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“Baby.. I want you to eat. It’s okay.” Ethan slightly tilts his neck to your view so you can feed on him. “Please..”

“Mm.. I- I love you..” he whimpers those words as you feed on his neck. “I love you.. too..”

Ethan didn’t really mind this. In fact, he enjoyed it. He had always told you about his fantasies and this being one of them made him excited. You never wanted to tell him because you thought he would react weird but he found out himself one day.

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“Hey.. please come out.. I’m worried about you, don’t you miss me?” The shy boy whined against the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yeah, I’ll be a second Ethan,” you say while chewing on your arm to satisfy your hunger. “You don’t sound okay, I just wanna help you-“ His sentence is cut off by a burst through the door and he sees you feeding on your arm with drops of blood on the floor.

“Oh shit.” You freeze. “What are you-“ He stops abruptly in his tracks. He sees a look in your eyes, something he can’t name. Desire, perhaps?

“Baby.. I just wanna help you, why are you doing this to yourself?” You stare into his brown eyes as he looks at you softly with a hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong, you don’t look so good pretty girl..”

“Ethan I’m fine, I’m just so… hungry.” You say that last word with so much intensity that it causes him to step back.

“No.. c’mon I’ll help you with whatever’s wrong just-“ You bite down on his neck, your hands grabbing his curls.

“N-ngh…” He whimpers softly. You want to keep going but it wouldn’t be good for him. “I-I’m so sorry-“ He pulls you back and pushes your head into his neck. “Do it. Eat me.. please baby..” He says it with so much longing that it’s almost impossible to say no to him. “O-okay..” You hesitantly say. “D-don’t stop.. hah..”

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“Stupid bitch.” He kicks the body of the man he just stabbed brutally onto the wet concrete. He pulls out his phone and he dials a number. “Baby.. I got another one, I’ll be there soon okay? I love you pretty girl..” The person on the other end hangs up and he hides the body in the trunk of his car and starts making his way to an apartment. One of the nicest ones in the city.

“I’m homeeee!” He sees you watching a movie on the TV. One of his favorite ones actually.

“Hi Ethan. I missed you..” You pull him into a tight hug and he picks you up into his strong arms. You trace a faint scar on his bicep.

“Missed you more, my love..” “You hungry?” He says, expecting you to say yes. “I always am. So.. where is it?”

“It’s in my car. Stay here and I’ll get it for you my love, just make sure to open the window when I text you to? Okay?” “Okay.. hurry up though, I’m so hungry.. for you too.” You wink at him and he blushes, quickly running out the door.

Ethan was a nice boy, you thought. Whenever you were hungry, he would always go out of his way to get you what you needed, it was sweet of him. He would do anything you asked him to as long as you stood by his side, which you did. Suddenly, your phone lights up.

Ethan <3: open the window lol…… 9:27pm
You: and what if i don’t? 9:29pm
Ethan <3: u better open it rn cmonnnn :c i miss ur touch….!!! 9:32pm

You opened the fire escape window to see your boyfriend with a dorky smile on his face and a body bag in his hands. “…Let me in?”

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“I hope you liked what I brought for you.. would do anything for you my angel.” He strokes your hair gently like you’re the most precious thing in the world. His angel.

“You’re so sweet Ethan, thank you, I love you..” You pull him into a kiss that is all teeth and desire. He bites your lip which you let out a soft whimper and you can feel his grin. “You like that, hm?” “Y-yes..”

You’re out of breath and you’re about to pull away, when he picks you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. He drags you to your shared bed and he gently sets you down and kisses you softly, like his angel.

“Ethan.. um.. I wanna do it.”

He pulls away from you, acting almost shocked. “What?”

“You heard me. Yes or no?”

“Um- I- yeah. I mean yeah if you really want to, I mean I want to so I’m just making sure you’re-“

You don’t let him say another word as you pull him back in for another kiss again. He melts right into your arms with a soft groan and he loops his strong arms around your waist. You feel a hand coming up to your sweats, untying the knot and your sweats sliding off of your body.

You giggle. “Needy, are we?”

“Shut up.” He says firmly, which surprises because usually Ethan is basically on his knees for you, it seems like it’s the opposite this time. You do as you’re told as Ethan works his magic on you.

He slides your panties off and he stares at you for a moment. “..You ready babe?” You have to think about it for a second, he again stares at you expectantly. “..Yeah. I’m ready.”

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He smiles at you, then unties his own sweats as well, slightly pushing his dick inside you. “Hah.. you ready for me angel?”

Ethan pushes all of him inside you and you let out a gasp. “Can’t take it? Well I want you to. Take all of me baby, you’re doing so good..”

He kisses you roughly while thrusting himself in and out of you, which causes you to let out a moan. That’s what he wants to hear from you.

“Good girl.. you’re doing so good for me princess, hm?” He follows that with a smirk and you want him to do things to you.

Suddenly you bite his neck, blood practically pouring onto the white sheets. “Mmph.. that hurts, but I like it. I like you..” He moves closer so you can bite into him deeper and deeper, he lets out the loudest sounds but you enjoy it.

You feel him push deeper and deeper “I- haha.. Ethan I can’t take it.. baby please..”

“Yes you fucking can. Be a good girl for me and take my cock. Okay? You gonna do that for me?” He breathes heavily into your neck while gripping onto your waist. He looks so pretty like this, all flushed and crazy eyed above you. “O-okay.. It just hurts a bit..”

“That’s fine. I’ll go slower for you, m’kay?” He says softly. It’s cute how he can switch from demanding to sweet. “Okay. I love you by the way.” You smile after saying that, then he laughs into your neck. “I love you too darling.. can I keep going?” “Yup.”

He thrusts himself into you once more and you both let out different series of sounds. You’re sure that you would be waking everyone up in the apartment. “You’re so good for me, hm? You wanna come inside me now?”

“Y-yeah.. c-can I cum? N-ngh.. ahah.. please? I’m such a good boy for you..” He’s so gone for you.

You grip onto his hair and you smile mischievously. “Yeah, you’re so good for me Ethan.. hold on one second, m’kay?” “Wait n-no.. I can’t hold on, please?” He pants heavily and lets out a whimper.

You think for a second while he looks at you expectantly with his puppy eyes looking down at you. “Okay.”

With one final thrust, he comes inside you, some of it spilling onto the white sheets of the bed.

He breathes and pants heavily into your neck, still holding onto your waist with a tight grip. You’re almost certain you would have bruises later from the way he was holding you while fucking you.

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“I love you, you know that? I wouldn’t do this with anyone else but my angel. I love you so much..” He presses teeny kisses around your neck, letting out a giggle from you.

“Is that a giggle I hear? Aww.. you love me too.. so pretty, for me and only me.” He says that with a tone that nobody can understand, but only you can.

You can’t help but smile widely at the sight of your boyfriend Ethan flushed, with messy curly hair. “He looks so cute like this,” you think.

You look over his muscular torso and you notice a healed, but slightly red scar that is all the way across his hip. “Babe.. what’s that?” You point to it and he shoves your hand away gently.

“N-nothing.. Just got into a fight the other day.” “You sure?” You say skeptically. You want to believe him but he looks almost.. nervous? “Yup. C’mon, let’s go to sleep, it’s late and we have class tomorrow..” He mumbles sleepily into your neck.

“Okay.. I love you Ethan.” “Love you too angel..” he mumbles again into your neck and he plants a soft kiss there.

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“So to calculate the energy for…” Your professor goes on and on about the laws of physics. You’d much rather be with Ethan, maybe going on a date or late night drive.

You: hey i’m bored we should skip 10:29am
Ethan <3: i can’t i’m taking an exam rn :( 10:36am
You: bruh cmon just take it another day 10:36am
Ethan <3: you literally only have one more class 🫩 10:37am
You: but i’m tired cmon let’s skip nowww i’m hungry 10:41 am
Ethan <3: ok go to my car i’ll be there in a bit, love u btw 10:45am
You: love you too idiot 10:46am

You go to his car and wait, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram reels. You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you.

“Hey angel.. missed you.” Ethan says in a tight hug. “Missed you more.. where are we gonna eat?”

“I don’t know, wherever you want. I just wanna be with my pretty girl.” He kisses your forehead.

He drives you to a very tall place, almost apartment size. The sign of the place is in big bold letters with fancy colors, along with big windows on the sides of the place. You see a lot of people sitting and bringing food to their table, so this place must be good.

“Ramen?? How’d you know??” You say, surprised.

“I see you reposting TikToks about it.” “You literally eat it every day too.” He shrugs. “Or just a lucky guess. Haha.”

“Oh I didn’t know you stalked my account.” You jokingly reply.

“Stalking is a very strong word, who says I don’t though?” He opens the door for you, and both of you walk to the touch screen by the pick-up counter.

“Okay, so chicken for me, and spicy for you. That right babe?” Ethan says while looking at the menu on the screen in front of him.

“Yeah, I love you,” You kiss his cheek and he blushes, quickly hiding his face.

You guys bring your ramen bowls to a small booth in the back. The place is filled with vibrant colors and some fluorescent lighting hanging on the ceiling. A waitress brings your boba drinks, mango for you, and matcha for Ethan.

“Yo, you’re lowkey cute, can I get your number or something?”

You direct your attention to the waitress, who is asking Ethan for his number.

“Erm..” He looks at you and then at her. “I have a girlfriend. She’s right in front of me if you didn’t notice.”

“I don’t really care, you guys probably aren’t serious anyway.” She follows that with a chuckle. She directs her attention to you, turning her body to your direction. “He looks wayyyy too cute to be with your ass.” The waitress says, twirling her blonde waves to his sight.

She gets all close and personal with you, practically spitting in your face. “He probably doesn’t even like y-“

A slap.

You turn your head to your boyfriend Ethan, looking down at the waitress now on the floor with a bloody nose.

“Ooh.. that’s hot. I like guys like you.” She says while staring at him with a hint of desire.

“Don’t ever fucking talk to her like that or I’m gonna fuckin break you. The fuck is wrong with you?” He almost screams at her, and then he looks at you. “You wanna say anything to her?”

You stand up and stare down at her, all the people in the ramen shop staring at the scene unfolding, which all three of you are in the center of.

“You never talk to me like that. You think you’re all that with your fried ass hair, bitch?”

The crowd gasps, some letting out a chuckle.

Ethan is about to swing a punch at her when she screams.

“STOP!! Okay I’m sorry, it’s not my fault your boyfriend’s cute. But he really isn’t good for you anyway-“

“Shut up. Literally stop talking, you’re not getting my number and my girlfriend is prettier than you.” He says with confidence and you smile at his words and he winks at you.

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You end up taking your food home and you and Ethan laugh about the situation for a few minutes. After that you take a walk up to a cliff and you sit and lay down, gazing at the stars above you.

“Ooh, you see that one? That looks like my hamster Enrique that I had when I was 12.” You say, in wonder of the shiny and pretty stars in the night sky.

“It looks pretty. Just like you,” him staring straight in your eyes while saying that.

“Aww stop.” You snuggle your way into his arms, embracing you and wrapping around you in a strong hold.

He kisses the tip of your nose, then your lips, slowly savoring the taste of them. His tongue invites itself into your mouth.

“Mm..” He hums. “You taste nice.”

“Just for you my love.” You say with all the love in your heart. You see a metal object fall out of his black sweater pocket, onto the grass.

“Wait don’t pick that u-“ He says with a warning.

You pick up the object, it’s a pocket knife with some dried blood on it.

“Ethan.. what is this? I haven’t “ate” since last Thursday. And the blood on this looks recent so why is that?” You stand up to make a point.

“Um.. okay fuck I can’t hide it now. “I’m uh.. I’m a serial killer?” He sheepishly giggles and tilt his head a bit so you stare at him in shock.

“No you’re not. You’re lying. Please tell me you’re lying. You’re not funny, this really isn’t fucking funny.”

“Baby, I’m not lying.” He cups your cold face into his hands, some of the veins showing with a purple-ish color. “When have I ever lied to you, never, right?”

You don’t respond but he continues to explain to you. “I’m Ghostface, the dude they’ve been talking about on the news for months. I’ve been Ghostface even before I met you. I can’t stop darling.”

You drop the knife in horror as a twisted horror begins to make his way into his eyes.

“The way their life flashes before their eyes, their scared faces before I slit their fucking throat, I like that. I’m so crazy, but only for you.” He moves closer and closer until you’re pressed up against the tree, his lips getting closer and closer to yours.

“How do you think I got you what you needed? You’re not stupid, are you love?”

“Um- I…” You run away as fast as you can, getting scared that you’re next.

“Oh no no no.. c’mon, don’t do this baby..” She won’t run away. Not this time.

He runs as fast as he can, trying to make it to you. Thankfully, your apartment isn’t that far from here so you can make it. You run in, swipe your card by the door, and lock the door just barely before he can get in.

“Open the fucking door.. Angel, please.. I want you and only you. This door won’t stop me from grabbing you and fucking you until you cry. That’s what you deserve from running away from me.”

“Ethan I don’t want to. Please.. go away.” You start crying silently at this point, putting all your weight against the door. Hoping all of this would stop.

You feel something push through, the familiar pocket knife from earlier that is just barely above your head. You quickly crawl away from the door.

He eventually pushes his hand into the hole that is now in the door, unlocking the doorknob and opening it. He stares down at you with his pocket knife.

“You still wanna run away from me? I thought I was your good boy.. Am I not being so good anymore, my sweet girl?”

He bends down and strokes your cheek lightly with shaking hands. “Don’t you love me, and only me?” “If I could I would’ve stabbed that other bitch who tried to get my number in the fucking heart. All of this, just for you baby..”

You breathe heavily. You turn your head towards a glass bottle that is next to you, and you throw it at his face, resulting in a deep red scar just below his eye. You’re about to aim for his neck when he begs you.

“Okay- okay..” “Don’t hurt m-me please.. I’ll go.” He starts to cry a bit, trying to make you see that he’s not so bad, not who you think he is.

“But I still love you angel.. forever. Please don’t push me away, I don’t even wanna talk to anyone who isn’t you my l-“

“I’m not your angel. Just go.”

He stays silent. He slams the door behind him, leaving the hole there.

“Oh gosh what am I gonna do about this fucking door.” You say, irritatingly. You can’t help but feel something in the apartment lurking. Watching. Didn’t Ethan just leave?

(Bang!) He tackles you onto the floor and tries to get his lips on yours, the pocket knife now scattered away somewhere.

“C’mon, I love you so much, so so much. Kiss me, I want you to love me, I’ve been waiting for you for so long..”

You try to push him away but you have no strength in you, suddenly he puts a cloth with a strange liquid on it over your mouth. Your eyes close slowly and then you pass out for who knows how long.

“Haha.. Mine forever.” He drags you to a secret room behind the closet you both share, filled with security cameras and lots of polaroids, of a girl it seems like. That girl being you.

He carefully places you on the floor, then puts a blanket over you. “You’ll never leave, right?” He trails his finger over your sleeping face. “You’re so pretty.. you’ll always be mine even if you don’t want to be.” You love me, I’m your sweet boy, right?

He leaves the room, leaving your sleeping form there. A polaroid falls in front of you, the photo being you sleeping peacefully with a random hand in your hair. The date being 2 years ago.

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“My pretty girl.. so pretty. You won’t leave me right?” I hope you won’t.

She wakes up and she has a cute little pout on her soft pink lips. I rub her bottom one with my thumb as I gaze at her tired face.

“Morning baby.. you slept for quite a while didn’t you?”

“Ethan what the fuck is wrong with you, let me out, I don’t deserve this from you.”

“Aw, sorry, I can’t do that.” I reply with a twisted smirk. “I can’t let you get away. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, what don’t you understand? I. Won’t. Let. You. Leave.”

“Why the fuck do you keep saying that??? You’ve been waiting for me, what the fuck does that mea-“

“Shh..” I gently place a finger between her lips. “I’ll explain it to you my angel.”

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“Aww, you’re so sweet! Thanks Chad, love you!” I kiss him softly, unbeknownst to the figure watching me from the tree.

“She’s mine..” He mutters. “If I can’t have her, then he can’t either.. she’ll only love me, not him.” He stares with a dark intensity as you kiss your boyfriend, Chad. Chad and Ethan were good friends, they were roommates and hung out a lot.

Ethan thought one day that Chad was acting weird. They never hung out like they used to, since Chad would always say that he was “busy”. Ethan decided to find out why he was really busy, that’s when he saw his best friend kissing the girl he had been stalking and crushing on for a year at this point.

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He packs a Buck 120 knife and a black robe, along with his Ghostface mask in his little black backpack with a Spider-Man keychain on it.

Ethan: yo 11:19pm
Chad: yoooo 11:27pm
Ethan: can we hang out 11:28pm
Chad: its too late tho 11:31pm
Ethan: bro cmon we can go to the arcade or smt i’m just super bored 11:33pm
Ethan: we never hang out anymore 11:41pm
Chad: ok wtv ill meet u there in like 20 min 11:45pm

Ethan brings his backpack and he zips up his black hoodie and he puts on his black Converse.

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“Yooo, is that Ethan Landry?” Chad says in a sarcastic way.

“Is that Chad Meeks-Martin?” Ethan says in the same way, and they hug. “Listen bro, I gotta give you something but it’s in my car. Can you come or nah?”

“Sure.” Chad follows Ethan to his car, nobody’s around this particular street since it’s super late. It’s starting to rain as well.

Ethan opens the passenger door and he gets out his Buck 120 knife, Chad standing right behind him.

“You ready to die?” Ethan says ominously.

“What??? You cannot be serious-“ Chad’s sentence is cut off by Ethan pinning him against the brick wall of the dark alley by the parking lot.

“Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?? I thought we were hanging out??” Chad says with a short breath and he almost sounds scared.

“I won’t hang out with the person who stole the girl I’ve had a crush on for a year.”

With that, Ethan slits his throat and he watches as Chad slowly falls to the floor, bleeding out.

He mutters. “Dumbass thinking he can steal my girl.” He walks away, and quickly drives to his apartment.

When he walks in, he greets the landlord, the landlord nodding to Ethan.

He runs up the stairs to his room and he quickly takes off the black Converse that now has dried blood stains on it from murdering his best friend.

He washes the knife and stores it in a little jewelry box that is way too pink to be Ethan’s. And it isn’t his, since it has your name on the bottom of the box. He takes out a polaroid from the box and he caresses it gently with his bloody finger.

“My angel.. we’ll be together soon, I love you so much.”

The photo is you, on the first day as a college freshman, holding a pink pen and looking back at the person taking the photo. The person being Ethan, a shy and dorky college freshman who has never talked to a girl in his life.

He washes up to get rid of the evidence and then he lays down on his bed, laying the photo next to him. His hand drifts down his bulge in his sweats.

“Hah.. I need you so badly right now..” He whimpers.

He unties his sweats, revealing his hard dick to nobody but himself. It’s pink at the tip and he’s practically already coming.

“F-fuck..” He starts to stroke himself with one hand while thinking of your pretty face, the way your hair shines under the classroom lights, and how you bite your lip whenever you’re nervous.

“Ngh, haha.. I’m so needy for you, I’m all yours. Be mine, please..” He tries to imagine that it’s your hand instead of his, how you would look up at him as he cums. He bites his lip and whimpers again.

“P-please, I’m so good for you, I wanna cum, please..” He whines needily, tilting his head back and his brown, soft curls getting slightly frizzy from him sweating so much.

He jerks himself off a few more times until he comes in his hand.

“N-ngh..ahah.. you make me feel so good. I love you angel.”

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“I just don’t understand.. why would someone kill Chad? He’s the sweetest person I know..” You cry into Ethan’s arms as he comforts you about your boyfriend’s murder.

He doesn’t respond and even smirks but you don’t see as your head is in his chest. His black Spider-Man t-shirt is slightly wet from your tears soaking through it.

“Shhh, it’s okay..” He whispers into your hair. You slowly stop crying over a certain amount of time and you guys stay there, him hugging you with his strong arms. You trace a line of moles leading up to his hand.

“You okay now?” He pulls back and stares into your eyes. You also stare into his brown eyes, the kind of eyes you can’t look away from. He chuckles. “You look pretty.”

You smile bashfully and you turn away. “Thank you..” His hand makes its way to your chin and he turns your head to his gaze. “Don’t look away.. I wanna see your pretty face.” He mumbles dreamily. “Aww, you look so sad baby..”

“W-what??” You stutter, almost surprised at his choice of words? Baby??

He blushes profusely and looks down. “S-sorry.. it just came out..”

Silence.

You hold his hand and you trace the veins that are present. The veins on his hand are prominent and he has a few moles on the back of his hand, and a small cut on the back of his thumb. “Y’know.. I always thought you were cute. I know it’s bad timing, but I just wanted to say that.” You say while looking at his hand, tracing the veins.

“Y-yeah? You think so?” He seems nervous, palms sweating and struggling to keep eye contact. You look straight into his eyes and you say in a teasing tone, “Mhm..”

He can’t take it anymore. He lunges towards you and kisses you hard on the lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You grab onto his arms for support and you whimper a bit as the kiss gets more heated. He chuckles. “You like that?” He mumbles with a smirk. “M-mhm..”

He slightly lifts you up by your thighs and you straddle him. Ethan looks up at you with his puppy eyes and he slightly bites his lip. “You’re so beautiful, why can’t you be mine?”

“You never asked me to.” You run your hands through his hair and he whimpers pathetically while nuzzling his head into your chest. He slightly tugs your pants down and you stop his hands.

“Nuh-uh.. Say please.” You taunt him.

“P-please.. I love you, you’re so pretty and you’re mine and you’re beautiful and I just wanna be your good boy..” He mumbles those last words. “Please..” He pouts a bit and he looks almost like the sad little boy who never got the attention he wanted.

You kiss him roughly on the lips, your tongues pushing against themselves. He pulls your pants down all the way and he lays on top of you while moving his hands under your shirt.

“U-uhm.. can I take this off?” He tugs at your shirt, looking down at you with desperate eyes. “I’m sorry, y-you’re just so pretty and I wanna see all of you-“

“You don’t have to be so nervous, y’know. We just kissed, so why would I say no?”

“O-okay..” He smiles sheepishly and takes off your shirt, leaving you in nothing.

He starts to take off his own pants, seemingly having trouble trying to take off the button. “Want help?” You smirk up at him, unbuttoning his jeans for him. He whimpers a little bit at the direct contact. You also help him take off his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular torso with moles scattered across his body and arms.

He breathes a bit heavy, and then you look at it.

His dick is slightly larger than you would expect, and it’s throbbing, with precum already at the tip. He’s blushing heavily and looking away anxiously. “Aww, don’t be so nervous. I like what I see right now.” You wink at him and he tries hard to keep his eye contact with you.

“U-uhm.. c-can I put it in? It’s my first time.. sorry.”

“Mine too, it’s okay.” You smile reassuringly. “R-really?” He grins. You let out a loud gasp as he puts his dick inside you.

“S-sorry, ngh..” He thrusts into you, both making eye contact the entire time. “I-I’m such a good boy, r-right?? D-do you love me?” “Y-yeah.. hah..” He whines at your response and he pushes inside you even deeper, he kisses you roughly and you grip his curls. He whimpers and he starts to move himself faster inside you. He breathes heavily and you know he’s about to cum.

“E-Ethan.. are you gonna.. uh-“ You say with a shaky voice.

“U-uhm.. yeah. C-can I.. please? I’ve been so good, I can’t take it anymore..” He keeps thrusting into you faster and faster. “Hah.. fuck.. please, angel?” He looks down at you with wide eyes, practically begging for you to let him come inside you.

“O-okay.. I want you to come inside me, Ethan.” You both pant heavily, and with that, he comes inside you. Some of the white sticky liquid spills onto his sheets a bit.

He hides his face into your neck, his dick still inside you. “H-hah.. I love you angel.”

“..I love you too, Ethan.”

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You stare at him in disbelief as he tells you the whole story of how he killed your ex-boyfriend and he basically lied to you. You want to be mad at him, for keeping you in here and lying to your face, but when you stare at his pretty brown eyes, those thoughts go away.

You chuckle. “..You’re fucking stupid.” You pace around the small room and he gazes at you from the floor, sitting with his legs crossed. “Are you not mad? You shouldn’t be. I did this all for you.” “Y-yeah Ethan, I know, but you’re just so stupid. What if you got caught, did you never think about that?” You sit across from him.

“No.. I have my ways, I just wanna keep you safe, angel.” He kisses you softly with a hand on your cheek, and a loving look in his eyes. His phone lights up and his face instantly becomes pale. “What’s wrong?” You say, curious.

“I- we have to go.” He abruptly gets up and drags your hand to the parking lot, he opens the passenger door for you and you guys drive for gosh knows how long.

He seems to be speeding rapidly, like something or someone’s onto him.

“Hey. Ethan.”

No response. He keeps speeding, visibly sweating and shaking.

“Ethan.” You say firmly, but he doesn’t listen, he keeps going faster and faster until-“

“Ethan!!!” A truck on the road honks at him, and he brakes rapidly on the side of the road. He’s breathing heavily, and he looks at you like a maniac.

“Okay. I-it’s my dad. He made this whole plan for me to kill you because he’s also Ghostface, and I didn’t wanna kill you so I told him no, and now h-he’s trying to find me, and I swear I never wanted to kill you, I-I love you so much I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you, a-and-“

He is interrupted by your kiss, him leaning into it and holding onto your waist for stability. You pull away and you reassure him,

“I know you don’t wanna kill me. You would’ve done it a long time ago, right?” You giggle awkwardly. “But what’s the plan, what are we gonna do about your dad?”

“A-and my sister..” He mumbles meekly, “she’s in on it too, with my dad, so they’re both trying to kill you.. but of course I won’t let them, I love you too much..”

“I love you too.. Wouldn’t it just be best for you to face them instead of running?”

“I-I don’t know babe.. I don’t wanna lose you, you’re the only person who has ever looked my way and actually gave a fuck about me.” “I don’t know why you’re not mad at me for everything and I know I’m such a dumbass for messing everything up, and I’m so sorry-“ He starts to cry a bit, and you comfort him, running your fingers through his hair.

A car beeps its horn behind you. An old man and a girl with ginger hair in the car. Both having the same black robes on as Ethan has one of his own.

“U-uh.. Ethan..” You point to the people behind you, and he instantly freezes. “Shit, shit shit!!!” He drags you out of the car and you both run in the pouring rain.

A gunshot makes its way to Ethan’s leg, and he drops to the road in agony. He screams loudly and there’s tears coming out of his eyes as he is slightly bleeding from the gunshot wound in his leg. You stop moving as you don’t want the same thing to happen to you.

“So you’re my son’s little girlfriend..” The old man said. “You’re gonna be bleeding out by the time I’m done with you, you little bitch.”

Ethan keeps screaming and whining in pain, “Don’t touch her!! P-please..” His sister, Quinn, tells him to “shut the fuck up and stop being a crybaby”. She whacks him in the head with a baseball bat, and Ethan passing out. The same thing happens to you, and next thing you know it, both of you are being driven back to an abandoned theatre.

—

You wake up, dizzy, looking at what looks like a projector and some Ghostface costumes with masks from over the years being displayed. Nobody is around you right now, but then you hear a familiar voice. A whiny voice, to be exact. It makes its way over to your ears.

“So h-how are we gonna do this..” Ethan mumbles, hesitant and nervous.

“Easy.” The old man replies. “When she wakes up, you’ll count three, and stab her in the head. She won’t cause any more trouble for us, right son?”

Ethan doesn’t respond, but he just nods. Quinn is looking around the theatre, seemingly placing traps in case anyone enters.

You take this moment to at least try to untie yourself, as they aren’t aware you’ve woken up. You untie yourself with a pocket knife you always kept with you that Ethan gave to you on your 18th birthday. It’s dark red, and it has your name engraved on the handle. How cute.

You slowly run to one of the rooms, where you get snacks. You hide behind a counter, and you hear a loud voice.

“I’m gonna find you, bitch! Messing with our family for years, and you try to hide? You’re fucking dying today.” It’s a girl’s voice but you already know it’s Ethan’s sister, Quinn. You hope Ethan finds you first, so you can talk to him about what his plan really was all this time. And he does find you.

You’re hiding behind the rusted counter, pocket knife in hand, and breathing heavily.

“..Angel? I-I know you’re in here, and I’m sorry. I don’t wanna hurt you, come out, please..” He mumbles sadly.

As much as you wanna show yourself, it’s too dangerous. He knows you’re here, whether you give yourself to him or not.

The projector turns on, and it plays a familiar song that Ethan showed you during a study date, before all of this went wrong.

The song plays the all too familiar words while you’re trying to save yourself.

Under blue moon, I saw you

You hear the steps getting closer and closer as you brace yourself for what’s about to happen.

So soon you’ll take me

…

Up in your arms too late to beg you

You tackle Ethan, pointing your pocket knife directly at his heart. He tears up a bit, pleading.

“No.. no.. please don’t kill me, I don’t wanna hurt you angel, believe me..”

—

“You like this song?” He leans his head on your shoulder. “My mom showed it to me.. I miss her.”

“It’s okay Ethan. I’m here, I love you forever and always..”

Or cancel it, though I know it must be

The killing time

—

You stare at him, also starting to cry.

You turn around behind you, and you stab the unknown person in the heart. The unknown figure being Ethan’s sister.

He’s shocked, and he watches as his sister falls to the ground, lifeless. You turn back to him.

“I-I’m sorry-“

(Bang!)

You feel something go through your shoulder. A gunshot.

You collapse and you whine in pain, Ethan’s dad being the one to shoot you.

Ethan looks at him in horror as he just lays there, also watching you writhe and pant in distress.

“Ethan.. son.. is it that hard to follow my orders. Just for some little whore? Really?”

“D-don’t talk to her like that..” He grunts in slight pain from earlier.

“Oh no no no.. This ends now, and you’re gonna watch me kill her.”

Ethan’s dad is about to deliver the final blow, but it doesn’t hit you.

It hits your boyfriend instead.

You open your eyes to see Ethan, with a gunshot through his leg, and his hip. Ouch.

Next to him is his dad, completely lifeless on the floor with a Buck 120 knife to his heart, bleeding profusely. Also ouch.

You crouch over Ethan, him shakily smiling at you.

“D-did I make you proud.. my sweet angel..” He gently touches your cheek with his bloody hand.

You start to tear up. “You’re not gonna die okay? Y-you’re gonna stay here, and we’re gonna get married and live in Japan and have 67 cats. O-okay?” You sniffle and you shiver, watching as the blood drains out of your lover’s face.

“Okay.. I love you.. angel..” He slowly closes his eyes, and you rapidly slap him so he wakes up. “Don’t fucking do this Ethan, wake up!! P-please, I need you, I’m sorry..”

As his eyes close, you sit there, sobbing, waiting for him to just magically open his eyes and baby you like nothing ever happened.

Then came the ambulance sirens.

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“He’s such a fucking loser.. gosh..” The jocks practically spit at Ethan on the floor, with a black eye and busted lip. He tries not to show signs of weakness, but he fails.

“L-leave me alone.. please..” Ethan says, slightly with a begging tone.

The jocks mock him, bringing their hands up to their faces and fake crying in a mocking way. “Aww, does little Ethan want us to leave him alone?” The jock’s mood instantly changes. “Fuck you.” He kicks Ethan in the chest and Ethan lets out a cry.

The jocks kept beating him up, bruises forming and small cuts around him. They eventually stopped, as Ethan screamed and then they ran away. He laid there crying silently for a bit, as other people passed by him.

He gets up, limps to his dorm, and cleans himself off in the shower, letting out a sob every single time. Why can’t he be happy like all the other people at his college? Why won’t anyone love a boy who has always been shut out of everything all his life?

He cries into his pillow. “W-why do I deserve this.. why is it so hard to be nice to me..” He sniffles and sobs softly into the pillow, hoping anyone, just anyone would want to be his friend. There is a knock at the door and he straightens up, wiping the tears off with his sweater sleeve quickly. “Y-yeah?” He stutters sadly.

“Yo. Ethan. It’s the Chad man. I forgot my keys and I’m staying at Tara’s place tonight. Mind getting me it?” Chad says, almost with a hint of impatience.

“Sure..” Ethan gets up and he gets Chad’s keys out of his drawer, and he hands it to Chad. He sees Chad’s expression switch instantly as Ethan hands him the keys.

“Uh.. Ethan.. what’s on your arm?”

“What do you mea-“ He realizes. Chad is pointing out the faint scars on his wrist, some recent, some old. These weren’t accidents, they both knew that.

Ethan giggles sheepishly and he stumbles on his words and starts sweating. “U-uh.. nothing, just a cat scratch.” Before Chad can respond, Ethan quickly closes the door in his face and locks it, letting out a silent sob again and heading to his bathroom.

He searches in one of the drawers, his eyes landing on a black eyebrow razor. “You did this..” He mumbles regretfully.

After some time in the bathroom, he gets out, eyes glossy and red, and he lays down on his bed hoping to get a good night’s sleep.

—

Ethan stopped trying to be happy when he turned sixteen. He gave up on trying to find someone who would care since he was always treated as nothing. Constantly being seen as something to throw around, to make fun of. He couldn’t take it anymore, between keeping up the family legacy of Ghostface and hiding his mom’s murder, he couldn’t even risk anyone finding out his secret.

That is, until he met you.

Ethan never truly cared for anyone, not even his own family or himself. What mattered was you. Your sparkling eyes that seem to draw in anyone that looks at them enough, your lip bite when you’re stuck on something, and the way you look around mindlessly when you’re nervous. He noticed all those little things about you that nobody else did.

You stayed to yourself most of the time, sometimes being seen with people. Oh how Ethan wish he could love a girl like you. He knew he couldn’t. He was your stalker from afar, having his eyes set on you, and anyone who tried to hurt you. He would kill them later of course, he would do anything for you. Just as long you remained in his sight.

He would see you walking alone on campus and he wished he could be there, by your side, making you laugh and rubbing his thumb on your hand while you hold hands.

—

It all started when Ethan was thirteen, his brother Richie was always the star of the family. Always getting good grades and even had a girlfriend. Ethan had average grades but not a girlfriend. Everyone’s eyes had always been on Richie, never Ethan.

Except for one person, his mom. Ethan always found comfort in his mom, she saw his average grades and she always said to him that he would find a nice girl someday. And he did, his mom just wasn’t around
to see it. Because he killed her.

—

“Do it for me, son. Maybe you’ll be useful for once, eh?” Wayne patted his son on the back. Ethan looked uncomfortable but he agreed to the plan. He snuck into his parent’s room where his mom was sleeping, pointed the gun at her head, and a loud bang sounded throughout the house. He flinched and he almost started crying.

“I-I’m sorry mom, I love you.” He sniffled and cried near his mom’s lifeless body.

As he half expected, nothing changed. Ethan was still the outcast of the family, with Richie being the center of his dad’s attention.

—

Ethan wanted his dad to finally take notice of him, like whenever he passed a test or he got accepted into a good college in New York.

“Dad!! I got into college, and I think it’s one of the best ones in-“ Ethan was excitedly saying, but he sees his dad in Richie’s room, and they’re talking.

“..I’m so proud of you, Richie. You make me, and this family proud.” Wayne says as he gives Richie a pat on the back.

Ethan had enough. He sobbed in his room for hours, wishing anyone, just anyone would pay attention to him.

—

Ethan’s dad instructed him to start using a different identity, in order to cover up his tracks in case anyone ever found out about the Ghostface murders.

Later that summer, he packed all of his things and left for college life in New York. It was a fresh start, but he already knew that he wouldn’t be any happier here than he was back at home.

—

“Ethan Landry, really, Dad? That’s a stupid last name.” “Oh no it’s not, you’ll like it, just give it some time. You want to protect this family, don’t you, son?”

“I-I guess..” He mumbled. The rain was pattering on the windshield as they pulled up into the university parking. Blackmore University, the sign read.

—

He moved into a dorm room with a guy named Chad Meeks-Martin. Chad was outgoing and friendly, which Ethan was not. But they got along, even hanging out at times and blending himself into Chad’s friend group.

He still wasn’t happy himself, but he made his first real friend. He didn’t believe his life was turning around until he saw you. The girl of his dreams.

He sat in the back of his psychology class, paying close attention to what his professor would teach. That’s when he really saw you for the first time. How you mindlessly look around, tapping your pencil whenever you’re stuck. Those simple actions seemed endearing to him. He knew you would be his.

Whenever he watched you and saw someone bump into you without saying sorry, he plunged his knife into their heart.

—

“Sorry.” Ethan mumbled cruelly.

He left little things by your dorm window and door each day, just some things like a rose or your favorite Starbucks drink with words written in Sharpie, like “You’re so cute when you’re asleep,” or “Be mine? <3”

You thought they were cute and you wondered who this mystery stranger was. You found out when your boyfriend Chad was murdered. That Ethan was your stalker.

After that night with you, he couldn’t get enough of you, you guys would do the same thing every night. He comes over, you make out, and then maybe you fuck him. Other times, he cries into your lap while you comfort him by running your hands through his hair.

”Y-you’re gonna love me forever.. right?” He sniffles and he looks up at you with his brown puppy eyes. You look down at him and you reassure him, “Yeah, of course baby.” You kiss him on the forehead and his lips curl into a smile. He’d never smiled like this before, he was truly happy with you.

—

It turned out you didn’t know who Ethan was at all. You didn’t know about his “family legacy” and his life back at home, because he never wanted to talk about it. He only wanted to be with you, and you both thought it would stay that way forever.

Until you kneeled and sobbed at his side, watching him bleed out.