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satuguro · 1 year

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porn star! ethan landry x roommate! reader

#SYNOPSIS— ethan really needs to stop thinking about you during his private sessions.

#CONTAINS— anal play, toys, voyeurism, sub! ethan, mommy kink, degradation/praise, dacryphilia, reader is mean, this is filthy i mean it, brief mention of porn star! chad

#AUTHORSNOTE— sorry not sorry x2, might make a part 2 with pornstar chad bc i want to lol

there were a few pros to having a roommate who was as hard working as you.

one, you were barely home. a worrying fact that honestly ethan really shouldn't be so bothered about. most roommates would probably prefer it that their roomie wasn't home, but the thing is, ethan liked you. maybe a little too much; your presence was comforting, you were interesting to talk to, and you were such a good listener that ethan could ramble for hours and not feel bad at all.

two, you had little time to relax, so when you did, you did it with him. laying on the couch and watching a new t.v show with him, making dinner when you came home before ethan did and laughing over the dinner table, playing animal crossing on your switch while he did the homework he procrastinated. ethan liked it when you could just relax, and he liked it even more that you preferred to do it with him, your dear puppy-eyed roommate who was always a little too eager to do things for you.

you were always so stressed, working a job you hated and practically giving your all to school and your profession that you barely had time for yourself. you always came home so exhausted, sometimes even pissed off, that ethan wanted to make it easy for you. he wanted to help you relax. (and sometimes, on the days you came home particularly angry, he imagined you taking that anger out on him instead.)

three, because you weren't home and because you were always so busy, ethan had a chance to keep his side job a little more.. under wraps.

originally, it had started out of curiosity. simple twitter porn videos of him jerking off in front of a camera, whining and moaning as he thrusted his cock into his hand for the internet to see. and only when ethan realized that people liked him and that he was only a little (a lot) turned on by random strangers calling him pretty boy and little slut did he start an onlyfans.

truthfully, even though ethan liked being called all those degrading words, he imagined every single one of them as you behind the screen. typing behind all the accounts, calling him degrading words and praising him for being your little slut and your pretty boy.

but you had already written him off as the innocent roommate. the boy next door type who looked at you with shining hazel eyes and was sometimes just a little too smart with his mouth. and ethan, too afraid of saying his occupation to you, too afraid of possibly making you uncomfortable in any way, kept it a secret.

after the nights where ethan recorded before you came home, fucking himself with a fleshlight and bouncing on a dildo, he could barely even look at you during breakfast. face burning red and hand far too stiff as ethan ate his cereal diligently, listening to you talk about your day plans, completely oblivious to the fact that ethan had used his toys, imagining it was your pussy he was pounding into and your strap on he was taking so well.

which was why he only mildly jumped when you knocked on his door right as he was posting one of his videos.

"ow," ethan hissed, knee colliding with the underside of his desk before he hurried changed the page to another. "come in!"

you peeked in, smile as charming as ever as you looked at your flustered roommate. "hey, they called me in for a little today so i'll probably be home pretty late," you said, opening the door a little wider. you leaned against the door frame, tilting your head a little as you crossed your arms over your chest. "whatcha working on?" you asked curiously, peering at ethan's tomato-red cheeks with an amused grin.

"oh!" ethan laughed nervously, unable to stop himself from subtly looking at the outfit you wore, "i'm working on.." he turned to his computer, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the youtube video he was watching earlier of how to play chess. "chess..?"

"huh." you clicked your tongue, peering into the screen. "okay. i gotta go— logan's gonna kill me if i show up late."

you failed to notice the way ethan's jaw clenched at the mention of your co-worker, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "don't stay up for me, 'kay?" you said with one final smile, one he quickly returned.

"okay! drive safe, please," ethan said earnestly, making you nod as you shut the door.

"y'know i always do!"

ethan waited until he heard you leave before he returned back to his page. he had planned later on in the week to make a video with chad, but today he had to make a video.

"fuckin' asshole," you grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your keys. the fact that they called you in just to say that they didn't need you that night only pissed you off a little bit. they didn't think to just text you instead of telling you to your face?

you turned your keys into the lock before slowly opening the door. it was relatively late now; you had left late and returned late. but you didn't want to disturb ethan.

door creaking softly as you shut it and locked it behind you, you didn't want to make your presence known to him as you kicked your shoes off gently. knowing ethan, he was probably fast asleep, playing video games, or talking to chad.

your sock-clad feet shuffled gently across the hard wood floor, a slow sigh leaving your lips until you heard a muffled sound from ethan's room.

you stopped in your tracks, head turning towards his door. was he still awake? a fond smile graced your face as you slowly walked closer, until stopping again when you heard another sound. a moan.

did he have someone over? you couldn't deny the slight hurt and jealousy that panged at your chest at that, your jaw clenching as you tried to push down your emotions.

good for him.

and you almost walked away then to leave ethan to his own devices, if you didn't hear that he whimpered out.

"fuck, this dildo's so big."

what the fuck did he just say?

you blinked, jaw almost dropping at the words coming out of your dear roomie's (not so) innocent mouth, the idea that ethan fucking landry, who sometimes forgot to clean up after himself because he got distracted by some other activity, was moaning like a pornstar.

swallowing thickly, you took a step closer.

and he forgot to shut his door. typical.

but your curiosity and desire was burning far too high for you to just walk away. for you to just turn away from your annoyingly handsome roommate who was letting out such salicious moans that you felt desire pooling at your stomach as you stepped closer and closer.

and when you pushed open ethan's door ever so slowly, you were so happy you gave into your temptations.

ethan looked delicious, ass hitting his headboard repeatedly as he fucked himself dumb on a dildo he had suction cupped to the wood. his eyes were shut tightly, imagining that it was you forcing his hips back to hit yours, making him sink further and further down onto your strap, making him whine as you stretched his ass just for you.

"mm, mm, mm, mm," ethan whimpered repeatedly with every push back of his hips, taking the dildo deeper into his ass with every push. hands gripping his comforter, ethan let out a filthy moan as he sank down fully on the cock, moan moving into a whine as he shifted a little on the dildo. "feels so.."

and when ethan finally opened his eyes, he saw you. shamelessly staring as you watched him fuck himself silly, jaw clenched and pupils dilated as you realized your roommate wasn't as innocent as you thought he was.

"don't stop," you said before ethan could say anything, voice coming out strained as you watched him look at you with wide, mildly horrified eyes.

"w—what?" ethan stared at you like a deer in headlights, hands gripping his comforter as he tried to process your words.

"did i stutter?" you said with a small tilt of your head, finding your voice as you stepped closer. "i said," you sat down right in front of him, eyes snapping to his phone, recording diligently, "don't. stop."

a wicked grin meets your lips as you stare down at him with hungry eyes, finally connecting the dots. “so this is what you do when i’m not home, huh?” grabbing his head of curls, you relish in the whine he lets out as you force him to look at you. “whoring yourself out for the entire internet to see. so don’t stop just because i’m watching.”

ethan bit down on his bottom lip, face red as he looked at you with doe eyes. “y/n,” he whined, eyes glassy and pupils dilated as he started at you. “you’re so mean,” he whimpered, cock twitching as you tilted your head in faux confusion, clicking your tongue.

“don’t you want me to be mean?” your tone changes a bit, melting into sincerity and genuine worry as you look down at ethan, making sure that it’s truly what he wants, that he’s wanted this as much as you have.

and when he nods, face flushing red, your eyes turn cold again.

“good boy.” and with that, you lean down to kiss him, making a delicious moan rip out of his throat as finally, your lips are on his. it’s a mess of tongue and desperation, your lips moving needily over hisas you bend him at an unnatural position. ethan was so compliant, becoming an easy puddle in your hands as he whined into your mouth as his hard cock rubbed against his comforter.

you pull away from him, hungry eyes staring at his pretty red parted lips and his flushed cheeks. “y/n— mommy—“ ethan babbles, already a mess as he stares at you with dilated pupils, eyes glassy with desperate tears.

"crying already?" you couldn't help but tease, caressing his face with one of your hands. ethan leaned into your soft touch, his heart pounding loud in his chest. but that moment of softness lasted briefly; with a sadistic smile on your face, you used your free hand to shove ethan by his shoulder, forcing him fully onto the plastic cock.

his mouth dropped open in a beautiful 'o' as he felt the 10 inch dildo fill him up again, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself up. poor baby was so needy, the fact that you fell so easily into the dominant role making him so hard that it hurt.

“if i knew you were such a slut, ethan,” you said, pulling him off of the dildo completely, leaving him empty and gaping, “i would’ve fucked you ages ago.”

ethan whimpered at that, unable to form any coherent sentence as you practically manhandled him to turn around, making it so that he was on his hands and knees with his ass towards you. pulling the dildo off of your headboard with a small pop, you hummed, forcing ethan’s ass back further.

he was so sinful, so compliant to your movements as you practically manhandled him into the position you wanted him in. “mommy, mommy please,” ethan babbled, anticipation making his body tingle as he wiggled his ass, trying to tempt you, “i’m so empty—“ he was cut off with a yelp as you slapped his ass hard, the pain making him whine for more.

all those days of him going off to the gym surely paid off. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of ethan’s ass as you slapped his other asscheek, making him whimper. “that’s for not telling me,” you growled, before slapping his other cheek, reveling in the whorish moan he let out. “that’s for slutting yourself out to anyone but me.” another slap, and another delicious moan.

spreading ethan open with one hand, revealing his gaping pink hole for you, you slapped his hole, hearing ethan sob at the stimulation. “and that’s because you fucking belong to me, got it?”

“yes— yes, mommy,” ethan cried out, tears already streaming down his pretty face as he struggled to keep himself together. he was so horny, so needy, so deep in his head space and you were only helping him. “y/n, i need you, please, i’m sorry, momma, i need you,” he whined out, his words slurring together as he sniffled.

you clicked your tongue, feigning boredom as you rubbed ethan’s rim teasingly, making him push his ass back further towards you. your other hand came to push his lower down, forcing him to arch his muscular back in such a lewd way. but ethan was basically putty in your hands, willing and compliant, and he arched his back so prettily for you.

“what do you need me to do, e?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you sank two fingers into him. ethan took it so easily, his breathing coming out in a low moan as he felt himself filled up.

and maybe it was because he was a bit of a size queen, but ethan wanted more.

“need you t’fuck me, mommy,” ethan said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. his pretty face was tear streaked, and his doe eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. “i’ve been so good, please,” he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. ethan’s mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt, how your fingers felt inside of him.

he had wanted you for so long. and now he had you.

you pulled your fingers out of his pretty pink hole, spitting over it, making ethan whimper. but before he could even keep thinking about you, you grabbed his thick dildo and slapped its fat head teasingly against his hole, making wet plap plap sounds. “so loose, baby,” you murmured in wonder, sliding the expanse of the cock against his hole. and just like the slut he was, ethan reached two hands behind him and spread his ass apart, cheeks burning red and cock hard from the exposure.

a wicked grin crawled onto your face as ethan whined pathetically, his babbles of “please” and “mommy i’m sorry” fueling your sadistic desire to make him beg.

too bad you were impatient.

you slid the dildo completely inside of him, making ethan’s eyes roll back as he was filled up completely again. “oh fuck—“ ethan cried out as you began moving the dildo in and out of him at a brutal pace, making him moan out in pleasure, his hands still spreading his ass apart for you.

“you’re such a dirty slut,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s arched back and making him keen. “i bet you’re always so desperate for pleasure, huh? always want to have a pussy to fuck or a dick to suck,” you teased, making ethan grip the comforter hard as he cried out.

“i’m— i’m a dirty slut,” ethan sobbed, his cock grinding against the sheets as you fucked him at such a brutal pace. he felt drool slipping from his mouth, his mouth making such salacious noises that he had no control over. you had practically broken him at this point, his mind solely focused on you and how full he felt as the thick dildo pumped in and out of his ass.

“yeah you are. you just love being a whore for everyone, huh?” you laughed cruelly, watching as ethan pushed his hips back to meet your movements.

“ah, ah, ah, ah!” ethan moaned repeatedly, tongue lolling out and back arching even more as he felt you hit his prostate over and over. he could’ve cum right then and there, but ethan took pride in being a good boy for you. “mommy— mommy, can i cum?” he asked frantically, feeling the dildo pump in and out of him faster. precum stained his sheets as ethan’s thick cock bobbed with every push into him.

“i don’t know if needy sluts deserve to cum,” you tsked, a smirk growing on your face when you heard ethan practically sob at your denial.

he buried his face into his pillows as you dragged the dildo out until only its fat tip was inside, until you shoved it all into him at once. the moan ethan let out echoed in the room, his tears staining his pillows as he begged for you. “please, please, please,” ethan whimpered out like a mantra, looking back at you with teary hazel eyes. “mommy, please—!”

“cum for mommy, ethan,” you murmured, kissing down ethan’s back once again.

“oh fuck— oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” ethan whined out, his voice becoming breathy and high pitched as he came over his sheets, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head at the power of his orgasm. you pumped the thick dildo in and out of him through his orgasm, murmuring praise as ethan’s body finally went limp.

you peppered kisses all along ethan’s back, ready to pull the dildo out of ethan before he stopped you, his hand grabbing your free hand. “keep it in,” he murmured, pupils blown wide as he looked at you with a red tear stained face.

“i wanna keep it inside while you ride my face.”

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astrxq · 11 months

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heyy so i had this spiderman!ethan idea for daysss now, i absolutely love your writing, i don't know if i already sent this to you or not. if i did im sorry😭😭

reader and ethan having huge crushes on eachother

ethan is so oblivious and clueless, he believes a girl like her would never like him

reader tries really hard to get his attention and send him hints that she wants him but in vain. she ends up thinking he doesn't feel the same.

until spiderman comes to rescue her one day, they talk, and from this day spiderman takes the habit to give her a visit or two once in a week.

they begin to form a friendship of some sort, ethan behind his mask is so happy he can finally talk to her without getting nervous, he's confident with his suit on and flirts with her.

she is flattered but her mind keeps going back to ethan.

one day ethan as spiderman decides to make a move on her, she hesitates and ends up stopping him, confessing that her heart is already taken by the landry boy.

ethan still hidden behind his mask is shocked, confused but oh so happy to hear her say those words.

for a moment they stop talking, reader is worried thinking she hurt his feelings, but ethan is debating inside on whether he should take his mask off or not.

"fuck it", he takes it off revealing himself, she is completely astonished, but without a word he cups her face and gently kisses her.

a study date?

spiderman!ethan x fem!reader

words: 4.3k

notes: spiderman ethan is my favorite thing ever

Liking Ethan Landry was a nightmare. Every single interaction with the boy left you unsure of whether he liked you or not. His shy persona left you searching for answers, desperately seeking signs that might show the truth of his intentions.

The way he stumbled over his words, the fleeting glances he stole when he thought you weren't looking, and the gentle blush that painted his cheeks made you question if he liked you back, or if he was just very awkward. Probably the second one, right?

You found yourself analyzing every interaction, parsing every word and gesture for hidden meanings. You pondered the countless possibilities, teetering on the precipice of hoping that your feelings were reciprocated. But it all came back to him not feeling the same way.

Mindy's rant about the horror movie she had watched the night before shook you away from your thoughts, your eyes fleeting up to your friend as she moved her hands around in excitement while you all listened to her. From the corner of your eye, you could see Ethan's leg bouncing up and down right next to Chad.

"I mean, the jump scares were insane! I practically jumped out of my skin." You forced a smile, trying to feign interest in Mindy's movie review while your mind kept drifting back to Ethan. It seemed like an endless loop, your thoughts consumed by him. You wanted so desperately to know what was going on in his head, but his quiet nature only added to your confusion.

Tara bumped her elbow into yours, earning your attention. "You okay?" She raised her brows as she whispered to you, quietly enough for the others to still be focusing on Mindy's monologue.

You hummed, nodding your head at her with a forced smile. It's not like you hadn't tried to hint that you liked Ethan, but his responses were always confusing, leaving you in a constant state of uncertainty.

As the group chatted and laughed, you couldn't help but steal glances at Ethan. His eyes were fixed on Mindy, seemingly engrossed in her storytelling. The questions swirled in your mind. You must have looked at Ethan for too long because Tara let out a small, quiet chuckle.

She leaned in closer, her voice still barely audible. "Sometimes guys are just clueless." You shrugged before uncomfortably shifting on the couch. "Maybe he just doesn't like me, I don't know," you started.

"It just feels like... sometimes, he does?" Tara nodded, understanding before setting her hand on yours, squeezing it just a bit. "I get it," she replied softly. "But trust me, guys can be really clueless sometimes. They might not even realize that their actions are sending mixed signals. And you have been giving hints."

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, maybe I'm just overanalyzing it. But this is driving me crazy." Mindy finished her rambling once Anika raised her hand to ask a question, changing the subject. Tara glanced at Mindy and Anika, then turned her attention back to you with a soft smile.

"Maybe be more direct with him? Ask him out?"

"I have! He just always invites Chad along." Tara raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, have you considered that maybe Ethan is just too nervous to go on a date with you alone?"

You groaned, frustration evident in your voice. "I don't know, Tara. It's like he's intentionally avoiding being alone with me. Every time I suggest something, he finds a way to include Chad or someone else in our plans. He's definitely not interested."

Tara tilted her head, contemplating your words. "Or maybe he's afraid of making things awkward between you two. Some guys just have a hard time expressing their feelings, especially when they really like someone."

You sighed, "Please don't feed into my delusions, Tara." She chuckled and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'm not trying to feed into your delusions, I promise. But maybe Ethan is just as confused as you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I doubt that. I've been very obvious about it." Tara smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Obvious, huh? Maybe he's just blind, then."

You glared at her playfully. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Alright, maybe you're the blind one." She motioned towards where he sat with her head with a smirk, making your eyes trail to where she was pointing, catching the boy staring. Ethan gulped a bit before looking away, down to his lap. "See?"

"Maybe he heard us talk about him," you panicked, looking at Tara for help, "or... he was just staring at you," she said, raising her eyebrows in amusement at your nervousness. "I don't know, Tara, I'm getting tired of wondering if he likes me or not all the time."

"Come on, don't give up. I'm sure he likes you." Tara's words offered a glimmer of hope amidst your frustration. You let out a sigh, contemplating her reassurance. "You really think so?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with sincerity. "Absolutely. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. There's something there, trust me."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest at Tara's words. Maybe there was a chance, after all. "But what do I do? I've tried dropping hints, and it hasn't really worked."

Tara leaned in closer, her voice laced with mischief. "Well, if subtle hints aren't getting through to him, then maybe it's time to be more direct. Take matters into your own hands."

Your eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. "You mean… like, confessing my feelings to him?" She snorted, "Yeah, sure. You'd kill yourself before doing that. Just ask him out, make sure you make it very, veeery obvious that you want it to be just the two of you. No Chad."

You chuckled nervously at Tara's teasing remark. "Okay, fine. I'll ask him out and make it crystal clear that it's just the two of us. No Chad in sight. I can do that, right?"

Tara grinned mischievously. "Absolutely! You got this." As she spoke, Mindy and Anika had finished their conversation, and the group's attention had shifted to different conversations, Chad and Ethan deep into a talk about some video game they'd bought for their dorm. The girls' attention shifted back to you and Tara. Mindy, noticing the seriousness on your face, chimed in, "What's going on?"

"Y/N's gonna ask Ethan out," Tara whispered back, and Anika looked just as confused as Mindy. "Again?" they both said. "See?" you turned to Tara, an 'I told you so' look on your face.

Tara shrugged, a smirk still playing on her lips. "This time, she's gonna make it crystal clear. No room for misinterpretation."

Anika leaned closer, her eyes widening with excitement. "Oh my god, this is getting interesting! How are you gonna ask him?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix

of nervousness and determination. "I have no idea. Maybe a study date?" Tara made a gagging sound, "Nerds."

"There's no way he will think that's a date. He's very stupid with girls, we've gone over this," Mindy added. "Make it obvious." She shifted so her hand was atop her girlfriend's, lacing their fingers together. "A study date is a good idea, I think," Anika added.

Mindy raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on her face. "And how exactly are you going to make it obvious so it doesn't look like a regular study session?"

You glanced at Tara, who couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, it's gonna be fun. Just... flirt a little, touch his arm, eye contact..."

Anika clapped her hands, unable to contain her excitement. "Yes! I can already imagine it. The two of you, it's like a romcom!" You blushed at the thought of turning your study date into a romantic movie-worthy moment.

"I don't know if I can pull that off," you admitted, feeling a surge of nerves build up inside of you. Anika nudged your shoulder with her hand, smiling at you. "Don't say that! You got this. And if he's as clueless as you think, maybe you'll have to go in for the kiss."

You covered your face with your hands, feeling it heating up. "Oh god. No, no, no."

"You don't wanna kiss him?" she asked, "Of course I do! Just- don't say that."

"Say what? That you wanna kiss the guy you have a crush on?" Mindy chimed in, holding back a laugh at your very obvious embarrassment. "Please stop it, I'll explode, I can feel it."

"That'd be fun to see," Chad said, having moved from his spot on the couch to standing behind you, his hands leaning on the back of the couch, Ethan next to him. "Why are you exploding?"

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you tried to collect yourself. "Uh, no reason, Chad. Just… figurative exploding, you know?" You stammered, hoping to divert the conversation away from your crush on Ethan. But just as you seemed to focus on Chad, Ethan spoke. "What's wrong?"

You glanced at Tara, silently pleading for help. She chimed in, saving you from further embarrassment. "Oh, it's nothing, just some inside joke. Don't worry about it, Ethan."

Chad, ever the teasing friend, leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, are we missing any gossip? You know I love gossip, don't do this to me." He pretended to beg as he nudged Ethan playfully.

Ethan's cheeks turned a shade of pink as he shrugged, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he looked away. "I… I don't know. They were talking about… exploding?"

"Y/N's just been struggling with a business assignment, that's it," Anika said, winking your way as she tried to ease in the study date idea. "Oh, I can help you with that if you want," Ethan said, his hand slightly fidgeting with one of the couch pillows nervously as Chad grinned from next to him.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of hope as Ethan offered to help you with your assignment. Maybe this was your chance to spend some quality time together and make your intentions clear. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"That would be amazing, Ethan," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. "I could really use some help." You smiled, and Ethan lingered for a second before asking, "Uh, you could come by our dorm tomorrow? Chad needs my help with biology anyway."

You could scream, you could actually feel that fake explosion building up inside of you. Trying to hide your disappointment, you nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds great! I could definitely use your help, and it'll be nice to hang out with you guys."

You swore you heard Mindy groan, and you felt her eyeroll from the back of your head. Ethan blushed, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he managed to speak up again. "Yeah, it'll be fun. We can order some pizza too," he suggested, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled nervously, glancing at Tara for a supportive look. She gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to make your move during the study session. "Pizza sounds nice." You tried your best to make your voice sound cheerful, seeing the way Chad looked at Ethan before shaking his head a bit.

"I can just... ask someone from my class for help," Chad trailed off, "It will be more productive if we just do it all at once, right?" Ethan said, widening his eyes, as if trying to communicate with Chad, trying to tell him that he needed him there so he wouldn't freak out. But you felt your chest heave at the thought of Ethan wanting Chad to be there so badly.

Anika quickly changed the subject, talking about how her parents were going to be in town for the week. And you felt Chad give your shoulder a small reassuring tap before following behind Ethan to sit down on their old spot.

Chad kept tapping on the table with his pencil as you bounced your leg up and down, waiting for Ethan to appear. He'd agreed to meet up at seven; he had even texted you earlier to confirm the time. But now, it was almost thirty minutes past, and there was still no sign of Ethan.

You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Chad noticed your unease and leaned in, whispering, "He's probably just caught up with something. Don't worry; he'll be here soon."

"Yeah, probably," you hummed, deciding to start the assignment on your own. A few minutes went by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Chad, sensing your growing impatience, glanced at his phone and let out a small sigh.

"I'll shoot him a text, see what's taking him so long," he offered, his fingers quickly typing a message to Ethan. You appreciated his gesture and continued to fiddle with your pen, trying to focus on the assignment, but your mind kept wandering back to Ethan's absence.

After what felt like an eternity, Chad finally looked up from his phone with a perplexed expression. "He's not answering," he revealed, his brows furrowing. "That's weird. Ethan always has his phone glued to his hand."

"Maybe he just forgot," you murmured. "Are you any good at biology?" he asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked over his homework once again. "Because I'm not getting this." You shook your head but still reached for the paper in his hands, reading it over before pointing at one of the questions.

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and the opportunity to help Chad with the assignment. "Actually, I think I can help you with this one. It's a bit tricky, but let me break it down for you." You began explaining the concept, your focus shifting from Ethan's absence to the task at hand. Chad listened intently, nodding along as you explained.

An hour ticked by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Your initial anticipation had turned into frustration and a tinge of hurt. You couldn't help but feel disappointed by his absence, wondering what could have possibly kept him from showing up.

"He does this sometimes," Chad explained, "he'll disappear for a few hours and come back late." You hummed once again, checking the time. "I think I'll get going." You stood up, gathering your things as Chad grabbed your papers. "Thanks for helping me, Y/N."

You sent a small smile his way before he offered to walk you to the door. "You like him a lot, huh?" he asked, teasing. You felt your cheeks burn, and you chuckled before pushing him gently. "Shut up." You turned to leave, a huge smile playing on your lips as you heard Chad laugh from behind you.

On the walk back to yours and Tara's dorm, you heard people yelling from afar. Curiosity piqued, you picked up your pace to check what was going on. From a distance, you could see a group of teenagers, all wearing masks that covered their faces, and a woman clutching her grocery bags with some items on the floor.

In front of her stood a guy dressed in spandex. You carefully took some steps closer, quickly recognizing the masked hero from the news you'd seen many times. They called him "Spider-Man," and you'd heard Chad geek out about him too many times.

You couldn't resist getting closer, wanting to catch a better glimpse of Spider-Man. You moved closer when the group of teens scattered around, leaving the hero with the woman. Once you were close enough, you picked up some of the food containers that had been dropped to the floor. "Thanks, honey," the lady said.

Spider-Man looked up, his big white bug eyes fixating on yours. He cleared his throat and messily handed the woman her groceries before fully standing up. "Thank you," he said, his voice clearly deeper as he tried to make it unrecognizable to you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you stood face to face with Spider-Man, the legendary hero you had heard so much about. His presence was both thrilling and intimidating, and you couldn't believe that you were actually interacting with him.

"You're welcome," you managed to say, a mix of awe and disbelief in your voice. "It's amazing to see you in action, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man chuckled behind his mask, a sound that was both lighthearted and reassuring. "Well, it's all in a day's work. Just doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duty," he replied, Ethan's voice still poorly disguised by the mask and his attempt to deepen it.

Soon enough, all the containers were back in the woman's bags, and some of the streetlights had turned off due to the lateness of the hour. You started to make your way back home, holding onto your bag that hung on your shoulder, still thinking about Ethan.

You almost jumped when the hero dropped to the floor in front of you, his bug eyes widening a bit. "Would you like me to walk you back?" you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the offer.

"Oh, um, that's really nice of you, but it's not necessary," you replied, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. Spider-Man tilted his head, his masked face unreadable. "Are you sure? It's late, and you never know what might be lurking around."

You glanced around the dimly lit street, feeling a chill run down your spine. The idea of walking home alone suddenly seemed less appealing. "Well, if you insist," you said, mustering a smile. "I would appreciate the company."

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You stole glances at Spider-Man, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the mask, but his identity remained a mystery.

"So," Spider-Man began, breaking the silence, "how did you end up at that scene earlier? It's not often I see civilians lending a hand."

You chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I just left my friend's dorm a few minutes ago; I was just walking by." He hummed and seemed to think for a second, a small "shit" leaving his lips once he realized he'd practically stood you up.

"This late?" he tried to seem nonchalant. "Well, it's a funny story," you said, trying to brush off the situation. "I was actually supposed to meet someone there, but he never showed up."

"I'm sorry that happened. He must be an idiot."

"He isn't. He's very sweet," you said, chuckling a bit at the thought of Ethan, "it's just... I thought he liked me, I don't know." Spider-Man nodded, his mask concealing any hint of surprise. "I think he's an idiot if he doesn't." He adjusted his web shooters, feeling guilty for hurting your feelings.

You glanced at Spider-Man, who had unknowingly taken the place of Ethan in your evening plans. His words brought a small smile to your face, appreciating the support from a stranger. "That's really kind of you to say."

Spider-Man scratched the back of his head through his mask, a gesture that seemed strangely familiar. "Well, sometimes guys can be clueless."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of validation and disappointment. "Yeah, you're right. It's just… confusing. Sometimes it feels like he does like me, and then..." you trailed off, "God, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, sorry."

Ethan chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. "No need to apologize. Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger about these things. I guess that's the advantage of the mask," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, I guess. It's just frustrating, you know? Mixed signals and all that." He nodded again, slightly frowning under his mask.

As the two of you walked, the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease a bit. You felt comfortable with Spider-Man, as weird as it sounded, even if his true identity remained a mystery.

You approached your dorm building, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your time with Spider-Man was coming to an end. He reminded you of Ethan; their mannerisms were very similar. But the thought of them being the same person didn't come to mind as you talked.

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing toward the building. "Thank you so much for walking me back. It was really nice talking to you, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man nodded, "The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. Stay safe." He made a salute sign with his fingers, letting out an awkward laugh as he embarrassedly walked away.

Ethan sighed once again, adjusting his mask as he stood in front of your dorm's door. He was nervous that you'd hate him for showing up at your door dressed as Spider-Man and about to reveal his biggest secret to you. He had been standing there for about five minutes, overthinking it.

When he knocked, though, Tara opened the door with a confused look on her face. "What the..."

"Is Y/N here?" he asked, trying his best to deepen his voice. Tara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the masked hero standing at the door. She glanced back at you and called out your name. "Y/N, Spider-Man is here to see you."

You looked up from your laptop, confusion evident on your face. Putting it away, you walked towards the door, your gaze shifting from Tara to Spider-Man. As you approached, you noticed nervousness in the masked hero's posture. "What are you doing here?" you said, your voice laced with surprise.

Tara moved out of the way, staring attentively at the stranger at the door. Ethan grew more nervous under her gaze. He turned to face her and then back to you. "Uh... I was hoping we could talk? Alone?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, and Tara walked out of the dorm, her eyes still wide. "Chad is gonna freak out," she mouthed to you before closing the door, leaving you and Ethan alone in the dorm room.

"What's going on?" you asked, confusion evident on your face. "That guy... you like him, right?"

His question made you stop and think, not really understanding. "Uh, yes. Sorry, why are you here exactly?" Ethan took a deep breath, the nerves apparent in his voice as he began to speak. "I... I wanted to apologize for not showing up last week. It was completely my fault, and I understand if you're upset with me. I can't make any excuses for my behavior."

"What?"

Only then did Ethan realize he messed up the order of the plan he'd practiced hidden in his dorm's bathroom. He was supposed to take the mask off first. "Oh, uhm," he reached for the hem of his mask, struggling.

With a slightly awkward tug, Ethan managed to remove the mask, revealing his familiar face. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looked at you, his eyes filled with both apprehension and hope. You stood there, stunned, as you processed the revelation. The pieces started falling into place, connecting the dots between Ethan's absence, Chad's mention of him disappearing, and the familiar mannerisms you noticed while walking with Spider-Man.

"You're Spider-Man," you stated, trying to process it. "I'm so sorry I stood you up. I lost track of time. And—" you cut him off, waving your hand up to shut him up. "I'm sorry, you're Spider-Man?"

"Yes? Yes," he said, stumbling over his words at your slight rejection of his apology. "But... I wanted to hang out with you, I just... forgot. I'm sorry." You were baffled at how quickly he'd moved on from the fact that he was the masked hero of New York.

He sighed, "I really like you." He nodded to himself, slightly smiling at the fact that he'd finally gotten the courage to confess. You stayed silent, overwhelmed by the amount of confessions Ethan had just dropped on you.

"I... I need to sit down."

He raised his eyebrows, pulling out one of the chairs at the lunch table for you to sit on, then another one for him. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "The guy I've been crushing on turns out to be a superhero. It's like something out of a movie."

Ethan's smile grew wider, relief washing over his features. "I understand if you're upset." You took a deep breath, letting the initial disappointment fade away. "I was."

"I won't tell anybody," you promised, reaching for his hand on his knee, your legs bumping into each other's.

His hand nervously reached out from under yours, gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm and tender, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You could feel the electricity in the air, the undeniable connection between the two of you.

The kiss was hesitant at first, as if both of you were exploring unfamiliar territory. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, growing more passionate and fervent. Ethan's hand on your cheek caressed your skin, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. Your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, holding onto him as if afraid to let go.

Tara's knocking on the door made you pull back, her voice loud through the door. "Can I come in? I think they're throwing a party across the hall, and I don't wanna be here right now." You jumped to stand up.

Ethan widened his eyes, pulling his curly head inside of the mask again before standing up to hug you and quickly pulling at your window, waving at you right as you nervously opened the door for Tara.

#ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #spiderman!ethan landry #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream movie #ethan landry x you #spiderman x reader

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— ethan landry hc’s

a/n: i literally cannot stop the ethan brainrot it is never ending (send help), not proofread tbh just a dump of thoughts

sfw! might do nsfw later idk lol

- ethan is the sweetest friend ever

-definitely has a crush on you, he’s very much friends to lovers even idiots to lovers

-like he’s so painfully oblivious to when people like him it’s not even funny ): he just thinks that people don’t really notice him

-what he doesn’t know is there are so many people who think he’s attractive (you’re also one of them)

-definitely you who has to make the first move he absolutely is a horrible flirt (he’s so lame i’m in love w him)

-his preferred first date is something lowkey, i feel like he would be so content just like going for coffee & going on a walk, nothing too fancy

-dream date of his is definitely going to the library and picking out books for each other and then discussing them together (AHHHHHH)

- he’s also a huge fan of just staying in and watching whatever you want while eating takeout

-this man would cook but he legitimately only knows 5 dishes. he cannot cook at all.

- he prefers your place over his, chad’s just always in the way and always inserting himself, your roommate literally just lives at their s/o’s place

-on the topic of watching movies & shows, he loves bad reality tv shows, but he won’t admit it, you catch him watching them after you had binged one season of a show (you don’t tell him, his blush & stuttering when he gets caught makes you smile)

-tbh i feel like he’s the type to ask you to be his s/o after a few dates, like you’re friends beforehand so he knows you, but he probably just wants to be cautious and make sure that you are on the same page

-chad gives him horrible advice on how to as you to be his s/o

- chad: “do a flash mob, that’ll get their attention”ethan: “absolutely not.”

-he eventually asks you out in the sweetest way

-take you to your favorite place and he prepares a cute love letter & mixtape for you, like on a cd

-he’s a romantic wbk idk i love him

-he definitely panics and forgets what he was gonna say when you just look at him and tilt your head in confusion

-“uhm… so as you know… uhm…”

-once you let him know he’s okay and you’re not gonna laugh, he finally asks and i swear he probably blacks out when you say yes

-“can you repeat that, i think i blacked out”

-he LOVES coming up behind you and just wrapping his arms around your waist, laying his head on top of your head

- definitely loves you in his clothes (also would never admit to this), but you notice he starts to buy more sweaters & shirts

- he writes you love letters every month, even if they’re just short and sweet, so that you always know you’re loved

-he’s kinda a klutz sometimes so you gotta patch him up, you notice sometimes he “falls” just to get a kiss from you

-gets you little presents whenever he can, even if it’s just coffee or something

-always let’s you know you’re loved, literally never lets you not hear it

-all in all he’s a sweet boyfriend man i love him

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream imagine #scream fanfic #scream headcanons #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #scream #jack champion fanfic

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Jealousy

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader

Request: "basically, reader acts like she hates ethan because she thinks he has a big crush on Sarah, but eth hears her talking about him to Erica or smth??? I just think it would be sooo cute tysm"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cussing

A/n: anyone wanna come up with titles for me? I'm done.

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“Is she still staring at me?”

“Yep” Ethan went to adjust the hood of his hoodie again.

“Can you be any more obvious than that?” Benny remarks and Ethan’s hands go down slowly

“What’s her deal anyways? What did I even do wrong?”

“Why are you asking me? How would I know?”

“Hey guys!” a certain blonde boy appears , with a tray of food in hand

“Rory, sit down and eat your food!”

“Well someone’s in a bad mood today, damn Benny.”

Ethan is still staring down at his lunch. The mere thought of putting something in his mouth feels overwhelming. Anxiety runs through his body and he can’t stop his leg from shaking under the table. He’s trying not to make it obvious that he can feel your gaze on the back of his head from the other side of the room but that’s very difficult.

“What’s wrong with you E? What's wrong with everyone today?” Rory, the ever-so-oblivious, picked up on him acting weird. That’s definitely a bad sign.

“Y/n has been tearing him limb for limb with her eyes for the last 5 days and he has no idea why.” Benny answers

“Why?”

“...didn’t I just say…” and the normal banter starts again

Ethan does the same thing he’s been doing every night for the last 3 days: think. Think back to the day you stopped talking. Where was he? Well at school, it was monday. What did he do? Nothing unusual. Just classes and then lunch with the guys. He’s gone through his routine a dozen times by now, there was nothing to point out new and the more time passed, the more blurry his memories got.

The most frustrating part was how sudden it had all been. You two were so close, in fact you were the closest you had ever been. Ethan met you around 3 years ago now, when you joined their little friend group but in the past month, it was like you and him were growing so much closer within your own relationship. There was a lot more time spent between just the two of you, a lot more messages exchanged. Late night video game competitions and sometimes study sessions, although those would more than definitely turn into a regular hangout session with no work done. Ethan was enjoying how much more time you would spend at his house everyday and how happy you seemed to always be. He felt so comfortable with you. There was a sense of never having to worry about being anything other than himself, because he knew, without a doubt, that you liked him just as he was. He didn’t need to show off, and that was nice!

And then suddenly you’re not wishing him good morning when you walk past his locker. You take a seat at a different table in your shared classes. When Ethan approached you to see what’s up, you quickly made some lame excuse and got out of there, every time! You stopped replying to messages, let alone come over like you used to. At first he thought you were going through something and needed your space, so he tried to respect that. But the more time passed, the less ignored he felt and much more resented. The nasty glares, purposeful ignorance of him. You didn’t even make the effort to reply to him when he approached you at school anymore, instead walking right on ahead without eye contact. Now you were sitting at a different table for lunch, staring arrows at the back of his head. It was really aggravating how what he considered to be a nice, open and honest friendship was now turning into what felt like a rivalry. He didn’t like accepting it but your behavior was growing aggravating. It was getting on his nerves and even he could tolerate it any longer. He couldn’t stand the thought he did something wrong. He was perfectly innocent! None of the people he asked could think of something he did wrong. HE couldn’t think of something he did wrong. You were so absurd for this! You were so absurd in your behavior for no reason at all!!

The days passed on like that. One week turned into 2 and you still weren’t talking. In fact Ethan had resolved to send you his own nasty glances. When he catches you staring at him again, with the same aggravated frown, he simply raises his eyebrows in a challenge instead of pretending not to notice. It sure didn’t help mend things but he was exhausted of you. If you were looking for attention you’d have to find it elsewhere!

And things kept getting worse! Ethan was still upset and could not get over you. Could not go back to being his old, cheery self knowing you were mad at him. He tried to push his questioning thoughts away but sometimes they were just too much. One positive thing came out of that though: he created a mechanism. When he felt his head too heavy with thoughts, he would go out for a walk. It’s not anything he generally did, but it helped now and it was probably good for him to get some fresh air so it’s ok. That’s how he found himself hearing your laugh. At first he thought he was imagining but no, it was definitely you. Even tho he wasn’t sure where the noise was coming from, it was definitely you!

He tried following the sound, which led him down the street to a convenience store. He didn’t have to pass the corner of the building to know you would be there. He could now clearly hear you and Erica talking.

“It’s not my fault!” your annoyed voice was somehow comforting after so long of no contact

“Listen, I’m never gonna be the one to blame you. If anything, boys are always at fault!”

that got a laugh out of you. So sweet and innocent, it made Ethan feel weak. He knew he shouldn’t be listening into your private conversations but God, it was too interesting to back out now.

“Whatever. I mean he can like who he likes, it’s not my problem to deal with but also, I don’t wanna just sit on the sidelines and watch that happening. Gross!”

“Do you think she would say yes to him?”

“Erica I seriously don’t wanna think about it”

“I mean Sarah is way out of his league in the first place. And definitely uninterested. I mean could you actually imagine them together?”

“Ethan and Sarah? Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of imagining, thanks!”

This made E’s heart drop to his stomach. Him and Sarah? What the hell was this about? There was nothing going on between them. Yes, she was a pretty girl and he used to have a crush on her but that was a long while ago now. He’s swiftly moved on since she made it very clear that she was uninterested. Plus, the closer they got, the more he grew to understand that they would really not work, so it was all fine. So why were they the subject of conversation?

“Of all the girls in the world, you were the closest to him. Honestly, if he was gonna fall for someone, it should have been you!” and you scoff at this

“Well it wasn’t. I heard them talk. He’s into Sarah and all the guys are supportive of that. They are good friends and I wish them all the best but he made his decision and it was not me so I’m moving on in the only way I know how. Creating distance.” “Whatever you say girlie!” Erica’s voice seemed uninterested

Ethan left after that. He had heard too much. ```

He couldn’t find the courage to approach you about what he’d heard immediately after. A part of him was worried you would get mad for listening in on your conversations, the other part of him kept questioning what he’d heard and if it was really true. Did you want him to choose you? Because he will. He already has damn it, just didn’t have the courage to express it. Is that why you were so cold all of a sudden? Would this count as jealousy? He blushed anytime he thought about it. You were jealous because you wanted to be with him! How much luckier can a guy get?

At first he wanted to talk to Benny about it, get some advice but on second thought, decided not to. For a small second he considered asking his mom but quickly changed his mind. He had never really had ‘girl problems’ if you can even call it that, he wasn’t sure who to go to for advice.

It took about a week for him to build up the courage to talk to you. He had pondered the idea back and forth basically every waking moment and was never sure what to do really. When he saw you waiting at the bus station one day after school, all alone and scrolling on his phone, he pushed back every thought and insecurity he felt and approached you, almost mechanically.

“Hey!” his voice cracked a little, giving away the nerves swirling in his head. You barely spared him a second of your time to look at him before going back to scrolling

“How have you been?” he tried, admittedly lacking the old confidence he had around you

“Just peachy. You need something or what?”

“Just making conversation.”

“yeah…don’t really feel like it. Long day, y’know?” but when you caught his eye, the boredom was so clear in your eyes. It hurt him more to see you didn’t even care about hiding your distaste for him anymore

“Yep, got it.” Ethan laughed in response. All his courage, gone! Within seconds!! That irritated him so much. He had prepared for this. Went through every possible scenario, even tried acting out some speeches in his room in preparation and you still had him at your feet with a glance. He felt pathetic and for the first time ever, genuinely enraged by this whole situation. You used to be best fucking friends and look at you now! All within a matter of weeks and from a misunderstanding at that too!!! He knew how to fix this, he just had to say it so why couldn’t he?

“I don’t even like Sarah like that…'' he snarled, under his breath and frankly it was a miracle that you heard him over the white noise of the busy town.

“Like shit you don’t.”

That’s what you had to say? Of all fucking things that was your first reaction?!

“How would you even know how I feel?”

“Clear as day on your face and actions! I don’t need to be a mind reader to crack into that big head of yours!”

“You have no idea what you are even talking about! I act with her the same way I act with all my friends!” Ethan’s voice failed to hide the anger surging through his body. Now, as he faced you completely, head tall and fists clenched in frustration, you seemed just as uninterested. Your gaze didn’t shift from the cracked screen of your phone, shoulders hunched, totally disengaged. It just fueled E more.

“ You don’t even have a problem with Sarah!” he started again, throwing all logic to the wind and speaking whatever came to him “ You just hate that she’s a girl! You would have made this shit up regardless of who it was I got close to!”

Finally, your attention was on him!

“What the fuck makes you think I care enough for that?” you stood up, looking him in the eye

“You mean to tell me we’ve been friends for years with no problems but the second a new girl enters my life and I start spending time with her, you act all crazy and throw a fit? What am I supposed to make of that?” “This has nothing to do with Sarah to begin with! See? There you go making false assumptions again and acting all smart about them, like you actually did something!” “I’m not the one making unbased theories and running with them! You never even asked me about my feelings for Sarah! You just draw a conclusion yourself and then go complain about me to Erica, don’t you?” Anyone would have been able to see the dots connecting in your head at that time. You didn’t spend that much time with Erica anyways.

“You were there?”

“I was behind the corner of the store”

“You were hiding?! What the hell?”

“I wasn’t doing anything! I was out on a walk, I happened to hear your voice!” but his explanation gains him nothing but an irritated scoff. You go back to your phone, seemingly ready to ignore him again, but that just won’t be enough

“So now that all the cards are on the table, can we address the elephant in the room?”

“As I said, you like Sarah. It’s very clear. And that’s fine and you can do whatever you want!” your voice didn’t carry the same rage as before, much more mellow and distant.

Detached.

“I liked Sarah! A long time ago. I don’t now!”

“Okay” said with absolute indifference. Ethan, couldn’t help a roll of the eyes

“You’re unbelievable!” “What do you honestly want me to do right now?!”

“Just say that you like me, if you do!” “I fucking like you Ethan! God damn, I’d think you’d be smart enough to piece it together yourself but clearly you’re just-”

The grasp Ethan had on the back of your head felt strangely powerful and as he pulled you into him, locking your lips together, you genuinely felt yourself considering if this was the same man you knew! Truth be told, Ethan thought about this moment forever! About kissing you, about confessing to you! When he heard your conversation with Erica however, perspectives changed. Now all his thoughts were clouded by you confessing to him, admitting that what his speculations were, in fact, true. He thought about what he would say, how he would react to receiving that confirmation. He practiced the soft smile he’d give you in return, the quiet but tender confession of his own feelings. One thing he never expected himself to do is to aggressively pull you by the back of your neck and kiss you powerfully. He never thought himself the kind to have enough confidence to just go in for such a shameless kiss, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to just shut you up!

It took a little bit to register, to wrap your head around the sharp pull of your hair and the sloppy moves of his lips on yours. Every conceivable thought in your head told you to pull away, slap him, tell him to leave you alone but your body had a mind of its own and you found yourself tugging him closer by the collar. Your lips moved on his with just as much intensity and fervor as his! The build up of emotion, frustration, anger, all of it boiled down to this moment. Ethan’s hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and finally, as if satisfied with this outcome, his grip on you loosened. His kisses turned progressively softer. The hand in your hair moved to cup your cheek and almost instinctively, you followed his lead, letting go of the tight grip you had on his shirt, resting your hand of his chest instead.

It felt like a real kiss. Like all the kisses you dreamed about every time you thought of him. You knew your cheeks were burning up and that now, after your anger had subsided, the reality of your situation, the confession, Ethan’s fingers pressing into the plush of your waist, all of it made you shy. When he finally pulled away, bruised lips and breathing heavily, you couldn’t look at him. All this time, you used your anger to cover for just how weak in the knees this man had you but now, somehow, even that had been stripped away.

“I…um..sorry about that! I...should have asked” Ethan was blushing just as much. He was starting to second guess his actions. He took 2 steps back, giving you room again, the feeling of your ragged breaths so close to his lips made his head spin

“It’s ok” you whispered. This was an unusual situation. In one move, all your cards had been turned upside down and now there was no point in even trying to deny the truth.

“So are we good?” Despite trying to sound confident, you could hear the edge of nervousness in Ethan’s voice. It’s the kind of knowledge that comes with many years spent together, and the thought makes you smile.

“Yeah. We’re good.” “Can we possibly be more than good?” Ethan’s chuckles, as if he already knows the answer, if the blush on your cheeks is anything to go by anyways. You giggle in return and nod.

#mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan fluff #my babysitters a vampire

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One Night in Cordonia Chapter 8: All's Well That Ends Well

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts a Round Robin Event. Fandom: TRR, with some OH introduced here Pairings: You'll See lol Word count: 2.2k (I went over a little - sorry!) Rating: Mature Warnings: talks about sex, innuendos, language Prompt: Cocktails, Gala - @choicesjunechallenge A/N: Every now and then, it's fun to just take your characters and put them in different surroundings. This lil' crack fic allowed me to do just that. I was going to say it's not really "my" Ethan and Tobias here, but, to be honest, it could be them in my Ethan/Kaycee world. Thanks for putting this together and including me Angela!

Next author: ??? @angelasscribbles ???

Summary: It's Leo's social season. The day is Beaumont bash after the formal dinner is done and the royal couple has left. Anton sends his second in command, Claudius, to spread a fog, "Death Smash," that would leave the guests paralyzed and he would attack. But the gas delivered was Shagging smog 2.0 by mistake, leading to a sexual frenzy amongst guests. Anton himself goes to check and falls prey to the gas. The only unaffected members are Max (immune), Leo (because he was in the gardens), and Olivia (partially affected, trying to fight the effects).

The pretty brunette flight attendant was shaky on her feet, and for once, turbulence nor the ridiculously high heels Constantine insisted his flight attendants wear was the cause. No, this time, the mesmerizing aqua-blue eyes of her passenger were the culprit. She hadn’t dared to look at them directly for fear of what they could do to her, but she could feel them raking over as she attempted to pour his bourbon. She only hoped he didn’t notice how she trembled.

“That’s good right there, darlin’,’ he droned, his husky voice rolling off his tongue like honey. “Any more than that, and I’ll have to wonder if you’re trying to take advantage of me.”

A blush settled on her cheeks as she attempted to come up with a reply. Luckily, the other, equally aesthetically pleasing passenger spared her when he sighed with disgust.

“For Christ’s sake, Tobias, could you maybe have just an ounce of decorum?”

“You know Ethan, decorum is overrated,” he winked. “I prefer fun. You may want to try it sometime.”

“I know how to have fun, and it’s not harassing our flight attendant.”

Ethan looked over to the young woman, who could not look away before his sapphire orbs met hers. Fuck! She thought because those eyes would render her equally as helpless.

“I apologize for my colleague. Apparently, he was raised by wolves.”

“Hey!” Tobias jumped in. “My mom would kick your ass if she heard you say that!”

“Really? Well, I’m sure she’d love to hear how you are treating this young woman,” Ethan pulled out his phone. “Shall I dial her?”

Tobias threw both hands up in surrender. “Nope! Truce! Truce!”

A satisfied smirk crossed Ethan’s face. “I think you’ll be left in peace for the remainder of the flight,” he smiled. Completely oblivious to the look of disappointment on the woman’s face as she exited the cabin.

Tobias sipped the amber liquor and let out a slow moan. “Mmmm. This is amazing,” he growled. “Have you tried yours yet? I know you’re a total snob, but I swear, this shit will make you weak in the knees.”

Ethan eyed his untouched beverage and shut his eyes.

“I’ll get to it,” he grumbled. “This whole thing, it’s just… it’s obscene!”

Tobias leaned over and took the papers his companion was reading out of his hands, shoving them into the attaché at his side.

“Hey, what are you….”

“Shut up,” Tobias spat. “Seriously, Ethan. The hospital insisted we go, so just sit back and enjoy the ride. We’re on one of the most luxurious private jets on the planet on someone else’s dime. Our every need is expected to be catered to, and if you hadn’t interrupted… that might have included the beautiful Ashley.”

“Ashley?” He asked.

“The flight attendant…”

“Her name is Amber, you idiot. And sexual harassment isn’t something I wish to add to our resume on this trip.”

“Ethan, relax. I was joking!”

“I’m sorry, I just hate this whole thing. The wealthiest people in the world summoning us across the damn Atlantic to take care of their potential PR disaster is not what I went into medicine for.”

“I don’t disagree,” Tobias shrugged. “But what they’re paying us for two days’ work will fund our department for the next year. So look at the bright side for a change Mr. Sour Pants.”

“You have a point,” Ethan grumbled. “Let’s just make this quick, get in and get out…”

“That was my plan with Am….”

“SHUT UP!” Ethan hollered as Tobias adjusted his sleep mask and drifted off, pleased he had accomplished his goal of getting under his boss’s skin.

~~~~

Upon landing, a heavily guarded motorcade awaited the two doctors and drove them to the Beaumont estate.

“Is this still fun for you?” Ethan asked.

“Fuck yes! I’m living out some major James Bond fantasies right now.”

Ethan fought the genuine smile that attempted to spread on his lips; maybe there was something to Tobias’s constant glass-half-full approach, but he wasn’t about to admit it.

When they arrived at the scene, Constantine and a Lieutenant from the King’s Guard greeted them at once. The Lieutenant handed each man a gas mask.

“Gentlemen,” Constantine enthused. “We are so happy to have you here! It’s not our first incident with shag smog in Cordonia, but this one is not responding to the normal antidote. That’s why we called in the experts.”

Ethan quickly adjusted his mask, but Tobias made no effort to put his on, earning him a questioning glare.

“No need,” Tobias smiled. “I’ve been exposed in the past, so I’m immune.”

“Of course you have,” Ethan groused. “How bad is the situation?”

“Worse than you could imagine!” The Lieutenant began. “There are only a handful of people present who weren’t affected, reasons unclear at this time. Some may have had prior exposure, some, well… this could be their natural state of being; it’s hard to tell.”

“OK, so we have a handful of people who haven’t turned into sex-crazed lunatics,” Tobias assessed. “But how many have? Do you know how many were in attendance?”

“Several hundred,” a woman’s voice rang out from behind, and Tobias’s body went rigid. He’d know that voice anywhere. “Anyone who is anyone in Cordonian society is here, plus a few plebeians from other nations who are delusional enough to imagine they can fit in with us.”

Tobias turned slowly toward the red-haired beauty, salacious grin in place.

“You say plebeians with such disdain, Duchess. From what I recall, you haven’t always minded rolling around in the dirt with at least… some of us.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her icy gaze meeting Tobias’s heated stare. “You!” she hissed.

Ethan clapped his friend on the back. “It’s so good to see you have fans everywhere. Please tell me you made her acquaintance at a Cordonian History seminar.”

“Yeah,” Tobias chuckled. “Something like that. It’s been a long time, Duchess.”

“I’d prefer it if you called me Olivia,” she seethed.

“Heh! That’s not what you wanted to be called last time we were together.”

Constantine turned to Ethan with a look of distress. “Are you sure the sex pollen isn’t impacting him?”

“No,” Ethan sighed wearily, “Sadly, that’s just him.”

“Tobias?” a naked Maxwell hollered as he approached the group. “Is that you?”

Ethan turned to Constantine, aghast. “I thought you said all the impacted were contained!”

“They are! But that’s Maxwell and… sadly, that’s just… him.”

“It’s me,” Tobias nodded, averting his eyes. He removed his lab coat and tossed it in Max’s direction. “Would you put this on, for Christ’s sake! No one needs to see that damn hippo tattoo.”

“Oh, yeah…” Ethan rolled his eyes. “That’s what we don’t need to see!”

“So, what do we do, gentlemen?” The Lieutenant asked. “Normally, pumping in the antidote smog does the trick.”

“Not with this new variant,” Tobias interrupted. “It’s essentially a concentrated form of GHB in vaporized form.”

“So, how do we reverse this?” Constantine asked.

“There’s been some success with the administration of diclofenac and NSAIDS,” Ethan advised. “But that would require injecting each of the infected individually. There is no way to ‘gas’ everyone back to normal.”

“Well, that could take hours! Days!” A voice called out.

“This is my son, Leo, the crown prince.” Constantine chimed in. “And I agree with him. We need to get this display of debauchery under control before it’s a scandal!”

“Forgive me if I’m more concerned about the people who were poisoned, not your Palace’s reputation.”

“Dr. Ramsey, I believe I’m paying you quite handsomely to take care of both,” Constantine reminded.

“Going room to room won’t be the fastest way,” Tobias agreed. “But it is the best way. Not only can we ensure it’s administered properly, but you can send someone in with us to confiscate everyone’s mobile devices. That will give you time to destroy any embarrassing pictures you wouldn’t want out there.”

Olivia spat out a laugh behind him. “Yes, Dr. Carrick. Because you, of all people, know about embarrassing blackmail photos. Don’t you?”

Tobias shot her a knowing look. “We’ll talk after… Duchess. Right now, I have work to do.”

~~~~~

Tobias and Ethan ran up the ornate marble staircase; the team Constantine assembled to assist them quick on their heels.

“So, dare I ask what the deal is with you and Olivia?” Ethan asked.

A blissful look came over Tobias’s face, and Ethan momentarily wondered if his friend was being impacted by the gas.

“You know I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Plus, have you ever had a woman pull a switchblade out of her stilettos and threaten you in the middle of some of the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had in your life?”

Ethan looked at Tobias in horror. “No! I can’t say I have.”

Tobias reached over and tapped his friend’s shoulder. “Well, add it to your bucket list, buddy. I promise you, it’s a rush.”

“Gentleman,” Leo interrupted, “if you wouldn’t mind visiting this room first. My brother, Liam, is in here.”

When the men entered, Liam immediately rushed toward them.

“What the…”

“Thank God you’re here!” Liam squealed. “This is shag smog… isn’t it?”

“It is,” Leo frowned. “But… you’re coherent… weren’t you impacted? Do you want to screw any of us right now?”

Liam calmly looked over the three men and shrugged. “I mean, you’re all cute… but not my type… and you’re my brother!”

“But if you weren’t impacted, why are you locked in here?” Leo asked.

“Madeline locked me in here. That woman has been dying to have her way with me and thought she believed this was her big chance.”

“Wait…” Tobias interrupted. “I’m not up on all of the societal gossip, and I know you people have your own little… proclivities… but,” he turned to Leo, “isn’t Madeline your fiance?”

“Technically,” Leo sighed.

“OK, then,” Tobias simpered. “Well, how about we leave you two to sort this out while we go administer the antidote to others.”

Leo nodded at Tobias, “Excellent idea. We’ll meet up again outside.”

~~~~~

Several hours later, Tobias joined a team of King’s Guards assigned to delete all incriminating images from guests' phones. He was having too much fun helping, chuckling repeatedly before hitting delete. He turned to Ethan with a grin.

“You know, if we want to retire early, all I need to do is forward some of these to our phones. Our offspring’s offspring could live off of the blackmail money.”

He heard what sounded like the knuckles cracking behind him and found Oliva glaring his way. “I assure you, that would be ill-advised.”

“Relax, sweetheart. Don’t you know a joke when you hear one?”

Ethan looked between the two and shook his head ruefully. “I know I’m going to live to regret this… but you mentioned blackmail photos before… what were you talking about?”

Tobias howled with laughter. “She took some photos of me and planned on using them against me. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t factor in that I have no shame. So, she got nothing.”

“Oh dear God,” Ethan groaned. “What the hell was on… you know what… no… I don’t want to know.”

“Why?” Tobias asked. “They were just pictures of me… in various states of undress… some may have involved latex… and a couple had switchblades….”

“OK, STOP!”

“In one,” Tobias said, standing up with dramatic flair, “I was kind of bent over like this….”

“I SAID STOP!” Ethan yelled as he rushed away, muttering under his breath.

Amused, Olivia slid up next to Tobias and gently caressed his forearm.

“He’s a bit squeamish, no?”

“Hey, they can’t all be me,” he laughed. “You’re looking good, Dutchess… you know, I wouldn’t exactly turn down the opportunity to … engage… again….”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Tobias, you’re a terribly handsome man. And as much as I can appreciate someone who eagerly follows my orders and calls me Duchess throughout, I must admit… I rather get off on the fear in my companion's eyes when I unexpectedly pull a sharp object in the heat of the moment… the fact that you kind of got off on that… it takes the fun out of it for me.”

“Hey!” Tobias protested. “Fear? Is that what you’re looking for. Listen, gorgeous, I had four years in drama club in college, and I can feign fear like the best of them. I think you should give me another shot.”

Olivia’s eyes raked over him, slowly taking him in from head to toe, a fiendish grin growing.

“You’re willing to wear a harness?”

Tobias scoffed. “When have I ever said no to that?”

“OK,” she smiled, rising to her feet. “The Beumont’s armory is in the basement. Go down the staircase, make a left, and it’s the last door at the end of the hallway. Meet me there in fifteen minutes. Oh, and get your lab coat back from Maxwell. Make sure you’re wearing that… and nothing else… when I enter,” she winked. “That’s the main course. The harness will be dessert.”

Tobias looked at her with darkened eyes. “At your command, my Duchess.”

Anxioulsy hopping to his, Tobias yelled to Ethan as he made his way to the door.

“Hey, buddy! I’ve got .. uh.. some things to do. Keep yourself occupied… look around for Bertrand… you both love boring things. He’ll know what to do.”

Liam and Leo leaned against the wall, shaking their heads at what they had just witnessed.

“And that’s without the shag pollen,” Leo sighed. “Could you imagine them under the influence?”

Liam shook his head vigorously. “It would be the demise of Cordonia. Perhaps the demise of civilization.”

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junosbagel · 1 year

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Ethan Landry headcanons!

some general ethan headcanons, probably pre ghostface stuff, no spoilers!

i love my nerdy dork

warnings: none! all fluff

-he is oblivious but he really wishes he was not

-ethan is a gamer we all know it

-saw someone say he plays dark souls and i know damn well he does

-i could imagine ethan playing skyrim, resident evil, zelda, the last of us, the walking dead, detroit become human, final fantasy, pokémon etc.

-he has definitely played all the zelda games

-i can't imagine him playing competitive shooting games though

-for multiplayer games, he would always play with chad or get chad to play other games

-LOVES going to the arcade

-is a god at dance dance revolution

-his ddr partner is tara and they go all out!!!!

-sometimes a small crowd would gather to watch them

-nerd

-insanely in love with marvel, dc, and star wars (including the comics)

-other comics (or shows based from comics) i think he'd be into are invincible and the walking dead

-obviously collects comics

-collect other merchandise from those franchises and series

-collects figurines and funko pops

-since jack said he has adhd (like me) i want to add that to ethan!!

-absolutely loves it when he gets to talk/rant about his hyperfixations

-has a lot of "well actually ☝️" moments that their friend group, especially mindy, find very annoying

-he goes to the gym with chad, usually in the morning

-he was really close with quinn but when they started college, they kind of drifted but every now and then they would hang out

-chad and quinn always try to get ethan to try and talk to new people in hopes of getting into a relationship

-chad's his wingman, always hyping him up

-at times, girls (and boys) go up to ethan but he screws up a lot and makes a bad impression on them

-ethan does not like going to frat parties much, but figures he go to some anyway for the sake of "living up to the expectation" of his fellow peers and age group

-other times he'll go if chad and the gang are going

-and when he does attend frat parties, he doesn't drink or is at least sober because he knows he'll be the one driving his friends home

-a small hobby of his is drawing

-likes drawing art of characters from shows and series he likes

-as oblivious as he may be, if any of the girls need to talk to someone, they would go to ethan

-not for advice or anything, but just for someone to listen

-he isn't the best with words but through acts of kindness and reassurance, he tries to be there for his friends

-ethan also tries to be understanding when his friends are venting or going through something

-prefers math over english classes, he is good in his english classes but he finds math more interesting and easier

-loves building and collecting legos

-mostly collects star wars lego sets

-sometimes him and chad will build legos together as they talk or watch tv

-can actually cook, he's decent at it

-after a rough interaction with a girl that he tried to talk to, ethan felt self conscious about the way he dressed

-went to mindy and anika for help

-honestly he dresses pretty decently but occasionally he will wear a really nice outfit he liked when mindy and anika took him shopping

-when he's feeling down and needs someone to talk to, he usually goes to chad, quinn, or sam

-he has a hard time being vulnerable in front of people, even his friends

-but he's glad that his friends always assure him that they're there for him like he is for them

-is unintentionally funny

-on halloween he ALWAYS goes all out

-growing up he used to always match with quinn or richie

-but as they got older, both quinn and richie stopped dressing up with ethan :(

-really wants to go trick or treating but thought it was weird if he wasn't with a little sibling or relative to be with

-he stopped trick or treating after high school, thinking that people who gave out candy would think it's odd for someone his age to trick or treating

-i could see him collecting mixtapes, dvds, and vhs tapes

-into film and cinema in general

-either he tries to comment on stuff when watching movies or analyzes it all in his head (could make a whole essay about it if he wanted to)

-uses letterboxd

-ethan and mindy like talking about film and usually like to defend their opinions about it

-can binge watch a lot of movies or shows without getting burnt out

-although quinn and ethan are siblings, i can see mindy and ethan fighting like siblings do

that's all the headcanons i have for now! i am most likely going to make another one at some point. hope you all enjoyed this :)

#ethan landry #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry scream #jack champion #scream #scream vi #scream movie #ghost face #scream 6 #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine

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defectivegembrain · 1 year

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I'm pretty sure you've seen buffy right? How about Giles for the character ask

Yes I have this is a cool question thank you ^_^

favorite thing about them

His protective instinct towards Buffy

least favorite thing about them

Sometimes he can be dismissive towards her though

favorite line

When Buffy comes back from the dead and they're like

Giles: You're...

Buffy: A miracle?

Giles: I've always thought so

brOTP

Does it count as that if they're friends but kind of like father and daughter? 😅 But yes with Buffy

OTP

Ethan Rayne lol

nOTP

Idk I can't think of any that have actually been suggested (that I'm aware of) that I really hate. They probably exist but I'm glad to be oblivious!

random headcanon

He loves the quiz show Only Connect

unpopular opinion

Idk if I have any 🤔

song i associate with them

Small Hands by Radical Face

favorite picture of them

[ID: Rupert Giles standing in his magic shop wearing a purple robe and wizard hat covered in stars, and smiling]

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I always think of like, the reversal of what happened with the dimitrescu family in the game, like all three daughters die, lady D goes absolutely insane trying to kill ethan. But what if by some miracle or smth ethan had managed to kill lady d first? I think all three of the daughters would go absolutely apeshit hunting ethan down and ripping him to shreds because 'you killed our mama'

And I dunno I was thinking about this last night and decided someone else should suffer with me

I’ve thought of this, too!!

After they kill Ethan they stand around their mother’s broken body in silence, unsure on what to do or say anymore. What was there to do without their mother to guide them?

Ethan’s body is burned. The flames devour his flesh in their stead. None of them can bring themselves to feast upon him for what he’s done. It hurts too much.

They bury Alcina in the garden, bundling up in several layers so they can give her a proper funeral service, despite the harsh Romanian winter. They kneel in the snow-covered dirt, drinking from her veins one last time. Her blood had never tasted so stale before.

Ashes. It’s all ashes.

They hang her hat on the tree her grave sat beneath. Nobody says a word. Tears freeze to their faces. One-by-one, they leave.

There is nobody to greet them inside.

Mother Miranda, Moreau, Donna and Angie, even Heisenberg come to pay their respects. They all say the same thing, over and over again: I’m so sorry for your loss. She was a great mother. She loved you all dearly. None of it matters. Not any more. Who cares if she loved them or not if she is no longer there to give them that affection?

Time passes. Alcina’s death is hard on everyone. Daniela spends a lot of her days locked in Alcina’s bedroom, curled up in the blankets, crying. Cassandra vents her despair and anger on the maidens, practically living down in the dungeon, torturing and slaughtering. Bela, as the oldest, takes up the family business, but it’s so hard, so fucking hard because she doesn’t know how to do anything and it reminds her so much of her mom and she fears failure severely.

The sisters begin to grow distance, as they’re rarely around each other anymore, all too busy with their unhealthy coping mechanisms. They can’t depend on each other for comfort because they can’t even comfort themselves.

One day, six lonely months later, Bela goes out and visits her mother’s grave.

“Hi, Mama,” she says. “I brought you some things.”

She brandishes a bouquet of flowers to the grave, as if Alcina were actually standing there and looking grateful over the gift.

“They’re roses,” Bela tells the tomb. She swallowed thickly, biting back the lump welling up in her throat. “They reminded me of you.”

She tentatively sets the flowers down on the dirt.

“I—” The words catch in her throat. She scratches at her neck with one claw, trying to muster up the will to speak. “I was thinking about maybe trying different mixtures for the wine.” She pauses, took a breath, then goes on, forcing out a giggle alongside her sentence, “It’s probably gonna turn out surprise gross, though.” And then, much quieter, wringing her hands together, “I wish you were here to do it with me.”

Silence falls upon the girl and the grave. Bela’s hands are clasped tight and she brings them to her stomach, imagining what it would be like to find absolution in her claws. She would plunge and drag and drag and drag until there was nothing left of her but shredded flesh and blood, but that would not be enough, not for her. It would not give her her mother back. It would not give her the shouts and the laughs and the boisterous cries at all hours of the morning and night. That was not what Alcina would have done if it had been Bela that was murdered on that fateful day.

But she wasn’t as strong as Alcina.

Bela doesn’t really realize exactly how loud she is crying until her shaking breath hitches so high it sounds like a squeak. She blinks through the haze of tears and scrubs her eyes with her sleeve, but the merciless flow does not stop.

A little brown bird lands on a grave nearby and fluffs out its wet wings. A grazing deer is munching contently on some wild flowers. Some type of bug is buzzing in the grass somewhere from behind.

Looking around at this all, Bela is shocked by how the world keeps running and running while hers had stopped its run not so long ago.

The summer leaves are dancing around her, whisked from the towering oak trees by foggy gales and sent into a whirling axis in the sky. A humidly warm, but also bone-chillingly cold breeze is trying to offer a comfort that seems to be invisible and impalpable. There can’t be comfort. There can’t be reassurance. The pain is still too loud, the wound is still too raw: her heart and her soul aren’t ready to accept that there is a reason for what has happened; her mind is still trying to distinguish between reality and fantasy, between the soothing effect of a false illusion and the harsh truth of a world deprived by its most beautiful voice.

“Why?” She wonders this so often, but there is only pattering raindrops and whisking nature replying to her, and that lack of words is an absence that stings more than she can accept.

“Why?”

She has wondered for too long but still nothing has come up and maybe it will never be answered because sometimes life is like that, a storm in the middle of a summer day and its lingering residue following her for weeks and months. Maybe one day she’ll stop asking herself that but, for now, it’s just all she can think about, over and over again.

It doesn’t make sense.

Nothing makes sense and it has been like that since she saw the sight, just a few flashes of images in a room, blood and gunfire and a collapsing body, that had stumbled down her life and shattered it. She can still see them behind her eyes, can still feel the way her own heart had stopped beating as a black void started to envelop her. She still feels like she’s down there, trapped in a nightmare that no one knows how to stop or break.

It doesn’t make sense.

There is regret in her body language. There is a baggage full of words that should have been said and things that she should have done. Maybe, if she had done them, nothing would have ever happened.

Bela wishes she could go back in time. She wishes there was a way for her to erase all those tiny mistakes she’s made, all those times she wanted to reach out but, instead, turned her head away because it still hurt. Her mother was—is still—the most important thing in her life and, yet, she let her slip away in fear of what she would say if she showed any signs of weakness. Her image is everything and yet, what is left now? There’s no image to defend, there’s nothing left because Alcina’s death has destroyed everything.

So she wishes. She wonders and wishes that there is a way for her to save just a few lives.

Her life.

There are still tears in her eyes. She wants to believe it’s because of the weather and the wind but it’s just a useless alibi. She lets them fall, not ashamed anymore because there is no one around to watch her. But she feels like a hypocrite, she feels like she doesn’t have the right to cry that loss because she could have done so much to prevent her mother’s absence.

To prevent her death.

She knows it’s the truth, no matter how many times people keep telling her that she’s done nothing to cause the incident. She knows it’s the truth, no matter how many people try to explain how, sometimes, she can’t save everyone. That bad things just happen to good people.

“I’m sorry.”

She knows it’s too late.

She knows that it’s useless because Alcina’s not there to hear those words.

Regrets don’t leave Bela, not even now that she’s standing in front of the consequences of her own ignorance.

It’s her fault.

She keeps telling herself it as if this admission of truth can absolve her sin. It’s her fault because she said she would protect her family but it was always so easy to forget about it: there isn’t ever the need to- she had always been the one that needed help the most in the family it seemed. She had always been the one fate had chosen to deal bad cards: her mental health, her perfectionism, those idiotic statements and those stupid decisions.

But then there was her mother. Her mother’s comforting words, gentle touches, light hearted jokes to make her smile—the way she would just…be there and make things better in ways that were difficult to explain to the world that had never seen her in private.

Why didn’t Bela do the same for her? Or for any of her family members?

“I’m sorry.”

Bela is sorry. She could have done more. She could have told her more.

She should have known better.

Bela should have known better, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to face the truth. She didn’t want to realize that her superhero might have been needing a hero herself and she was too oblivious or too busy or too afraid to be up to the task.

She depended on her mother and now she’s lost.

Alone.

#ask #you may call me the queen of resident evil angst #please and thank you #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil headcanons #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu daughters #ethan winters

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saipng · 3 years

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Sai, you asked for hc shit so imma give u au hc shit chief. brace yourself for my shitty attempt lmao.

Ok. Heisenberg starts protecting Ethan (cant let the twink croak before he’s served his purpose lmao) after he agrees to his deal and they start questing through the village together. Like, he starts out real subtle and lowkey, like, not letting the enemy get too close to Ethan, letting the man actually rest, you know, lowkey stuff. But as time flies, Karl catches himself actually caring for Ethans safety (and maybe even starts catching some feelings??) so his efforts to protect him just escalate from there.

Like, he starts to deliberately put himself between Ethan and danger. Not that it stops Ethan from getting injured, but you know. Its the thought that counts. And Ethan being the oblivious dumbass just chalks it up to Karls blood knight tendencies and doesnt pay it much mind. (And if one happens to lose ones limb again, and ones metal hobo ally really insists on tending to your wounds, and turns the whole process into a weird emotionally intimate experience between you two, well, that just a european thing, right? like, thats just how things are done round these here parts, right??)

It all comes to a head sometime later during an aftermath of an especially brutal fight, during which Heisenberg took an especially vicious blow meant for E-boy. And in the rare moment when its actually Ethan tending to Heisenbergs wounds, hearing Karls delirious slip-ups about wanting to protect him, looking back at their entire journey up to this point, E-boy finally realises that Karl actually cares and it all turns way too emotional resulting in tender loving sexy tiems™️ (after Heisenberg gets better, ofc. Remember, kids: safe, sane, consensual)

Anyway, this entire thing kinda ran away from me, I’m sorry lol it was supposed to be a bunch of hc’s, idk what this is. Anyway… uhhhh…. have a good one and goodnight and, like, stay hydrated you magnificent funky little gremlin you <3

ok. ok? ok. OK!

this? obsessed. speechless. legendary stuff.

like this is SO galaxy brain that i need a moment because. YES?????

you know, i've been thinking about ways to write an au where all the lords live and team up against miranda and ive been literally wrecking my brain trying to justify this happening but here you come in and give me the simplest solution of all - start from the end.

Heisenberg is the first lord Ethan faces off against, and he proposes the deal, and Ethan takes it. now not only are they teamed up against the village ghouls, they're also going around and recruiting other lords in the process. moving on to Moreau, then Donna, and finally Dimitrescu and her daughters (and thats where she slashes Ethan's arm off and that is when Heisenberg is like 'o no baby what is you doin' and heals it for him)

now after some gentle persuading and metal bending, they're all teamed up against miranda (derogatory) (this is where Karl suffers that painful blow and Ethan is like 'wait. you like me??? for my personality???' and Karl is like 'yeah i was surprised as well.')

now Miranda is back in hell or walmart or wherever she belongs and Rose is restored and the lords are free to party it up and come to terms with their new family members. Ethan celebrates his new family, gives Rose to Chris for a minute while he goes talks Feelings (TM) and he and Heisenberg get together and start life anew.

They all move to Montego Bay and live near the coast

The End :')

...uh hey anon. if I, hypothetically speaking, were to turn this idea into a fic. would you mind?

#i mean if youre already in the process of writing one i dont wanna tread #even if youre not im not gonna do it without your consent cuz the idea is yours #but god is this amazing #thank you for sharing !!!!#karl heisenberg #wintersberg #ethan winters #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #long post #saisenberg #anonymous #answered #reference

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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A push to the right direction // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1241

warnings // maybe a little cursing, was meant to be a little angsty but I don't think i succeeded in that

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. again, for the millionth time, don't forget that sundays will be for "sleepovers" from now on, so I can have a bit of a break and still give you guys something so yay. also this originally was supposed to be out yesterday but toothace and all I could barely function at all sooooo yeah. I hope you enjoy the little beach vibes and locked in car scenrio 😂

request // yes, it was through messages by @tabi-toast so i'm putting it here

"I’d like to request some friends to lovers with Vic where the boys notice that they like each other and try to push them towards each other? Maybe some angst but mostly lots of fluff hehehe"

summary // Victoria and reader have been friends for a while, both harboring unspoken feelings. While the two are oblivious beyond their minds the boys of the band have figured out all the glances and sublte touches the two share. Well, all they need is a little push to see the truth.

It was simply agonizing. The way the two looked at each other lovingly, staring with adoration every time they were sure they would not get caught, the way they spoke of each other, constantly using the fondest of words… They were both suffering from the unspoken feelings, the constant emotion of (non existent, really) rejection making the bad days harder and the good days bad, taking away from the most important moments they shared. The friends they shared were surely close to taking off, not wanting to see the constant pinning and insecurities that come with it.

The pair tended to be so oblivious to the obvious. Writing off indications of romantic feelings as plain signs of the comfort they had with each other. The hugs, the cuddles, the hair petting, all the pet names, the spontaneous 1 am singing competitions in the car while driving to find some food. They wrote it off as plain and simple platonic affection.

But, after, as the times passed by and the two would not seem to understand the feelings they shared, they would each go to a different member, complaining and even crying about the lack of reciprocation.

“How can you know that, Y/N? You haven’t even told her!”

“Well, I know her! She doesn’t want me Thomas!”

A similar scenarios would apply to Victoria sharing her feelings. They were both so blinded by fear of losing each other that they were blind to the truth. But everyone with eyes was not. Everyone, even people that had never met them before, could see that they were dying to be together, sometimes even assuming that they are… But that only ever resulted in awkward denying and later crying over the non existent rejection.

Currently they were laying on a towel at the beach, cuddled up together while relaxing with the last sun rays of the day and the soft sound of waves. The entire group had decided that a beach day was long overdue, the pool just simply not satisfactory enough. It was not the same to be by the sea, with the waves and the beautiful view, and being by a pool with the superficial lights and all (not that they could really complain).

“So, you mean to tell me that it actually happened?!” Yelled Y/N, laughing at yet another story Victoria shared with them.

“It did! I swear!” Victoria laughed back, caressing Y/N’s back softly as they both laughed.

“Well you need to take me with you next time you visit that place again. Who knows? Maybe another incident like that will happen.”

“I surely will,” she said, leaving a soft kiss on their heads.

“Are you feeling tired, amore?”

“Maybe a little… I had a long day…”

“You can take a nap on me if you need to. I’ll wake you up before Thomas and Damiano go to get us food.”

“I suppose I could,” they responded and settled in for a small nap.

The rest of Måneskin simply stared at the pair while discussing how exactly they were not one. It seemed so obvious to them how they had strong feelings, undeniable ones at that, and they could not stand and watch. Something had to happen.

So they came up with a devious plan. It would piss off Victoria a bit but it would bring the results they needed. Damiano walked to the car they came in, thanking technology with all of his might, in his head, remembering how his car has child-proofing mechanisms at the doors so they can only open from the outside. Thus the plan was in action.

After coming back he simply settled down, going back to doing his own thing - whatever he was doing before and waiting until it was time to move forward with it.

“Agh, I’m starving! When are you guys going for the food?”

“Me too.” Thomas stated before settling back in his chair for a moment.

“Hey, Vic!” He almost yelled, the woman flinching and checking to see if he woke Y/N up.

“What is it Thomas?” her voice was sharp, body quickly moving to walk up to him, making sure to not disturb her crushe’s nap.

“Can you and Y/N go for the food? Honestly I am bored, Damiano said he’s not coming and Ethan is too preoccupied right now.” He pouted and everything, giving the older girl the softest look he could possibly manage, while pointing at Ethan having a phone call.

“Couldn’t you have thought of that before? Seriously, Thomas, right now? They are sleeping.”

“Oh, come on Vic, please! I’ll owe you!”

“Agh, agh, fine, let me wake them,” she paused,”you’re lucky I’m hungry or I would let all of you starve,” she mumbled, annoyed by the boys’ laziness, before going over to the sleeping figure on the towel.

“Hey, amore… come on, sweets, wake up. Hey. Hey,” she repeated softly, a sweet smile on her face as their eyes opened slowly.

“Vic? Oh, are the guys going for the food?”

“Not quite. The guys are being annoying and refuse to go. So, if you want to eat we have to go.”

“Oh, alright then. Give me a moment to wake up,” they said and Victoria smoothed down their sea-salt stained t-shirt.

“Ethan, where are the keys?”

“On the engine, cucciola.”

“Ok, grazie.”

With that the two clueless friends sat in the car, Victoria realizing the keys were missing a little too late.

“Agh, cazzo, Ethan! They are not her- The door isn’t opening. Why is the door not opening?”

“Mine isn’t either.”

“Ethan!” Her voice could be heard crystal clear, even with the windows separating her from the outside.

“What is it, Victoria?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he stood outside the car window.

“What did you do?”

“Well,” spoke Damiano, “you two clueless, little shits have gotten annoying. So if you are not going to do it, we will.” He stated and Victoria’s eyes almost went out of her head, catching onto what her friend was saying.

“Y/N, Victoria has feelings for you. Victoria, Y/N has feelings for you. Now talk!”

If only glare’s could kill, Ethan would be having a very painful death as Vic kept mumbling how she’ll kill him. Y/N, on the other hand, simply stared at Victoria in adoration.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Look Y/N, I-”

“Answer my question Victoria! Do you have feelings for me?”

“Yes,” she replied, looking down as if she was ashamed.

“That’s not how I wanted you to find out. I wasn’t really planning on telling you cause I know that Ethan is lying but-”

“Victoria! Take a breath between sentences! What are you talking about? Ethan is not lying, you know?”

“I know, Y/N, you don’t have to sugarco- Wait, what?”

“He isn’t lying, Victoria. I really like you.” “You do?”

“Mhm, I do. Now, will you give me a kiss or are you waiting for Ethan to smash our heads together,” they joked, easing up the tension Victoria was feeling and pushing their lips to hers.

It was not anything special, just a simple, soft, kiss. What made it special was that it was to each other. They shared a kiss together, not someone else, not a stranger, not someone they had no feelings for, but someone they were yearning for, for a very long time now.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever@tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina

#måneskin #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis #maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin #måneskin x reader #måneskin fanfic #måneskin imagine

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saturngrqy · 3 years

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Hello!! I hope you’re well💓 could i request a blurb of reader getting surprised by Grayson’s love confession because they thought he had a type and would never date them? thank you in advance!!💓

this is hella long and took a turn, sorry if it’s not exactly what u want i got a little off track LMAO

Grayson was universally known or being the type to sleep with many girls. This included mainly white, skinny models. You were friends with him and Ethan for a while, and you definitely had feelings for him that were more than friendly.

You comforted him through every nasty breakup, and you quickly became best friends. You were always there for him, and was for you as well.

Although all you wanted was for him to be happy, every time he told you about his new girlfriend or hookup, a piece of your heart broke. Nearly always they were another social media influencer, and they were all beyond gorgeous.

You hated feeling insecure, but every time you compared yourself to those girls, the self-consciousness overwhelmed you.

You had little experience with dating compared to him, but you had your fair share of boyfriends here and there. Every time you got into a new relationship, Grayson always tried to interject. He was oddly possessive over you, and after a while you just stopped telling him if you were going on a date to prevent his endless lectures about why you were to good for the men you were seeing.

It pissed you off deeply, considering you always supported him in his dating life no matter how problematic the girl seemed.

The girls he dated were typically somewhat rude to you; you understood that it was probably suspicious that you two were so close, but you knew the chances of Grayson ever liking you like that were slim to none.

Part of that was due to how different you were than his ‘type’. You were middle- eastern, short, and more curvy. Any time you said anything self- depricating towards your appearance, Grayson assured you you were nothing short of beautiful. Sometimes, it was just really hard for you to believe him when he said that.

You were about to head out to go to lunch with a guy you met online. You had been messaging back and forth when he finally asked you out. You agreed excitedly, hoping that you would finally find the right person for you.

Of course, Grayson was oblivious to your plans, and you were planning to keep it that way.

However, fate had other ideas when you left your phone on the counter to quickly run to bathroom.

Grayson walked to sit down in the chairs at the kitchen island. When he pushed the chair out, your phone screen lit up with a new message. He hesitated before reaching for it. He immediately frowned, reading the text.

Alex

Excited for tonight! Can’t wait to finally meet you :)

Grayson stared at the screen confused, wondering who Alex was. Just then, you sighed, rushing back into the kitchen to grab your phone, stopping when you saw him holding it.

“Who’s Alex?” He asked, laughing.

“Uh.” you began, “He’s a guy that I met, we’re going out to lunch. I must have forgotten to tell you,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover up the fact that you did not forget to tell him, and rather that you were trying to hide it from him.

“Oh,” he said solemnly. You rolled your eyes.

“Save it, Grayson, I’m going,” you spoke, snatching your phone from his hands.

“Wait,” he interrupted, using his forearm to block the door, preventing you from exiting. You glared at him and inhaled sharply.

“Grayson, please, I really have to go, okay?”

“At least let me pick you up,” he tried to negotiate.

“Gray, how do you think it would look if he saw you picking me up from my date,” you laughed.

“Just say it’s an uber,” he reasoned.

“No. I’m leaving, I’ll see you later,” you demanded, finally leaving the house.

You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down to create warmth. You checked your phone.

2:45 p.m.

Alex was supposed to arrive at 1:45. You exhaled, going to your contacts to call Grayson, grimacing as you pressed on his number. You knew he was going to use this as an example in the future as to why you should listen to him when he tells you not to go on dates.

“Hello?” He answered, and his tone was surprisingly apologetic, completely opposite of the smug voice you expected him to have.

“Um, he never came,” you whispered.

“Are you kidding me?” He groaned. “What a fucking asshole,”

“Uh- yeah. Can you just pick me up please?” You said on the verge of tears. It was silent for a moment.

“Yeah, I got you Y/n,” he said sternly.

“Thank you,” you said.

“You know I always will be here for you. I’m already on the way, text me the location. I’ll get there as soon as possible,”

“Ok. Bye,” you gulped, hitting decline. You sent him the address of the restaurant, sitting down at a bench nearby on the sidewalk.

He arrived no later than five minutes, immediately jumping out and rushing towards you. He had his Kid Cudi sweatshirt in his hand, throwing it to you as he stood, waiting for you to put it on and gather your stuff. You got up and walked to the passenger door, getting in and shutting it behind you.

You both sat in silence, waiting for each other to say something.

You choked. “God, I feel so pathetic.” The tears started to freely stream down your face.

Grayson scoffed. “You need to stop feeling bad for yourself. He’s a piece of shit. I hate when you let yourself get walked all over by these stupid guys. You’re an amazing girl, I don’t know how they can’t see that.”

The last line struck a nerve, and your crying worsened, now graduating to full on sobs.

“If I’m so amazing, why don’t you ever choose me,” you spoke quietly.

“What?” He looked up, shocked.

“You always say that I’m a great girl and any guy would be lucky to have me but the only guy I want is you. I only ever talk to guys because I’m trying to get over you,” you explained. “I mean, do you even understand how exhausting it is to sit back and watch you fall in love over and over again? While I sit on the sidelines and comfort you when you get fucked over? I’m sick of it, Grayson. I’m sick of always being the second choice. I don’t even know why I keep waiting, you’ll never choose me. Look at me,” you cried, gesturing to your body.

Grayson stared at you with his mouth open. He gulped, looking out the window to his left. He turned back to you, grabbing your hand.

“Listen to me, Y/n,” he began. “You have no idea how unbelievably in love with you I am. If I knew that was how you felt you absolutely would have been my first choice, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel any less than that. I talked to all those girls to get over you as well,”

“Really?” You said, gazing back up at him. “You really like me like that?

He looked at you puzzlingly. “Of course. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,”

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. You two remained eye contact until he finally leaned in, softly pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back gently, and he pulled away after.

He grasped your arm, bringing it into him as he engulfed you into a firm hug.

“I choose you, Y/n Y/l/n.”

#grayson fic #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan #dolan twins #g blurb #my writing

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blazedgraysons · 4 years

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You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it.

A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot

Sometimes, you're just insatiable.

It wasn't like Grayson was doing anything that attractive. He was simply being himself, which if you're honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes. His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you've more than checked out of the current conversation.

It's a game night at a mutual friend's house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you'd be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it's time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he's entirely focused on the game at hand.

The issue is he's close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.

"You okay? It's your turn." Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really feeling," You look down at the game. "Monopoly?" You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson's head, hoping that he'll mentally pick up it's time to go home now.

Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.

"You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight." He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

"Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore." You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He's not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.

While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he's perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.

"Yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave, and he's leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his. At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.

"Yeah," You repeat. "Think I'm ready to go home." He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he's half-hard. His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.

"So, that was embarrassing." You grumble once you're finally in the car.

"Please, as if they didn't notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night." Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.

"You saw me! Why didn't you do anything earlier?" Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he's still driving.

"Angel, it was funny. Besides, it's hot when you get all needy like that." He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.

"I hate you." You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.

"You sure about that?" With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.

"Gray." You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. "More, please." You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he's currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson's just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.

"God, how are you so wet already." He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.

"Gray, focus." You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.

He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

If it wasn't for the streetlights, you would've missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.

"Just wait until we get home."

If you thought the want you felt during game night was terrible, being in the car with Grayson was even worse. The air heavy with anticipation of the rest of the night, both of you taking long glances at the other, wanting to have each other then and there. A part of you was surprised that Grayson hadn't just pulled over for car sex. Still, you did pick up how his speed considerably increased and the low curses whenever he was stuck behind a slow driver.

It didn't take long after that, only ten minutes before you were pulling into the driveway. Both of you taking a moment, silently preparing yourself for whatever laid ahead.

"Ladies first," Grayson smirks, coming around to open your car door for you. He pulls you towards him, giving you a deep kiss while simultaneously trying to get you even closer. It's messy and desperate, teeth knocking into each other and tongues frantically colliding. You were almost positive that if you didn't stop this soon, Grayson would just take you on the hood of the car.

"Baby, the door." You suggest, not really in the mood for another complaint from your neighbors. He obliges, sucking hickeys onto your neck while walking you to the door.

It was safe to say you were distracted, more occupied with whatever Grayson was doing with your body than unlocking the door. It only took the third time of you dropping the keys before he chuckles,

"Need some help?" He takes the keys from you and unlocks the door before continuing to make out with you. It's dark, and your grateful for Grayson's sense of direction as he moves you back towards his room, stripping you of your dress along the way. You break the kiss, reaching around to pull off his hoodie, leaving a nice trail of clothes on the way back.

You're both panting heavily when you finally reach his bed, both only in your underwear. He looks down at you for a moment, uncertain of what he wants to do you first. You, however, had your mind made up from the moment that stupid game night began and sink to your knees.

You place an open mouth kiss on the wet spot forming on his briefs, slightly sucking on the tip of his erection. He groans somewhat, letting you indulge for a second. However, once your hands reach for his waistband, he pulls you back up and pushes you back onto the bed.

"What was it I said earlier, ladies first?" He has a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes at his childness. He starts to pull your underwear off, blowing soft air onto your clit and watching as you clench around nothing. He leaves soft kisses on your inner thigh, sucking dark bruises while you moan. You place a hand in his hair, hoping to guide him where you need him most.

"God, it's like heaven sent you to me." He whispers before finally diving in, giving your pussy a sloppy kiss. If you weren't overwhelmed by pleasure, your heart would melt. Forgoing any teasing, Grayson continues to make out with your lower half, desperate to get you to cum and slurping any wetness you leak out for him. He's hopeless for you, snaking one hand up to play with your nipple while the other starts rubbing circles onto your clit.

Already you know you're not going to last long, waves building in your stomach as you feel your orgasm slowly approaching. You start to subconsciously grind your hips into his mouth, moaning louder and louder before he leans back, removing both his hands and his mouth, leaving you to whine as whatever pleasure you were feeling die out. You take a long look at Grayson, almost crying at how wrecked he looks. His mouth is swollen, glistening with your juices, and his hair is sticking up from where you were raking your hands through it. His eyes are dark, and you watch as he slowly stares at the way your ch before looking at the ceiling, palming at his dick.

"Gray?" You ask, a little concerned, and leaning up to reach out for him. He lays a large hand against your stomach to push you back down.

"Just... just give me a second." He grits out, still not making eye contact with you and nostrils flaring. Any other time, you would probably oblige, giving him, however long he needed to calm down in order to continue. However, you've been waiting for hours to cum, and after feeling your orgasm so close, you were sure you would start crying if you didn't cum soon.

So you move a small hand down to your clit, and start circling softly. You begin leaking onto the mattress, wishing it was Grayson touching you instead. You swipe up some more of your wetness, inserting a finger and pumping slowly.

Grayson looks down at you, heart dropping when he sees you fingering yourself.

"Y/N." He says, warningly, not being able to tear his eyes away from you. You add another finger, curling deeper, so you're hitting your g-spot.

"Gray," You mewl, "wish it was you instead." He leans down, moving your legs so he has a better view, and already you feel your orgasm building again. There was something unbelievably hot about this, watching Grayson watch you get yourself off. You've never thought about this in your deepest fantasies, and yet, you were already addicted to the way his eyes followed your finger's movements.

It only takes a few more pumps of your fingers and a slight pinch of your nipple before your cumming hard, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body. You pant heavily, Grayson stroking your hair as it works through you. You look up at him, noticing how desperately turned on he looks. From the way his pupils have almost covered his iris to his heavy breathing, you would've thought he came with you if it wasn't for his still solid erection forming a tent in his briefs.

You reach over for his waistband, mouth drooling, and ready to go again with how unbelievably sexy he looks. He understands and pulls down his underwear before standing over you. Your mouth drops slightly. You look up at your boyfriend, even more attracted to how wrecked he looks.

"You're too good to be true." You whisper, always amazed by the sight of your naked boyfriend. He's so pretty like this, tattooed thighs framing his cock. It bobs slightly as he moves up to kiss you, tip red and leaking precum. You make out briefly before he's leaning back, spitting on your clit.

You moan loudly. "Gray"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me." His breath hitches as you reach down, rubbing a thumb over his tip and spreading his precum across the head. He shudders slightly, leaning down to spit on your pussy again before slowly inserting you.

You both moan, knowing this isn't going to take much time for either of you. Grayson thrusts slowly, rolling his hips into yours, so his pubic bone brushes onto your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you dig your nails into his back, leaving angry indents of crescent moons. You link your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"Gray," You whine out. "More, please." Your voice sounds so broken, and that does it for him, snapping his hips into you unrelentingly. Your eyes roll back into your head, not being able to cope with the pleasure his harsh thrusts are giving you.

The coil in your stomach starts to build again, and you clench involuntarily around him, causing his rhythm to stutter.

"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice cracks, and you could've cum then and there. It only takes a slight pinch of your nipple and a few rubs at your clit before your cumming loudly and dragging your nails down his back.

He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, balls tightening at the blissed, fucked out expression on your face.

"Gray, cum in me please. Fill me up" And even though Grayson knew he wasn't going to last much longer, that does it for him. His thrust slow, sloppily cumming inside you before stopping completely.

You're both still, each other's heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. Grayson is the first one to speak,

"I think that's the best sex we've ever had." He reaches over to dap you up, and you snort, rolling your eyes while returning the gesture.

"Love you."

"Love you more." You kiss him softly, knowing your love is forever infinite for him.

#this is so filthy i’m so sorry #also i forgot how much i fucking hate writing smut #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins x reader #dolan twins smut #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins fic #blazedwritings

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rookie-ramsey · 3 years

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A Day at the Zoo (Ethan/MC)

Description: Ethan and Olivia spend a day at the zoo with their twin toddlers.

Rating: Teen. Some mildly suggestive dialogue at the end but nothing NS*FW.

Preview: “Daddy!” Zoey pointed at the biggest giraffe.

This is @aestheticartsx’s fic for my recent fic giveaway. Love you and your sweet positivity! ❤️

Nobody said raising toddlers was easy.

When you doubled the mischief by having twins, life was never boring.

“No clothes!”

Ethan shook his head as he tried to hold his son still. “You have to hold still so I can dress you.”

“Nope!”

“You can absolutely not go to the zoo naked,” Ethan insisted as he managed to get his squirming son into an outfit.

Defeated, Jonah sighed and tried to go limp, which somehow made it even more difficult to get him into a shirt and pair of shorts. Then Ethan picked him up before he could find an opportunity to rip his clothes off, his favorite act of mischief.

Olivia joined him in the living room with Zoey on her hip. “It took way more effort than it should have, but I got her dressed. Do all toddlers hate being clothed, or is that just these two?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Zoo!” Zoey squirmed in her mother’s arms and impatiently pointed at the door.

“Just a minute.” Olivia opened the diaper bag and checked to make sure they had everything. Once she was convinced they had anything they could possibly need for a visit to the zoo, they left the house.

They carried the twins to the car and buckled them into their car seats. Once they were securely strapped in, Ethan got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

As soon as he backed out of the driveway, Zoey grabbed the Velcro on her shoes. She yanked them off and giggled when they tumbled under Olivia’s seat.

Jonah followed suit, and by the time Ethan had reached the end of the street, both kids had removed their socks and were happily wiggling their bare toes.

Olivia sighed. “Are shoes even necessary? They just outgrow them every week.”

“It seems that way. I think they’re just going through a phase where they prefer to be unclothed and barefoot 24/7.”

“I mean… it’s a little relatable.”

When they arrived at the zoo, Ethan removed the stroller from the trunk. He unfolded it and helped Olivia fasten Zoey and Jonah into it. Olivia tucked the diaper bag into the compartment beneath their seats.

Ethan pushed the stroller to the main entrance, where they paid for their tickets. As soon as they entered the gate, the twins started pointing in every direction.

They followed the path, stopping at the first exhibit. Ethan parked the stroller and picked up the twins so they could see inside.

“Grilla!” Zoey identified.

Ethan nodded. “That’s right. Gorillas are really smart.”

“Want one!” Jonah exclaimed when two more gorillas emerged from behind one of the structures in the exhibit.

“That’s probably not the best idea.” Ethan settled them back in their stroller and let them watch for another minute before they made their way to the next exhibit.

Olivia peered into the lion enclosure, amused when all of the lions were asleep on their rocks. “Mood.”

Ethan chuckled. “It’s after eleven o’clock.”

“Exactly.”

“Sleepy kitties!” Jonah waved goodbye to the oblivious lions before they moved the giraffe enclosure. Ethan and Olivia each picked up one of the toddlers to let them see inside.

“Daddy!” Zoey pointed at the biggest giraffe.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “That looks nothing like me.”

“Daddy!”

Olivia smirked. “They know who your ancestors are, Ethan. Don’t try to fool them.”

“I still don’t understand where they came up with that idea.”

“They’re toddlers. Very perceptive toddlers with big imaginations.”

“If you insist.” Ethan settled Zoey back in the stroller. Olivia put Jonah next to her and looped her arm through Ethan’s as they resumed visiting the various enclosures.

Halfway through the park, they reached the polar bear exhibit. Olivia picked both twins up and carried them to the observation deck. “See the polar bears? They’re Mommy’s favorite. That’s why your room has polar bears in it.”

“Big bear!” Jonah held his arms out wide.

“That’s right. They’re the biggest bears in the world. Sometimes their paws are bigger than your whole head!”

Their eyes widened as they pressed their faces to the glass. Zoey pointed at the large bear floating on his back in the water. “Swimming!”

“Mm hmm. Just keep putting your faces all over the really germy glass. It’s worth it to look at polar bears.”

Ethan couldn’t contain a laugh. He settled a hand on Olivia’s hip. “You’re being painfully cute.”

She grinned. “I can’t help myself. Polar bears. If it weren’t for the chance it would eat our kids, I’d smuggle one out of here. I’d buy a snowblower for the backyard and let it swim in the pool.”

“I highly doubt we could keep it fed. The last time I was in PetSmart, they didn’t have polar bear food in stock.”

“How hilarious.” Olivia watched the bears for a few more moments before they left the exhibit.

Jonah’s stomach rumbled and he patted it. “Want food.”

“I could go for some lunch, too. Looking at a bunch of mostly sleeping animals has a weird way of giving me an appetite for overpriced food.”

“In that case, I guess the cafeteria is our next stop.” Ethan checked the zoo map and followed the directions to the restaurant, where Olivia found a table while Ethan ordered their food.

Once Jonah and Zoey were buckled into high chairs, Olivia cut their chicken into manageable bites and gave each of them a serving. “Eat up.”

Ever the enthusiastic eater, Jonah grabbed a handful of chicken and ate it. “Mm!”

“Yummy, huh?” Olivia sat next to Ethan and kissed his cheek before she started eating.

After lunch, they took the twins to the bathroom just in time to avoid a potty training catastrophe. Olivia took control of the stroller as they browsed the remaining exhibits.

The last enclosure was the panda exhibit. Jonah pointed inside and grinned with excitement.

“Pandas!”

Olivia ruffled his hair. “Yep. I think they’re my second favorite. They’re really cute and fluffy. And their cubs are always getting into trouble in every panda video I’ve ever seen, so that’s pretty amazing.”

They left the pandas and located the zoo’s gift shop. As they browsed the shop, they stopped at the stuffed animals.

“You can pick one out, but you have to stay in the stroller,” Ethan explained. ”I don’t trust either of you far enough to release you in a gift shop.”

“Is it bad that I’m not morally opposed to baby leashes?”

“Hmm. They seem more reasonable every day.”

Jonah pointed at a stuffed panda holding a cub. “That one!”

“Is that the one you want?” Olivia handed it to him. He hugged it tight and buried his face in it.

Zoey studied the selections until she saw a similar one with polar bears. She reached for it, wiggling her fingers when she couldn’t reach the shelf. Ethan took it and handed it to her.

They were on their way to the checkout when Olivia saw a mug with a polar bear on it. She grabbed it and added it to their purchases. “I would have regrets if I didn’t get this.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” Ethan handed the cashier his card to pay for their items. The twins hugged their stuffed animals as they left the zoo. Olivia settled them in their car seats, and Ethan folded the stroller and placed it in the trunk.

Zoey and Jonah had removed their socks and shoes before the car was halfway across the parking lot. They entertained themselves with their new stuffed animals and made growling noises.

Halfway through the forty-five minute drive home, both kids fell asleep in their car seats.

The toddlers were still asleep when they reached their house, so Ethan and Olivia carried them inside and into the nursery. They tucked them into their beds with their new stuffed animals, then turned the light off.

“I guess a day of sitting in a stroller looking at sleepy animals exhausted them.”

“It would appear so,” Ethan agreed. They sat on the couch and he draped his arm around her when she leaned against his side.

A suggestive smile tugged at her lips. She touched her hand to his chest. “They’re asleep. And if I’m correct, they will be for… I’d say another twenty minutes.”

Ethan smirked. “What are you proposing?”

“Nothing too risque. It has been a long day for someone of your age.”

He feigned a scowl and tugged her into his lap. “I have plenty of stamina for ‘someone of my age’,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers.

She stifled a laugh and deepened the kiss. After a long moment, she pulled back and touched her forehead to his. “Then prove it to me later. Right now I’m in dire need of cuddling.”

“Dire need, huh?”

“Yep.” Grinning, she rested her head on his shoulder. Ethan’s arms tightened around her waist, gently pinning her against himself. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Tagging separately.

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc

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lindacelestemonroe · 3 years

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connor creekians and their hatchetfield saga best friends

- agnes & charlotte knit and talk cats together in rocking chairs :) they also kiss

- aubrey & bill go out occasionally, sometimes to the library just to sit quietly and read together. they hang out with ags and char pretty frequently as well

- jewel & ethan started out at odds with each other, but eventually grew on each other and became attached at the hip

- donny & deb are both in art club and sometimes alice tags along when they go places

- silas & sam watch sports and do straight guy things

- rita & emma discuss botany... and so on

- mary jo & ellis & linda just coexist perfectly and talk shit about everyone they possibly can

- sybilus & paul & paul are all friends because paul matthews and sybilus really hit it off and then paul schue-horyn just had to get in on the paul action too!

- madison & becky feels self explanatory but i think they would absolutely go for walks in the park together

- desmond & tom are completely oblivious to the fact that they look alike

- truman & frank are besties but out of spite

- prism & hannah met by chance and hannah just became immediately attached and prism loves her like a mother

- artemis & miss holloway. enough said

- cliff & rocky & tony love their kids a whole bunch so they wanted to meet their kid’s best friend’s parents but then also very much enjoyed their company anyway!

- ryan & jane because they’re both very passionate about doing the right thing

- vern & mr. davidson are both into some very weird shit

- olivia & riley & melissa run a lesbians rise club

- quinn & jonathan because they’re both very proper and particular about what they like and don’t like

- jeremiah & lucy because she’s actually willing to listen to him and he, in turn, is more than willing to listen to her

- odie doty & crispin & gary have identical yet opposite energies which works perfectly in friendship

- dr. henry & duke make sure that the other works enough but not too much

- helen & doug are both law enforcement officers that have a better sense of justice than their peers

- barney & hidgens because they would both just talk at each other nonstop except to listen to the other

- wallis & gps & gerald are always forgotten so they just hang out together

bonus: the mayor & peanuts because diane and jonathan are just that iconic

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Destination (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 4 200

Warnings: mostly fluff, however there is scene including infertility issues and then one lightly NSFW scene (you can easily skip that one)

This takes place 18 months after Chiara finishes her residency.

Chiara and Ethan find themselves in Miami, four years after their first conference there. This time, Ethan needs to ask Chiara a certain question.

(this absolutely didn't go as I wanted it to but I got tired of rewriting it and never being satisfied, so here it is. It sounded much better in my head)

“Sooo, are you looking forward to your weekend with Dr. Dreamy?” Sienna smiled knowingly at Chiara as they stood next to a vending machine.

Chiara chuckled at Sienna’s excitement. “I am looking forward to hotel breakfast and weekend with Ethan and Miami sun, but it’s still work-related trip. Ethan hates conferences, he is going to be Dr. Grumpy the whole weekend.”

Before any of them could say anything else, Chiara spotted her very own Dr. Ramsey coming down the hall in their direction.

Damn, he really is Dr. Dreamy.

As he approached them, Ethan smiled at Sienna and then turned to Chiara with a clipboard in his hand.

“I need you to sign this. And you should eat other things than chocolate bars from a vending machine, Chiara.”

She rolled her eyes at him and signed the papers he handed her, pleased to see that they were actually discharging papers of a young boy they have been treating for past three weeks.

“Thank you, babe,” Ethan gifted her one quick smile before storming off.

For what could have been a solid minute, she stared at the spot he disappeared, her mouth agape. Slowly, she turned back to Sienna, who was smiling even wider at her, and asked: “Did you just hear that? Did that really happen? He never called me babe before. We are together for three years and he never called me babe.”

“You two should already get married,” Sienna replied, ignoring Chiara’s shock.

Chiara let out a short laugh at Sienna’s remark, turning back to the vending machine so that she could finally get her chocolate bar.

“That’s not happening,” she shrugged, trying to look like she couldn’t care less.

“What?!” Sienna shouted, attracting the attention of two nurses passing them. “You don’t want to?”

“Ethan doesn’t believe in marriage. It makes no sense to him and I kind of understand that. And I am fine with it. I have known about his opinion on marriages even before we got together.”

As she unwrapped the bar and took a bite, Sienna crossed her arms across her chest and looked at her with her brows furrowed.

“And you are telling me that you don’t care? That you don’t want to marry him? Who are you kidding, Chiara Ray? I know you want to get married one day, I have personally seen your Pinterest board named ‘wedding dress’” she raised her eyebrow now, not letting Chiara fool her with the light tone of her voice.

“Well, a girl can dream,” Chiara smiled at her best friend, knowing she needed to give Sienna an explanation so that she would let the topic go. “Of course I would love to marry one day, but the important point is that I would love to marry Ethan. And he doesn’t feel like marrying and I would never force him to do so. I would rather spend my not-married life with Ethan than the married one with anyone else.”

“Sweet,” Sienna murmured, her lips in a tight line. “Just so that you know, I already have my maid of honor speech written.”

Chiara burst out laughing and hugged the tiny doctor she adored so much. “You are the best,” she whispered, still laughing at the pained expression on Sienna’s face.

That evening, Chiara stepped into Ethan’s apartment, surprised by the fact that it was absolutely quiet. She knew that Ethan’s shift was ending sooner that hers today and on days like that, he would usually wait for her in a living room or cook dinner in a kitchen. She took her shoes off and walked into the kitchen, where the pasta was already cooked, however the man that cooked it was nowhere to be seen.

As she crossed the living room, she heard his voice coming from the bedroom. Ethan was standing by the window, his back turned to Chiara and he was oblivious to her arrival.

“…yes, of course. We will. Thank you again, it means more than you could imagine to me. And once again, I am deeply sorry for doing it on such a short notice. Yes-“

Chiara decided it was the time to make sure he knew she was home and so she cleared her throat, which made Ethan turn at his feet immediately, his eyes widening.

“Sure, yes. I will. Goodbye.” He hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket, raising his eyebrows on Chiara. “I see you are home.”

“Yes. Who were you talking to? You look a little bit… startled.”

“Me? Uh, no. Not at all,” Ethan shrugged, pretending to stare out of window. “I was talking to Zaid actually, he will be taking care of my patients while we are in Miami and I needed to check on something.”

“You could’ve just emailed him,” Chiara squinted her eyes on him.

“Well, I wanted to call him,” Ethan smiled all too brightly for Chiara to believe a word of his story, but she decided to let it go in hope of peaceful evening. “Are you hungry? The dinner is ready. And you should pack, we leave at the noon.”

“Yes, doctor,” she nodded and followed him to the kitchen because no matter Ethan’s mystery, she really was hungry.

As they made their way through the hotel’s atrium, Chiara – holding Ethan’s free hand – couldn’t believe how much has changed since her intern year. The hotel was the same, even the man at the reception desk was the same one, but the circumstances couldn’t have been any more different.

“Reservation for Ethan Ramsey,” Ethan said as they approached the reception desk.

“Yes, Mr. Ramsey. Here, the card to your room. Everything is ready.”

Ethan nodded, took the card and with his hand on the small of Chiara’s back made his way to the elevator.

Once they were alone, Chiara muttered: “That was so weird. I mean, their hotel is hosting a medical conference. It’s packed with doctors by now and he calls you Mr. Ramsey? Why not Dr. Ramsey? And ‘everything is ready’? Like, what everything is ready? You punching anyone? The pamphlets about plastic surgery? The mini bar? Weird.”

Ethan laughed at her outburst, noticing her flushed cheeks and fire in her eyes as she spoke about something as trivial as weird receptionist.

There were moments – like this one – when Ethan caught himself staring at her. When she got angry and her eyes burned with rage. When she was with a patient and the gentleness of her voice was filling the whole room. When she was asleep and looked as peaceful as a child, her mouth slightly parted, her arms always hugging something – when it couldn’t be Ethan, she hugged a pillow or a blanket.

She would tease him about it, about him staring. She would often grin and just tell him ‘you could always take a photo, you know’. He knew he could. But no photo could ever capture the brightness surrounding her every move, no photo could ever make him feel like she makes him feel, like the Sun could be swallowed by a Black hole and he wouldn’t give a damn because he would have his Chiara, shining so brightly it almost hurt him sometimes.

The world doesn’t deserve Chiara. But oh, Chiara does deserve the whole world.

“I might have lied about the conference,” Ethan admitted as they stepped out of an elevator to the corridor they both knew so well. “Only partly, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“This hotel is hosting a conference this weekend. Just not a medical one. An IT conference, I think?”

Chiara shot him a confused look as they stopped in front of the door leading to the suite. “What exactly are we doing here, then? Are you planning to change career?”

“Jesus, no,” he chuckled, opening the door and letting her in.

She knew the suite. Stepping further in, she noticed every single detail she could remember about this very suite and she knew that there were no coincidences this big in the world.

“You planned this?” she turned to Ethan, who was smiling softly back at her, closing the door with a soft thud.

“We are both working more than we should and I thought we could use a break. I wanted to surprise you.”

She smiled widely and jumped on him, kissing his cheeks and his nose and finally finding his mouth, all the tenderness of her previous moves now gone.

They stumbled through the room until they both fell on the bed, Chiara’s back hitting the mattress, Ethan hovering over her, now kissing her neck and the spot behind her ear, knowing that by the time they would get to the beach, the sun would be setting.

His calculations were right. The sun was setting and Ethan and Chiara walked through the warm sand, their feet bare, shoes hanging in their hands.

Ethan was wearing white linen button up, the long sleeves rolled up, exposing the forearms Chiara loved so much. She often joked that she could stare at Ethan’s forearms and those veins on them for hours and wouldn’t get bored. With beige shorts, he looked like he belonged to Mediterranean and Chiara didn’t hesitate to point the fact out.

They walked in silence, knowing each other too well to fill the comfortable calmness with plotless small talks.

Although, even if Ethan wanted to say anything, he was so nervous he became incapable of saying a single word.

Maybe this is all stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t do it today. There are too many people and..

“Looks like we found a place without crowds,” Chiara interrupted his thoughts and really, they were almost entirely alone on the beach now. “Can we sit down a bit?”

He nodded and sat down next to Chiara, considering his next move.

What do you do now, Ramsey? Why are there no schools for this? How do I know when is the right time?

“Is something bothering you, Ethan?” Chiara leaned to him, observing the wrinkles between his brows. “You can talk to me, you know.”

See? You can talk to her. So talk. Now. Do it before she gives up on you.

He turned towards her completely and smiled, shaking his head. “I am fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He looked her in the eyes, praying that she could see how he felt in his eyes when looking back.

“Do you remember, in your intern year, when you told me that you wanted to work by my side? That it was your honor to work with Dr. Ramsey?”

“Yes. You told me that you find an idolatry among physicians absurd.”

He grinned at the fact that she remembered every detail about them and continued.

“Exactly. That was what I believed back then. But after four years of working with you, of knowing you, after three years of being with you, of loving you, I might feel… different. You accomplished something I have never thought possible – you turned me into a better person. Into actually decent human being. With your patience and your love, with your ability to come back into my life after I tried my hardest to push you away. With giving me time to repair all my broken pieces and with repairing some of them yourself. With challenging me like no one has ever done before, both in and outside of work. All those things turned me into someone I have never even dreamt of being and I hope, with all my heart, that you know how happy I am thanks to you, Chiara. I hope you know how much I care about you, how much I love you and how much I want to make you happy too.”

“You make me incredibly happy, Ethan,” she smiled back at him, touched by his words.

“Back then, in your intern year, I thought looking up to someone, the idolatry… it was stupid to me. Incomprehensible. But now, four years later, I know what you meant what you said that it was your honor to work with Dr. Ramsey. And I would like to ask you for a chance to experience the feeling too.”

“Would you allow me to experience the honor of working with Dr. Ramsey?”

Chiara’s initial confusion soon turned into realization and then straight into shock.

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” she stuttered.

Ethan already on one knee answered her question even without speaking.

The tears were now streaming down her face, the tears of shock and happiness and finally, complete dread.

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to jump on him and hug him and scream that she did want to become his wife, that there was nothing more that she wanted than to become Dr. Ramsey.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

It was Ethan’s turn to be shocked, his mouth open and brows furrowed, pain and confusion written all over his face.

“You… you can’t?”

“I can’t and you know why, Ethan. You know I can’t have kids.” She was crying loudly by now. “I will never be able to give you that one thing a wife should be able to give. And don’t tell me that maybe I will get pregnant by some miracle. We’ve been having unprotected sex for almost three years now and I have never even gotten close to being pregnant.”

That was true. Ever since making their relationship official, they decided that there was no need to protect themselves. Chiara couldn’t get pregnant and if by some miracle, as she called it, she actually did get pregnant, there would be nothing but happiness for both of them.

“Chiara,” he breathed out, scooping her into his arms. “Shh, Chiara girl.”

“No, I know what you want to say, Ethan. I remember you telling me that kids were not in cards for you, that you can’t see yourself have them. But hell, you never believed in marriage and look at yourself, dropping down on one knee to ask me to marry you. You will change your mind about children too and what then? You will find out that I am useless and we will get divorced so that you could have them with someone else. So why going through divorce if we can just break up when the time comes?”

Chiara was right about one thing. He could imagine having kids now. He could imagine putting his career aside and be a family man.

All his life, he wanted to be a good doctor and his main motivation was to help people. But deep down, he knew – and he was disgusted with himself because of it – that he wanted to be a good doctor so that people would respect him, admire him even. He believed that even when people couldn’t love him for who he was, when people could leave Ethan Ramsey, that they wouldn’t leave The Dr. Ramsey. The famous one, the best one.

All his life, he needed to prove his worth to others and to himself and he decided to do it by putting everything into his work.

And then Chiara came. And she loved him when he was nothing but a wreck. When he resembled nothing of The Dr. Ramsey. She found his worth and with her, he found his own worth too and he knew it was not his awards nor his glory.

He could settle down. He wanted to settle down.

With Chiara.

“Chiara, I asked you to marry me because I want to spend my life with you. I am happy with you. And if I am to ever have kids, I want them with you. I can’t imagine, ever in my life, wanting to marry anyone else but you. For almost 40 years, the idea of marrying someone has not crossed my mind once. Until you changed that. If you think I would want to have a child with anyone else than with the woman I wish to marry, then you need to think again. And really hard.”

He took her chin between his fingers and made her look at him.

“I am honest and I am serious and I am sure, Chiara Ray. It’s important for me that you understand this: if I ever have a child, I want to have a child with you. That doesn’t mean that it has to be our biological child. If we ever both agree that we would like to become parents, we can go for an adoption. Okay?”

He cupped he cheeks and pressed long, soft kiss on her forehead.

She nodded slowly and looked at him with shameful expression on her face, biting her lower lip so hard she could feel the iron taste of her own blood.

“Okay, let me try one more time,” he chuckled, dropping down on one knee again, opening the navy blue velvet box, revealing the most beautiful ring Chiara has ever seen. Golden band sprigged with little diamonds and in the middle, stone as blue as Ethan’s eyes.

I can’t believe he remembered it.

It was maybe two years ago. Chiara got drunk with her friends on Friday night and Ethan decided to get her to his place, not believing her – equally drunk - friends to take care of her. As they laid down to the bed at his place, Chiara mumled “You have the most beautiful eyes in the whole galaxy. If we get married someday, I want my engagement ring to have a stone in your eyes’ color”

She was terribly embarrassed the next day and they swore to never talk about it again.

And Ethan remembered it.

“Chiara, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, stretching her hand so that he could slide the ring on.

He wrapped her into his arms and kissed her, starting softly, gently, until they kissed the way that was anything but appropriate for public. Looking at each other for a short moment, they nodded and took off back to the hotel, doing their best not to run.

Ethan came out to the balcony in nothing but his short, smiling at the sight in front of him. Chiara’s hair, damp from the shower, put in a messy bun, Ethan’s white shirt now framing her body. She was leaning on the railing, a glass of red wine in her hand, lost so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him approaching.

He stopped by the doorframe and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to their shared shower.

They barely made it into their suite.

The moment the door closed after them, Chiara worked on the wooden buttons of Ethan’s shirt, all while kissing him with a passion one could only find at a beach, and making their way to the bathroom.

Their clothes ending scattered on the floor, like a pesky obstacle they were, Ethan pressed Chiara on the shower wall, the cold tiles almost overpowering contrast to her feverish naked back.

That’s how Ethan found himself kneeling in front of her for the third time that evening. Only this time, no question needed to leave his mouth to gain an “yes” from her.

As he kissed his way up her inner tight, the salty sea flavor mixed with the typical taste of her skin, he heard her moan.

“Yes.”

He couldn’t help it – and he didn’t want to. Looking up at her flushed face, her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling of lust and thrill overtaking her, the picture blurred by the steam of hot water already surrounding them, he didn’t even try to suppress his urge to command.

“Say it again.”

“Yes,” she growled louder as his tongue gave up on tasting the peculiar mixture of salty and sweet on her tight and found its way to her center, to the one spot she longed him to have since they took off the beach.

Ethan only needed to hear one ‘yes’ from her tonight.

But how could he resist such temptation?

The “yes” she whimpered as he abruptly stopped working his tongue on her and moved up to slightly tease her nipple with his lower lip before taking it into his mouth.

The “yes” she hissed as he bit it while pinching the other one with his fingers, the most sizzling combo of pleasure and pain going through her body, through her rib bones and her spine.

The “yes” he silenced with an open mouthed kiss as he finally lifted her up, his hands roaming up and down her bottom and her tights with such purpose he wondered if he used them incorrectly his whole life.

The “yes” she whined as he thrusted into her, his moves steady and hard, promising her his whole life with every single one.

The “yes” she screamed as their hips met halfway on their race to the pleasure building in their bodies, in the parts that have been joined both physically and not. Ethan felt his pleasure begging to be released, he felt he was close and at the same time, as irrational as it sounded, he felt like his chest might explode the very moment he would come inside of her.

They “yes” she cried as her own pleasure overtook her, the one coming from the place where her mind no longer existed, where there were only waves of pure ecstasy and the raving beating of her heart.

Ethan didn’t need to hear any of these yes’s, but every single one of them was the sweetest reaffirmation of the one he needed her to say tonight.

Every single one a confirmed promise to let him hear all of her yes’s for the rest of his life.

He shook his head to get the picture out of his head and asked: “What are you thinking about?”

She turned around swiftly, waving her hand at him, gesturing for him to join her.

“About my parents. We have to call my mom tomorrow, she won’t believe you proposed.”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Ethan asked, half curious, half confused.

“I made sure to let her know that you were not a marriage type before we visited them in San Francisco for the first time. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because trust me, she would bring it up otherwise,” Chiara laughed, mostly for herself. “She will be surprised, but in a good way! Promise.”

Ethan took her hand into his and brought her knuckles up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on them.

“We will definitely call her, however I doubt she will be surprised,” he muttered into her hand. “Yesterday, when you caught me talking to ‘Zaid’ on the phone, I was talking to her. I called her to ask for her blessing.”

“You did what?” Chiara exclaimed, turning her whole body to Ethan now. “A blessing?”

“Of course. I want to marry her daughter, I need her blessing. That’s how it’s done.”

Chiara laughed, though not teasingly. “We live in a twenty-first century. You didn’t have to do it. Did you google the process of engaging?”

Ethan muttered something like ‘you are always going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you’, though she couldn’t quite decipher it with his lips still pressed to her hand.

“I wanted the blessing from her, Chiara. We talked about your dad a lot too, if you must know. She told me I would get his permission too.”

“You would,” Chiara smiled sadly. “I was just thinking about how happy he would be. He would also tell you that he knows how to use a gun. He never knew how to use a gun, he just said so to every single boy that ever crossed our house.”

A single tear found its way out of Chiara’s eye as she talked about her father, pain and happiness and love mixed in the tone of her voice.

“He would be so proud, walking me down the aisle.”

“Your parents are both proud of you every day, Chiara,” Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “And as you said, we live in a twenty-first century. You don’t have to be walked down the aisle if that would be too painful for you. We will find our way.”

“The thing is, I would love to. I actually thought about, you know.. maybe..” she started to play with the glass of wine, suddenly not knowing how to say it out loud. “It’s just that these past years, Naveen has become a second father to me. I can imagine him taking the place but it’s probably stupid, right? I thought about asking him when we come back but saying it out loud, I probably shouldn’t… or should I? What do you think?”

Ethan smiled at both, her nervous rambling and the picture of Naveen and Chiara walking side by side down the aisle.

“I personally think that we should bring a lot of tissues when we go to see Naveen and you ask him to do it. He will cry for hours, spending all his happy tears on us.”

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One more note: Sienna totally knew about Ethan's plan and she just needed to know if Chiara would want to marry him😀

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #sienna trinh #miami #proposal

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