Do yall remember the movie The Black Phone? bc I'm down bad for Miguel Cazarez Mora again 💀💀
Me when I see miguel:
going feral for all of these.
god vinnie hacker is just so fine it hurts😮💨😮💨
— lust for life ᥫ᭡
+ pairings :. ethan landry x female reader
+ genre :. fluff
+ synopsis :. you partake in a playful bet to see how tolerant ethan is of horror films, but as the film progresses, your fear increases, and you attempt to mask your distaste to gory situations.
+ content warnings :. swearing, mentions of gore/blood
+ notes :. sorry for being so inactive, i grew out of my atwow phase and didn’t know what else to write but i’m willing to take reqs for ethan landry atm!
+ word count :. 2231
As the door to the dorm room swung open, a wave of excitement washed over you as you stepped inside. The room was adorned with a distinct aura of mystery, with dimly lit corners and shelves lined with intriguing figurines. But what immediately caught your attention was a collection of eerie masks displayed meticulously on a shelf. Each mask bore the unmistakable visage of Ghostface, the iconic antagonist from Ethan's favorite horror movie franchise.
Ethan, with a mischievous grin on his face, gestured towards the masks, inviting you to come closer. His eyes sparkled with a mix of fascination and nostalgia as he began recounting the tales behind each mask. He spoke of the chilling scenes and heart-pounding suspense that had captivated audiences for years.
As Ethan shared his extensive knowledge of the masks, you couldn't help but be mesmerized. The passion in his voice was contagious, and soon you found yourself engrossed in the stories. As you gazed at the impressive collection of Ghostface masks and horror movie merchandise adorning Ethan's dorm room, you couldn't help but express your surprise, saying, "I had no idea you were so passionate about this sort of thing..."
Ethan's eyes brightened with a hint of a smile as he perked up, his head tilting slightly. "I tend to keep it hidden," he admitted, his feet shuffling awkwardly on the floorboards. Fidgeting with one of the masks in his collection, he continued, "Especially because of Chad..."
But before he could say more, you silenced him, gently waving your hands in front of his face, urging him to stop. "I'm well aware," you reassured him, meeting his gaze. "In my opinion, it's actually kind of cool."
Running your finger along the shelf's edge, you walked slowly, observing the dust that had accumulated, suggesting that he didn't give much attention to this collection. A frown formed on your face, realizing the effort he must have exerted to conceal it from his paranoid roommate. However, your sympathy for Chad remained strong, particularly since he had tragically lost his girlfriend to the terrifying serial killer donning a similar mask, responsible for the brutal murders of numerous students in Woodsboro some time ago.
"Are you a big fan of horror?" Ethan asked with a hint of nervousness, noticing the faint frown on your face as your finger traced the shelf's edge. Your head swiftly turned, before you shifted your gaze to Ethan's deep, brown eyes.
Deep down, you knew that you weren't a die-hard horror fan. Despite your attempts to engage with the genre, you often found yourself cringing and switching off movies due to their brutal scenes. Like that one time when you tried watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre but had to turn it off within minutes. Admitting to this would be embarrassing, and considering Ethan's intense passion for such things, a little white lie seemed harmless enough.
"That's one way to put it," you manage to utter, your voice carrying a touch of unease. Lying was not something that came naturally to you, and in that moment, you felt an immediate pang of regret. A glimmer of excitement sparks in Ethan's eyes, and a grin tugs at the corners of his lips upon hearing your response.
"Are you sure?" Ethan queries, his smug grin still apparent. Your mind urges you to speak up, to say something or confess the truth. However, you find yourself unable to follow through. Admitting your faults was never a strong suit either, and the words remain trapped within you.
You scoff, attempting to shrug it off in hopes of convincing Ethan that you could handle horror movies. All you can manage to do is nod in reply, which definitely didn't seem to be as convincing as you had hoped.
Ethan's gaze shifts towards a stack of DVDs scattered across the living room area of his dorm. It comes as no surprise that they are all horror films, and a gleam of excitement fills his eyes. "Well, if you really aren't scared," he remarks, walking past you and making his way to the DVDs. He grabs one, raising it up for you to see. "How about we have a little bet?"
You tilt your head, intrigued and eager to hear what he has in mind. Embracing a competitive spirit, you were always up for a challenge, especially if there was a prize at stake. Your reputation for being highly competitive was well-known, as you often proclaimed, 'If there's a prize involved, don't stand in my way.'
Having observed your competitive nature in class, Ethan was well aware of your drive for excellence. Your track record of achieving good grades across all subjects didn't go unnoticed by him. Witnessing your hesitancy when it came to claiming your love for horror films, Ethan was eager to put your proclaimed fandom to the test in the least obvious way possible.
"I'll choose one of these movies," Ethan suggests, his hand lowering, holding the DVD. "And whoever gets scared first will have to do the winner's homework." You purse your lips, contemplating whether subjecting yourself to potential trauma was worth the prize. Yet, the thought of tackling Ethan's challenging economics homework held enough weight to make you reconsider avoiding it at all costs.
After a moment of contemplation, a smug grin spreads across your face. "Bring it on." As Ethan's hand reached for a DVD labeled Terrifier 2 embroidered with an ominous title on its front cover, an immediate pang of regret washed over you. You had heard unsettling accounts about that movie, not for its ability to induce fear or deliver effective jump scares that could make you scream in terror. It was the graphic gore that concerned you.
You could handle the usual, suspenseful horror films with a tendency for jump scares, but when it came to explicit displays of gore, you were the first to scramble for the remote, swiftly shutting it off. The sight of guts hanging out of stomachs and blood splattered across walls had always unsettled you, especially when witnessing it on screen.
Left with no alternative, you trail behind Ethan, your steps heavy as you sink into the small sofa in the living room. Anxious anticipation fills your chest as you watch him open the DVD case, revealing the circular disc, which he handles with care as he inserts it into the DVD player. Your heart pounds relentlessly against your ribcage, desperately urging you to confess to Ethan that you simply can't handle horror. But it feels too late now, the words caught in your throat.
Ethan reaches for the TV remote, activating the screen. Your gulp echoes audibly as the sofa slightly sinks under his weight, his focus fixed on getting the film to play through the television. A tiny part of you yearns for the DVD to crash, or perhaps for a bird to swoop in through the window and snatch the remote from his hands, but deep down, you acknowledge those possibilities as far-fetched fantasies.
"C'mon." Ethan mutters under his breath, his frustration evident as he struggles to get the film to play. Unbeknownst to him, you silently thank the universe for intervening and preventing the movie from playing. Lost in his technical difficulties, Ethan completely misses the mischievous grin that creeps onto your face.
You release a feigned, disappointed sigh, gradually rising to your feet. "Well, it seems like we'll have to postpone this.." you begin, pretending to sound upset. But just as you're about to let out another sigh of disappointment, Ethan cuts you off.
"I knew these wouldn't work," he confesses, biting down on the inside of his cheek in annoyance. "But no worries, I can just find it on one of those streaming sites."
Your eyes widen in surprise as Ethan successfully manages to play Terrifier 2 on his TV. You curse yourself for getting your hopes up, now feeling obligated to stay and endure the impending unease. With a determined expression masking your discomfort, you slowly settle back onto the sofa beside Ethan, determined to maintain your composure.
Ethan briefly shifts his gaze from the screen to observe you, taking note of your seemingly confident demeanor until his eyes catch something else. He notices how tightly you're clutching the hem of your dress and scoffs dismissively, swiftly returning his attention to the screen before him.
Unaware of his scoff or the way his eyes briefly glanced at your fingers tugging on the dress's hem, you remain focused on reminding yourself not to lose. The stakes were high, considering the loser would be burdened with the winner's homework. Just the thought of that made you cringe, motivating you to push aside any doubts and endure the long hour ahead of you.
As the movie starts playing, a growing sense of unease washes over you. You fight against the overpowering urge to grab the remote, turn off the film, and retreat to the safety of your bedroom. But then, reality sets in. The prospect of a sleepless night looms ahead.
After watching anything even remotely horrifying, you always struggled with falling asleep. It baffled you how some people could peacefully go to bed after witnessing the most gruesome and terrifying films. In contrast, you found solace in switching to a Disney movie to lull yourself into slumber. Fortunately, you rarely had to resort to this routine because you conscientiously avoided anything that could disrupt your sleep schedule or induce nightmares.
After a few minutes of the movie playing without anything particularly disturbing occurring on screen, you began to question if the reviews had been exaggerated. This thought brought a newfound ease to the situation, momentarily comforting you.
However, that sense of comfort quickly evaporated as a jumpscare erupted from the screen. Despite the suspense building up to it, you had failed to mentally prepare yourself for the impending shock. Startled, you involuntarily jolted in your seat, emitting a sharp gasp.
Hoping that Ethan hadn't noticed your reaction, as his gaze remained fixed on the screen, you sneak a quick glance at his face. To your surprise, he appears unaffected, his expression unfazed. Yet, a smug grin adorns his features. Yeah, he definitely heard that.
You have an overwhelming desire to cover your eyes as the film grows increasingly gruesome, but the apprehension of having to take on Ethan's homework weighs heavily on your mind. Instead, you attempt to ease your nerves by harshly tugging on the hem of your tight dress once again.
Finally taking notice of your actions, Ethan glances down at your hands gripping the end of your dress, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "You doing alright?" he remarks.
Perking up at his question, you meet his gaze with a feigned confidence. "Me? Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Despite your attempt to sound composed, the slight shakiness in your voice gives away your true state of mind. It's clear that Ethan sees through your facade, evident from the persistent smirk on his face.
"You're holding onto your dress a little tight there," he points out, his eyes fixated on your fingers tugging at the hem. Your knuckles have turned almost white from the firm grip, and you quickly release your hold, rubbing your hands on your thighs to alleviate the clamminess.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you nervously smile in a manner that appears highly suspicious. "It's... It's just a bit small, you know," you offer as an excuse, shrugging nonchalantly and averting your gaze back to the screen. Ethan's gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks away, muttering a small "mhm." The smirk on his face eventually fades as the movie progresses.
The movie seems to be progressing relatively well, but you remain cautious, determined not to be caught off guard or react visibly to any obvious moments. Your mind is filled with various thoughts, prompting you to maintain a blank expression to avoid inadvertently displaying your emotions during intense scenes. Meanwhile, Ethan remains composed throughout, demonstrating his true passion for horror movies.
Suddenly, a particularly gruesome and disturbing scene unfolds on the screen. As a girl's skin is forcefully removed with a pair of scissors and thrown against a wall by the clown, you find it unbearable to watch. Without warning, you instinctively grab onto Ethan's bicep, seeking solace by burying your face into his arm, shielding your eyes from the disturbing imagery. Aware of how embarrassing this must appear, your cheeks flush with warmth.
At this moment, you contemplate confessing your dislike for horror films to Ethan, but it's likely he already knows. Ethan remains silent, and you can't discern whether he's looking down at you or still engrossed in the movie. Suddenly, a soft chuckle escapes his lips. Clinging tightly to his arm, you feel your bottom lip quiver slightly with fear. The on-screen experience feels like torture, with previous scenes having been utterly repulsive.
Ethan struggles to contain his amusement at your reaction, but he eventually succumbs to a malicious giggle, a dark glimmer shining in his eyes. A smug grin spreads across his face as he teasingly questions, "Are you going to watch the movie like a big girl? Or are you going to hide under me like a pussy?" His voice lowers as he leans closer, whispering mockingly into your ear, "You wanna be a big girl?"
© snoopdogsnip
scream vi masterlist
ETHAN LANDRY
♡ - nsfw
❀ - dark
full fics ↓
∘ all for the show ♡
Ethan and you stock up on supplies for your streams, but your shared competitive nature gets the best of your haul.
You can’t keep looking away and pretending not to notice. Ethan gives you a couple reasons why you should.
You’ll work your charm to get your sweet, nerdy friend’s help, and there might be something in it for him too.
∘ competition ♡
You and Ethan fight to be on top.
∘ acclimatisation ♡❀
You let your dickhead boyfriend do whatever he wants to you at a party, and he relishes the fact.
∘ paranoia follows you home ♡❀
A strange man does more than just scare you in a stairwell, and the two of you put on a show.
∘ eyes ♡❀
Your relationship with Ethan Landry slowly spins your reality out of control.
blurbs ↓
∘ the friend group finally catching you and ethan together
∘ camgirl!reader edging sub!ethan ♡
∘ ethan’s first show with camgirl!reader ♡
∘ chad walking in on you and ethan ♡ (+ chad)
∘ dark!ethan blackmailing reader ❀
∘ ethan w/ mean!bimbo!reader ♡
∘ soft dom ethan w/ bimbo!reader ♡
shower surprise
Fm; Ethan Landry x reader
I haven't seen anyone write a shower sex story with Ethan so here yall go. This was also kinda rushed so sorry if it’s not that good. ALSO not proofread!
Warning: smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (stay safe)
You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower was helping you relax.
Your dorm was empty. Tara was out with Chad and Sam and Quinn were hanging out together. Usually your boyfriend Ethan would come over and you guys would either study or watch a movie together but today he had econ and you were missing him so much. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he was with you.
Ethan would have probably cooked you guys some kind of pasta for dinner and would have turned on a movie while working on some class assignments ending the night with a good makeout session or fucking if you were lucky enough. You missed him so much.
You were deep in thought, you barely noticed a body stepping into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls, but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.
Ethan was in the shower with you. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was in your dorm, but he spun you around. You could feel his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think of first, but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.
“Econ got out early today. I missed you so much baby.” Ethan whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did when around him.
Ethan moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted and he didn’t make you wait long.
He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Ethan wasted no time slipping into you, his thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.
You let out a small moan. You heard Ethen release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Ethan usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.
“I missed you so much baby, lemme savor you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.
You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Ethan still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest, you loved anything Ethan loved.
You felt your lower half tense, Ethan still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Ethan put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. He wanted you so badly, he wanted to swallow every noise you made. You came. Ethan didn’t follow, in fact his cock felt harder than before.
“Fuck, baby your cunt is gripping me so tight.” Ethan grunted.
Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down, moving your body like it was nothing.
You couldn’t stop shaking, your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body. He was fucking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.
You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Ethan’s moans and grunts added to the music you were creating. The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Ethans cum immediately.
“Please-” Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “please, please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.
“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Ethan echos. The second you feel his warm cum, you can't help but follow him and cum again yourself. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.
“I’m never leaving again baby.” Ethan murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beats. You wondered how you got so lucky.
still into you
pairing ↠ ethan landry x (f) reader x jj maybank
genre .. warnings ↠ smut, angst, friends to lovers, childhood best friend!ethan, unprotected sex, mentions of a ghostface attack, violence, mentions of alcohol consumption
summary ↠ when ethan visits the outerbanks with his friends, he doesn’t expect to find you there. you don’t expect to see him there, either, but trying to reconcile during a series of ghostface attacks is harder than it seems.
wc ↠ 6.3k
author’s note ↠ pt. 1/4 of the still friends, not lovers series. feedback is appreciated!
Summer break was en route.
Everyday was summer break with the pogues. Impromptu escapades around the island and treasure hunts that took you across the ocean, to your parents’ chagrin.
if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?
ethan landry x fem!reader. scream 6 spoilers. cw: choking, mentions of sex, murder, slight dirty talk.
read part ii. here
"get the fuck off me, you sick fuck!" you managed to get out, barely breathing.
he had you completely fooled. the boy with the puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile. every horror film has a sweet little dorky cliche virgin, and he chose to embody that role perfectly. ethan landry.
though, the virgin part wouldn't be true. and you have yourself to thank for that.
who would have thought? well, maybe mindy. oh god. she'll kill you for this– if they don't first. if he doesn't.
Anonymous asked:
I wanna reenact that scene from the original scream movie where tatum is like “you wanna play psycho killer? can I be the helpless victim?” BUT WITH ETHAN AND LIKE HE FUCKS ME NOT KILLS ME
revehae answered:
stargazing
tw — dubcon, use of a knife, unprotected sex
you could literally feel the bass beneath your feet. the house felt like it was going to crumble in on itself at any given moment, but of course, frat boys went all out with their parties. loud music was an essential, apparently.
blurb: you finally reveal yourself to ethan and his shocked family in the ghostface shrine
content warning: talk of death + violence; both ethan and reader are kinda psycho; ethan hates his dad
! ! “I didn’t know we had matching masks” part two
The trio was confused. The reported killings that were "said to have a ghostface mask" weren't them. It's safe to say they had grown wary. And Bailey's stressed attitude and Quinn's annoyed gestures made Ethan feel all the more nervous. Who was killing all these poeple? Should they be concerned?
Ethan hadn't wanted to leave your dorm, wishing to stay in the comfort of you all week. But no. If his dad began to question where he went then they would find out about you. And though he wishes to not keep you a secret, he knows it's safer.
Ethan had his arm around a bleeding Mindy, as he brought her off the train. He kept his bag secure, his Ghostface costume inside. Once the medics arrived, Ethan was able to step back, his concerned facade cracking a fraction when Mindy couldn't see. Maybe he should of left her to die, but she'd end up getting attention, and he may as well earn some brownie points—getting himself off the suspect list.
Ethan was soon dissapearing, making his way to the hidden Ghostface shrine. Sam, Tara and Chad would be there, maybe even Sam's new boyfriend. Ethan managed to dress himself, placing the mask over his head as he ventured in, silent at first.
You kept to the shadows, your knife hanging loosely in your hand. You kept a close eye on Ethan, many possabilities of his reaction to you in a matching mask swirling in your head. You liked him. Which actually was what made you shift your plan a fraction. You were still going to kill Detective Bailey. But Ethan... you couldn't.
You had found yourself thinking on it one night, but had to dismiss the idea extremely fast, because it created a heavy knot that tightened uncomfortably in your stomach.
You soon managed to match his steps, holding back a chuckle at his obliviousness to you. You could reach a hand out and pat him on the back, or maybe wrap your arms around his neck like he did to you the other day. But you refrain, knowing it best to wait till everyone had gathered.
Later, Ethan found Tara and Chad leaning in for kiss, large smiles on their faces. Ethan holds back a scoff at the pathetic notion that they seem happy. He was ecstatic to rectify that, stabbing stright into Tara's back.
This brought on a fight and a chase, leading all the way into the Ghostface shrine, the glass casings standing proudly with the deaths of victims drawn inside.
Tara and Sam stood, bricks ready as they glared at the hidden ghostface's. You watch as Kirby and Bailey stand guns aimed as they point the finger. You just tilt your head, spinning your knife. You were leant back in a chair, as shots fired.
The shocked expressions of Tara and Sam as they stared at Bailey made you raise your brows under the mask. You thought their whole motto was "never trust anyone". And they have the audasity to be shocked when it is in fact someone they know.
The two masked Ghostfaces join Bailey's side. Ethan is the first to remove his mask, a grin now easily seen along with his curls, messier than normal with the running and fighting.
Ethan holds in a laugh as he stares at the Carpenter sister's shocked faces. I mean come on. Of course it was your roommate, chad's and the detective on the case—Ethan thinks to himself. The signs were obvious.
But just as Bailey is about to excitedly explain their devious plan, everyone hears feet hitting the ground to the right. All five whip their heads to the noise. Sam keeps Tara closer as your cloaked figure steps into view. Your grinning under the mask, loving the way their scared expressions almost fuels your ego.
You tauntingly step closer and closer to the watching party. "You." Bailey snarls, catching onto the fact that you're the "rogue Ghostface" messing up their plans.
You just tilt your head in accknowlegdment. You shift your gaze to Quinn who is ready, knife out and glare focused. Then you shift your gaze to Ethan, who watches your movements closely, a slight hint of intruige present in his eyes. He wanted to know who you were.
You soon come to a stop, lazily playing with your knife, as your gaze scans. "Who the fuck are you?" Quinn hisses.
Tara and Sam seem to be surprised that they don't know you. Bailey tightens his grip on his gun, but seeming to not dare raise it to your head.
The killings the "rogue Ghostface" was known for—by Quinn, bailey and Ethan, the core four had thought they were done by the trio standing before them—were bloody. So gruesome, and oddly creative.
The trio knew that you knew what you were doing. They had a right to feel somewhat nervous. They were wondering if you were here to help them, or Sam and Tara. Or maybe to just kill them all. But Bailey was one smug son of a bitch who ordered you take of your mask.
You shift your gaze to him. "Now." Bailey demands.
You step a fraction closer, dragging this out for the plain fun of it. "Take your mask of bitch."
Your smile widens under your mask, as you slowly draw it off your head. "Alright, alright. So, impatient." You tease, as you rest your mask on one of the glass casings.
"What? Who are you?" Quinn asks, probably thinking she'd recognise me.
But you just shift your gaze to Ethan. He's frozen, mouth beginning to hang open as he stares at you. You spare him a small "ta da" smile.
He gulps, blinking too many times. "You did all those killings?" Bailey asks, his tone surprised.
"Mhm." You hum, brushing your hands calmly down your costume.
"All of them!?" Bailey exclaims. "Even the fence—"
"Even the the fence." You nod. That was one of your most horrible killings, it even managed to make your face cringe a fraction.
"I mean that one—“ But Ethan finally cuts in, still staring at your face, your body hidden in the very costume his family uses to murder. You kill people? The reaction one should have to that isn't the one he's feeling. It's sick. But then again he is. "What the fuck?"
Everyone turns to Ethan who still has shock written across his face. "You're a Ghostface?"
You smile, making him scoff in disbelief. "I actually wasn't sure how you would react." You chuckle.
"I'm-" He cuts himself off, narrowing his eyes on you. But he didn't seem mad, or betrayed, or annoyed. His expression resembled one of awe. "You did all that?" He mutters.
You watch him carefully as he speaks further. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to a bunch of times but it might have…messed up everything.”
Ethan tilts his head, as you step closer, before veering to Bailey. You smile at him. “I don’t know how you know my son, but you messed with our plan. You’re going to die, little girl.” He spits.
“Am I?” You step closer, so that the barrel of the gun hits your chest. With Baileys shocked state at your brazen attitude, you swiftly grab it, tossing it far enough so that if anyone thought to grab it, you would have time.
Baileys eyes are wide and there’s a moment of tense silence where no one know what to do or what will happen. Then you tighten your hold on your knife, and harshly stab Baileys chest.
He screams as you draw the knife down, cutting deep. You have your own reasons for wanting him dead, and if anyone gets in the way they’ll have to die too.
As if on cue Quinn lunges, trying to rip you away from her dad. But you swiftly grab her knife, the sharp edge cutting into your hand. Quinn’s gaze widens as your blood drips to the floor. You dig your hand in, pain spreading through you as you yank her forward.
She stumbles and you step aside, letting her crash into a glass casing. You finally rip the knife out of Bailey’s squirming body as he falls to the ground.
Then all hell breaks loose. Tara manages to smack Quinn’s jaw with the brick still in her grasp, as Sam had rushed to the gun you tossed.
You feel a hand yanking your arm towards them. You look to Ethan. And your expecting an angry expression at he fact that you just stabbed his dad. But Ethan isn’t rushing to Bailey’s side, and his expression isn’t mad.
He’s only breathing hard. Then he’s grabbing your other wrist, pulling your bleeding hand into view.
Your surprised as he rips some of his costume to wrap around your wound, hoping to stop the mountains of blood gushing out.
“What— are you really helping me right now?” You ask, making Ethan meet your gaze.
He tightens the material making you slightly wince. But before he can answer a shot goes off right by you both. Shit, you had gotten distracted. Ethan is quick to pull you somewhere more sheltered.
“No, Ethan—“ you stop him, eyeing him closely. “Why are you helping me? I just stabbed your—“
“It was bound to happen.” Ethan says, yanking you closer. “I could go on a rant about how he cared for Richie terribly, the attention he gave was far too much.” He darts his gaze around, looking around for any attacking person. “He always liked him more.”
Ethan meets your gaze, a smile finally surfacing. “I think it’s my turn to choose.”
You knew what he meant. He had chosen you over his family, over his dad. Or supposed one. When Bailey had chosen Richie over Ethan. A small smile creeps onto your lips.
“Come on.” Ethan pulls you down a darker hallway and away from the probable fight between Quinn, Tara and Sam. “They might come looking for us.”
You soon reach the open ended alleyway, breathing hard. You both still had your ghostface cloaks on, but both your masks were left behind, just like every other Ghostaface before.
There’s an understanding in both your eyes as you stare at each other. Then before you both disappear into the crowd of Halloween fanatics, Ethan nudges you smirking. “I thought you grab their hair when you fight?”
You scoff. “It was barely a fight.”
“True. He really didn’t put up a good one.”
“Should we see how you react when a knife gets stabbed into your chest?” You ask, raising your brows at his “im so much better” tone.
“You couldn’t run fast enough.”
Your brows furrow. “Run fast enough—“
And then Ethan is dashing through the crowd, making your open in a ‘hey’, before your running after him.
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Anonymous asked:
Itachi - “Make me”
saintrocklee answered:
🩸itachi x reader🩸ooooof, here we again.
18+ mdni. warnings include finger fucking, oral (m receiving), fighting because i love the drama, drunk(ish) sexy times, soft dom itachi because how else does this man fuck, and sexy car shenanigans. enjoy my lil’ sluts!
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being pissed off and drunk honestly made you feel like a god. you were untouchable, unstoppable, and if the coward who created adam and eve even dared to touch down on earth you were convinced you could fight him and win.
the music from the club pounded around you, twisting into your muscles and your veins, egging you to move faster and faster. your friend’s faces blurred around you, their slurred singing surrounding you, and you can feel the alcohol buzzing through you, stoking the fire that was already present into a raging inferno.
boyfriends fucking sucked.
