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ethan landry 𝔁 fem! reader
𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕩

❝ can we stay like this?
only for a minute. ❞

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. Sighs of relief sounded upon your arrival, and Tara leaped from the couch, quickly wrapping her small frame around you as she breathed out your name. 

"I'm okay, T," you mumbled, smiling down at her when she leaned back.

Making your way inside, Chad kissed your cheek, Quinn waved at you in greeting, and Mindy and Sam too embraced you. With a sigh, you plopped down on the ground, next to Ethan, who eyed you sweetly. You had always thought he was cute, in a geeky, viriginal way. He was your complete opposite.

"Hey, handsome," you nodded, smirking when he let out a shaky breath and smiled timidly, a hue of pink overtaking his pale cheeks.

"H-Hey, Y/N," he gulped.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you draped yourself across the chair, throwing your head back with a sigh, finally feeling the tension leave your shoulders. You, however, failed to notice your shirt riding up, revealing the underfabric of your bra. 

Ethan felt his eyes bug out of their sockets, and he tried so desperately to tear his gaze away, but he just couldn't. He'd always had the biggest crush on you, soon joining the group just to get closer to you. You were so... cool. You slept around, but didn't brag about it. And he thought you were gorgeous. You were smart, and had a great sense of humor. But he knew he didn't have a chance. You liked your hook-ups to have experience in the field, and well, Ethan... Let's just say he hadn't stuck it in anything yet.

"Dude," Chad called, causing Ethan to look over. The boy just shook his head with pursed lips, and Ethan nervously cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on his hands which flexed.

"God, I need to get out of these clothes," you grumbled, standing up from the couch and looking over to Sam. "I'm gonna have a shower."

"Sure," she nodded, before a guilty frown crossed her face. "Um, head into my bathroom... I took your shampoo and conditioner."

"Sam!" you whined, rolling your eyes.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, stating that it was just a really nice shampoo and conditioner.

You made your way into her bathroom, quickly siezing back your hair products before returning to your own. You quickly undressed, and entered the shower, letting out a soft groan at the feeling of the warm water cascading over your body. You spent a good five minutes cleaning and washing yourself, your skin soon turning soapy and slippery. 

Suddenly, you heard movement in your room, and your brows furrowed. Turning off the water, you peaked your head out of the shower. "Hello?" you called out, hearing no response. Shaking your head at your paranoia, you left the shower and quickly dried yourself off, wrapping a towel around your body as you left the room. "Jesus, Tara!" you exclaimed upon seeing the girl. She let out a laugh, landing on the bed as she stretched her arms out. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"Ever heard of something other then a g-string?" she retorted, gesturing to your choice of underwear.

"At least I have a reason for it," you muttered, causing the girl to gasp. You spun around with a grin, exaggerating your voice and face as you spoke, "Oh, Chad! You're my hero! Come over and let me suck your d-."

"Shut up!" she hissed, throwing one of your pillows at you. You doubled over in laughter, and soon, Tara couldn't help but join in, a giggling mess on the bed. "You're one to talk."

"What do you mean?" you asked with a smile.

"Hello? Ethan is half in love with you, and you're just stringing him along!"

"I am not stringing him. There isn't anything to be strung," you gasped, shaking your head. "Look, Ethan's a sweet guy. He's so nice and thoughtful. If I were him, I wouldn't want to lose my virginity to... Well, to me," you shrugged. 

"Y/N," Tara sighed.

"I'm serious, T. Ethan deserves a little doe-eyed sweetheart."

"You're not that much of a whore," she trailed off, watching as you squinted your eyes at her in questioning. "What? It's true! You hook up with like one guy a week." You raised your brows. "Okay, so maybe like two or three, but that's okay! Ethan really likes you, Y/N/N, like really likes you." Tara leaned in closer to you, softly whispering, "Chad told me he heard him jacking off to your Instagram-."

"And you are out of here," you interrupted, quickly grabbing Tara by the arm and practically throwing her out of the room. Her laugher filled the hallway, and you shook your head with a chuckle.

Turning around, you moved towards your bed, bopping your head softly as your mind was plagued with whatever song it decided to internally play for you.

You were oblivious to the heatful gaze of Ghost Face, who watched you from the darkness. He watched you with a lustful gleam in his eyes, itching to reach out and touch you. Not in a murdeorus way, but in a way that would have you questioning his 'pure' attribute.

Ethan wanted nothing more than to pin you down and have his way with you. With your consent, of course. He may be a killer, but he wasn't a non-consensual prick. He hated the fact that the only reason you were holding yourself back was because you didn't think you were good enough for him and his gentle, untainted soul. Oh, if only you knew how sinful he could be.

Your gut was churning, for a reason you didn't know why. But you chose not to ignore it, as it had gotten you out of a sticky situation last year. You had survived the killer, Ghost Face, with the Carpenter sisters and the Meeks-Martin siblings. From that, an unbreakable bond had formed between the five of you... and the most intense emotional disturbance ever.

You could feel someone watching you. You could sense their gaze on you, trained on your body and your movements. But, you knew that you were safe. All of your friends were just out the door, and you knew they would never hurt you.

Turning around, you stared at the closet across from your room, clenching your jaw before slowly moving towards it. You were quick to wrench it open, heart squeezing upon finding nothing or nobody there. For good measure, you seperated the hangers of clothes, sighing when you saw no one.

Facing back to the bed, you internally scolded yourself before pulling a shirt over your exposed body, except for your bra. You then pulled on a pair of sleeping shorts, quickly leaving your room and heading into the laundry.

Soon, you ventured back into the living room, finding all of your friends in one piece, laughing and smiling. Grinning to yourself, you walked into the kitchen, finding Ethan by the counter. His hands and knuckles were white, straining against the skin and you stared at him in concern.

"Ethan...?" you called softly, flinching slightly when he spun around. His eyes were wide, brows drawn into a frown and blush coating his face. He looked frazzled. You moved forward, quickly holding your hands out to his cheeks, cupping them in a gentle manner. "Ethan, are you okay?"

The curly-haired boy gazed at you in such a way it had your eyes widening, feeling yourself falter under his stare. "I-... I'm fine," he finally mumbled, a small smile lifting at his pink lips. "I'm just fine. Thank you..."

"Of course," you chuckled, moving to step backwards when you suddenly felt his hands travel up to your arms. He held them in place, forcing you to continue holding onto his cheeks, and a slight gasp escaped you at the sight of his heated eyes trained on your face.

"Ethan-."

"Don't," he whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against your own. "Can we just... Can we stay like this? Only for a minute."

You felt your eyes close, and a soft grin come across your face. "Okay, handsome."