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simpstar123 · 4 years

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Party || Ethan Payne

Requested - No but requests are open ✨

A/n - istg I'm gonna start posting more than once a month. Soon. Hopefully.

Word Count - 1,188

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The party was crowded as hell, which was to be expected with a group of friends as big as the Sidemen's. The seats were filled at all times and Y/n was getting tired of standing and milling around after already having chatted with all of her friends. She finally gives up on waiting for a seat and decides to chill on her friend Ethan's lap. He jumps when she first sits down, then relaxes a bit when he realizes it's her. Nobody around the two of them pays any attention at all, each of them caught up in their own little worlds.

"Alright love?" Ethan asks, resting his hand on one of her legs casually, causing her to stare at it for a second. She smiles and looks up at him.

"Yeah, just tired and needed somewhere to sit," she replies, draping one of her arms over his shoulders.

"You know you can always sit here," he says, winking and trying to sound more confident than he actually feels. She laughs and adjusts her legs to be a little more comfortable.

"Well, I'm not opposed to that offer," she says, sipping her drink as she looks around. Ethan chuckles, trying to play off the blatant flirting. His face heats up as he thinks about the short exchange. Then he nods quietly to himself and follows Y/n's gaze across the room. She's looking at Simon Minter, of course.

"You fancy him?" he asks, praying that he doesn't sound stupid. She raises her eyebrows, looking back and forth between Simon and Ethan for a second.

"Nah, he's cute but not my type. Besides, he's got a girl, and I'm not that type of bitch," she explains as she locks eyes with Ethan. He thinks it over while nodding.

"So what is your type then?" he says simply, again trying to sound more casual than curious. She shrugs, taking in his features for a minute as she thinks.

"I don't know, tall, funny, attractive," she says, catching his eyes again and then looking down. He fake yawns and rolls his eyes.

"That's pretty basic innit? I feel like that's what every girl says," he replies, pretending not to be bothered by any part of the description. Obviously, he's not very tall, although he does believe that he's funny and attractive. He silently hoped that the first one wouldn't cancel out the other two.

"Yeah, I guess. Most girls literally just want whoever they want. I don't even have a specific type, to be honest," she adds, trying to read his reactions. He nods again and runs his hand through his hair. The action succeeds in temporarily distracting Y/n and she smiles at him a little bit afterward.

"So you don't care if a guy has muscles, a good trim, or style at all???" he says incredulously, taking his own features into account. She bites her lip and holds back a laugh. It was pretty obvious that he was hinting towards himself, but there was always a chance that Y/n was just reading too much into it.

"That too, I guess, but it's not a huge deal. I tend to judge people based on their personality anyway," she replies as she begins running her hand back and forth over Ethan's muscular shoulder. His breath hitches in his throat and she laughs softly, but otherwise pretends not to notice. She watches him nervously run his hand through his hair again, and she glances at his outfit, which is nicer than usual for the event. She smiles and runs her own hand through his hair, causing him to stop in his tracks completely.

"Are you just saying what you want girls to notice about you?" she says curiously, continuing to smile innocently. She rests her hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously, then shakes his head.

"No," he replies softly, "Why would I do that?" She rolls her eyes playfully at him and shrugs. Then she runs her hand through his hair again and leans closer to him.

"I mean, if you want to ask if you're my type you could just say it," she laughs, watching his face turn red. He looks away in an attempt to hide it from her and begins rubbing the back of his neck, trying not to think about the way she was touching him just a few seconds ago. He wants to speak but nothing will come out. Being as nervous as he is, he can't figure out if she's messing with him or if she's genuinely flirting. He opens his mouth and closes it again, wishing he knew what to say and how to say it.

"What was that?" she asks out of the blue, locking eyes with him. His eyes widen at the sudden question. Of course, he had tried to speak but failed. However, Y/n obviously thought he'd spoken. She leans towards him again.

"Sorry, it's pretty loud and I didn't hear what you said," she says. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he suggests, preparing himself for rejection. She backs up slightly and raises her eyebrows again.

"Not like that, unless that's what you want to do. I meant like, to get away from the noise and just talk," Ethan explains quickly. She nods and stands up, pulling him to his feet behind her. Together they walk out the front door and start heading down the street.

"So, were you trying to say something earlier?" she asks, turning to face him. He puts his hands in the pockets of his coat and shrugs. A million thoughts start bouncing around in his head. Should he go for it? Should he keep his mouth shut? He knew he'd be left forever wondering if she liked him, so he chose to take the fall and make a move.

"Am I your type?" he says with his chest, instantly being filled with regret. A smile spreads across her face and she looks down for a second before looking back at him.

"I've never met anyone who is more my type than you are," she replies happily. Ethan momentarily loses the ability to think straight, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

"Are you being serious?" he asks, trying to contain his excitement. She giggles and nods.

"Of course, Ethan," she says, "I thought you'd never figure it out." Ethan laughs nervously, wondering what else he'd been oblivious to during the year-long friendship the two had shared. He pulls her into a tight hug and she returns it, only pulling away to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Despite the cold nighttime air, his face burns from the contact as they move apart.

"So, are we? Does that make us...?" Ethan says, wishing he could just say boyfriend and girlfriend, or couple, or something, but he finds it difficult to articulate his thoughts. She just nods in response and kisses him again.

"Does that answer your question?" she asks.

"Yeah, wow. Yeah," he replies breathily.

#fanfic #ethan payne #writing #sidemen #ethanxreader #behzinga #beh2inga #behzingaxreader #sidemenimagine

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preferredrealty · 4 years

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My god the things I’d like this man do to me😩

The fact that I’m two days older than these beauties and they look like full grown men while I could pass for a 15 year old girl makes me sad.

#ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #dolan twins #ethan dolan imagine #ethanxreader #ethan dolan x reader

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333kaylynn · 6 years

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tattoo / e.d. (soulmate!au)

request: no im jus bored

word count: 1584

tags: @bouttogolinkurbitch @kara-dolan @dimply-dolan @notanotherdolantwinsblog @chaaandlaah @profanitydolan @justanotherdolanblog @obsidiandolans @lonestarhazel @olivia-m-dolan

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Everyone had one. You were born with it. It wasn't even like a tattoo, more like a birthmark. It goes away after you meet your true love, though. It isn't permanent like a tattoo or a birthmark. But the love you’ll have after you meet your one true love, that’s permanent. And I think that’s the whole point of it. The mark isn’t permanent, but your love is. No matter what stupid arguments you may get in, no matter what dumb little fights happen, your love is permanent.

The small exclamation point that was marked on the inside of your right ring finger had been there since you were welcomed into the world. It was small, it took you a minute to find it once you got to the age where your parents could explain it to you. It was always a dream of yours ever since then to find your soulmate. You loved the look of the little mark, but you also wanted it to go away so badly.

You were now 17, your last year of high school. You and your best friend were at the biggest football game of the season. Your school’s team had the biggest winning streak of the entire conference. It was almost as if nobody was worried you would lose.

“Look at him! God, y/n. He’s attractive.” Your best friend said, pointing down at the field. You laughed at her and looked down, not sure which one she was pointing at.

“Which one? Number 8 is pretty attractive, Julia.” You say, watching the brown-haired quarterback. You smiled and looked over at your friend who started to speak, “No, number 36.”

You laughed and looked at the boy who had caught the ball and began running, soon throwing it to another member before he got tackled by the opposing team’s number 7. “Oh right, I forgot you were into blondes. Ask him over here at half-time.” You looked over at the scoreboard that showed the time left, 30 seconds were left on the board. Number 47 ran across the field and through to number 8, who had soon made the goal right before the time was up.

It was now half-time, the boys running to the bench and throwing their helmets off, showing their ruffled up and sweaty hair. You looked at Julia and she gave you a “don’t you dare” look, which made you laugh and yell, “Yo! Blondie! 36! Hey! Yes you, yeah! My friend thinks your hot!” Your yelling earned you a hard slap from Julia who sat beside you.

“I’ll give you my number!” The blonde boy yelled, running up to the bleachers where we were seated. Julia smiled and walked down to meet him at the bottom of the bleachers. He put his number into her phone before telling her he had to go talk to his teammates. She smiled and nodded before turning around and showing me her wrist before she could even get up the steps. She was ecstatic. She had a large flower tattoo on her wrist and it was now gone.

“I told you! I’m a matchmaker!” You laughed and hugged her. The game was starting again and you took a sip of your gatorade while intensely watching the game. Football wasn’t your favorite sport if you were being honest, but it definitely was fun to watch and really pumped you up. You were very much in school spirit when you went to the games, even when it was the little games that didn’t really matter to anyone else.

The game lasted for another 40 minutes before your team had gotten the last goal of the night, giving them yet another victory. Your team would now be going to state, which was a huge accomplishment. You along with everyone else on your side of the bleachers started cheering for your school, leaving the opponents fans with angry or sad faces.

Julia hopped down the bleachers and ran over to the boy she had just met, who is supposedly named Lukas. Leaving you alone, you took another swig of your gatorade before walking over to Julia and Lukas who sat with the rest of the team while they got their bags together. They walked to the gym locker room and Julia waved goodbye to Lukas, who smiled at her and waved back.

You and Julia walked to your car and you two drove back to your house, Julia decides to stay over. You two go up to your room and Julia is all over her phone, typing away to who you assume is Lukas. You laugh at her newly found obsession but continue to congratulate her on finding her one true love. She thanks you before finally looking up from her phone, “Apparently Ethan Dolan is throwing a party with his brother Grayson because they won the game. Wanna go? It’s tomorrow.”

You grinned and nodded, excited for a party, “Wait, who’s Ethan Dolan?”

“Number 8. Grayson is number 47.” She looks at you and smirks, remembering that you called him hot at the game earlier. You grinned and nodded, “Oh yes, I’d definitely tap that. Oh if he was mine I’d totally die. Not even joking.��

“I gotta admit, he is attractive. I hope he’s the one for you too.”

The party was supposedly going to be one to remember, which usually meant that something fucking epic was going to occur. You and Julia were getting ready for the night, you doing your makeup and Julia deciding on whether she should wear a black or white shirt. “Wear the black one, we’re going to a party not a church.”

Julia groaned and threw the white shirt at you, yelling at you to shut up. You laughed and finished your eyes by putting on your fake lashes.

Julia handed you the outfit she had chose for you. You normally let her choose your outfits because you were more of a makeup person and she was more of a clothes person. You put on the tight yellow turtleneck and put on the denim skirt that had lied neatly on your bed.

You and Julia walked out to your car and drove to the party. Lukas met you guys there and said he’d introduce you to Ethan. “Julia! You weren’t supposed to tell anyone!” You snapped, tugging on her hair. “Ow! Hey! You did it first with Lukas! It’s just payback.” You looked at her quick as the light turned red and yelled, “Yeah, but you two are actually TOGETHER! How is that fair?”

Julia sighed and looked back at Lukas, before Lukas piped up and said, “ Ethan told me he thought you were hot, so I mean it’s worth a shot. But don’t tell him I told you, he’ll kill me. Literally.” You laughed and pulled up to the driveway of the house where the party was being held.

Lukas introduced you and Julia to a few of his friends, before him and Julia left you. You walked over to the drinks and poured yourself a cup of whatever it was they had been serving. A bottle of svedka sat next to the punch bowl, and you mixed yourself a drink. You took a huge gulp and gagged a bit as the burning alcohol went down your throat. Soon after you took another gulp and it went down smoother than the first time. You wandered around and went over to the living room where the speakers were blaring Japan by Famous Dex. You laughed and started dancing to the music with a few of the other people who were swaying their hips and grinding up against one another.

The song switched to Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz, which left you to begin grinding against whoever was behind you. They gripped your hips and moving your bodies in sync with the music. Your head tilted back and rested on the boy who was dancing with you. You turn around and look at them, soon realizing it was Ethan. You smirked and continued to dance with him while you two began talking.

“You’re a good dancer.” Ethan yelled over the music, pulling you closer to him. You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I try.” Ethan laughed and continued to hold onto your hips that swayed in tune with the music. He looked down and watched you as you turned your head and looked around. “Hey, just out of curiosity, but do you have an exclamation point on your body?”

You were hoping he did, or at least he used to. You looked down at your finger and saw that your mark was gone, which only meant one thing.

“It’s gone. I guess you’re the one?” Ethan grinned, pulling your body even close than before.

“I guess.” You grinned, hugging him and laughing before pulling him off the dancefloor. The two of you went to go find Julia so you could tell her.

Julia hugged you and told you she told you so, which made you groan and end up walking back over to Ethan who was sitting on the couch and talking to Lukas.

“Lukas told me you said I was hot! I’m sorry I can’t keep a secret.” You blurted, making Ethan look from you and turn to stare angrily at Lukas.

“Dude! Weren’t you listening! He’s gonna murder me!” Lukas says before hopping off the couch and scurrying away.

“Damn right!” Ethan yells before chasing Lukas around his house.

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aconstantmood · 6 years

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New Year’s Day

Prompt: Ethan has one too many drinks at Mark’s New Year’s party and decides to turn to you for help.

Warnings: none there’s like one swear word though

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It is considered a right of passage on New Year’s when a person is over 21 to go get insanely intoxicated and most likely pass out with a box of pizza in your best friend’s living room. And that’s exactly what Ethan did.

It was in the early hours of the 1st that you got a loud rapping at your apartment door. Bleary-eyed and slightly annoyed, you stumbled sleepily to the source of the sound, guessing that it was the cops come to tell you that Ethan had done something to bring him to a new level of stupid. Either that, or he was dead. Based on your guesses, you weren’t at all surprised to find the man of the hour, half asleep and slumped against the door frame. You scoffed and sighed at the dopey smile he gave you as you opened the door.

“Hi.” He hiccuped and gave you that adorable face that had melted your heart one too many times. “Can I stay at your place?”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Ethan, it’s two in the morning and that face won’t get you anywhere this time. You need to go home.” You went to close your door, but Ethan shouldered his way between the doorway and you. “I’ll be quiet I promise,” he rubbed his face as he whispered. “Just get me some pizza.”

After about five minutes of some very sleepy banter, a compromise was met. If he paid for the pizza, you’d let him stay for the night.

He flopped down on your fluffy white bed. “I love you so much…” he sighed and dozed off.

You smirked but stayed quiet. There were times when he had told you the same thing, but meant it in a different way. A part of you felt the same way, with the other part shaking it off like a bad Taylor Swift song.

After ordering two large pizzas with Ethan’s card, you rubbed your eyes and went to get a glass of water. There would be no end to his complaining in the morning if his head felt like a bullet had just gone through it. You kicked his leg to shake him from his power nap and handed him the glass of water. “Never would have carded you as a sleepy drunk,” you teased.

Ethan snorted and rolled up to grab the cup. “There’s a lot of things *hic* that you don’t know me about,” he slurred. He drank as you sat down next to him. After a few gulps and a moment of pause, he said dreamily, “Is it bad if this still tastes like vodka?”

You laughed and stood up. “Alright, honey, lets get you to bed.” You tugged off his classic burgundy vans and swung his legs up onto the bed. His eyes practically rolled up into his head as he laid back. Before you flicked the lights off and bundled up in your downy comforter, you remembered how good Ethan had treated you when you came to him on your 21st birthday, the first time you had ever gotten drunk. He had snuck you into the house at 4 AM, giving you an oversized t-shirt and putting you to bed. You had woken up the next morning feeling like you had been run over by an 18-wheeler. Even if you thought he took your generosity for granted, you were guilty of it too.

From the depths of your covers came a loud snore. At the same time, the doorbell rang. Ethan yawned as you went to answer the door, laughing that this was the second time you had answered the door before 3 AM in the same day.

You practically snatched the two pizzas out of the delivery boy’s hands before hastily placing a $5.00 tip in his outstretched palm. Ethan was sitting up in your bed, ready and waiting for the warm box to be placed on his lap.

“Nope. You want it, you come eat on the couch.” You leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for the wails of complaint.

Ethan begrudgingly flung the covers off. He snatched his pizza box from your hands and mumbled a quick “I hate you”.

You smiled sweetly. “I’ll wait for the ‘just kidding’.”

He slid onto your couch and proceeded to snarf down his double pineapple pizza with an ugly look on his face. You bit into your supreme pizza and copied his facials.

After a few minutes of complete silence except for the sounds of chewing, you dusted your crumby hands on your pajama pants and turned to Ethan. His head kept drooping into his pineapple pizza.

“Ok, ya big baby, lets get you to bed.” You did your best to lug him up onto your queen size, taking off his jacket and tucking him in once again. Once he was knocked out, you turned off the overhead light and pulled the covers up and over your shoulder. His snores right behind your ear would try to keep you awake the whole night.

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The next morning was extremely uneventful, considering the pizza coma that you were both in. The only thing that got you out of bed was the way that Ethan had been cuddling you all night, not in a cute way, but like an oversized teddy bear. Not even you moving out of the bed woke him up. You grabbed a cold slice of pizza for a nutrition-filled breakfast, and started a quick brew of coffee. The morning was altogether peaceful, except for the small scream of pain that erupted from under you covers at 10 in the morning.

“Damn, you’re up before noon!” You sat down next to him and drank your coffee cheerily.

His brown mop poked out the top of the covers. “Could you not yell, please?” He spoke in a whisper.

“Nope,” you said a little louder. You started to go get more pizza, but a tender grab to your wrist made your mood soften slightly.

His face was buried in a pillow when he thanked you again and pulled up the blanket to reveal his toes curled up at the bottom. You sighed and seated yourself next to his head. If you were being honest, you actually liked taking care of people, but for some reason when Ethan needed help it always took more effort than usual. Still, he would ask and you would practically stumble over yourself to assist. You ran your fingers through his hair briefly and told him not to worry about it. There was no point in telling him that this was the last time because you knew it wouldn’t be. You could already hear his breathing level out, signaling for you to continue getting more pizza. You let out a long sigh and listened to it dissipate under the quiet snoring. And the cycle continues, you thought.

#ethan nestor #crankgameplays #ethanxreader #ethan x reader #reader imagine #youtube gamers #teamiplier imagines #teamiplier #markiplier #ethan and mark #new years day #jacksepticeye #gamers #youtubers #youtuber imagine #youtube imagines #crankgameplaysxreader #crankgameplays x reader

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ao3-writer · 7 years

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Ethan came home one day to see Y/N having sex with a man. A man that wasn't...him. "Stop" Ethan finally whispered/ Y/N turned around in shock. "Please" he said, heartbroken. (Feel free to add on!)

I CANT. THIS IS ALREADY BREAKING MY HEART. GOSH. THE ANGST. THE DRAMA. AHHHHHH

( ._.)

And then they sorta kinda get into a huge argument and the man left secretly while they argued and it will end in tears and somebody starting to take all the blame, but then y/n is just so torn and they get so angry that Ethan starts making a bigger deal than it is so y/n start’s to make fun of Ethan and call him names.

Ethan spends the night at Teamiplier Co. and y/n receives an extremely aggressive phone call from Tyler or Mark that basically threatens them if they ever hurt Ethan like that again.

Not soon after, Ethan breaks up w/ y/n and it’s just a downhill decent for Ethan and y/n as they go separate paths.

*SIIIIGGGGHHHHH* why do I do this….i dont know…

#reader #ethanxreader #ethan nestor #gosh this was sad #SIIIIIGGHHHHH #asks #anon

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arieldobriksblog-blog · 5 years

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Grayson Dolan [1] Fluff

"In fourteen-ninety-two, Christopher Columbus had discovered America." I read from the history book. Grayson was over trying to help me study for a test that I had coming up. He was distracting me a bit though as he kept leaving small kisses on my neck, "Continue." He mumbled into my neck.

"Columbus had led his three ships, the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria, out of the Spanish port of Palos on August third, fourteen-ninety-two." I finished reading. Grayson pulled back from my neck and looked at me.

He's been acting weird all night, one minute he's all over me then the next he's not touching me at all," Grayson what's wrong?" I questioned closing my History book.

"It's nothing." Grayson muttered.

"It's obviously something." I urged on.

"Do you have feelings for Ethan?" He questioned out of nowhere.

I couldn't help but laugh at his question.

"Grayson, i'm with you. Ethan's just a friend to me." I told him.

"Why would you even ask that?" I questioned.

"Well, y/e said that you used to like Ethan." Grayson said in almost a whisper.

I should have known it was y/e, she's had it out for me ever since I started dating Grayson. We used to be best friends. So every now and then she tells someone something personal. Like what she said to Grayson, it was true I will admit. But it was forever ago when I did, I love Grayson with my whole heart.

"It's true I used to like him, past tense. I'm with you, I love you." I said resting my hand on his shoulder.

"I love you too." Grayson said.

We just sat there looking at each other without saying a word.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

I giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "Of course you can." I said.

He leaned in and his lips touched mine. His lips seemed to move in sync as we continued to kiss. Grayson's always been one to be passionate about everything, but this kiss was different. It was rough. His tongue swiped my bottom lip and I gave him access. His tongue started to explore my mouth.

A wave of ecstasy hit as he tugged my lip. I gasped as I had this feeling. He grabbed my books and sat them on the ground next to my bed. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me onto his lap, I was face to face with him. He pulled apart from my lips to breath. Our foreheads were against each others, we looked into each other's eyes just as before.

"This is amazing." He said.

He looked down at me, then to the ground, "You're amazing actually. You're the best thing in my life." Grayson said.

I smiled as he spoke, "Which is why I want you to be in my life for the rest of the time being." He said/

He got up and went over to his bag he brought, he went through it before he pulled out a tiny gray box, "Grayson." I whispered as my mind went everywhere when I saw that box.

"It's not what you think." He said.

He came back over with the box in his hand and got down on the floor in front of me as I still sat in the bed, "Y/n m/n l/n, can you do me a favor and promise me forever?" Grayson asked with a cheeky smile.

"I love you so much and I don't want to lose you." He said.

"Yes, Grayson Bailey Dolan, I promise you a forever." I said.

I went in to hug him, he kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.

This isn't a smut but it was cute to write.

I'm posting all my imagines and my books on here as well. Wattpad deleted my stories a while ago and I finally finished them all again. So they're gonna be on here as back up.

Wattpad: Ariel_Dobrik_

#graysondolan #ethandolan #graysonxreader #ethanxreader #dolantwins #grayson dolan #dolan fandom #yalan dolan #ethan dolan

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bethanysnow · 2 years

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[Comfort, fluff, angst at the start]

[Dad!EthanxReader] (Y/K/N) your kids name (1st) being oldest (2d) being youngest

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8th night in a row the kids have fallen asleep in your bed. (Y/K/N) (1) kept asking where daddy was...and you didn't have the heart to say the truth. In all honesty you didn't know. He was off being a rockstar while you were lovingly left to raise two kids. Not that you didn't love being a parent, or the kids. Just both of them since he left had gotten to an age where having both parents around mattered. Where they could wonder and ask where x parent was. And it hurt so bad to see the aspects of Ethan in them and he not be here.

With a swift kick in the side you sighed and tucked (Y/K/N)(1&2) into Ethans side of the bed. Getting up you went to the kitchen and started the kettle for some tea. Scrolling through instagram, catching up on the world of social media you swiped past one of the fan pages posting about the band being in france.

"France wasn't in too far of a off timezone..." the thought ran in your head urging you to press the messenger button. The last text was at 8 pm today setting up the phone call of him reading the kids a bed time story. Hell, right now you might even need one. From Ethan would make it all the better. Fuck it.

"Hey, you up?"

.....

...........

"Havent gotten one of those texts in a while 😉😜"

"Oh shut up lol, you're the one who wanted the second kid"

"And I am so glad we did. How are you? Shouldn't you be asleep? (Y/K/N) (2) has dance tomarrow"

"I know, don't worry. I got his leotard picked out. Hes very excited. Uncle Damiano has got him hooked on sparkles apparently. But no they both have decided your side of the bed is a far better place to sleep. And kicking me in the side is their new fav hobby dont cha know?? Lol"

"Oh I'm sorry baby. You good? How was your day"

"A bruised rib maybe, but nothing too bad. Making tea, couldn't sleep."

"Babe"

"Yes?"

"I married you, we have kids, we are best friends. Do you think I cant tell when your deflecting?"

.....gosh dammit

"Ok maybe, a little bit. But I feel bad! You're off living the dream and I dont want you worrying about us back home"

"I'm calling you"

"No-"

His face was now on the screen. 'Something' by the Beatles playing from the speaker as his ringtone. Pressing the green answer button holding the phone up to your ear.

"Fuck you-"

"Aww you do miss me!"

"Torchio that's not what I meant. You know it"

"So, talk to me. What's wrong baby?"

You paused. He sounded tired, but not like he was about to go to bed. Probably just got back to the hotel room or somethin. The silence made you choke.

"Um...the kids miss you...they ask where daddy is all the time. When are you coming home, can we go visit daddy, does daddy have any press so we can see him on the big tv. It's all I hear all day."

"Amore..."

"I know their young and you guys are just gone for a month and a half. And you try to make it back when you can, but jesus Ethan- I dont know what to do...I don't know where you are half the time. I try to make sure they see your face in photos. I miss you.....I miss you so much. I am so tired. And I feel like I cant complain, because I wanted to be a mom. I wanted this! I knew what I was signing up for. I know its stupid and unfair. I don’t mean to complain. I knew what it was like being married to you. I knew what it was like with the kids. Then last week I fuckin forgot sir buns-a-lot at the daycare! (Y/K/N)(1) had a fit like you would not believe! (Y/K/N)(2) decided that he doesn’t want to be in school anymore because a kid asked him why he didn’t have a daddy. When he said his daddy is working as the drummer in Maneskin no one believed him. He came home in tears! Then I have to follow the fan pages just to make sure I don't miss anything from your press junkets. Your wife has to follow fan blogs just to see her husband!-"

"-Y/n. Breathe tesoro. Breathe for me." Hearing him take deep breaths over the phone caused your lungs to kick back in gear. Not noticing your hyperventilation before. "I am sorry I am gone. You have every right to complain to me. I know it's hard. If I could be there right now I swear-" he paused. "-it is unfair to you. It is. It's so unfair that I'm not there and you have to do this by yourself. And it's bad and terrifying. And I don't like it either. This is our last press stint for a while...so I'll be home. I'll take (Y/K/N)(2) to dance class, and take (Y/K/N)(1) to school and make you breakfast. What do you think of us all taking the train up the the studio? Take a holiday. Just the family. You could wear that little red swim suit you like? The kids could learn to beat Thomas in Mario Kart. Damiano cooking. Vic watching the kids while we have a date night. Yea?"

"That sounds nice.....being all together"

"....yea....so blow your nose, wash your face."

Touching your face it was wet. You didn't notice either that you had started crying. Either it was being tired or just hearing Ethan again waterworks were on.

"I love you"

"I love you to the moon and back Y/n. Now go get some sleep ok?"

"Yea....sleep sounds good. Talk tomorrow?"

"Of course. Goodnight baby~"

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The sun was bright and big and yellow. The air was warm on your skin. The train up was wonderful, the kids slumped over asleep while you and Ethan got to cuddle and have some hushed conversation. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes you had missed so dearly.

Aunty Vic was currently chasing (Y/K/N)(1) around the property with a water gun and trying to duck and cover from on coming attacks from Thomas and (Y/K/N)(2). Both you and your husband had crawled onto a fold out lawn chair and decided to spend the day soaking in the sun like cats. Ethan's chest slowly rising and falling under you, listening to his heartbeat. A drummer even on the inside, beating away at a steady rhythm. You were indeed wearing that red swim suit from that one phone call that seemed so far away at this point. Ethan's hands wrapped around you, holding you close. His hair up in a bun with sunglasses perched on his face. Keeping an eye out for the kids, making sure no one fell into the pool and what not.

“You will have to get glasses soon babe if you keep staring at the sun.”

“I will do no such thing”

Both of you laughed. Both of you were young parents, but the stress of life hadn’t been unknown. You knew you had gotten some gray hairs starting to filter in just a bit. His smile was starting to leave lines around his cheeks. He looked as handsome as ever. Propping your self up on your elbows you looked at him. He raised a brow questioning you moving from such a comfy position.

“You are a great dad...”

“And you are a even better mom. Or should I say mommy?” The smirk on his face grew wide as his hand moved to your ass giving it a squeeze.

“No! Don’t you fuckin start!”

“I’m serious~ Why not 3? mh?” His other hand going to your cheek rubbing small circles onto your sun warmed skin. “Be the tin type of their mother....call me ‘the ol man’.....”

“Torchio you can’t just start quoting Carousel. You don’t get to use my love for old romance against me! That’s unfair!” Smacking his chest.

“Maybe, but right now the suit you got on is more than unfair...There is a reason I had you lay on top of me”

You pressed a kiss into Ethan's lips. Love sick as ever. No one could take that away.

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#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan torchio x y/n #victoria de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi #Ethan Torchio x reader

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fireinmoonshot · 6 years

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hey do you mind listing the ethan requests you have? im so excited to read more of your ethanxreader fics!!!!

Sure! Here are my current Ethan x reader requests.

Reader is the third girl Ethan has ever truly loved, super badass, and is hired to work alongside Walker during Fallout.

23 + 95

Reader is Ethan’s girlfriend, oblivious to his life as an IMF agent who gets kidnapped and later has nightmares that Ethan helps her with.

Angst/fluff in the timeline of Fallout where Walker kidnaps reader.

Ethan x reader where everyone is in a safe house in the woods and someone starts telling scary stories.

Ethan x reader fight and reader spends the night in another hotel room after being really hurt and upset.

9 and 15.

16 + 17

8 + 18

7, 10 + 50

Ethan x reader where reader catches his eye while you’re singing during the event with White Widow.

“You’re perfect” + “I can’t take it anymore.”

22.

Ethan x reader during the last scene of Fallout and they admit their feelings towards one another.

“Let’s do karaoke.”

“You know, even if I have to leave, I’m not leaving you. You know that.”

Waking up on a lazy Sunday morning fluff

Where Walker’s ex, Walker and Ethan have to work together & romance ensues between Ethan & reader.

Ethan x reader where reader is hesitant for Ethan to meet her family and they eventually go to dinner, despite reader not really wanting to, and Ethan realises she has a sucky family.

#answered

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youreverydaydumpster · 7 years

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I would love an ethanxreader where the reader is deaf and ethan learns sign language for her and is generally sweet to her about it and such ❤️

Of course!! Please enjoy and feel free to ask again😊💕

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- He’s such a bean

- Trying so hard to work his hands

- Almost insults you a couple times

- But he does do his best

- Always makes sure to keep you included

- Telling him funny jokes in ASL

- Now you’ve got inside jokes between the two of you

- Teaching him really cute things in ASL

- You’re happy he’s trying

- And he’s glad he can make you laugh

- Being absolutely inseparable

- That’s how you like it

#ethan nestor #crankgameplays #spooky day 3 #not so spoopy #spooky month

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aretmiscrock · 6 years

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Saw you wanted requests so maybe you can do an ethanxreader where the reader does a hickey prank on eth for a YouTube video and he freaks out . If you could thanks so much!

hey! thanks for the request, but i’ve already done two imagines very similar to this called just a prank and just another prank :)

#ask

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dfel-writer-l · 3 years

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yandere!Lawerence x reader (pt2) is up!!!

https://www.wattpad.com/1042699019-dangerous-fellows-oneshots-yandere-lawerence-x?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=luhbabylaila&wp_originator=l%2BT0muITjJvUGrSyCBZzf46iw7F07og1TPI3QO0EECtiV5qHHv6iZFEGDXOudHyiO8HIEdnioz%2B2gno77i9f2OfApwHZGkCFr545NJow3ITg7I4sUqHxR0NaCkDZZPV8

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here’s the link for part 2 if anyone was waiting for it~!

the link to the whole book is on my pinned so pls go check out the other oneshots! leave a vote and a comment if u enjoyed!!

i’ll also start taking requests for when I have no idea what to write!! so leave a request on here or in the comments of my book ^^

have a great day/night~ <3

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crinkgumplez · 7 years

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Headcanons for EthanxReader during a livestream~

-Him begging you to come on camera -Being camera shy, you try and not go on camera -He practically drags you onto camera and just just snuggles you to death so that you can't leave -Sandwiched between him and Mark almost makes it impossible to leave -You start not to mind as the boys introduce you -That is until Mark rages at something -Then you start regretting things

#tiny little headcanon as I get back into the swing of things~#crankgameplays x reader

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thirdhostage · 7 years

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Taking Course (LISTENING PART.2)

(( gif not mine - how I feel trying to write this ))

(A/n): PEOPLE BE WANTIN’ THIS

Requests:

1. I just read your ethanXreaderXtyler and the ethanXreader and I loved them both! Any chance you’ll add a part 2 to either story??

2. brooooooo Listening was super good!!! you should totally make a part 2, and maybe even both an Ethan ending and a Tyler ending?? (I’m more of an Ethan girl myself but). anyways I really like your writing, keep it up!!! 💕

3. And then a whole lot of comments on the story ASKING for this bullshit

Warnings: SwEaring biTcHH

HERE IS PART ONE: Listening

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A couple days have past since then. By a couple, I mean a month.

By a month, I mean a month and three weeks.

You were terrible, and you knew it. Even with an issue seemingly as important as this, a concept of time management never seemed to stick. A fact alone being that you didn’t want to deal with the problem. A bratty way of dealing with anything really. You just didn’t want to break down crying, right now.

You were terrible, you knew.

Tyler and yourself didn’t share a house; didn’t live together. He lived with Mark and Ethan. You stayed at your own apartment still and you were quite thankful for that. Not knowing Tyler for very long saved you some blows but still nine months, and you were already talking about moving in.

Which you found ultimately dumb. How could something as stupid as the reason behind this fight, crack future plans like those. If it could, then you had something wrong.

He didn’t listen to you. You didn’t want to get hurt, he didn’t listen, and deliberately hurt you. With a foam arrow, granted, but why didn’t he listen?

Because he thought it would be funny? Because he didn’t think it would really harm you in any way?

A stupid, dumb, fucking piece of shit foam arrow. It pisses you off how fucking simple it was. Why did it make you so mad? A toy arrow, oh my gosh, soo scary. It hit you in the throat, yeah, full force.

But holy shit. What pissed you off was the fact he always did things like that. In front of Ethan; in front of Mark. Took chances that might hurt you. Simple ones, that made you feel unsafe…

“(Y/N) YOU LITTLE SHIT-”

A very sudden shout startled your thoughts.

You rolled from your plush bed, slipping to your feet. Tumbling around, you followed some shouts to your front door.

Without any hesitation you slid open your door, staring upward blankly.

There stood a smiling Markiplier.

“Heyy~!” he coursed.

Bellowing out a sigh, you pushed the door open a bit wider. Quickly, Mark stepped inside and harnessed you in a hug.

“I missed you too much.” he admitted “How ya’ holding up?”

You squirmed thoughtlessly in his arms, keen on getting free. The action caused Mark to gasp with a dramatic intent.

“You never want out of my hugs,” he began.

Softly and slowly, he reeled back his arms from around you. The sudden change of pace made you stop for a moment and look to Mark’s eyes. To some surprise, his face was manipulated with kindness and glued together with a gentle smile.

“you really did take a blow, huh?” he mumbled, lock with your eyes.

You wished he wasn’t making direct eye contact, though, because he was surely able to see them grow misty. In which they did.

He waited to see if you would answer. Your eyes trailed along the floor for a second before offering Mark a small “Yeah…” and a heart stabbing hiccup.

Seems you were finally crying.

❆ ❆ ❆

Mark was such a sweetheart, honestly. He took you to your sofa, made you a hot drink, spared you several plush blankets.

“Prince charming…” you whispered.

Mark tossed into his arms a few more things; a pillow, a chocolate treat, and a glass of water.

“I am prepared.” he laughed, sliding into your longue.

Sitting himself beside you, he scattered his items on the coffee table and turned to you. Throwing you a glistening smile; he peered into your tired, red eyes.

“No plans? Take a recovery course?” he pondered quietly.

“I don’t know…”

Mark didn’t ask again until you began to speak.

“It should be as easy as going and talking it out with Tyler. I want Tyler. I want..”

Ugly coughs broke your speech. Painstaking tears fell idly from your (e/c) eyes, making the colour glow.

The brunette now wore a sort of defeated look on his face.

Slothishly, he reached up a large, warm hand; placed it upon your head once. The heavy feeling against your hair silenced your tears.

Mark raised his hand and brought it back down again. Three times, he pat your head, strong with comfort. Then, down his fingers fell, landing gently upon your tear stained cheek.

The youtuber twisted briefly, crossing legs one over the other and faced you fully; hand remaining on your face. The other soon joined it on your opposing cheek.

“Hey, little sis’…” he cooed, relying on your nickname “why are you crying so much?”

It took you a good minute and a half to wind-up your vocal chords, pushing out words in a sloppy haze.

“Because I need Ethan.”

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(A/n): Satisfied? because I am

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