I Have So Many Concerts Planned This Year!! I’m So Excited!

Stu the type of dude to get absolutely fucked off his face and do some stupid shit

Bout made me sob

♟˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘I KNOW IT WON’T WORK’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: your boyfriend had become distant suddenly but confronting him about it only makes it worse

author’s note: inspired by gracie abrams’ “I know it won’t work” I LOVE THIS SONG AND GRACIE (lyrics will be in orange for reading & red for ethan !!) also you can send in requests and ideas!! #ANGST #SLIGHTSPOILERS

you looked over two seats at ethan who was quickly jotting something down in his notebook. it was a different color than his actual econ notebook and the lecture hadn’t even started yet so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

but the loud slam of the classroom door shutting snapped you out of your trance. your teacher begun the class and you watched ethan shove the notebook in his backpack through the corner of your eye. however, you completely shrugged it off once the teacher started speaking.

sitting by your friends at the park was finally a peaceful event with all the stormy clouds and rain disappearing. it seemed there were only clear skies and chirping birds around until you faced ethan.

he avoided eye contact and tried to look elsewhere. anywhere. aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to look at their girlfriends? you even reached for his hand once but after he attempted to ‘discreetly’ move his away, you gave up. for a studious little student, he really couldn’t tell how distant he became.

at first you thought it was all in your head. maybe it was the stress building up from your upcoming finals or because of the mysterious murders surrounding your neighborhood. yet your fears were confirmed when even your friends brought it up.

even chad for gods sake!

only a couple of days ago, the friend group was laughing and chattering like a bunch of middle schoolers. you guys were loud enough to be heard from miles away but there was an awkward tension once ethan started to shy away from you.

where was the sweet boy who waited in front of your dorm room for a whole hour before finally knocking and asking you out?

where was your boyfriend who would not let go of your hand while walking around parties? who followed you everywhere that some people even asked if you had a stalker!

where was the boy who messaged tara and mindy a million times about what flowers you like so you would be happy on valentine’s day!?

that boy was obviously not present because your door remained silent. no doorbells or late night knocks for a last minute sleepover.

your hands stayed untouched. the only time he almost reached for it was when he put his hands down to help him getting up and leaving.

you went to parties alone now and instead of sitting on the couch just whispering and gossiping with ethan, you sat on the stairs and waited for mindy and anika to say one of them were too wasted to party anymore.

so after finally mustering up the courage, you marched to his dorm room and knocked on the door. first chad opened the door with a little confused face, “yes?” you ignored him and invited yourself in like a hundred times you’ve done before.

“is ethan here?” you asked and took a look around the dorm. chad shut the door behind you and walked towards you, “yeah he’s in his room, are you gonna talk to him?”

you immediately looked up at him, “oh god did mindy tell you too!?” you groaned and felt like you sunk in a batch of concrete. chad let out a shy laugh, “well we’re worried about you guys, i mean you’re the SECOND best looking couple on campus.”

you lifted an eyebrow and questioned him, “and who’s the first?” “obviously me and tara,” chad answered and went to go sit on the couch. you rolled your eyes at his hubris and approached ethan’s room.

but before, you knocked.

“yes, come in,” you heard ethan say from inside and you carefully turned the bedroom doorknob. “chad if you need help in eco—” ethan turned in his spinning desk chair that you got him last year since you knew he can’t focus with moving around.

he stopped himself at the sight of you and wished he locked the door. “oh y/n. what are you doing here?” he calmly asked as if he didn’t ditch you for the last couple of weeks. you scoffed at his ignorance and shut the door to avoid any eavesdropping from chad.

ethan stayed in his chair and watched you take a seat on his nicely tidy bed. there was an immediate silence that suffocated the room before you decided to speak up first.

your words completely shattered the glass surface evident in the room, “do you still love me?” ethan looked up from ground and met your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“w-what do you mean?!” ethan exclaimed and seemed to be taken aback. “what do i mean?” you repeated. “i mean do you still love me? because you’ve been avoiding me like i’m the fucking black plague! you run away from me as if we’re literally not boyfriend and girlfriend!” you spilled out your emotions onto your so-called boyfriend.

your hand gestures were flying everywhere and all the suppressed feelings of anger and sadness came out. “so please just answer the goddamn question. please,” you pleaded for just one answer.

“y/n, i do love you. i truly do and i have but i just don’t think i can handle a relationship right now. it’s all just too much and with…econ—i can’t balance it,” ethan rambled and lied through his teeth, blaming his avoidance on fucking econ as if you weren’t in the same class.

he wasn’t hearing you out and was just piling excuses on top of excuses. you were sick of it. you wanted to have a civil conversation with him, talk it out like adults or in those cheesy romcoms where the couple makes up in the span of three minutes and a really extravagant song or romantic montage.

you could feel tears approaching the rum of your eyes but held them back with only a few managing to escape into your cheeks. “ethan, part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen because i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different,” you were the one avoiding his eyes now. those big brown eyes of his that made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.

you wiped the few tears off your face and tried to remain calm. unknown to you though was ethan’s perspective. he wanted to get up and hug you, hold you and say he was sorry. he wanted to bring a dozen roses to your doorstep every night until you forgave him.

he held back his tears and looked up at your teary-eyed face. he thought to himself, ‘cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy’ so he looked out the window and muttered, “let’s just break up.”

you bit your lip at the bitter words spit out by the boy you loved with all your heart and continued to even after this moment. you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and opened the door to escape the suddenly stuffy room.

you ran out of the dorm room, ignoring chad’s questions and words from behind you. you didn’t stop running and hoped the cold air would dry your tears before you friends could see.

out of nowhere, the skies turned grey and for the first time in weeks, there a trickle of rain. even though the distance from your apartments was less than a few minutes, it felt like forever. it started pouring and your clothes were drenched.

you thought about how stupid you were and regretted ever stepping front in his dorm room to begin with. you sat on the stairs in front of your apartment, crying and trying to catch your breath. you could barely keep your eyes open with the rain and your tears drowning you. outside it was dark and you were all alone. except you weren’t.

ethan watched you from his room. his heart ached for you and your tears and he had to restrain himself from running down to you. he clenched his jaw and breathed through his teeth as he watched you slowly get swallowed by the darkness and rain.

i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that.

brrring! brrring!

ethan turns his attention to his phone and honestly hopes it to be you but his hopes falter as he sees the number and picks up the phone. “is it all taken care of?” a voice spoke on the other line.

“yes, she’s out of the picture so we are not going to hurt her.”

Imagine having both chad and ethan use you as a cum dump over and over again tag team style<3

hi!! i adore your blog and thought of just making my first request :) sorry for not giving as much detail, i just need this trope fulfilled somehow 😭

can i please have a (very long if you could, i’m starved) gf!ethan landry x hot!popular!bff!reader? where ethan is very lowk about his friendship with reader because he doesn’t want to draw attention (jealousy etc, whatever reason you want!).

while in the party ethan asks the group where reader is because he’s concerned, and everyone is just laughing at him because they don’t believe they have any sort of relation? i’m not really sure how i want this to continue but i’d like some soft taking care of reader-smut? soft to only reader but mean gf to everyone else ethan? If you’re able to do this thank you so so much <333

hii! i’m sorry, you requested this a while ago😫 hope you like it!

yours to keep — ethan landry

word count: 2,037

pairing: gf!ethan landry x popular!fem!reader

summary: ethan helps his popular, hot best friend relax in a bathtub at a frat party.

warnings: smut (p in v, dirty talking, unprotected sex)

THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN ETHAN AND Y/N WAS SOMETHING COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED FOR THEM. It all started with a Econ assignment they had been forced to do together. At the beginning, they both groaned internally when they heard the teacher had paired them up.

Ethan had the reputation of being a mean moody guy with the face of an angel—basically the nightmare dressed like a daydream. And Y/N was Blackmore’s golden girl—hot, beloved, popular, smart and beyond sweet. Ethan used to call that bullshit, he thought Y/N was just a popular, hot, bratty rich girl who got high marks because his daddy payed a few extra hundred dollars to the teachers.

She couldn’t have been proven him more wrong. Y/N was such a sunshine that she was able to melt the psychotic murderer’s heart. Since the first day they got together for their project, he was impressed by her kind smile, patience and intelligence. Ethan couldn’t get himself to keep his poker face around her for more than ten minutes, and instead she was gifted with smiles literally no one had ever been able to see and sweet touches he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else.

It wasn’t until she met Ethan that Y/N realized how lonely she had been. She was always surrounded by people, that was something that came with popularity, but so did falseness. None of those supposed friends were interested in her well-being, they were just interested in upgrading their position in the social pyramid. And Y/N had always been okay with that, because at least she wasn’t alone. Or that’s what she thought before Ethan barged into her life and showed her how nice having someone to lean on—both in your best or worst times—was.

And Ethan felt the exact same way. When Richie died, his days turned a depressing shade of grey, and his once happy home became a void house with void people exisiting in it. Until Y/N walked into his dorm that day for the assignment and painted his days with colors he had been searching for since his brother’s death.

Y/N Y/L/N was Ethan Landry’s kryptonite. There was absolutely no one that came before her, and there was absolutely nothing Ethan wouldn’t do for her. Nothing. He would kill for her, or worse, go to parties he absolutely despised, with people he absolutely despised, just to make sure nothing happened to her. He didn’t trust frat boys, especially in places where alcohol was present.

stalker

Ethan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the text Y/N sent him. His eyes found hers across the room, and she sent a playful smile his way.

not stalking. just keeping an eye on u

that sounds exactly like stalking, stalker

btw, you look so hot in your leather jacket and your scowl

do u always flirt with people u think r stalking u?

cause then we will need to have a little chat, cause thats worrying

nope. my flirting is reserved for my fav (and only!!!) stalker <3

right answer 😉

now, go have fun. i’ll take care of u

like always, eth. that’s why i love you💖

God, didn’t he love when she sweet talked to him. Ethan could survive with only her compliments, that’s all he needed in his life.

He cared for Y/N with his whole being, and he didn’t know what he would do if something happened to her, which is why he went on a full panic mode when he lost sight of her.

Ethan couldn’t stand the people in Y/N’s group—they were always trying to please her, but didn’t have an ounce of genuine care for the girl—, yet he needed to know where she was so he forced himself to walk towards them.

“Hey, do you know where Y/N went?” Ethan asked in a neutral tone, sour look on his face.

The five people standing in front of him shared a quick glance and let out a laugh, making Ethan’s barely non-existence patience vanish. “Why would we tell you that? It’s none of your business.” one of the guys said, looking at him with a disgusted expression.

Right. Their friendship was a secret they had been keeping for months. Y/N always said she didn’t care about his unpopularity or his reputation of being an insufferable teacher’s pet with temper problems, but Ethan didn’t want to affect Y/N’s image—or that was the best excuse he could come up with.

Truth was, Ethan didn’t want his sister and father to know about Y/N. He knew them, and was sure they would consider her a liability. They would think she was distracting him from their plan, and that would put her life at risk. And Ethan would rather die than allow them to lay a finger on his precious girl. So he convinced Y/N to hide their friendship.

“Just fucking tell me where she is.” Ethan clenched his jaw, and something so dark and scary flashed through his eyes that Y/N’s friends couldn’t help but shiver.

“She’s in the bathroom” one of her friends replied in a thin voice. Ethan gave them a nod and went to find his girl.

His fists were clenched on his sides, he was absolutely fuming. Those ‘friends’ of hers didn’t know if Ethan’s intentions were good or not, and yet one menacing look is all it took for them to give Y/N’s location away. They didn’t give a shit about her, and that made him burn in anger.

He found the only bathroom with a close door, so he knocked on the door hoping Y/N was there and okay.

“Go away!” he heard the unmistakable voice of his friend. Ethan opened the door slightly, catching her groan.

“It’s me” he spoke up. “Can I come inside?”

“I’m on the pill, so yeah” she joked. Her words amused him as much as they turned him on—just the thought of him buried deep inside her was too arousing.

“Funny” Ethan said as he entered the bathroom. Y/N was sitting inside the large tub, with her legs hanging from the edge. “What are you doing?”

“My head hurts and I’m tired of people talking and asking me to dance.” she replied. “Sit with me.”

“Don’t you want me to take you home?” Ethan asked sitting next to her in the cold marble surface.

The sides of their bodies were pressed against each other and Y/N rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder “No, I’m okay here.”

The boy set his hand on his friend’s thigh, drawing circles in the soft skin. She hummed in content, Ethan’s touch was the most relaxing thing she had ever known. “You like that?”

“Yeah” she nodded against his shoulder. “I just wanted to stop thinking about exams for a few hours, relax a bit, but a party was not a great choice. Should’ve stayed at home with you.”

“Tomorrow we’re just going to stay in bed watching movies” Ethan said, almost like an order. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. “I’m hiding your textbooks, so you have no choice.”

Y/N laughed. “Thank you, Eth. I really need to de-stress”

And idea popped into his head, and before he could think about the consequences, he started to slowly descend his hand that had been placed on her mid thigh. Y/N’s breath hitched as he caressed her skin, very close to her, now throbbing, sex.

The aroused girl lift her head from Ethan’s shoulder to look at him, finding he had already been watching her with lustful eyes. “Is this okay?”

“It’s not enough” she whispered before moving his hand to the place between her thighs. The curly-haired boy let out a groan when his fingers brushed against her soaked panties.

“Are you going to let me take care of you? Help you take out all your stress? Cloud your mind and body with so much pleasure that you forget about everything but me?” his hot breath against her ear send electric waves to her pussy, and her hips moved against his hand trying to find friction. “Please answer me, baby.”

“Yes, Eth. I need you. I want you, wanted you for so long.” she grabbed him from the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. His chapped lips met her soft ones covered in gloss.

“Strawberry” muttered the boy, the fruity taste invading his mouth.

“Y’like it?” she questioned in a murmur.

“I’m obsess with it, I’m obsessed with you” he answered, dragging her thigh to the other side of his leg so that Y/N was straddling him. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

“I love you, Eth.”

“I love you too, gorgeous” Ethan lifted up the hem of her black sparkly dress, and took it off at a painfully slow pace, leaving Y/N in only her panties. Her breasts, now fully uncovered and right in front of his face, made his mouth water. Ethan didn’t hesitate to capture one of her nipples in his mouth as he squeezed her other one with his big hand.

Y/N bit her lip, was it possible to cum just by the feeling of her breasts being estimulated? A few minutes ago, she would’ve said no, now she wasn’t so sure. Ethan’s hands and mouth did some kind of magic. But her heat was pulsing, demanding attention, so she directed her fingers towards her cunt. Pushing the lacy fabric aside, she started pleasuring herself.

Sensing the movements, Ethan looked down and his dick almost exploded in his pants. “Fuck, baby. Couldn’t you have waited five fucking minutes?”

“Sorry, Eth. It hurt”

He couldn’t pretend he was mad. The sight of her dream girl straddling his lap, with her nipple attached to his mouth, as she touched herself and moaned his name was more than he could’ve wished for.

“This is better than in my dreams” although that was exactly what he was thinking, he hadn’t been the one who said it. It came from her sweet swollen lips.

“You dream about me?” Ethan asked, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/N watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his dick out of his boxers.

“Every night” she answered. Just one second after she inserted two fingers inside her, Ethan took them out to put them in his mouth, tasting her. “You’re so hot” Y/N whimpered. “Can I ride you?”

With mouth agape, he nodded. When Y/N sinked down on his length, he was sure he had reached heaven. Scratch that, he bet not even heaven felt that good. He wanted the sight of Y/N’s doe eyes getting glossy as she bounced on his dick tattooed on his mind. “Holy shit, it’s like you were made for me.”

“I’m so full, Eth. You’re so big” her hands squeezed his shoulders as she fastened her rhythm. His fingers gripped her hips so strongly he was sure it was going to leave marks. “I can feel all of you, oh my god.”

“You take me so fucking well, Y/N/N. Such a good girl for me.” he raised his hips, reaching her g-spot. Y/N squirmed and a scream left her mouth unintentionally. “Is that the spot, baby?”

“Ethan please, do it again” she begged, and he complied. “Just like that. I love you. Fuck. Want your cum inside me.”

“Fuck, yes. Do you enjoy being split apart by your best friend’s dick?” he moaned when he felt her clench around him.

His dirty talking encouraged her to ride him even faster. “Yes. Want you inside of me all the time.”

“Don’t worry, baby. From now on, I’m going to make sure you get what you need every day. I love you.”

“Love you” she moaned against his lips. “I’m coming.”

“Come all over my cock, make a mess for me.”

Y/N swirled her hips while Ethan raised his. Their lips connected in one sloppy kiss as the pleasure took over their bodies. Y/N’s shaky frame collapsed on Ethan’s chest. “You’ve officially ruin other men for me.”

“You really think there are going to be other men? How sweet. You’re mine, Y/N.” he growled, and she knew she was absolutely ready for round two.

Y/N smiled and pressed her lips on his sweaty forehead. “Just yours.”

Sorry for being 100 years old. Bitch

Tbh this be me and my girl best friend👀👀

boys having sex like

Marko: *spits in Paul’s mouth*

Paul: ..did you go to macdonalds without me?

I’m not even going to lie, most of my daydreams about the lost boys end up with me dying only because I’m too much of a whore for them to keep me with them.

my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality

► 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

⭢ In which: you become ghostface newest target but figure out who’s been behind it all the whole time which shocks you, you loved ethan but he was so obsessed, maybe you were his everything.

☆ | Warning(s): blood , gore , death , suggestive language

☆ | note: when I saw Jack champion as Ethan Landry? I became obsessed recently. now I have a huge obsession with his character. and you will too ;)

☆ | gender: she/her (reader)

You had love for Ethan. you really did. but when it came down to certain things you didn’t like talking about, he dropped the topic. and that’s what you appreciated about him.

But also, he was crazy about you. feral if that’s what you wanna call it. very protective — yes he has that shy demeanor but when you actually take a good look at him in this moment? you can see he isn’t that innocent. if he can kill, he can do much more.

You just saw him twist someone’s guts. why wasn’t it obvious to you before? he was part of the killings. as well as Quinn and their father. the whole family was crazy, Sam got you tangled all into this but it wasn’t her fault you agreed to this anyways.

At the moment you were standing in the middle of Tara and Sam as they were surrounded by the family of Richie. you could see the anger and rage in their eyes. you get it, they lost their brother due to sam killing him. but he was so obsessed with the movies, it was his fault. not hers.

"He was obsessed with the movies! it wasn’t like sam had a choice. he attacked her first, what was she supposed to do? not fight back in her defense?" you questioned, your arm was still bleeding from when Quinn ‘accidentally’ stabbed you.

Ethan turned to you, "you’re really going to let that bitch put that in your pretty little mind? she’s the one in the wrong. Richie did nothing wrong! nothing! And she fucking killed him without any regret. she’s just like her damn father." Tara put a hand on your shoulder but Ethan glared at her.

"Don’t. don’t you fucking touch her!" Ethan yelled, Tara pushed you behind her while staring down Ethan, “No, no you stay the fuck away from her!” she yelled back, Ethan kept glaring at her.

"You keep gettin’ in the way. but I’m gonna fix that real soon, Tara." Ethan threatened, you backed away in fear. what happened to the Ethan you once loved and knew? what happened to the shy Ethan? the dorky one?

He then looked over at you with a smile, he looked at the blood on the knife and realized it was yours. his face turned into one of concern.

"Oh, baby I’m sorry if I hurt you. it wasn’t even aimed at you, it was for Sam. but here, cause Y’know, I love you so much." Ethan said with a crazed laugh.

He licked the blood from the knife, moaning while he did so which caught you off guard. Tara looked at him like he was crazy, what the actual hell was wrong with him..?

"Run!" Sam yelled, Tara grabbed your hand and the both of you started running, you were inside the museum of all the ghostface items and things every person was killed with, you slipped but returned your footing and dashed up the stairs.

"Are you really trying to take what’s mines, Tara?" You heard Ethan say in a low voice — and it scared you, if you were honest. a shiver ran down your spine.

You kept running and leaned against the railing, which broke and caused you to nearly fall. but Tara and Sam were quick to grab you by the wrist and stop you from falling all the way down. but you were hanging and nearly almost done for.

"My hands are slipping, just let go!" you said, Tara felt tears fall from her eyes as she started sobbing, "just hang on okay? just hold our hands, it’s gonna be okay." Sam reassured.

You screamed when a hand grabbed you by the ankle, "help! get off me! someone help!" you continued to yell. Tara held your hand tightly.

She saw Ethan at the bottom with his knife in his hand, a smirk plastered on his lips as he sucked your blood off his fingers.

"You heard her. now you’re hearing me. let her go, Tara." Ethan said with a low growl, "go to hell!" Sam screamed while glaring down at him.

Then your hand slipped, "shit, (Y/n) no!" Tara screamed, you fell to the ground with a thud and groaned in pain. you hurried and crawled away, but Ethan grabbed you by the legs and dragged you back, "No, no, no!" you yelled, looking for any weapon you could find close.

He turned you around and looked down at you with a crazed smile, his eyes glossing a bit because he had you right where he wanted you.

you were all his.

"Ethan, please. please don’t kill me, please." you begged, this must’ve triggered something in him because he went stiff, a frown on his lips appearing.

He cupped your cheek, "baby..why would you think I’d hurt you? wh..what? no, never. once this is all over you can leave with me, my dad, and sister. we wouldn’t have to worry about anything, it’ll be just us. ‘kay baby?" Ethan said while placing a kiss to your cheek.

you continued to sob, you tried pushing him away but you knew nothing was going to work. you were his and only his. It’s not like you didn’t mind it but you didn’t want it this way.

"Shh, my pretty baby. it’s gonna be okay." he whispered in your ear, something sharp stung you in the neck, you realized it was a needle — wha- what? why did he..?

Your eyes felt droopy, "’ts gonna be okay baby, I promise you." then you went limp in his arms. he got you exactly where he wanted you.

in his arms and only his arms. you were so good to him, no one was ever like that to him before. you were different — completely. that’s why he loved you so so so much.

nobody could take that away from him. not even family.

Note: Part two or..? I think this is good, amazing even. I really love the character so here’s my dedication to our precious bby Ethan & jack :))

When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.