warnings: making out, hints of sub!ethan, alludes to sex. inspired by this post by @applesauzze . reader has a bra on
CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT kiss drunk Ethan.
It was your third date and it went well. Really well. Well enough that when you got back to your apartment - Ethan insisted on walking you back like a gentleman - you invited him in. Well enough that after you did invite him in, you two ended up on your couch, faces closer than they'd ever been. Well enough that you found yourself leaning in.
You'd kissed before, but Ethan was good. Oddly good considering his lack of experience. You expected that when you pulled back his eyes would be glazed over, its not unusual. What you didn't expect was for him to lean back in. You pull back.
“Hey I thought you wanted to go slow?” You ask, chuckling softly.
He looks at you with those big, needy, brown eyes and you almost forget about taking it slow. Turns out Ethan feels the same way because he's pulling your hips on top of his so you're straddling him. “I need more.” He leans up to try and capture your lips, and continues to follow your lips higher as you lean back.
“Ethan, more what?”
“More of you.”
He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face down into his. When your lips hit each other's he lets out a muffled whine making your breath speed up. Your hands fly to his shoulder and cheek pulling him closer.
You both are forced to pull back when you run out of air. You stare into each other's eyes. “Holy fuck. You're amazing.” He whispers breathlessly.
You grin at his complement, feeling your heart swell. “You're not so bad yourself Landry.” You run your thumb over his cheeks that are turning pink.
You lean down to reattach your lips to his. Ethan's hands have moved from the back of your head to your hips, his thumbs gliding underneath your shirt. As the kiss gets more heated they slowly migrate up so his whole hand is under your shirt, getting closer to your bra.
“E, we have to stop, too far.” You explain.
His hands stop moving and his eyes widen, “Oh, I am so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“It's not that Ethan, I don't want you to go past where you want to. Slow remember...” You nod your head, almost reminding yourself more. You didn't want him to regret anything.
“Are you ok with this?” He asks softly.
You nod. “Then kiss me.”
anotha one. if i were to make a taglist, who would want to be on it..?
warnings: underage drinking? (you and ethan are 19), cursing, scaryyyyy movies ;)
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pronouns used: she/her, reader wears a dress
request: “Hey! I saw ur ethan landry headcannon ab e’s fav holiday being halloween and was wondering if u could do a fic where the reader and him bond over their love of halloween or something similar! xx ” ily sm for this idea nonnie! <33
might make a part 2, let me know if you guys want it!
Parties sucked. You always interrogated yourself on why you even went to them, you always ended up slightly drunk, with some random dudes number in your phone because you were too nice to decline, and a slight hangover. You could say it was because you were trying to have fun, meet new people, maybe hookup with someone. But if you were honest, you didn't know.
You sat on a couch, red solo cup in hand, slowly sipping whatever was in it, until a very blocky costume came into view. Your interest peaked, you looked over at him. It was a boy from your econ class Ethan... Laundry? Loundry? Something like that. He was wearing a knight costume, made fully out of cardboard. It made you smile.
Normally at frat parties it's just guys half naked. Like the one who walked in with Ethan, who was wearing a hat, ascot, and shorts.
“So Ethan, who're you gonna hit on tonight?” Chad hits Ethan's chest while he asks.
“W-what? No one!” He stutters out, turning red. How could Chad talk so freely about hitting on someone?
“C'mon man, you're a snack!” Chad yells over the music. “What about her? ” He nods over to you. Your costume, your hair, your face, everything about you made his eyes widen and his mouth drop into a small, open mouth smile.
“Woah...” His admiration of you made his cheeks flush further.
“I'll take that as a yes bro!” Chad smiles. His face falls when he sees the look of panic on Ethan's face.
That is until he realizes the cause of panic is simply because you're walking over. “Look! She wants you too dude. I'll leave you two alone!” he drags out the last word while walking away. Ethan is left alone and panicked, seeing how you haven't changed your course of direction.
“Hey, I like your costume! Did you make it?” You shout over the music. His eyes avoid yours, almost as if he's trying to convince himself that you're not there.
“Thanks!” He yells back. He looks so scared.
“Did you make it yourself?” You ask, moving behind a wall so you can hear his response.
“Yeah! I made it like 3 hours ago.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling as his smile gets wide. He looks so beautiful.
“Really? That's awesome!” You exclaim. You nod towards the door, hinting that you wanted to go outside.
He followed your lead, moving outside and sitting on the porch of the house. You could finally hear each other without having to shout. “But yeah, I made it. I really like Halloween so I knew I wanted to do something handmade, but my room mate, Chad, didn't give me much of a heads up... That's why this isn't the best looking.” He explains, looking at his lap and playing with his fingers.
“Hey, I still think it looks awesome! Like your helmet? That has amazing attention to detail dude. Who knew a guy could be good at economics and art.” You snicker under your breath. He looks over at you bewildered for knowing you two shared a class. Sure, you didn't know his last name, but you knew he was Ethan, he was cute, and he was good at econ.
“You know we have econ together?” He asks quietly, almost as if he was asking it to himself instead of you.
“Yeah, I know you're Ethan... Something... I know it is like Laundry but not quite!” You say, embarrassed you don't know his last name.
“Landry...” He blushes.
“Well hello, Ethan Landry. I'm [Y/n] [Y/L/N].” You stick out your hand to him, which he hesitantly grabs. His hands are warm. “So you like Halloween you said?” You ask, trying to make small talk.
“Yeah! I uh... Actually went through a small cosplay phase where I made my pieces myself...” He trailed off, letting go of your hand as he gets embarrassed. “Yeah, Halloween is my favorite.” He says simply, and sadly.
“Mine too!” You nudge him with your shoulder. “There's no reason to be embarrassed around me, by the way. I think it's cool you used to cosplay, I kinda always wanted to.” you smile sweetly at him.
“I don't like to think about it...” He shyly laughs.
“I really like your laugh...” You think aloud, catching both you and Ethan off guard. You clear your throat, trying to move on quickly, “So, what's your favorite Halloween candy?”
“I like chocolate, so basically everything is good for me.” He jokes for the second time tonight. He was starting to get more comfortable with you, and you were really happy about it.
There's a beat of silence where you're both just looking at each other smiling. He had such pretty eyes. And lips... And face.
He leans into your ear and whispers in your ear “So [Y/n], what's your favorite scary movie..?” Yup, he was definitely getting comfortable. His breath was hot against your ear and cheek, giving you goosebumps.
This was a huge step out of Ethan's comfort zone. He never flirted with anyone. Let alone a very attractive girl like you.
“I uh... I don't know, would you wanna watch a scary movie with me sometime?”
“W-What?” He looks at you, falling back into his flustered self.
“Yeah! You could come to my place, I have Netflix, Hulu, all of ‘em. No pressure though, if you don't want to that's ok!” You preface looking up at him, awaiting a response.
“Uh... Yeah. Ok.” He smiles small, playing with his fingers again.
“How about tomorrow?” You ask him while pulling out your phone.
“Yeah, that's good for me.”
“Ok, type in your number and I'll text you my address.” You explain while giving him your phone. He smiles to himself, cheeks turning a light pink when he notices that for the contact name you've typed in “Ethan :)” He was smiley face worthy.
After you've taken your phone back, you stand, ready to say goodbye and leave. He was a touch sad, realizing what was about to happen. He really liked talking to you. He didn't want it to be over.
“I'll text you when I get home! See ya tomorrow Ethan.” You call out, walking backwards away from the house.
“Bye!” He smiles. God you were beautiful.
He just stood there, looking at the spot you were sitting in a few moments ago.
“Yes dude! I knew you had it in you!” He hears a familiar voice shout out from behind him. Ethan's head drops fully, groaning.
warnings: murder, gore, ghostface, ethan being crazy
CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT YANDERE ETHAN who kills everyone as a sick love letter to you.
As he rips off the mask to reveal his face, his expects to see a proud smile on yours. When he instead sees the sadden shock, he looks at you confused.
“No please... Ethan... No...” You start crying, realization of what this actually means setting in. “You killed our friends! Anika, Chad... How could you do this to me?” You question, tears ruining your eye makeup.
“Do this to you? I did this for you! I did this to show you how much I love you... How I don't care about anyone else but you!” He declares.
His father and sister give him confused glances at hearing this. This wasn't about some random college girl he fell for, this was for Richie.
Your heart breaks further by the implication that this was all your fault. If you would've just told him how you felt earlier... Oh god.
“E... This isn't love. This is psychotic!” He looks at you with hurt eyes, his smile immediately falling.
“They were bad for you! I killed them so you could see how good I am. I'm perfect for you [Y/n].” He says stepping so close you can feel his words bouncing off your face. “I love you [Y/n].” He holds the knife up to your stomach.
“Ethan...” Your face is begging for him to stop. Stop everything.
“Say you love me.” He puts more pressure behind the knife. “Say it.”
“No.” You whimper out.
“[Y/n]... I don't want to kill you. I want you to love me! Say it. Or I'll have to do something I really don't want to.” You cry out as the knife breaks the surface of your skin just enough to make you bleed. “Please.” He pleads.
Your face shows no signs of wavering. “Ethan I can't tell you I love you.”
“Then you can't tell anyone.”His knife is deep inside your gut, blood gushing out of your wound.
Your legs give out and Ethan catches you, slowly lowering you to the ground, guiding your head into his lap.
“I'm so sorry [Y/n]. You should've just said it.” Tears welled in your eyes and blood polled in your mouth. He leans down to kiss your lips. It's so wrong but your heart swells from it.
“I did love you Ethan...” Your final tear falls as your body goes limp.
i guess i like writing main character death?
i'm trying out a new format, let me know how you like it. it'll just be for small blurbs like this!
can u write where like us and jack are out like at the mall abd fans come up to us asking for photos and all that? (were also a actor/actress. idk is this made sense to u😭)
HI! i love this idea so much, and i'm so sorry it took me this long to write it, i had such a hard time with the ending. your fic is here! i added a lot of stuff so very sorry if this isn't what you wanted...
