speed. You gasp at the sudden change in speed, your hands moving to clutch his hair as you adjust to the more intense levels of pleasure he was bringing you. As he continues you can feel him groaning into you, the vibrations making your breath catch in your throat.

You grip his hair harder as he sucks and licks at your cunt, sending you over the edge once more, the second organism violently pulsing through your body, causing your legs to shake with pleasure. Ethan's face comes back up, covered in cum and other bodily juices, the sight of him making your heart quicken.

He licks his hands thoroughly, making sure to taste all of you before wiping his face as he leans down to kiss you tenderly. "you taste so sweet" he mumbles against your lips making you chuckle slightly. After a few minutes of kissing he climbs on top of you, laying his head on your shoulder as he pulls the covers over both of you, concealing your naked form from the cold.

He lays with you, closing his eyes. "Ethan?" you ask, staring at him. "hm?" he responds, his eyebrows lifting in concern, leaving his eyes closed as he listens to you. "What's up with the blood on you're shirt?" you ask, the question had been lingering in the back of your head since he sunk in.

Ethan groans, his brows furrowing as he speaks, still keeping his eyes closed as he pulls you a bit closer. "some guy at work got hurt, I helped him, he's fine end of story" you lean into him, not fully believing him but dropping the topic for now and falling asleep in your boyfriends arms, he'd never hurt anyone.

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making bestfriend!ethan cum in his pants <3

it’s a random monday night and ethan came over to yours, to do his homework. you distract him, of course, and he ends up on the floor on his knees, painting your toenails for you. you’re sat at the edge of the bed, and ethan nervously take your left foot in his hand, his soft caresses making your spine tingle.

he’s almost halfway done with your first foot, when you decide to lay flat on the bed. he looks up at you as you do so, your crop top rising slightly, and he’s able to just see the bottom of your breasts. his face flushes a deep red, and he quickly looks away in embarrassment, and returns to painting your toes. he knows you can’t see him, though, and takes quick glances back up to your breasts every now and then.

you try to get comfortable at the awkward angle, and shift your upper body slight, causing your right foot to accidentally graze over ethan’s crotch. this causes his breath to audibly hitch.

“sorry!” you say, thinking you just hit his leg with your foot.

he takes a second to get himself together, and finally responds. “it’s okay..” he says lowly. another second passes by, and he mutters a “i didn’t mind” under his breath.

this causes you to lift yourself up on your elbows. “huh? what did you say?” you ask, genuinely not able to hear what the boy just said.

“oh- uh- uh… nothing. it’s not important.” he says quickly, and you notice how red his face is. you question it, but decide not to say anything out loud this time. you plop back down on the bed, and ethan watches as your upper half bounces, which makes your boobs bounce as well.

“christ,” he curses under his breath. you sit up quickly, and catch ethan staring at your tits. he returns back to painting your toes, not realizing that you had just caught him. you notice there’s a growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, and you can’t help but smirk. you lay back down on the bed while ethan continues.

you pick up your right foot again, this time, placing it directly on ethan’s bulge. his mouth opens, but doesn’t say anything, afraid you’ll realize what your doing and stop.

after a bit, and he still doesn’t say anything, you begin moving your foot back and forth on his now fully hard dick.

ethan seems to forget how to think. he doesn’t move, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. the feeling of your foot is driving him wild from the bottom up, the feeling sending shudders down his spine. he doesn’t even bother trying to be subtle after a while. his face is flush and he’s starting to breathe heavily, trying in vain to think of the right words. his heart is pumping wildly in his chest, his body still going tingly and sending chills down his spine as little whines and moans come out of his mouth.

you lift your crop top up just a little, exposing your hard nipples to the cold air. this makes him fold even more. the poor boy is already so close, just the feeling of your foot and the sight of your bare chest is enough for him.

he feels paralyzed at this point, realizing he’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm. he begins to rock back and forth, in tandem with your foot. he can no longer hide his moans from you, starting to get loud, even though he’s so embarrassed.

“fuck, y/n… please…” he begs. you smirk, but don’t say anything, just adding more pressure with your foot.

“i’m.. im gonna… i’m gonna cum..” he says the last word harshly, still feeling so ashamed at the sinful act. “please.. i cant cum like this, y/n… please, baby..” the pet name makes your stomach drop, and arousal forms in your panties.

“it’s okay, e..” you sit up on your elbows. “i want you to cum in your pants, sweet boy… make a mess for mommy.”

he groans at that, and quickly reaches his high, rocking back and forth against your foot, his head shooting up to look at the ceiling, letting out soft “ah, ah, ahs” as he paints the inside of his boxers with thick cum. you instantly feel the wetness seep through, it showing up nicely on the gray he’s wearing. you smile sweetly at him.

once he returns back to earth, he looks back down at his pants, feeling so hot and humiliated, but he loved every second of it. he looks back up to your pretty face.

“t-thank you, mommy…”

[nastyaromatherapy]

ok but what about ethan landry stalking the reader as ghost face for a while and him finally sneaking in to her house one night cause he can’t hold back. y/n she knew that ghost face was stalking her and she also knew that it was ethan so she puts a pretty lacy nightgown on and waits for him. he finds out that she knows because when he walks into her room she gets up from her bed and he pins her to a wall and she says something like ‘i want you so bad ethan’ so he fucks her till she can’t think or speak.

(maybe some praises like good girl and pretty girl but you definitely don’t need to write those in if those aren’t your thing)

ALSO i just love your writing so much like omg i even read some of your other fanfics for different characters even though i don’t want them cause i just love the way you write 😭

Ghostface's Good Girl (18+)

Your stalker, Ethan, couldn't hold back one night and went inside your house to take what was his.

pairing - stalker!ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 3.0k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, dom ethan, creampie, praising, minor slapping and choking, finger sucking, BJ, slight corruption, teensy size kink, ghostface ethan, whore reader, name calling, orgasm control

Ethan Landry loved you. However, it was all parasocial. You barely knew him. The only thing you knew was that he was Chad's roommate. You saw him occasionally when you were over at Chad's place.

“Hey, y/n,” he would wave to you at a weak attempt at getting closer to you. It was awkward, especially since at the time, he didn't know you and Chad were fuck buddies. He had always liked you and thought you were really hot.

You on the other hand, had never even thought about it. He looked so innocent, so sweet, and Chad was like his older brother. It'd be weird to screw with your fuck buddy's younger brother.

For Ethan, hearing the two of you fuck at night was both a blessing and a curse. He reveled in hearing your moans and begs, biting his lip to keep quiet as he touched himself to your sounds. He hated how it was Chad fucking you, hated more how you were whoring around, knowing Chad wasn't the only guy you were messing with at the time.

He knew that if you were his, he'd put you in your place. You wouldn't be caught with other guys because he'd be the only guy you'd ever need. And once you and Chad broke things off, that's when he started to stalk you.

I mean, before then, he would keep some of your belongings you left at his place as keepsakes and souvenirs, but only now would he begin what he'd label as stalking.

He started visiting the coffee shop you worked at more, too afraid to order anything or say hi; he'd just sit in a corner on his phone, scrolling through your instagram. When your shift would finish, at seven pm, he'd rush over to your place, arriving way before you did.

Straight after work you'd get into the shower, which pissed him off. As sick as he was, he knew he couldn't enter your house. There were no windows in your shower, obviously, and you'd keep your curtains closed.

Oh, when you finished, though, he'd watch through your bedroom window in ghostface attire as you dried and lotioned your legs, so badly wanting to feel your soft skin against his.

Everything about you was so delicate. You were so softspoken, even your whines which he heard through thin walls were pretty and angelic. He needed to know how it'd feel to corrupt you, and keep you as his pretty doll.

And he'd do this for nights, the same routine. Every night he'd watch you get out of the shower and get ready for bed, and it took everything in him to not just break in and take what was his.

Ethan Landry's secret was no secret though, which you found adorable. Did he really think you wouldn't notice him sneaking looks at the cafe? Did he really think you wouldn't notice his car parked in a confused neighbors driveway, every night you came home? Both you and him expected you to be scared, concerned, and disturbed. But in reality, you loved the idea of Ethan obsessing over you, and following you around like a puppy. You found it cute how he couldn't muster up the courage to just talk to you, and ended up resorting to stalking.

You tried amping him up, often discarding worn panties in the bin at night. Was the shuffling and tipped over trash raccoons? No, it was Ethan. At first. you just found it cute, like when a little boy likes an older girl that's way out of his league. It was only after a month that you started to question what being with Ethan would actually entail.

Would he by kind, sweet, and gentle, massaging your feet? Or would he be jealous, and violent? The thoughts kept you up at night. Oh, and the day you almost “caught” him, and he dashed so quickly he left his dainty Nancy Loomis mask, you'd say you were in love too. Your stalker, Ethan Landry, was ghostface. That only made things more exciting.

Day after day, it got harder and harder for him to not just go inside. After time, you decided to leave your door unlocked. He noticed, and it confused him. You'd never changed your routine before. Then he started to ponder, did you know?

One night, you changed your routine drastically. You oiled your legs, discarding the lotion you used to use. You dressed into a lacy lingerie slip, unusual since you usually wore a victoria pajama set.

He was already growing hard in his pants, his mask concealing his needy eyes. He was desperate to feel you, and needed to take a step inside. The stairs creaked as he walked up them onto your porch, and he hesitated before laying a hand on your doorknob. He sharply inhaled before twisting it, making his way inside.

You noticed his steps on the ground, due to his huge boots, and waited anxiously for him to enter your room. He slowly scurried his way through your house, finally opening up the door to your room.

He entered with the iconic ghostface head tilt, and your breath hitched. You slowly stood up, trying to hold back your blush for the masked killer who stood inches higher above you. Like lightning he pinned you against your poster covered wall by your throat, his hand easily wrapping around it. You left your mouth agape and choked a little, staring deeply into the dark puddles where the mask covered his eyes.

He noticed how you easily and willingly complied and softened his grip, letting you quickly let out short breaths. “I know it's you, Ethan,” you whispered breathily, and his face contorted- although you couldn't see, into a writhe of concern. “I want you so bad,” you whined, and your hands made way to under his mask, lifting it up to expose his face, curls frizzy since the mask wasn't lined with satin.

He suspected you knew, but he never actually thought his suspicions would be correct. He digressed, however, and continued his concentrated activities. “And you can have me,” he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “But know that your compliance labels you as mine. Do I make myself clear?” You swallowed and nodded, leading him to lean into your ear, his steady breaths making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Do I make, myself clear?” He repeated through gritted teeth, squeezing your neck tighter as he spoke, before slowly diluting while awaiting a response. “Yes, sir,” you choked out almost inaudibly, but he caught it.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he got even closer and toyed with the straps of your dress. When he towered above you, your head was tilted upwards to meet his eyes; his lanky yet broad figure was just as frightening as alluring.

“You're usually so talkative in class,” he whispered cunningly, dragging his gloved finger along your jawline. “Why so silent now?” He asked, alluding to your sudden meek behavior.

You didn't answer, but when you saw him continue to stare like a deer in headlights, you whispered, “I just want to be good for you.” He clicked his tongue and journeyed his hand up, from your jaw to your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. With your mouth slightly agape, his thumb slowly shifted closer and closer to your lips, before finally making contact. You inhaled through your mouth slightly, mimicking a silent gasp.

His finger grazed your soft lips, lightly tapping it for you to open even wider, requesting entry. “Open,” he ordered when you didn't get the message. Once you furtherly gaped your mouth, he gave a nod of approval before sliding his thumb inside. Not needing to be told twice, you didn't hesitate to clamp around his finger, sucking it lightly.

“That's it,” he whispered as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. “Just like that.” You moaned slightly around his finger, leading him to groan in response. The interaction made you so desperate and painfully wet, and you squirmed uncomfortably, your thighs awkwardly trying to gain friction on their own.

He noticed this and smirked, finding it cute how impatient you were being. With his hand still on your cheek, he stroked it gently, the skin so silky and the peach fuzz so soft. He was about to ask a question, so he removed his thumb from your mouth since he expected an answer. “Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” He asked huskily, making sure you knew what you were getting yourself into, once more.

You nodded, which wasn't enough for Ethan, who wasn't reluctant to strike your cheek when you didn't answer, leaving a bright red mark. You cried in the form of a moan as his rough hand made contact with your dainty skin, finally realizing which Ethan you'd been fantasizing about you'd get tonight. A masked, violent, short-tempered killer. “Yes, sir,” you spoke.

He didn't feel you were ready for praise, yet, and he tossed you onto your bed, face forward. Your legs dangled off the edge, showcasing your tulle-trimmed socks. When you attempted to turn onto your back he laid his hand on it, keeping you in place. “Stay still,” he huffed, making you quickly do as told. He kneeled below your lowish platformed bed, flipping your dress up to expose you ass.

He leaned in, and you whined as you felt his hot breath against your almost exposed cunt. Your pretty white panties were still covering your pussy, although they were almost see through since they were so sopping. “God you're a slut, so fucking wet,” we muttered to himself as he hooked the gusset in his fingers, revealing your dripping sex.

He removed his gloves before sliding his fingers up and down your slippery folds, making you whine. “Ethan,” you whimpered, wretchedly grinding against his hand. He spit on your cunt, before licking a stripe down it, latching onto your clit. He groaned as he was living his dream of tasting you, hands spreading your cheeks apart for easier access.

“F-fuck,” you moaned as his tongue fucked your hole, kicking your legs a bit so you didn't get too overwhelmed. He chuckled when he noticed, making your lips flutter, slightly humiliated. Soft “ah's” left your lips, and they gradually grew louder and louder the closer you got.

You felt the warmth build up in your stomach as you grew more sensitive to each movement of his tongue as you neared the edge. “Ethan,” you sobbed. “’Gonna, cum,” you whimpered, and he responded by abruptly pulling away, edging you. You whined in disapproval at his absent tongue that was taken away without warning, wanting to cum so badly.

He laughed softly and stood, quick to pull you up with him by your hips. “I control when you cum,” he taught, making you nod before quickly remembering he disliked that. “Yes sir,” you whispered sweetly, your eyes large and doe. He smugly smirked at your response, “Good girl.” You loved the affection you seemed to gain from him.

“Now get on your knees,” he ordered as he removed his cloak, discarding it in a corner of your room. You kneeled below him, and he started to undo the buttons on his black slacks, pulling them down and kicking them off his ankles. He was left in his boxers, and your eyes couldn't pull away from his erection.

You started to venture your hands closer to his waistband, but for safe measure, you watched his eyes to see if he was okay with that. His eyes said nothing. That was extremely unhelpful. What you’d learned so far was that Ethan was often vague and not very talkative about what he wanted.

Noticing how he didn’t say anything and how he didn’t seem angry, you gripped his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles in a swift motion, revealing his erect cock. He gave a soft sigh as his dick was released and no longer confined.

He chuckled when he saw you contemplating whether or not to touch it, afraid of upsetting him. “This is the hardest you’ve ever gotten me,” he whispered perversely, smiling a little as he enjoyed this a lot. “Better than staring through windows, huh?” You asked, fighting your urge to just grab it and stroke him. He nodded and reached for his cock, stroking it gently.

“Open your mouth,” he spoke to you as he tapped the tip against your lips. You opened your mouth nice and wide to accommodate his girth, and he spoke words of approval, “That’s my pretty girl,” before sliding himself in.

Your mouth flooded with the smell and taste of him, making your eyes water a bit as it hit you so intensely. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed up and down the head, using your hand to stroke the base. He groaned, pushing into you a little further. “Fuckk.”

His curls covered his eyes as he looked down, watching you suck on his length, still wearing the cute nightie. When strands of hair covered your face, which made it harder for you to see him, you’d push them behind your ear, being loyal and giving your undivided attention to him. He loved when you moaned around his length, showing how much you enjoyed it.

Your mouth was warm and hot, and his cock relished in the higher temperatures that you engulfed him in. He threw his head back, absentmindedly thrusting forward ever so slightly, making you gag from time to time.

Your eyes were red as they burned with unshed tears, his scrotum feeling fuller and heavier the deeper in your mouth you took him. “God,” he moaned in a strained voice, feeling himself grow close. He didn’t want to cum yet, though, so he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin, feeling empty without his cock in your mouth. He smirked as he looked down at you and ordered, “Get on the bed.” You quickly hopped off your knees and crawled onto your mattress, and he was right behind you with a hand on your waist to help position you.

He clawed at your nightie before taking it off, pulling it up over your head. You were flipped onto your back, and he pulled your legs up so your feet were leveled with his shoulders. He pulled your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

“Please, Ethan,” you whined as he rubbed his cock up and down your wet slit, your cunt gaping, awaiting entry. He tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You swallowed and looked away, not answering him.

“Answer, bitch,” he fumed, placing his hand on your neck, squeezing your pipe ever so slightly. You lightly choked before attempting to speak, “P-please fuck me, Ethan.” He removed his hand from your neck and cockily smirked.

“Yeah? Does my slutty little princess need to be fucked by my cock?” He taunted, and you vigorously nodded in response.

Your breath hitched as he lined himself up with your entrance, and he threw his head back and inhaled before sliding in. “Fuck!” You yelped as he stretched you out so beautifully. Your legs trembled under him as he slowly started to thrust into you, his movements rhythmic.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip your soft hips. As he started to speed up, you couldn’t help but get louder. You turned your head around to try and hide your face, but he caught on.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice stern and demanding. You slowly turned your head back around, trying your best to suppress the faces he was fucking into you. He chuckled at the way your features contorted, especially when he went deeper.

Once he saw that your cunt was perfectly stretched around him, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to get a new angle. You were lifted off the mattress ever so slightly, as your leg didn’t reach that high naturally.

He started to fuck you roughly, his cock pistoning in and out of your starving cunt. “Ethan!” You screamed, which only made him needier. You could no longer suppress your moans now, as your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. His hands clawed into your hips painfully, but you could only focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Do I do it better than Chad? I don’t even know why you wasted time on his lame ass; he didn't deserve someone as gorgeous as you. My pretty girl,” he groaned, each word getting whinier and whinier. “Yes, Ethan,” you cried, your toes curling. “You fuck me so much better than Chad; don’t stop, please.”

He gripped your hips so harshly that your ass was completely lifted off the bed. Seeing this, he picked you up entirely, slamming into you as you tried to hold on tight to him. “Fuck! Ethan!” You moaned as he took every inch of you.

“You’re mine,” he huskily whispered into your ear as he fucked the lights out of you. You nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I’m yours,” you moaned as you shut your eyes tightly, completely overwhelmed from the stimulation. “Can I cum?” You asked, and Ethan didn’t answer. His hands that were gripping your ass gave it a light smack, making you jump a little.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, going deeper, getting closer. “Please Ethan!” You repeated. “Please let me cum!” You whimpered as he tore your pussy apart. He couldn’t hold back anymore; your whines turned him on so much, and he buried himself in your cunt as he shot his load inside you. “Cum,” he whispered into your ear, and you wasted no time to release.

You screamed, and your legs vibrated as you came all over his cock, just as his warm cum filled your pussy. “Take all my cum, good girl.” After he calmed down, he put you back on the bed and joined you.

He laid on the bed and placed you on top of him, his hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. You moaned as he touched you, and then you moaned into his mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against your pillowy ones, and from the way you whimpered into the kiss, he felt himself getting hard again.

“I want you to ride me, okay?” He asked, although it was meant as an order, not a question. “Yes, sir,” you obeyed. He ran his hand through your soft, untangled hair, giving you a peck. What you didn’t know right now was that you were now Ethan’s. You didn’t know before, but all this time he’d been training you to be his, to be his perfect fuckdoll. “Good girl.”

[kassietalkstoomuch]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐄.𝐋

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 ꨄ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,2k ꨄ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x meeks martin!fem!reader ꨄ𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Aftermath of the ghost face attacks you grapple with betrayal of Ethan and of the love (loss) of your life, struggling to rebuild your life amid the pain constantly looking for the answers. ꨄ𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Angst/ grief

❛❛𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧' 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫❜❜

After Ethan died things were hard.

Like really hard.

After Ethan died, everything shattered.

Not just around you, but inside of you too.

Five months. You’d spent five whole months wrapped in the warmth of him—You had given five whole months of your life to that boy. Five months of laughter, secrets whispered under blankets, and late-night drives with music too loud and feelings too big. Five months of dragging him to frat parties, of him insisting you play his favorite video games in exchange. And in hindsight, maybe he was always pretending. Maybe the love you thought you shared was a carefully constructed illusion designed to get close—to destroy from the inside.

But it was all a lie.

The boy who once kissed your forehead and called you his world had been plotting your family’s murder the entire time. Every “I love you,” every inside joke, every shared hoodie—it had all been drenched in blood long before you ever realized. All along, while he smiled at you, kissed you, touched you…

He was plotting your death

And yet... the grief still came. Crushing. Relentless.

Worse than the betrayal was the emptiness that followed it. The bed that felt too big. The parties you stopped attending. The silence that swallowed your nights whole.

You caught yourself reminiscing more often than you’d like to admit. Letting your mind drift back to soft smiles, stolen kisses, stupid inside jokes—before reality crashed in, reminding you that the boy you loved, the one who traced shapes into your skin while you fell asleep—his crooked grin, the way he’d sneak snacks into your backpack, that one ridiculous night when he danced in the rain just to make you laugh. And then, just as quickly, it would hit you: That same boy had looked your brother in the eyes with a blade in hand.

Chad. He had tried to kill Chad.

And still—somehow—you missed him.

You hated yourself for it. For the way your heart betrayed you with every pang of longing. For the way love and horror had begun to look the same in your mind.

You spiraled.

Nights bled into one another, soaked with muffled sobs and questions you couldn’t answer.

Why?

Why would he do this?

How could he do this to you...? to Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, Sam?

How could you still love someone who had destroyed so much of you—inside and out?

Chad and Mindy had insisted on therapy. You didn’t argue. Not because you believed it would help, but because pretending to try felt easier than admitting you were falling apart. You sat through the sessions, To give them peace of mind. To pretend for an hour a week that you were trying. But deep down, you knew healing couldn’t happen in a tidy little office with a box of tissues and a clipboard. Not when the nights were still filled with muffled sobs you were sure they could hear through the apartment’s paper-thin walls.

Chad never said anything about the crying. He just knocked gently and held you when you needed it, never pushing, never judging. He understood. Because he had lost Ethan too—not just the version you loved, Ethan was his roommate, his friend, his best friend. 

And yet, even with all that pain, Chad had been your rock. Your warmth in the cold. Your constant. Even while carrying his own grief, his own rage, he never let you face yours alone. He held you when you broke. Listened when you couldn’t hold it in. Cracked jokes when silence got too heavy.

But he knew—no matter how many times he held your hand—you’d eventually have to face the worst of it alone.

Some nights, not even Chad could hold the weight of it for you.

Like tonight.

you were working or at least trying to work on an essay for econ which you hated. It always reminded you of Ethan. You tried to transfer out of econ but were told it was too late in the semester and you had to pass or retake the class later. You felt that familiar ache in your chest as you stared at your laptop screen and the empty doc. You tried to start it but just couldn’t.

Your chest tightened. Your breath caught.

And without another thought, you stood up, grabbed your keys, and made for the front door.

You barely noticed Chad sitting at the kitchen island until he spoke, his voice soft but sharp with concern. “Where are you going?”

You turned, eyes glassy with tears you refused to shed—not here. Not yet. Chad seem to notice as his face softened at your sad expression

“For a drive,” you whispered.

He nodded slowly, reading you in the way only someone who’s lived through the same storm can.

“Okay. Be safe, alright? Love you.”

You blinked, holding his gaze for just a second longer than you meant to. “Love you too.”

Then you stepped into the night.

The cold bit at your skin, but you welcomed it. It reminded you that you were still here—that your heart, broken as it was, still beat.

You drove aimlessly through the city, the rain beginning to fall in soft, rhythmic sheets. Traffic lights bled into the streets, neon and blurred like a memory you weren’t ready to let go of.

you pulled up to the theater.

That theater. The one still echoing with the ghosts of that night.

You sat behind the wheel for a long time, gripping it like it could somehow steady the ache in your chest. Your knuckles were white. Your thoughts louder than the hum of the rain against the windshield.

Eventually, you climbed out. Found your way in through the broken window you once swore you'd never go near again. The air inside was thick with dust and the scent of forgotten tragedies.

You walked into the center of the auditorium. The epicenter of your pain.

And you let yourself cry.

No pillows. No pretending. Just you, the ghosts, and the storm inside you.

Then—a jacket.

Draped gently over your shoulders.

You turned, startled, and found Chad standing in the aisle. Rainwater dripped from his hair, darkening the fabric of his hoodie. His eyes met yours, reflecting the same brokenness. The same exhaustion.

“I knew you’d come here,” he said, stepping forward. “I could feel it.”

You didn’t speak. Just exhaled, a quiet surrender.

He lowered himself beside you, his presence warm and solid. When he wrapped his arm around you, you collapsed into him, sobs wracking your body, raw and heavy.

“I miss him too,” Chad whispered, voice cracking. “But I hate him just as much.”

Your fingers curled into his hoodie.

“I don’t know how to stop loving him,” you whispered. “Even now.”

“You don’t have to,” he murmured. “Not yet. Love doesn’t disappear just because it’s misplaced. you didn’t put it there on purpose.”

A hush settled over the space—not hollow, but reverent.

Then, in a voice just above a breath, Chad said, "It won’t happen overnight but you’re not alone. I’m with you—for all of it."

And this time, his words didn’t just reach your ears.

They reached something deeper.

And for the first time in a long while... you let yourself believe him.

Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.

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SCREAM 4 (2011) dir. Wes Craven