From:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_Y8oiAmu3s

From: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_Y8oiAmu3s

➪the one where ethan falls in love with you from the moment he saw you. (requested)

Warnings: blood, mentions of blood, death, mentions of death, character death, angst AF, you've been warned, this is really sad, happy endings don't exist here, oh and swearing

Word Count: 4.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started with a tap on the shoulder from Quinn.

Ethan turned around and greeted his ‘friend’ with a smile and a nod of his head. When he turned his body to the figure beside her, he was sure his heart skipped a beat. Y/e/c eyes met his and instantly he was drawn to you. In one quick movement, he rid himself of the knight headpiece and held it in his hand, watching as your eyes took him in. 

He did the same to you, looking you up and down and sucking in a breath at your attire. The dark red skirt you wore matched the cropped shirt, the linings a pure white fabric. Across your chest was the word ‘CHEER’ and if that didn’t make your costume obvious enough, the high ponytail and adidas you wore surely did. 

“Ethan, this is my friend, Y/n. Remember when I told you about her?” Quinn asked, giving him a look and right away he felt his chest tighten. You were the friend that had gotten too caught up in the lives of Tara and Mindy? You were the one she was planning on killing some time before she gets to do the same to the sisters? 

“Yeah,” he hesitantly answered her, returning her look with wide eyes. “Yeah, I remember.”

You stood between the friends, rocking awkwardly on your heels. “Y/n, this is Ethan,” Quinn finished the introduction, pushing you towards him. “And he’s going to hang out with you tonight while I go back home and….busy myself.”

Ethan gave her a disgusted look but quickly covered it up by clearing his throat. “We’ll talk later, right?” He held eye contact with her and she squinted at him before giving him a tight lipped smile. 

“Yeah, sure,” she hummed before turning to you, placing a hand on your arm. “Have fun! I’ll see you later.”

It was clear that this was part of her plan. She wasn’t dressed in a costume, with the exception of the black cape she wore over a red tank top and dark jeans, so she wasn’t there for the party. She came with you just so she can dump you on him so she could go back home and have a night alone with her boyfriend. 

Ethan turned back to you, making you quickly look away from him in hopes you didn’t get caught checking him out. He noticed, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he held his free hand out to you, grinning at your shyness. “It’s nice to meet you,”

When you looked up at him again, you let your tense shoulders drop and took his hand. You can’t help but notice the size difference, how his hand covered yours completely, and it sets butterflies loose all over your body. “Nice to meet you,”

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan also noticed just how small you were compared to him, and that by itself was enough to make him feel the overwhelming need to protect you and put a stop to his sister’s plans.

-

It continued with quiet begs.

Behind Quinn’s closed door, he stood in front of where she sat on her bed, looking up at him with crossed arms. “This wasn’t part of the plan, Ethan,”

“Change the plan,” he said desperately, covered from his shoulders down by the black robe. “Please, Quinn, don’t touch her. Please.”

His sister rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath. “You’re such a boy,” she muttered. “Falling for the first girl who shows interest in you.”

Ethan held back the snarky reply that nearly slipped out and instead waited for her to continue, a hopeful glint in his eyes. 

She saw the desperation on his face and groaned again, giving in. “Fine,” she muttered. “I suppose she is the only person I can tolerate in the group. But what will you do if she finds out that you’re one of the killers?”

Ethan’s whole body tenses up at the question. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. What would he do if you found out the truth about him? “I’ll figure it out,” he waved it off and stepped closer to her, playing it up as if that was the least of his worries, when in reality, the thought of you seeing this side of him terrified him. “But promise me you’ll leave her alone.”

“I said fine,” she repeated, pushing herself into a lying position. “But you better find a way to convince dad, too. That’s all on you.”

Ethan thanked her and grabbed the mask from where it was hidden in a bag beside the bed. “Are you ready?” He asks, holding the worn out mask in his hands.

Quinn nodded but before she got into position she sat up quickly, giving him a stern look. “Make sure you rough her up a bit,” she said and Ethan shook his head almost immediately. 

“What? No,”

“Yes, you have to make it believable,” she pressed, laying back down on the pillows while grabbing her phone. “If she’s the only one who is left untouched after tonight, it’ll draw too much attention.”

Ethan processed her words. She was right, but he didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to cause any harm to you, let alone make you bleed. 

Quinn sensed this and sighed. “Look, it doesn’t have to be too hard or too much,” she said, trying to ease him into it. “Just…cut her a bit. Make sure she bleeds just enough to not bring attention to her.”

At that, Ethan hesitantly nodded and gave his sister a tight lipped smile before putting the mask on.

-

What followed were subtle hints. 

Class was done for the day, and you decided to not waste the rest of it indoors and hiding from the killer. 

Instead, you wanted to be surrounded by people so you had a less likely chance of getting caught, or killed. 

You were in the park, a couple of books opened in front of you on the picnic table. Studying was hard to do before this mess, and it proved to be even harder to do during it. 

Sitting across from you was Ethan, who had never felt  more tense and nervous in his entire life. He also had a few books open in front of him, but unlike you, he wasn’t paying any attention to them at all. 

His eyes were on you while his leg bounced under the table, his nerves beginning to eat him alive.

As you skimmed through the physics textbook, attempting to distract yourself from what was set to happen tonight, you didn’t glance up at your boyfriend, who was becoming paler by the second. 

Later in the evening, you, Tara, Ethan, Sam, Mindy, Chad and Kirby were planning on locking Ghostface in the old theater and executing him or her. To say you were terrified would be an understatement, but you were trying to keep your cool and remain as calm as possible.

Ethan, however, could no longer keep quiet. “I don’t want you to come tonight,” he said, making you look up at him with furrowed brows. 

His words took you by surprise and you slowly closed the book, sliding it to the side as you gave him your full attention. “Why?”

“You could get hurt,” it was a stupid excuse. Everyone would likely be getting hurt tonight, including him, but he couldn’t think of another reason. He knew you and he knew you wouldn’t leave your friends to fight this battle by themselves, but that didn’t stop him from asking you to skip this one out. 

“You could get hurt, too,” you point out, proving to him that his excuse was pretty much invalid. “We could all get hurt, or worse.”

Ethan shakes his head quickly, putting his hands on the table as the frustration begins to take over his body. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, looking around at the other students that paid the couple no mind. “If something happens to you tonight, something that I could’ve prevented…I don’t know what I’d do.”

You gave him a sad smile, reaching over and placing one of your hands on his. “Ethan,” you sigh his name, making his chest tighten at the fact that he was fighting a losing battle. “I feel that way about you, too. It terrifies me to think that one of us could die tonight, let alone get hurt. Think of it this way; if I asked you to stay home tonight, would you?”

I can’t he answered in his head. I have to make sure my sister doesn’t kill you. 

At his lack of response, you squeeze his hand, bringing it up to your mouth and kissing the back of it. “We just need to stick together, okay?”

Ethan held your hand tighter and nodded, fully prepared to do anything in his power to stop you from getting on that subway train with him.

-

What happened next was a massive fail on his part.

In his attempt to split you up from the rest of the group, he accidentally split up Mindy as well. Now he was ten minutes behind the others, with you tucked protectively under his arm, and Mindy a fair distance away from the two of you as her suspicion of him seemed to grow by the minute. 

The flickering lights did nothing to calm your racing heart. You tuck yourself further under Ethan’s arm, needing to feel protected for just a minute or two before you throw yourself in the lion’s den. Except in this case, it was a locked theater and instead of a lion, it was a cold blooded killer. 

A few minutes passed, and once Mindy moved another meter or so away from the two of you, Ethan leaned down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “It’s almost time,” he informed you. “Last chance to do me the biggest favor ever by not getting off with us at the stop.”

When he pulls back, you chase after him and connect your lips in a chaste kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before you’re pulling away and nudging your forehead against his. “I’m staying,” you tell him for what you hoped would be the final time. 

The lights continued to flicker and you noticed that they stayed off for a bit longer than usual, making you furrow your brows. Just as you were about to question what the hell was wrong with them, Ethan was pulling away from you with a curse leaving his mouth. 

You watch as he rushes towards a bleeding Mindy, wrapping his arm around her and helping her stand up. He takes her off the train and sits her against a beam, calling out for someone to call 911. 

All while this was happening, he finally realized that you were no longer next to him. This makes him look up in sheer panic, his eyes meeting yours as you back further into the train. 

In your mind, he was safer here than he would be with you. He would be with Mindy, both of them far away from the killer who would be at the theater. This was you protecting him.

Within seconds Ethan was standing up and bolting it to the closing doors, leaving Mindy with no hesitation. They successfully separated you from him and you give him a sad smile once it begins moving again. He yells something to you and starts to chase after it, ultimately losing sight of it as it disappeared in the darkness. 

“Fuck,” he yelled, tugging on his hair before taking off in a sprint to the nearest staircase. 

-

It ended in blood. 

A lot of it. 

You watch in horror as the killer stabbed Chad repeatedly in the chest, arms and back before letting his body fall to the floor. When they turned to you, Sam grabbed both yours and Tara’s hands as she began to run back towards the shrine. 

There, you run into Kirby, who you had lost all trust for due to what Bailey had told you about her history. “One of them knocked me out,” she struggled to say as she moved closer. Your heart fell at the mention of there being more than one killer, but could you really trust her words? Before she could continue, she raised her gun and pointed it behind the three of you, aiming directly for Bailey. “What are you doing?”

“Did you kill Quinn?” He asked, copying her stance and pointing his own gun at her. “Did you kill my daughter?”

“Jesus Christ,” Kirby yelled, tears gathering in her eyes as she looked between you, Tara and Sam. “Whatever he’s been saying to you, don’t listen to him. He’s probably the killer.”

As soon as she said that, Ghostface runs up behind him and Kirby screams at Bailey in a warning, one he doesn’t believe as he shoots her twice without hesitating. The killer stopped beside him, looking at him through the mask. “Great job,” he said as another Ghosface stood to his left. “Both of you.”

“You?” Tara asked, hearing him snicker in response. 

“Of course,” he said. “I expected more from you after what you did to us.” 

“Us?” Sam questions and watches as the person to his right took off their mask, or rather, took off her mask. 

At the sight of Quinn being alive and well, you all stood in shock as she smirked. “You look surprised,”

“Yeah, because you died,” Tara gasped.

“I kinda didn’t, though,” she said and looked at the remaining killer, glaring at the mask they wore. “Thanks for taking so long, by the way. I had to kill Chad all by myself. I thought you were looking forward to doing that.”

Both you and the sisters, as well as Bailey and Quinn waited for them to take the mask off and reveal their identity, something you wish you could’ve prepared yourself for. 

Raising their hands, the person takes the mask off and the face behind it has your heart falling to the floor, tears flooding your eyes and all the air leaving your body. “Ethan?” Tara said in shock and the name triggered the first of many tears as they began falling down your face.

Shaking your head, you back away and drop the brick Sam gave you as a weapon, a silent sob ripping through your mouth. “No,”

While Quinn wore a proud smirk, Ethan wore the exact opposite. His eyes were clouded with guilt, his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensing up. He looked at the blood that covered your arm from when Quinn sliced a decent sized mark up your skin, your grey long sleeved shirt now a dark red. “Bet you didn’t see that one coming,” she teased, twirling the knife in her hand as Ethan stepped forward. 

“Y/n,” the sound of your name leaving his mouth had your eyes squeezing shut, making you miss the way Bailey’s arm reached out and stopped his son from going over to you. 

“Now, son,” he said, giving the younger man a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. “Don’t let a girl you hardly know take away your focus on the task at hand.”

Quinn gave her brother a nod, walking around their dad to place her hands on his shoulders. “He’s right, Eth,” she pressed her fingers into his tense shoulders. “She’s not worth it. I told you that she never was.”

“No,” Ethan said it in the same tone you did, shaking his head and closing his eyes. 

Quinn inhaled angrily, looking between her two family members. “You can’t save her, Ethan,” she dropped her comforting voice and began to speak more sternly. “She’s as dead as those two bitches beside her.”

Sam glared at her while Tara reached her hand back, signaling for you to take it. You did, refusing to look at the three killers in front of you while the two sisters hid you behind them. “She has nothing to do with us,” Tara said, her eyes never leaving Bailey’s in case he made any sudden moves. “Leave her out of this.”

“Yeah, it’s us you want, right?” Sam asked and watched as both Bailey and Quinn nodded while Ethan remained still. “So leave her alone. Keep her out of this.”

Quinn laughed, stepping away from her brother and inching closer to the three of you. “You two are dumber than I thought,” she said, running her gloved finger over the blade. “Are you that stupid? She’s seen our faces. She knows us. She has to die, just like how the two of you have to.” 

“You’ll suffer for what you did to my boy,” Bailey says tearfully, finally showing another emotion besides rage. At Sam’s confused face, he continued. “You killed him.”

Sam’s eyes widened when she realized who he was talking about. “Richie?” 

The name makes Quinn’s face shift into a look of anger, while Ethan finally tears his eyes away from you to glance at Sam. “You killed my brother,” Quinn seethed. “And now I’m going to kill you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she was rushing forward and slicing at Tara, who moved out of the way and instead made the knife cut through the skin of your other arm. 

Chaos broke out after that. Tara swung her arm up and slammed the brick into the side of Quinn’s face, knocking her to the ground instantly. Bailey pointed his gun at you once Sam ran to help her sister, but before he could pull the trigger, Ethan finally broke out of his daze and tackled his father to the ground, making him shoot up at the ceiling. 

The sound of a gun going off makes you jump and run to hide behind one of the benches, ducking down so you are out of sight. You really did have no business being involved in this.

Ethan and Bailey struggle for a moment before he is able to take the gun from his father and throw it towards the stage, making another shot go off that nearly hits Quinn. “Ethan, what the fuck?!” She yells at him, looking around for her brother and father. Her mouth was bleeding and the sight of a couple of her teeth on the ground had her seeing red. 

Bailey recovered a few seconds later and sat up, ready to scold his son on the betrayal. Except Ethan was no longer with him. 

The hand that covered your mouth made your eyes widened and you began thrashing around when you felt an arm wrap around your body. Ethan shushes you and you wish you felt as safe with him as you did on the train, but your shaking body gave away how you really felt. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to you and you shook your head, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pulling his hand away from your mouth.

“You’re fucking crazy!” You whisper-yell at him. “You’re a fucking killer!”

“I know! I know, just, please,” he matched your tone and peeked his head up, seeing that his sister and father were looking for him, knives held tightly in their hands. “Please, believe me when I say I was never, ever going to hurt you. It wasn’t part of the plan.”

“The plan?” Your eyes widened even more as you tried to push his arm off you. It was a failed attempt as he was a lot stronger than you, and his body was running on pure adrenaline at the reality that you no longer trusted him. “This was all part of some fucking plan? What, you were supposed to make me think that you’re a good guy just so you could stab me in the back?”

“No! No, baby, please, listen to me,” he reached up to brush your hair out of your face, turning your head so you were looking in his eyes. “I could never hurt you, I’d never do that. I had to convince Quinn to leave you alone because I fell in love with you and the thought of you getting hurt was enough to drive me insane.”

“There’s no driving you insane, Ethan,” you muttered. “You’re already fucking insane.” Before you could get any other words out, you were grabbed by your arm and thrown to the floor, your head hitting off the edge of a display case. 

“Fuck,” Ethan cursed as he stood up and watched as his dad towered over you. He lifted you into the air by your neck, making you choke out raspy breaths. Your hands wrap around his arm as your legs begin to kick at anything they could, your eyes widening at the interrupted air flow. “Dad, stop!”

Ethan ran over to the display case that held the knife Charlie used on Kirby, his heart falling to the floor at the thought of what he had to do next. 

You let out a strangled scream when he plunged a knife into your stomach, your nails digging into his arm. It didn’t seem to faze him at all as he retracted the knife and was about to stab you again before his own eyes widened in shock at the searing burn in his side. 

He let go of you, making you fall to the floor in pain as he turned to face Ethan, who pulled the knife out of his side. “Y-you?” Bailey muttered, betrayal lacing his voice. 

Ethan didn’t reply as he lifted the knife again, this time shoving it deep into his father’s neck, and watched as he fell to his knees. Bailey mumbled something that was incoherent before falling on his side with blood beginning to pool around him.

“Ethan!” Quinn called from her place on the balcony with Sam and Tara. “What did you do?!” 

He looked up at her with guilt in his eyes before Sam picked up the gun and shot her in the head, successfully killing her. Ethan quickly looked away and back at you, who was leaning against the side of the bench, your hands pressing against your stomach. At the sight of your blood seeping through your fingers, Ethan made a move to rush over to you, not noticing that Kirby was slowly getting up and reaching for her gun.

When she saw his fast movements towards a bleeding and crying you, she fired the gun and shot him in the chest. He stopped instantly, his hands coming up to press against the hole in his chest as he fell to his knees, identical to how his father fell just moments before. 

Your eyes fill with tears once more when you realized what happened, and they meet his for a brief second before he falls onto his back. “No,” you whispered, wincing at the pain you felt when you began crawling to him. “No, no no no, Ethan.”

You collapse next to him, watching as tears form in his eyes and his still glove-covered hand weakly reaches out to you. You grab it, lacing your fingers together and holding your joined hands close to your chest. “I’m so..I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, blood beginning to pool in his mouth. 

With your freehand, you reach up to brush away the curls that rested against his forehead, sniffling quietly. “Thank you,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe his racing heart. “For saving my life.”

Ethan let a single tear fall as he watched you cry above him. “It was easy, falling for you. I could’ve loved you forever,” he managed to say as he felt all his energy leave his body. His words make even more tears fall as you remain silent, tightening your hold on his hand. “It wouldn’t have been long enough.” 

His voice was quiet, but it wasn’t as quiet as Tara and Sam, who watched from above with pity. It also wasn’t quiet enough so that Kirby, who was sitting on the steps of the stage with the slightest bit of remorse in her eyes, couldn’t hear him. 

As soon as the words left his mouth, a bit of blood dripped from his lips as his head fell to the side and his eyes closed. You squeezed his hand in yours, leaning down to press your head against his chest as you cried silently.

Sam grabs Tara’s hand as they walk towards the stairs, knowing exactly how you were feeling. Her heart hurt for you as you were a lot younger than her and still had to go through what she did not too long ago.

Minutes passed before you lifted your head and looked at the lifeless face of your now ex-boyfriend. A few more tears leave your eyes as you place his hand on his stomach, forcing yourself to let go of it afterwards, and caressing the side of his face. 

For a final goodbye, you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, and wiped away the single tear that rolled down his face when you pulled away.

👉👈

IS ANYONE ELSE’S TIKTOK NOT POSTING THEIR VIDS? LIKE ALL MINE DOES IS IT SAYS IT WAS UPLOADED BUT WHEN I LOOK THERE IS NOTHING THERE.. WTF IS HAPPENING BRO MY TIKTOK IS MY LIFE IM BOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING PANIC ATFACK BRB

I've said it before and I'll say it again

SPIKE WAS UNDERUSED 🗣️🗣️🗣️

He's such a cool concept!!