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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years

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Can u write a small fic where a female intern is flirting shamelessly with ethan and he is completely unaware of it😂😂(well his mind is actually not on her but on lilac he just pretends to listen😂🤣) and lilac sees this sets intern in her place(they r married at that point) and it is only fair if lilac is also jealous😛

Autograph

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 800 Warning: language

It isn't until the roaring of the blender comes to a complete stop that Ethan realizes someone has been talking to him this whole time. Although, in all honesty, his distraction had nothing to do with the crowded, bustling coffeehouse and everything to do with the picture coming into his phone's inbox. Lilac's beautiful face contorted into the most ridiculous expression, one Ethan always pretends to mock even when it leaves him glowing with contentment.

“Dr. Ramsey?” a voice says next to him.

It's a short, blonde intern he remembers from rounds that morning. At least, he thinks it's the same one he is remembering. They all blend together into a swirl of terrified faces at this point.

The blonde smiles coyly, parting her lips deliberately, her posture straightening.

Ethan is unmoved, teetering on the edge of impatience.

“Dr. Ramsey,” she repeats, his name uttered with the cadence of a breathless murmur. It almost drowns in the clattering background, forcing him to strain to hear her.

Ethan is already annoyed.

“Is there something I can do for you, Doctor. Or can it wait until after I'm done enjoying a scrap of peace during my free time?”

The young intern pouts her lips and, to Ethan's dismay, she doesn't look offended or discouraged. Instead, she produces a hardcover book from her bag, holding it up to Ethan like an of offering to a vengeful god.

When he peers down at it, he can see it's a brand new copy of his book, complete with plastic wrap and price tag.

“I was wondering if you could sign my book?” She makes her voice deliberately melodious, no doubt thinking it irresistible.

“No.”

This does give her pause.

“What? But—”

“I don't do autographs.”

The brash intern opens her mouth as though to argue. Ethan waits, almost stunned with disbelief, though his face betrays nothing. Maybe Lilac is right (as always) and he was going soft. No intern who valued their job or their dignity would have dared challenged him years ago.

Well, except maybe one.

“Don't take it personally,” a soft voice says from a few feet away, sending every nerve ending in his body into high alert. “The last time he autographed someone's book, the person just gave it away as if it were a Nicholas Sparks novel.”

Ethan readies a stern, disapproving glare but the sight of Lilac, looking fiercely irresistible in an elegant and rather form fitting pant suit, easily inspires a fond smile instead. Lilac, on the other hand, is far from smiling, sending a cool, assessing look at the puzzled intern.

“It was an overall traumatic experience for him so he doesn't do them anymore.”

Ethan narrows his eyes at her when their gazes finally meet. This brightens her expression with amusement, the hard edge of her features softening considerably as she gives him a charming little smile.

“I don't under—” the befuddled intern begins.

The words halt abruptly, however, because at that very moment, Lilac settles into his side, her arm encircling his waist, her body fitting like a puzzle piece against his. Green eyes glance up to meet his from behind those cute spectacles she started wearing a few years back, her cheeks glowing the prettiest shade of pink from the mid October chill. Pulse affluter, he decides he cannot resist another second without kissing her in greeting.

The intern, whom Ethan had forgotten about, lets out a surprised squeak.

“Dr. Ramsey, I didn't know you were—”

“Married?” He doesn't hide the irritation at being interrupted. “Happily so. A fact you could have discovered with a modicum of research before deciding to flirt with one of your attendings.”

The intern clutches the book to her chest, mortified. In the end, she escapes back to Edenbrook, dignity in shreds.

“You are quite the celebrity, Dr. Ramsey, ” Lilac teases, exaggerating the intern's breathy tone.

The tiny space around them tightens with customers and Ethan pulls her close in front of him.

“Are you jealous, Dr. Allende?”

“Yes,” she returns without hesitation. “I'm big enough to admit I don't enjoy it when my husband gets hit on with my own autograph move.”

Ethan laughs.

Hands at the dip of her waist, he leans in to whisper, “So are you finally admitting you were hitting on me that day?”

“In your dreams, Dr. Ramsey. ”

She is taunting him again, her voice an alluring, breathy murmur. Hearing it from her in that sexy, dark whisper, has his skin humming like an exposed wire.

“Say it again.”

“Your name?”

“Yes. The same way you just did.”

She gives him a devilish little smirk, eyes glinting in the gold lighting of the coffee shop. Her voice is a lush whisper, barely audible over the blenders, but Ethan leans in to catch every word.

“No. I only call you that at work,” she begins casually. Then her voice plunges dangerously. “Or in bed.”

Ethan groans.

The barista calls out their order, completely breaking the spell.

“Come on,” she says with a laugh, tugging at his hand. “We only have twenty minutes of lunch left. For now, I'll have to keep you awake and alert with good coffee.”

A/N: Again, a little piece of nothingness. Thank you anon for this. And also, other anons (old and new) I am working on a few of your requests! (Coming up are the Ethan with the kids request, the parent jealousy request, and Naveen with a neighbor request from months ago)

Thank you for reading!

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 18

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“Autopsy bay, this is Trudy...yep, one second.”

Trudy shoves her rolling chair across the tiled floor, delivering the cordless phone to Scully with a flourish.

“It’s your man candy,” she says with a smirk, and Scully suppresses an eye-roll as she takes the phone.

“Hi, what’s up?” she greets. Now that he has his own office and more privacy (save for Monica, who’s a friend) he’s taken to calling her more often at work.

“Hey honey, you studied German, right?”

“Yes,” she answers, an expectant lilt to her voice.

“What does ‘unruhe’ mean? U-n-r-u-h-e.”

“Mulder...is this a work call or a personal call?” she questions in a lecturing voice.

“Work, it’s for a case we’re looking at,” he answers plainly.

She sighs, moving the phone to her other ear and turning away so Trudy can’t hear her.

“Mulder, we’ve discussed this. I don’t mind you calling me for help on cases, I don’t even mind looking over medical files for you. But if you’re calling me as a colleague, then I need you to address me as one.”

“Shit, sorry, let’s start over,” he says, and she hears the squeak of him shifting in his chair. She imagines him sitting up straighter, putting forth a professional image, and it makes her smile.

“Hi, what’s up?” she repeats.

“Hello, Dr. Scully, I was wondering if I could ask you to translate some German phrases that appear in a case Agent Reyes and I are investigating, if you have time to spare,” he says in his most distinguished, Special Agent voice.

“Of course, Agent Mulder, I’d be happy to help.”

———

The elevator dings, the doors opening to a quiet and nondescript hallway with a few lonely shelves lining one wall. She steps out, suddenly regretting her insistence that she could find her way to Mulder’s basement office without escort. She makes her way down the hall past a set of bathrooms, and finally arrives outside a closed door.

Fox Mulder

Monica Reyes

Only the names of the occupants, not their division, department nor area of expertise are included, presumably because anyone who ends up down here is already aware of what they are walking in to. She knocks three times and waits, smiling in relief when Monica appears on the other side.

“Hi, Dana, you found us!” she muses, then steps aside so Scully can enter.

It’s an odd office, in so many ways. Oddly shaped, with daylight basement windows and a glass-encased annex, the space is long and narrow which makes it feel big and crowded at the same time. The decor is odd; newspaper clippings and kitschy knick knacks on the walls and every available surface. She smiles at the sight of the house-warming gift she’d purchased for Mulder; a full sized poster of a UFO hovering over evergreen trees with “I Want To Believe” emblazoned across the bottom. Mulder had told her about one just like it he’d had in “the good old days,” and she spent the better part of a week tracking one down after they’d gotten word that the files would be reopened. Though they’ve only inhabited this space for a few weeks, it already looks very lived-in.

Mulder is sitting on the corner of his desk, remote in hand and a slide projector cart situated in front of him. On the wall across from it is a blown up image of a severed head, the eyes partially closed and the lips hanging open. Scully smiles at Mulder and then glances at the screen, frowning at the image but otherwise unaffected.

“Well look at you,” she says with pride in her voice, crossing the room to stand before him where he touches her waist and places a kiss on her cheek. “And who’s this?” she asks, turning again to the screen.

“This,” Mulder says, standing and moving closer to the image, “is Leonard Betts. Or it was, anyway.”

“What’s so special about Mr. Betts that he’s found himself in an X file?” Scully asks.

“Would you believe me if I told you that after Mr. Betts was decapitated, his headless body got up and walked right out of the morgue?” Mulder asks with a cheeky grin, and she glances at Monica, who just shrugs.

“No, I wouldn’t, I’m afraid,” she answers.

“Well, since seeing is believing, Reyes and I will be heading up to Pittsburgh for a few days to have a look for ourselves,” Mulder says as he turns off the projector and wheels the cart into a corner.

Scully’s heart sinks just a little. Mulder had set the expectation that there was quite a bit of travel involved with being assigned to the X files, but this is the first time he’s actually needed to be away overnight for work. Wanting to be supportive, she keeps her expression neutral, betraying nothing.

He approaches her, standing close so that their conversation feels private, even with Monica seated a few feet away.

“Tell Missy and Byers I’m sorry to cancel our dinner plans tomorrow,” he says with a sympathetic frown.

“Will you be home by the weekend?” she asks quietly, “I was hoping to celebrate your birthday on Sunday.”

He smiles sadly at her. The topic of his approaching birthday has been one they’ve both grappled with for slightly different reasons. He proclaims to have never cared much about his birthday, but knowing that it will mark one year since she walked down the aisle with Ethan makes her want to do something special, to reset the date, in a way. She wants it to be Mulder’s birthday, not the anniversary of the worst decision she ever made.

“Probably, but I can’t make any promises. I’ll do my best, okay?”

She nods, and he leans down to kiss her softly in the middle of her forehead.

“I’ll need to swing by the apartment to pack before we leave this evening, so I’ll see you in a bit,” he continues.

She bids Monica farewell and good luck, then rides the elevator back up to a world where headless bodies don’t roam the streets.

———

Mulder flies home Saturday afternoon, giving her just enough time to throw together a small birthday celebration at the Gunmen’s the following night. Sunday evening she’s sifting through her closet, deciding whether to dress up a little for his benefit. Mulder is lying behind her on the bed fully dressed, pretending he’s on standby to offer fashion advice but in reality he’s just staring at her as she walks from the closet to her dresser in her bra and panties. He has confirmed no fewer than six times that birthday sex is a tradition that she believes in, then suggested that it might be applicable on both the day of his birthday party as well as his actual birthday, which is tomorrow. He seems to be looking forward to that more than getting together with his friends.

“What do you want me to wear, Mulder? It’s your birthday, you pick,” she says in a defeated tone, feeling uninspired by everything she owns.

“What you’re wearing is great, just go with that,” he retorts matter-of-factly, and she looks down at her underwear before giving him a sarcastic sneer.

“I’m sure Frohike would love that,” she says, and he makes a face.

“Maybe just jeans and a T-shirt then. I honestly don’t care, honey, wear whatever you want. I’m just going to take it off later anyway.”

As he finishes speaking, there’s a knock at the door and he stands to answer it, stopping to give her a quick kiss on the crown of her head as he leaves the room.

She pulls out a pair of dark wash jeans and tugs them on, listening as Mulder opens the door and has a muted conversation with someone. It’s a little bit late in the day for solicitors, but they don’t seem to have any boundaries these days. She’s slipping her arms through the sleeves of a blue sweater when Mulder reappears in the doorway.

“Hey Scully?,” he says, his tone strange and unreadable.

“Hm?” she responds, slipping pearl studs into her ears.

“Someone’s here to see you.”

She gives him a quizzical look. “Who?” she asks, and he purses his lips in response.

With a mix of curiosity and trepidation she walks out to the front door, which is slightly ajar. She pulls it open and finds Ethan standing on the other side. Her stomach drops, a flush of adrenaline running from head to toe as ringing sounds off in her ears. She gapes at him, unable to take any kind of action.

“Hi, Dana,” he finally says, somewhat sheepishly. “Sorry to drop by like this, I just, um...I found a spare key to the apartment,” he says, holding up a single key between his thumb and forefinger. “I figured I should return it.”

“Oh,” she replies, then holds out her hand.

He places the key in the center of her palm and she closes her fist around it, then drops her arm to her side. They stand there awkwardly, an expectant feeling hanging between them. Though she’d momentarily forgotten Mulder was there, he suddenly appears by her side.

“I need to go run to the store for something, I’ll be right back, okay?” he says, locking eyes with her on the ‘okay.’ She understands it to be him asking if they need privacy, and if she’s comfortable being left alone with Ethan. She nods with a grateful smile.

After Mulder has retreated down the hallway, she stands to the side and gestures for Ethan to come in. He enters the apartment cautiously, looking around. She closes the door but stays near it.

“Looks different in here,” he remarks, standing behind one of the dining room chairs and resting his palms on it.

She nods and shrugs.

“Was that, uh...is that your boyfriend?” he asks, hitching his thumb towards the door.

Her shoulders drop, a pained expression falling over her face. “Ethan...” she begins, ready to ask him if he came here just to guilt trip her.

“Sorry, forget I asked,” he interjects, shaking his head. “I didn’t come here to give you a hard time, Dana, I promise. I just…” he looks around again, pulling in a deep breath. “You know it will be a year tomorrow, since...and I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. For what happened, and also how things ended.”

She furrows her eyebrows. “What do you have to be sorry for?” she asks.

“I might have said the same thing earlier this year,” he says with a self-deprecating laugh, “but I’ve done a lot of reflecting since we split and I realized that I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the signals you were sending me. In retrospect, it was pretty obvious that you were having doubts, and I just kind of crossed my fingers and soldiered on. And then after the wedding, you were so unhappy. I just chose not to see it, I guess. And that was wrong of me.”

She feels tears welling in her eyes and her throat becomes tight. She doesn’t trust herself to speak so she just nods.

“I recently started seeing someone,” Ethan continues, “and it’s pretty new, but it’s really made it clear to me that you and I just weren’t a good match. Not because anything was wrong, but...it wasn’t right either, you know?”

She nods again, crossing her arms over her chest as a tear spills over and runs down to her chin.

“So, anyway, I won’t take up any more of your time. I just think a lot about how things ended the last time we saw each other, and how angry I was, and I wanted you to know that I get it now. I understand why you did what you did. And I’m glad that you didn’t spend twenty years suffering through it just to prove a point. We both deserve better than what we had.”

Her face is now contorted into a grimace as she tries to keep from falling apart entirely, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, and this opportunity to atone. Ethan moves to the door, pulling it open. As he steps into the hall, she clears her throat and forces out the only words she can muster.

“Thank you,” she squeaks, and he turns to look back at her.

With all the anger and resentment faded away, the grief and the guilt washed clean, she sees again the man she once loved very much, who was a good partner to her, even if he wasn’t “the one.”

She moves towards him and he opens his arms, enveloping her in a tight hug. When he loosens his grip, she steps back so she’s just inside the apartment, sniffing and wiping her nose on the back of her hand.

“Goodbye, Dana,” he says with a sad smile.

“Bye,” she says, and closes the door.

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joshslater · 3 years

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Quarantine & VR

5500-word story, so I used the Keep Reading feature for once. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

We were slowly driving through an eerily empty city center from my student flat next to campus on one side of town to Ethan’s flat on the other, with all my belongings stuffed in the back of the U-Haul. Not that I had so much stuff we needed one. I just moved into the state right before the semester started, but it was the cheapest rental we could get. No one is going anywhere with this lockdown in effect. We barely had time to read the syllabus before everything screeched to a halt. You thought we’d know by now how to handle pandemics, but nooo.

“I wouldn’t have helped you clear out your shit if I wasn’t. Bit late to ask now.” “Yeah, but it seemed like the polite thing to do.”

Ethan turned towards me and spoke with a more serious tone. “I’m really happy to have you stay at my place. I think I would go mad staying alone. Go mad or go home, and I don’t think being locked up with the parents would be better.”

He was about as new in the city as I was, but his aunt had moved out of an old apartment last year and his parents had decided to take over the lease. Apparently it was even cheaper than the student apartments and much larger, but further away from campus. Though where it was in the city didn’t really matter as long as this lockdown was going on.

“Someone else is out at least”, I said indicating out the window. Across the street, a police officer with a navy blue face mask followed our truck with his eyes. Or her eyes I guess. Hard to tell in uniform and mask. I don’t know why, but I found it a rather good look. I hate the flimsy paper masks, but these form-fitted ones kind of make you look more badass.

“Do you think he looks sexy like that?” he asked, as if he had the same thought. “It’s a bit dystopian sci-fi, but that’s not to say it doesn’t look good.” “Take next right. The one after is one way.”

The apartment had two bedrooms, a large living room, decent bathroom and kitchen. Ethan’s aunt had left some furniture, but overall there wasn’t that much stuff. Makes sense as he had barely been here a month. That’s how he had a sparsely furnished extra bedroom for me to use. This was only the second time I had been in the apartment. Ethan forced me to have a look in person before he allowed me to agree to stay with him. Now standing there with all my belongings in the truck outside and my student flat lease canceled, I realized we really didn’t know each other. I studied corporate finance and he medical computer science, whatever that meant. When I asked he tried to explain that almost everything in a hospital now has a computer in it, and a ton of work went into things like volumetric renderings of MRI scans and somewhere there I started to tune him out.

There really weren’t any overlapping circles between us, we studied completely different subjects, he was active in computer games and health, I was trying to get into the writing room of the student theatre company and looking to sign up in the cinema club. But both of us had the bright idea to start working in the student pub, and really hit it off during the start of school year party they threw for their workers. We decided to pick the same work schedule and found out we have the same taste in pop culture, music, books, movies.

And now I’m moving in with him.

He had the larger of the bedrooms with a queen-size bed in the middle, a desk with a few computers and screens set up, gaming computer chair, a reading chair. Basically his room was set up so he could live there except for visits to the kitchen and bathroom. My room didn’t have a desk, but a normal bed, an armchair that looked comfortable, and more wardrobe space than I would ever need. He told me that I could basically consider the living room as mine as well. It had two couches in front of a big flat screen. By the balcony door stood a workout bench and weights. Barbell, plates, dumbbells, and that kind of stuff. Apparently it wasn’t Ethan’s but his uncle’s, but that didn’t really make a difference here and now.

Moving my stuff only took a few runs up the stairs, so we were soon back in the truck, returning it to the rental place. Ethan really didn’t have to come with me, but he said that this would probably be the last adventure for a while, and decided to come along.

“You’re supposed to buy pizza and beer for everyone who helps you move, right? What do you fancy?” “I’d like… You know what? We’re not going to get out much, and you don’t look like someone on a strict diet. Oh, no offense!” “None taken.” “How about we both keep healthy macros and workout regimen while locked up. Instead of paying rent you can help me make sure I at least isn’t in worse shape when all this shit ends.” “Macros?” “Diet.” “Sure I can do that, if you show me what to do.” “It’s a deal then. I’d like one with Gorgonzola and ham.” “Come again?” “The pizza topping. I’m allowed one cheat day per pandemic.”

The pizza place was only a block away from the apartment. Just this one time it was great, as we walked back with one quattro formaggi and one bresaola. But it would be so much harder to eat whatever Ethan had in his plans knowing a real wood fire oven pizza was just four minutes walk away.

Unprompted Ethan started to tell his story over pizza. How his father was a successful businessman in Arkansas, but his hometown always felt too small for him. He talked about how he was making synth music in school. How that made him interested in computers. How, since it was such a small town, he had ended up on the football team without any desire or skill to actually play the game. How he had almost by accident found this education program and had looked forward to both leave Arkansas and to study. I too did a year be year recap of my life so far, up to how my girlfriend dumped me just before the summer. In a way that was lucky, because it made me feel free from obligations and actually do what I wanted.

It was 9:21 when I woke up from a knock on the door. I was a bit disoriented for a second until I remembered where I was. I was sleeping in the guest bed left by Ethan’s aunt. After the pizza we did continue to talk over beer all evening, but I didn’t feel any hangover. Just thirsty. It wasn’t that early in the morning anymore on the other hand. “Yep” I called out. “I’m making breakfast,” Ethan called out from the other side of the door. “Coming”.

It literally only took me seconds to get ready. Stand up. Sweatpants. T-shirt. Done. In the kitchen I saw Ethan had a similar fashion sense, but had gone for shorts instead. “Porridge is fine with you? It would be good if it is. Lots of fibers.” I couldn’t really recall if I liked porridge and told him as much. The porridge itself didn’t taste much, but with toppings I could get used to it. “With our schedule in our own hands I think it would be a good idea to start out with breakfast and work out. That way we can get it out of the way.” Sounded sensible enough.

I changed into shorts as well and made myself ready to do my part of becoming Ethan’s gym buddy. At a quick glance we didn’t look that different, Ethan and I. On one hand I never had that big of an appetite, but on the other I had never really done any sports, and had no gym experience, so I let Ethan guide me. He tested different motions and how many times I could do them with weights he selected and noted down the results in a notebook that would log my progress. It wasn’t at all as tiring as I thought it would be. “Oh, you’ll feel it tomorrow for sure.” We each took a shower, and I went back to my room to catch up on my reading.

A few hours later I was starting to think about lunch. More because I was getting tired of reading than actually being hungry, but I thought I should ask Ethan if he had a plan. The door to his room was open, but as I got closer it became apparent it was an oversight on his part. Splayed on the bed was Ethan, naked save for a pair of boxer shorts and a big VR goggles. His right hand was massaging his obviously erect dick through the fabric of his underwear. He must have followed his normal routine and forgotten I had moved in. I’m not a prude and do the occasional tug myself, like any student, so I was more embarrassed than shocked. As on autopilot, my mind decided to ignore Ethan and continue walking to the kitchen to assess the lunch situation, but another part of my brain decided to keep him in sight.

Walking without watching in an apartment I’ve been in for all of 18 hours predictably made me jam my toe into the door frame. In the corner of my eye I could see Ethan’s body spasm and ripping off his VR goggles as I yell out in pain and surprise. He stared right at me, eyes wide open and mouth ajar in an expression that was hard to read. Surprise for sure, but also something else in between horror and delight. Perhaps it was like the smiles and laughter after you have completely made a fool of yourself. My eyes were drawn to his, and I could feel my face twisted in pain. It was like time stood still, waiting for either of us to make the next move. Out of sheer momentum my mind continued ahead as if nothing had changed and blurted out “What’s your plan for lunch?” over whatever Ethan said at the same time.

“What?” and an awkward pause again. “I said would you like to try?” “I… What is it?”

Ethan put down the VR kit on the bed, quickly got up and stepped into his pair of shorts. His erection was still very much apparent. He pressed escape on one of the keyboards and the screen switched from one incomprehensible menu to another.

“It’s a virtual reality system. I’m using an open source environment system to render inputs from an interactive story engine controlled by a GAN AI system. I’ve been experimenting with regenerative NLP feedback loop plugins for it.” “I followed you all the way up to and including virtual reality system.” “It’s like a VR movie that is generated specifically for you. Here.”

He picked up the bulky goggles and held it out to me. It wasn’t just goggles, but a pair of headphones were built in, and there were a few additional sensors glued on. Hesitantly, and with a throbbing toe, I stepped forward and took the headset. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked. I put it on my head and as it settled into place a digital version of Ethan’s room wobbled into place as well. It was remarkably similar. The colors and patterns were all slightly wrong, but the layout of the room and placement of furniture was almost spot on. I assume he had measured everything at one point and put in the data somehow.

“Go lie on the bed.” Ethan told me. I very tentatively stepped towards the bed, and feeling my way there. It was somehow surprised to find a bed where the digital bed was, and although the visuals of the sheets didn’t quite line up with what I felt, if you just moved quick enough the illusion of actually being in the digital room felt very real.

“This is so weird.” “I’ll start a blank session for you.” “A what?”

Almost immediately a guy entered the room through the door frame. This must be some VR video recording or something because he looked completely real. About the same age as Ethan and I but more fit and, I’ll admit, better looking. He looked flush and sweaty, with his french crop unkempt as if he had just ruffled it. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpant shorts. I couldn’t see further down from my position. “Fuck, that was so dope! I love getting pump like that, you know what I’m saying” He was stretching his arms in different ways. Then he zoned in on me, like he was actually looking me over. “Fuck, I love how you look, babe. Mind if I join?” I shake my head slowly. He breaks out in a big smile. I notice he has a bit of a sweatpants boner. Carefully he climbs into bed, next to me. There’s no vibrations of course, or heat or smell, but everything I see looks utterly convincing.

“Hey, are you OK?” “What the…”

I’m looking into Ethan’s face as he stands over me. Bewildered I pat my head.

“I removed it once the program stopped. Didn’t shake you from your sleep one bit. I guess it wasn’t that interesting for you.” “It was very convincing. I fell asleep?” “Perhaps moving stressed you more than you knew? Or it could just be, you know, how shit the world is right now.” “Fuck… I only wanted to ask about lunch.” “A bit late for that. It’s like four and something. Let’s wait an hour or two more and have dinner. Ok with you?” “Sounds dope.”

It was like neither of us wanted to talk about what had happened. I certainly had questions. Had I just fallen asleep like that? Perhaps he was right and I had been anxious about the move and how things would work out. And what was up with that program? It wasn’t gay, exactly, and it didn’t mean Ethan was gay, and if he was there wasn’t anything wrong with that. All of it was just so confusing. Perhaps Ethan was right to just pretend it didn’t happen. Poor guy. I walked in on him watching porn, and then I fell asleep when he tried to show his system. Watching the news on how ever more countries were shutting down was probably time better spent.

He had not joked about being sore in the morning. I woke earlier than in weeks feeling stiff as hell. I didn’t want to wake Ethan, but I couldn’t just lie there in agony, so I got up and did some bodyweight repetitions. Squats, push-ups, dips, and stuff like that just to get some blood flowing. It honestly felt great. Me doing morning gymnastics! Who would have guessed that a week ago? When I left my room I found out Ethan was already up, but didn’t want to wake me up.

“Dude, we need to sort that shit out. I’m ok with you making noise when you’re up. You live here.” “You live here too. What if whoever gets up first makes breakfast and wakes the other up.” “Yeah, dope. I’m down with that.”

We quickly worked out the kinks in our schedule. I would typically wake up first, do a quick workout routine in my room. Then set the breakfast and wake up Ethan. Then we would do workout together. We had different weights and number of reps, but we had very quickly settled on the same exercises, though Ethan was still adjusting my form ever so often. Ethan would then shower first while I did stretches. We then kept to ourselves until lunch. Ethan cooked for both of us. Depending on what we felt like and needed we would either go back to study or do something like shopping or that kind of stuff in the afternoon.

It was hard to keep track of time, but I think it was on a Sunday four weeks later when Ethan said during breakfast that he wanted to show me something he had worked on. He moved the workout bench and the barbell stuff to just outside his room and told me to lie down. The bar had no plates on it, and that’s how I’ve used it until two days ago when I started to add extra weight to it. Ethan emerged out of his room with the VR set in hand, and a trail of cables running in into one of his computers. “Here, give this a go.”

I was a bit surprised, given the last time, but I was also curious what he had to show. Once snugly fitted on my head I was transported into a real gym. It wasn’t a very large one, but a few people did their thing around me. He almost scared me, the guy with the french crop, when he called out “Hey, bro!” just to my left. He had the same navy blue sweatpant shorts as the last time, but his upper body was bare, glistening muscles. He took a step back and his eyes were scanning me up and down. “Dude, you look so fucking good! You’ve really been hitting the weights.” I smiled and immediately realized that I was smiling at an avatar that wasn’t actually there and couldn’t see me, but it’s amazing how good some positive reinforcement feels, even if it is from a program. Perhaps that was the surprise from Ethan.

“Here, show me what you got!”

He walked around me, through the couch I knew was there in the real room, and stood behind me. I leaned back fully on the bench and looked up. He stood over me, just behind my head, so all I saw was a navy blue bulge, some abs and pecs, and his face looking down on me. “Go on, I’ve got you.” I could somehow feel him standing over me. Was Ethan spotting me in the real world? Not that it matters with an empty bar. I grabbed it. It felt heavy. “Good. Give me 15.” He started counting as I lifted. “Slower on the way down. Keep control all the way. Ten more” As I was getting to fifteen he upped it a bit. “Come one! Five more!” As I sat the bar back I felt utterly exhausted. “Fucking awesome, dude!”

“You really went all out.” “What?”

I was lying on the workout bench but I wasn’t wearing any VR shit. I sat up and hit my head in the barbell.

“Fuck! Dude, what the hell!” “The idea was for it to be motivational, but you really took it to heart.” “It was fucking dope, bro. I’m so pumped. Guy was kind of cute too.” “You think?” “Fuck, yeah. I wish I had those pecs.” “You better start some supplements then, if you can’t even last a virtual session.” “What you mean, dude?” “It’s already lunch.” “Fuck dammit!”

I rubbed my head where I had hit it and looked around the room. It looked mostly like before, but the sun had clearly moved ahead. Fuck, I really felt pumped to get some reps in hard and really make a difference. Perhaps lunch, and then do my daily sets.

“You ok with shopping without me after lunch?” “Sure. You need anything?” “I… You said supplements.”

Fortunately for me I have a roommate that studies medicine, kind of. Well, he hasn’t actually gone to any of the classes yet, but he has the books, so he picked out some things for me to boost me. Some of it looked like medicine, in small plastic jars with scientific-sounding names that could just as well have been a frat house. Alpha-omega-manganese-BS-whatever. Some of it decidedly did not look like medicine. Enormous containers with lids that looked too fucking small, with names like amazing-gainz-ultra. He set up a regimen for me to follow, basically some stuff with every meal. I started right away that evening with something like a vanilla and chalk milkshake after dinner. I don’t know why, but something made me feel really good drinking it.

I slept fucking fantastic, and despite having done way more lifting the day before than ever I barely felt any soreness or anything. I probably woke up Ethan with my harder than normal pre-breakfast cardio. Lots of burpees and jumping jacks, so I almost felt guilty making breakfast while steaming sweaty, but whatever. Ethan had to remind me what supplements to take. I really should have written that shit down.

I had a strong deja vu while doing weights. It wasn’t until Ethan spotted barbell for me I realized that this was almost exactly what I had seen doing the VR shit. I looked up and saw Ethan standing over me similar to the guy, but Ethan was wearing grey sweatpant shorts and a red tank. I kind of wished he was topless as well, like the other guy.

“You ok down there?” “Fucking dope, bro”

I realized I must have zoned out a bit. What’s worse I could feel I rocked a hard erection out of nowhere. Rather than making a deal out of it, and run to the shower, I decided to pretend like everything is normal. Guys get boners all the times. He’s a guy, so he knows that. I even did a few extra exercises to really drive home that point. While Ethan took his shower I dared to lower my shorts and slowly stroke my dick. I haven’t cummed once since moving in with Ethan, which I realized was longer than I’ve gone in years. The days were blurring together. I hadn’t watched porn either since moving in. I’ve been too preoccupied with the move and everything else going on.

“All yours” Ethan said and closed the door to his room. I just froze. I was sitting on the workout bench, shorts by my ankles and dick in hand. He saw that. There is no way he didn’t see that. I could feel my face getting hot by embarrassment, yet I continued to sit there and stroke my dick. What the fuck is wrong with me. My mind flashed to Ethan, to the guy in the VR, to his bulge just above my eyes, to his abs to the barbell, to the free weights.

No. I got up and took a long shower, trying really hard to not think about anything. Just observing the tiles, the shampoo bottles, the soap. But there were the creeping thoughts that perhaps Ethan will find me a weird creep and kick me out. How would he do it? He’s been far too nice to be direct. Would he bring up this incident or would he just wait a week or something and over one lunch say something vague like we are not as good of a match as he hoped? Fuck. I needed to do something.

I couldn’t concentrate at all on the block on taxation I was supposed to read. Apart from the residual thoughts of unease I was beginning to see what a mistake it was to not cum in the shower. I was very close to surfing porn sites, but decided against it and ended up aimlessly browsing social media. I can’t really explain how, a hundred clicks that trended in that direction perhaps, but I got into the circles of fitness instagram people. Big arms, broad chests, and slinky stringers. Somehow I was hard again. Stealthily I walked back to the bathroom, locked the door, and started to jerk off in the shower. I’d been saving for a week and been hot all day, but somehow it took quite a while to shoot the load. My mind was a soup of barbells, Ethan, sweatpant shorts, vague old porn clips, and more recent instagram models. When I finally came it was like I’ve never orgasmed before in my life. Rope after rope shot out of me, the first few even hit the wall, and my hips involuntary thrust forward for each of them. I felt cleansed in a way, like a weight had been lifted from me. I couldn’t really understand why, though. Nothing had really changed.

I didn’t want to go back to my room and study. I rinsed the shower, got a pad and a pen, and went to the kitchen to get on top of the supplements. I decided to write down all the ingredients from the labels. I had just accepted Ethan’s plan uncritically. It’s probably fine, but I wanted to understand it. That’s where Ethan found me.

“Hey, dude. Already hungry?” “Yeah… No… I don’t know, bro.” “You don’t know?” “It’s like… Fuck. You saw, bro.” “Saw what? You jerking off?” He laughed and sat down. “You saw me doing it first.”

He was right, of course. I didn’t know how that could have slipped my mind.

“Was it porn?” I didn’t know why I asked that. I was curious, but it also felt a bit too personal of a question. “Yeah. Wanna see?”

Before I even had time to respond he continued “Let’s fill up your macros first and then I can show you. If past experiences are any indications you’ll take your time.” “Already jacked off today.” Why did I tell him that? “Even better”

Ethan had this ever changing dish where he would chop and fry vegetables like bell pepper, chili, garlic, ginger, onion, peas, and whatever else was around, pour in coconut milk and whatever spices you craved that day green curry or red curry for Thai, madras curry for Indian, Soy and miso for Japanese, anise and szechuan for Chinese, saffron and parmesan for Italian, and so on. Then serve it with pasta or grains or rice. I helped him prepare it, as I always do unless he started making it without telling me. This time however the air was different, filled with tension and awkward anticipation. He made it with chicken, lemon grass, and brown rice this time. We hardly spoke a word while cooking, and then continued to eat in silence. We both knew what was on my mind, and there wasn’t any question on the subject that wouldn’t be awkward. I was weirdly looking forward to trying out whatever it was he wanted me to try. I couldn’t explain why it felt so compelling to me. Just thinking about it made me hard. “You clean up here and I’ll go and set it up for you,” he said as soon as his plate was empty. “Yeah,” was all I could manage, and he left. I finished my plate as well, put the few things we’ve used in the dishwasher and went to his room.

His bed was made and on it was the VR headset and what I first though was a protein drink shaker. “Dude, is that a… fleshlight?” I asked him both with incredulity and genuine curiosity. Curiosity because a cable ran from it to one of the boxes on the floor that connected to his computers, and incredulity because I couldn’t believe he thought I would use one of his sex toys.

“Yes. No. Not exactly. It’s modified to connect into the haptic subsystem.” “Haptic?” “Force feedback” “It’s a vibrator, bro.” “Eh.. No. Well, not only. You’ll see.” “Why do you think I’d touch that, bro?” Though somewhere inside I knew I would. “It’s a brand new inset. You’ll be fine.”

I walked up to the bed and suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. I would need to at least lower my shorts and boxers to get the until-recently-fleshlight on my dick, but Ethan was still in the room. Not only in the room but almost studying me like a lab project.

“I’ll lie down?” “Got to strip first,” he said motioning towards my tenting shorts. He saw me hesitated and continued “Dude, I just saw you jerk off in the living room this morning”. I blushed and pulled down my shorts and boxers, and stepped out of them. “Shirt too,” he said. I removed that as well and stood naked in front of him. “Wow, you are making progress. Ok, on the bed and hook yourself up. Red dot up.” I climbed into the bed, as he told me, and grabbed the cyber-fleshlight and pushed it down on my hard dick with the red dot up towards my head. There was some sort of lubrication in it and it slid on with very little effort. It must have been heated as well, because the lubrication didn’t make it feel cold. I was given a nod from Ethan and put on the helmet over my eyes and ears.

The alternative version of Ethan’s bedroom was already there, waiting for me. I looked around and as far as I could tell everything looked like in the real world, except no Ethan of course. After half a minute, perhaps more, I was almost about to ask if he had started it when the French crop guy jumped in through the doorway, as if he was in a hurry. He was naked except for a pair of white, tight speedos that both highlighted his big package and created a reference point for his deep tan and made it look even deeper. There was a sheen over all his body, like he had been working out hard or oiled himself up, and he was breathing heavy. “Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t expect you so soon,” he panted. I didn’t know what to say. “You want me to help you with that?” he asked and nodded towards my dick. I looked down and saw a massive erection, easily twice my real size. “As an apology…” he continued.

“Yeah, sure bro.”

He made the cutest little jump of joy in response, and caught my smile. He composed himself and locked eyes with me. Then he started some sort of dance where all the movement was in his hips and abs. Then he added more of the upper body, still keeping eye contact. I thought I would hose him down with cum from my monster penis right there, so sexy was it. He smirked and moved closer. Still swaying he leaned forward and licked the head of my dick, which shot pleasure up my spine. He then started to circle the head with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. The first few times were shallow, but then he stopped teasing and begun to really do down deep on the dick. In addition I could feel him alternate between stroking my hips, the insides of my thighs, and tugging my balls. Just as I was about to nut he stopped working on my dick and started to slowly run his tongue up my faint abs, circling my nipple. I was squirming in horny delight.

He was straddling me now, face to face. I couldn’t resist it any longer and reached to pull him towards me and kiss him on the mouth. There was a loud crack of plastic against plastic as our VR helmets collided. “Dude?” I was looking at the French crop guy who was moving his hands in front of his eyes. “Ethan?” I asked, suddenly realizing what was going on. The French crop guy looked bashful, did a little wave, and answered in not-Ethan’s voice “Yeah.”

“Did you just blow me?” “I wasn’t… No, it’s still the device.” I hesitated, considering briefly what this would mean. “Would you like to?”

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eef-is-an-egg · 3 years

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for your thing ab sending more crankiplier prompts to write instead of big fic (which is so fuhcking relatable)

vampire!Ethan

one of them is a minor villain (like petty theft or smth) and gets hurt. other takes them in and cares for them and they're like?? i literally steal things why do u trust me

maybe?? I have more general but I don't want this to b really really lonk

listen i may have written a whole ass novel here so.... take some vampire eth (also im totally going to write something for that second prompt at some point thats such a cute idea)

“You sure about this?”

Mark nodded shakily, swallowing the lump that had appeared in his throat. Ethan looked up at the older man cautiously as he rolled Mark’s sleeve up to his elbow.

“Listen, it really is okay if you don’t want to do this,” Ethan said, holding Mark’s forearm carefully, as if Ethan would break his arm if he gripped it tighter. Which, admittedly, he might be able to do that. Mark didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t want to find out.

“No, no, it- It’s fine, I’m not worried,” Mark lied. He was definitely worried, crazy worried, but this was Ethan. He wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, even if he was technically going to hurt him. It was just a little blood, he had plenty to spare. “I want this.”

“You look like you’re going to vomit,” Ethan noted, moving his hands down to hold Mark’s calloused hand. “I can find something else, if-”

“Ethan, I want this. You literally need this, and if I can’t give it to you, what sort of boyfriend am I?” Mark laughed nervously, trying to make light of the weird situation they were in together. This was weird. But he loved Ethan. So what’s a little blood?

"Yeah, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel obligated,” Ethan mumbled, looking down. Was Ethan really feeling guilty about this right now? Mark didn’t really know why, like he said, he needed it to live.

So instead of saying anything more, he just moved Ethan’s hands back to his arm and nodded enthusiastically as a confirmation. Ethan nodded back and looked down at Mark’s arm. He hesitated a moment, but lifted it up to his face, eyeing it hungrily.

If Mark was honest with himself, it was always strange to see Ethan like this. He’d always just been this dorky dude who looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly, but when he was hungry, he was hungry. It was like he was in a whole other mindset - which, now that Mark thought about it, he probably was.

But he still managed to be sweet and understanding and undeniably Ethan. That’s what Mark had to remember, that he was still Ethan. He’d always be Ethan, and that was what mattered. Mark was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts as Ethan planted soft and sweet kisses along his forearm. He rolled his eyes affectionately, a small blush dusting his cheeks. He wasn’t exactly expecting it to get sensual, but hey, this was Ethan after all. The sap.

Ethan flicked his eyes up at Mark again in the middle of a kiss, like he was asking permission for what he was about to do next. Mark looked knowingly into his eyes, hoping he got the gist.

Ethan did.

It felt... weird. Painful? Maybe painful wasn’t exactly the right word. The initial contact and breaking of skin stung, but it didn’t last. What was more prevalent was the pressure and the feeling of blood flowing out of his arm. It wasn’t necessarily anything new - he’d had IVs inserted into his arm before, but it was certainly different. The idea that there was a mouth on the other end didn’t help, especially the fact that it was Ethan’s mouth. But it felt strangely nice, like a hickey but not.

Oh my God. Ethan was literally sucking his blood. And Mark was sort of enjoying it. Did this make him a masochist? He wasn’t a masochist. Was he? His heart started to pump faster, his brain started to get fuzzy and he couldn’t make out his own thoughts. He was hoping this was because of blood loss. Blood loss sounded like a good excuse.

He suddenly shook his head vehemently, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding after Ethan detached from Mark’s arm.

“Sorry,” Ethan murmured, wiping his face off with his sleeve. “I got a little overzealous. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Mark managed to breathe out after a few seconds. He looked down at his arm and saw two apparent holes in it. They weren’t actually that deep, and thank God there wasn’t any blood gushing out of them anymore, but it was still a weird sight to see. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Okay, let’s- let’s get you patched up,” Ethan said, taking Mark’s hand.

Everything still felt a bit blurry as Ethan dragged him to their bathroom. His head felt like it was buzzing, but he simply sat on their toilet, waiting patiently as Ethan dug through their cupboards, looking for bandages. He didn’t know if the pit forming in his stomach was from anxiety, blood loss, or something else, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant. “Alright," Ethan chirped, straightening himself out and turning to face Mark, bandages in hand. “Hold your arm out, babe.”

Mark did as he said, albeit slightly delayed - his brain was still foggy. “You seem surprisingly chipper.”

“I was hungry,” Ethan explained as he started to wrap Mark’s wound. “It’s like the Snickers commercials say - ‘You’re-’”

“‘-not you when you’re hungry’, I know,” Mark cut the younger man off, a small smile appearing on his face. “God, you’re such a dork. Aren’t vampires supposed to be sexy or something?”

“Heeeey!” Ethan whined, pausing the wrapping as he looked at Mark with one of his ‘pity me’ faces. “You’re saying I’m not sexy? Wow, I’m hurt, Mark!”

“Okay, you’re a little sexy,” Mark rolled his eyes, the smile on his face only getting bigger. “But not, like, Edward Cullen levels of sexy.”

“Edward Cullen is not sexy,” Ethan giggled, continuing with the wrapping of Mark’s arm. “He’s not even an accurate representation of vampires!”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s not accurate! Accuracy and sexiness don’t relate to each other at all, Eth,” Mark added. “You’re just jealous.”

"Jealous?” Ethan scoffed, tightening the bandage (which in turn makes Mark wince) and tearing it off the roll, making sure the stray end of the bandage is tucked in neatly underneath the rest of it. “He’s a creep. I’m not jealous of shit.”

“Mm, you make a good point,” Mark hummed, looking down at his arm. The bandage was slightly pink in some spots, but overall it wasn’t looking too bad. “Maybe you are sexier than Edward Cullen...”

“You bet your ass I am,” Ethan grinned. “Anyway, enough about Twilight. How are you feeling? Was everything okay?”

“Fine, actually. A little lightheaded, but okay,” Mark replied, fidgeting with the new bandages on his arm. “And yes, everything was fine. It felt kind of strange, but you know I’d do anything for love, baby.”

He tacked on a cheesy wink which gets an eye-roll from the younger man.

“Was the kissing too much? I hadn’t exactly done this on another consenting human who was also my boyfriend, so...” Ethan mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

“Nah, I thought it was cute,” Mark smiled. “Made it feel a little less like you were eating me and more like you were making out with my arm.”

“Is that really any better though?” Ethan giggled, looking up at Mark with a grin on his face.

“Yes, it is. Trust me,” Mark reassured Ethan and gave him a grin back. “On another note, though - is this going to become a regular thing?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” Ethan said. “It’d definitely be helpful, but I can make do if you were too uncomfortable with tonight.”

“No, I mean- I think I’d be fine with it,” Mark stuttered, taking a quick glance at Ethan. His facial expression was soft and understanding, and Mark wanted to hug him right then and there. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just... different. Not- not like, a bad different or anything.”

“Oh,” Ethan said simply. There was a hint of surprise to his voice, like he wasn’t expecting Mark to be so willing. “Did you like it or something?”

To his tragic demise, Mark’s whole face immediately flushed as soon as Ethan said that. Stupid blood. “I’m not going to deny it, but-”

“Christ, you absolute masochist,” Ethan laughed. Mark looked at him quickly and noticed that his cheeks were pink too. Was he embarrassed or weirded out or..?

“Shut up, I just like to see what my body can take, okay?” Mark insisted, covering his face with his hands. Even if Ethan wasn’t embarrassed, he sure was.

“Listen, bub, I’m not gonna judge you,” Ethan said, putting a reassuring hand on Mark’s shoulder. “I mean, it’s a win-win scenario, right? I get food, you get... some amount of enjoyment from it?”

“Please shut up,” Mark groaned.

Ethan just giggled, gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and went over to the door of the bathroom. “Love you, Mark.”

Mark just groaned again in reply.

#crankiplier #my writing #amm i posting this at 1 am? maybe #fucka u i do what i want

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i-am-hagatana · 3 years

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Ladies and gents, it's time!

Here is my story...

Welcome to the Pack

(Hope you like this! @markiplier @crankgameplays)

Chapter 1 (Mistakes were Made)

The morning sun shines through and between the silky curtains, lighting up a small bedroom with little furniture present. Ethan, lying in a bed under the covers, takes a deep breath and slowly opens his eyes. He slowly rolls from his side onto his back and brushes his blue hair off of his face while staring at the blurry ceiling. He blinks a few times to force the sleepiness away and make the ceiling look clearer. He turns his head to his left to find his glasses resting on a small bedside table. He pulls his left arm out from under the covers, revealing a slightly blood-stained bandage wrapped around his forearm, and grabs his glasses. Ethan sits up in bed and puts them on. Wait… That’s weird.

Ethan squints in confusion and takes the glasses back off. Everything around him in the room looks as clear as day. He can see the individual strokes of paint on the door. He can see the bumpy texture on the walls around him. He can even see the smudges and dust particles on the lenses of his glasses. He places the glasses back on, everything becomes blurred. He takes them off once more and stares down at them with bewilderment. He shifts to the side of the bed, drops his feet to the wood floor, and places his glasses in his shorts pocket.

Ethan’s attention then moves to his left arm, more specifically, the bandage with a bloodstain in the shape of the letter u. He studies it for a moment, then his heart begins to race, and his lips form a slight frown as the memories of the previous night suddenly begin to return. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs.

A flashback appears in his mind, he remembers himself laughing his head off. Around him were his new friends, the whole gang was there. Amy, Kathryn, Tyler, Sean, Bob, Wade, and… Mark. They all hung out in the living room, drinking beverages and enjoying some snacks, telling multiple stories and jokes, doing their hardest not to choke from laughter. They all celebrated their new memories and videos made together, and their newest member in the group, Ethan, who had been working for Mark for almost a month now. Ethan was then standing beside Mark, thanking him for everything, and emphasizing the joy he felt working with the group.

Mark gave him a big smile, then quickly looked to the right to see Amy look over at him. They exchanged nods, then looked around and did the same with the rest of the group, causing Ethan to raise an eyebrow. Everyone quieted down.

“Ethan,” Mark spoke. Ethan turned his attention back to Mark and answered, “Yeah?” Mark gave a small grin and lifted his arm to pat Ethan’s back.

Ethan suddenly shakes his head, snapping back to reality and the bedroom he was sitting in. He looks at his bandaged arm once more with a frightened gasp, his expression now filled to the brim with worry. His breathing gradually slows down. He drops his arms to his side with a sigh and forces himself out of bed, not wanting to remember the rest of the night…

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Ethan exits the bedroom and stares down the empty hallway. He walks across to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He flicks the light switch on and pulls his phone out of his other pocket. He presses the home button and the screen displays the time, 8:45 a.m. Underneath were a few notifications, but he lets his screen go dark as turns his attention to the mirror in front of him. Ethan notices his face and immediately freezes. His phone drops out of his hand, landing on the counter with a thud. One hand shoots to his face, feeling that his skin was smooth… he couldn’t believe it, his acne was gone!

“What the…” Ethan mutters to himself. How on Earth? No person’s face could just do that overnight… Not wanting to stress himself, Ethan shakes his head with a sigh, leaves the bathroom, and quietly heads down the stairs, praying he could head out the door and away from this craziness without seeing Mark again…

Ethan enters the kitchen and turns toward the living room to see Amy and Chica chilling together on the couch and watching TV. Amy turns her head to him and sits forward.

“Hey!” Amy gets up from the couch and walks over to Ethan, who could not make himself at least grin, and he was trying. “I was just wondering if I should go check on you, how are you feeling?”

“Uh… I’m ok…” Ethan absentmindedly looks at the floor as his right hand lightly grips the edge of his bandage by his wrist. Amy looks down at his forearm, her smile begins to fade, but she forces it to stay for his sake. She gently grabs his bandaged arm, causing him to slightly jump and look at her with slight surprise.

“You know,” Amy tells him, “you don’t need this anymore.” Ethan raises an eyebrow. Amy begins to unravel the bandage. “If you've ever seen any werewolf movies, you might remember that most of them could heal fast. In the real world, though, that’s the case for all of them.” Within a few seconds, the bandage is peeled off, revealing a wound free arm, causing Ethan’s jaw to drop. He pulls his arm back to study it, his right hand feeling all around his forearm. Not a single touch or squeeze causes any pain, his arm doesn’t even feel sore. It was as if he was never wounded, he wishes that was the case...

Ethan’s heart rate picks up, the word “werewolf” becomes trapped in his head... yet he also feels a bit confused why she sounds so calm explaining this to him? He sighs, “This.. is really happening?... And Mark is actually…?” Amy sighs but looks him in the eyes with a reassuring smile.

“I know exactly how you’re feeling, I know what’s going through your mind. This is all really strange, and somewhat scary at first. But trust me when I say you don’t have to feel scared, you can trust us.” Meanwhile, Chica jumps down from the couch and walks over to them with a wagging tail. Amy sees her and greets her with a grin. Ethan looks at her as well, but doing so causes her to freeze and stop wagging her tail. He holds his hand out to her, giving her permission to come closer for some head scratches. However, Chica’s eyes stare at him with fear and sadness, and a small whimper escapes through her mouth. Chica backs away a few steps with a few more audible whimpers and goes to lay against the side of the couch, out of Ethan and Amy’s sight. Amy looks back at Ethan with pity, seeing him look down and pull back his now slightly shaking hand.

“You hungry?” she asks to temporarily take his mind off the situation. Ethan picks his head up to look at her.

“Well.. yeah, but-”

“Then come sit, I’ll make breakfast,” Amy cuts him off and leads him to the dining room table. Ethan tries to turn around and stop her.

“No, you really don’t have to.” Amy continues to nudge him towards a seat and urges “It’s alright, I insist. You’re gonna need food anyway.” Amy smiles at him, causing him to give in and sit in a chair at the table.

“Thanks, Amy…”

“Don’t worry about it.

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The kitchen and the rooms surrounding it are filled with a constant sizzling. The aroma of eggs and sausages fill the air, some slices of bread are cooking in the toaster as well. Amy works her way around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cups from the cabinets, using a spatula to scramble the eggs and flip the sausages. Every batch in the frying pans and toaster are transferred to three large plates that are piled high with breakfast food and resting at the center of the dining room table. Ethan is sitting at the end of the table, enjoying his fairly large plate of food. Amy quickly walks through the door closer to Ethan with a frying pan filled with eggs and empties it onto the egg platter. Suddenly, in the other doorway that leads to the kitchen, Sean enters and greets the two with a big grin.

“Hey guys!” he says with some cheer and walks over to them. The two return his greeting with smiles, then Amy returns to the kitchen and Ethan returns to his meal. Sean takes a seat in the chair beside Ethan, sits back, and rests an arm on the back of the seat.

“How’s it goin’, Ethan?” Ethan looks up from his plate and swallows the food sitting in his mouth.

“I’m as good as I can be, I guess..” Ethan looks back down at his plate with a sad look and pushes his food around with his fork. Sean stares at him for a moment, he can see and sense Ethan wasn’t doing very well mentally… Amy quickly comes back into the dining room and hands Sean a plate, utensils, and a glass of water, then heads back to the kitchen.

“Hey, Ethan.” Sean stares at Ethan with a smile forming on his face.

“Hm?” Ethan responds and looks up at him while taking a sip out of his cup. Sean quickly snickers to himself, then looks up and leans in a bit closer to Ethan.

“Wanna hear a story?” Sean asks. Ethan places his cup down, places his arms crisscrossed on the table, and leans in to listen closely. Through many occasional chuckles, Sean tells the story.

“This one time when I was at Mark’s, he took a nap in the afternoon. I decided to pull a prank on him, and boy was it pretty good. And you’d think that since he was in his wolf form, he would be able to sense me comin’. But luckily, the night before, Mark stayed up ‘til around 5 in the mornin’ to finish editing a video. I warned him not to ‘cause he had been workin’ all day, but he didn’t listen. Then at around 7 AM, he went outside in his wolf form for a bit of exercise, hoping it would give him energy for the day. When he returned, he just frickin’ plopped on the couch and was out cold quick. So I snuck to the kitchen and filled a bowl with cold water. Then I snuck up behind the couch, yelled as loud as I could to make him jump, which worked by the way, and then I dumped the whole bowl all over him. He stood there hunched over shivering a bit from the surprise and the cold water. I was already laughing hard, but then when he tried to run at me, he slipped on the water on the floor and landed on his face. It reminded me of a frickin’ cartoon, then I told him ‘that’s what you get for not listening to me, ya clumsy doofus!’”

Ethan politely lets out a few fake giggles, the story was funny, but the image of werewolf Mark was still terrifying... Ethan’s fake laughter quickly ceases as the thought continues to haunt him. He sighs and looks back down at the bit of food remaining on his plate. After Sean fills his plate with some breakfast, he places his fork next to his plate and looks at Ethan.

“You wanna know somethin’ else?” Ethan looks back up at him and slightly tilts his head.

“I have a little secret too, but don’t go runnin’ off after I show ya,” Sean demands. Ethan lets out a quiet sigh and gives him a nod. Sean grins at him, then turns his head to the kitchen and notices salt and pepper shakers sitting on the counter. Sean lifts his left hand in the air. Suddenly, a glowing green energy surrounds them, lifting them off of the counter and into mid-air. Sean moves his raised hand slightly closer to himself, causing the shakers to float towards him and land on the table next to his plate. The green glow disappears, Sean grabs the salt and sprinkles a bit on his food. With a small grin, he looks over at Ethan, who’s eyes are nearly bulging out of his head, and the fork in his hand falls and lands on the table with a clatter.

“Magic exists too?!” Ethan shouts with surprise.

“Yup. When I was young, my father taught me and my siblings magic he learned from his father. He told us that his side of the family possesses power, and he could sense a bit of it inside of all five of us.” With that last sentence, Amy enters the room with her own tableware and sits at the table across from Sean. She serves herself some food while Sean digs into his plate.

“Wish I knew some magic,” Amy comments, “it would make cleaning up the kitchen much easier.” Sean giggles in response.

Ethan, however, sits back in his chair with shock in his eyes, his mind flooding with questions that cause his head to ache. Was there anything else he didn’t know about the world? Is anyone else close keeping secrets from him? What’s going to happen now that he wasn’t human anymore?...

In the same door Sean walked through, Bob and Wade come into the dining room with upset looks on their faces.

“Hey guys…” Bob says, obtaining the attention of Sean and Amy.

“Any luck talking to Mark?” Amy asks with slight anxiety.

“He wouldn’t talk to us, and he wouldn’t let us into his room.”

“He’s not taking this situation very well, but I guess we can’t blame him…” Wade adds with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Ethan continues sitting there, lost in his thoughts and feeling overwhelmed with worry and terror. He unintentionally thinks back to last night once again. He sees himself surrounded by the others, they were all silent as they watched him and Mark.

“Ethan,” Mark announced, “we’re all grateful to have you with us, we’re really glad you’re enjoying time with all of us, and we really enjoy our time with you. I’m glad we became friends and that we’re able to make videos together.” Ethan showed him a big smile. Mark took a few steps away from Ethan, but still faced him. “We really appreciate what you add to our group, and we trust you a lot. And because we do… There’s something I want to show you, that way we can all know if you have the same level of trust towards us.” Mark took a few deep breaths.

“Mark, what is it?” Ethan watched him with a raised eyebrow.

“Look, this is gonna be weird at first,” Mark responds while he pulls off his shoes, “but just try not to freak out or anything.”

“I don’t understand...” Ethan looked around at the others, hoping someone would explain or at least give clues.

“You will.” Tyler stared at Ethan with his arms crossed and a calm, yet serious expression.

“Just trust us,” Amy added. Ethan’s attention returned to Mark when he took one last deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Ethan!” Sean exclaims, causing Ethan to snap out of it and look up at everyone in the dining room with a gasp. Ethan catches his breath and sits up.

“Yeah?” Ethan’s voice cracks.

“You okay?” Bob asks with concern. Ethan clears his throat and stands up, grabbing his tableware.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just gonna.. go put my other clothes back on.”

“Hold on,” Amy tells him while getting out of her seat, “your other shirt got a bit of blood on it, I’ll lend you one of Mark’s.”

“..Ok, thanks...” Ethan walks into the kitchen, Amy follows behind him. The other three stay in the dining room and look at each other. Sean sighs, “Ethan isn’t doing very good either.. What’s Tyler and Kathryn up to?” Bob and Wade sit at the table.

“They wanted to try and talk to Mark too, not sure if it’ll work though..” Bob answers. The three sigh and look down at the table. Sean then suddenly looks up.

“I think Ethan needs somethin’ to temporarily take his mind off of this while the rest of us help Mark, and then figure out what to do, and quick. Tyler said the next full moon’s tomorrow.” Their faces become filled with concern, they occasionally tap their fingers on the table, trying to make themselves think.

“What if we take him out for a walk?” Sean and Bob look at Wade. “Maybe fresh air is what he needs, and maybe me and Bob can talk to him to help him feel better about this situation.”

“Alright,” Sean responds, “just be careful not to say anything that’ll freak him out more.”

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“What’re we doing?” Ethan asks in confusion as Bob and Wade lead him to the front door.

“We’re taking you out for a little walk,” Bob answers, “we thought it would be good for you since you’re feeling.. You know.”

“Just don’t go running off on us,” Wade comments as he opens the door. Ethan looks at them both, then heads out the door with a sigh of defeat. Bob and Wade quickly turn back to give Sean , who was watching from the kitchen, two thumbs up. Sean responds with a nod and a smile, then the two head out the door and close it behind them.

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“Mark’s still in there?” Amy asks when she comes across Kathryn and Tyler in the upstairs hallway.

“He’s really hard to talk to when he’s this upset…” Kathryn sighs and frowns.

“I don’t think we can convince him right now, it’s probably best to give him a little more time. Sorry, Amy..” Tyler tells her and walks past her with Kathryn. The two head downstairs, but Amy heads for the bedroom with hope. She stops at the bedroom door and leans against it. She lifts her hand with hesitation and lightly knocks.

“Mark?...” On the other side of the door, Mark, who is sitting hunched forward on the side of his bed facing away from the door, slightly picks his head up to the side and remains silent.

“Come on, Mark. I know this situation’s scary and stressful, but you need to talk to someone. Maybe let that someone be me?” A shaky sigh escapes Mark’s mouth as he turns his head back. He places his elbows on his legs and rests his chin in his hands, pressing his hands against his mouth as he struggles to hold back tears and avoid a mental breakdown.

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“So uh, you heard about the new game coming out next year?” Bob asks out loud. Wade furrows his eyebrows and looks at him. “I dunno, which one?” Ethan is walking in front of them, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets and his eyes fixed on the ground. The three are walking down the sidewalk, and Bob begins to talk with his hands towards Wade.

“It’s the one where a group of alien warriors saved you from the planet that went up in flames, they take you to their world and raise you to become a hero.” Ethan’s ears slowly tune their conversation out as he focuses on his thoughts and surroundings. He lifts his head up and watches a flock of small birds fly by. He looks at the trees along the sidewalk swaying in the breeze. Suddenly, a dog’s bark steals his attention, he snaps his head to the left to see a woman walking a black german shepherd up the sidewalk on the opposite sidewalk. The dog stares at Ethan and lets out a few more barks before the dog and its owner are far behind them. That dog.. looked awfully familiar... Ethan looks back at the ground in front of him, his heart rate and breathing pick up as the memory plays in his mind once again.

He sees Mark closing his eyes as he takes one last deep breath. Ethan watched him with confusion, but suddenly… it started. Ethan looked at Mark’s hands in shock when he saw his fingers sort of stiffen as his nails lengthen and sharpen. He looked up at Mark’s face to see his face slightly scrunch with discomfort and his teeth lightly grit, only he saw fangs in place of his canines. The stuble on the sides of his face thickened into sideburns as his ears grew pointy. Hair began to sprout on the backs of his arms and along the back of his neck. His muscles gradually grew larger as the hair continued to spread and slowly thicken into fur. There were audible cracks as his height began to gradually increase by a foot. His limbs lengthened as well. Soon his claws thickened and blackened as his fingertips and palms began to bulge into pads. As the fur covered his entire body, his clothes tore in several spots and a fluffy tail ripped through his pants underneath the waistband. His feet lengthened into wolf-like hindlegs as his jaw lengthened into a muzzle and his long ears moved to the top of his head. A relieved huff escaped his mouth, signifying the transformation was over. His eyes opened to reveal a pair of glowing ambers irises that see Ethan standing frozen in shock with his eyes bulging.

Mark’s tail swished as he nervously stared at Ethan.

“So yeah,” Mark spoke while taking a step forward, “this is it.” Ethan instinctively took a few steps back.

“Ethan?” Mark raised an eyebrow and walked a little closer. Ethan’s breathing picked up as he backed away faster. The others called out to him too, but he quickly spun around and took off away from them, heading for the front door. Mark ran after him, still calling out his name and begging him to stop. Before Ethan could reach the door, Mark suddenly tripped on a stray dog toy, lost his footing, and fell towards Ethan, who managed to spin around in time to see him falling. Ethan quickly held his arms up in front of his face in defense and Mark slammed into him, knocking him to the floor. Almost immediately, Ethan screamed out in pain and the others stared in shock. Mark noticed the taste of blood in his mouth, and he opened his eyes to see he had Ethan’s left forearm caught between his teeth. Ethan opened his eyes to see it too. Mark instantly dropped his arm, picked himself off of Ethan, and crouched a few feet away from him with ears lowered, allowing Ethan to sit up. Mark and the others were so quiet, you could only hear some breathing and Ethan’s loud pained huffing. Ethan grasped his wound, blood dripped between his fingers and splattered on the floor. His eyes grew red as tears welled up from the agonizing throbbing in his forearm. His stare went from his injury to Mark’s traumatized face. Ethan’s breathing endlessly quickened, but his vision began to blur. The pain consumed his mind, making him more and more lightheaded until... everything went black.

Ethan’s attention returns to Bob and Wade crouching in front of him and staring with worry. Ethan’s back is leaning against a tree, with his body extremely tense, his breathing accelerated, and his butt resting on the sidewalk.

“Ethan, take it easy!” Bob spoke in an attempt to calm his hyperventilating. Ethan presses the edges of his palms into his temples and grasps his hair between his fingers.

“Just breathe!” Wade slightly shouts, causing Ethan to jump. Ethan forces himself to take a deep breath, followed by a set of deeper breaths that eventually slow his heart rate and allow his body to relax. Ethan slowly releases his hair and rests his forearms on his knees.

“There you go..” Ethan looks at the two, then lowers his head into his arms with a shaky breath.

“Ethan,” Wade says and places his hand on Ethan’s arm, “talk to us.” Ethan slowly lifts his head, his eyes growing red. His expression becomes greatly saddened as a few tears escape his eyes

“...I don’t think I can handle this.” Ethan’s voice cracks with panic as he pulls his legs into a tight embrace. “I don’t understand what the heck is going on, and why to me... Did Mark plan to do this?...” Bob and Wade look at each other with some surprise for a moment, then back at Ethan’s sorrowful expression.

“Ethan.. Mark never planned to bite you, he just wanted to see if you’d accept what he really is. But…”

“But he didn’t think you’d freak out like you did.” Wade cuts in, his comment earning him an elbow in the arm from Bob. Ethan watches the two, questioning whether to believe them as he still questioned what else is being kept from him.

“Trust us Ethan, we’ve been there. When Mark was still new to this, we were very skeptical when he tried telling us about it. But then the stress of college got to him one day and we witnessed him sort of freak out. Luckily, none of us got hurt, and no one else was around, but I admit it was really scary. But we knew Mark well, we knew if he were to ever hurt us, it wasn’t intentional.” Ethan stares up at Bob’s reassuring smile.

“The best thing you can do now is to try clearing the air, work things out with Mark ‘cause you’re gonna need him soon.” Bob stands up, holding out his hand to Ethan. He helps Ethan up after eventually he decided to grab his hand. As Ethan stands up, they’re given weird looks from a jogger than runs by.

“Let’s just enjoy outside for a bit longer.” Bob grins at Ethan, who responds with a nod and fake grin. The three once again head down the sidewalk, though the two are unaware of the emotional pain still plaguing Ethan’s mind...

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“Amy… please, I don’t wanna talk right now…” Mark hugs himself as he shivers from stress, unable to escape the thought of the pain he caused, and the pain he knows Ethan will go through soon...

“There’s no denying that mistakes were made, but we can’t change what happened. I’m not saying that what you did was ok, but I’m also not saying you should beat yourself up for it. Just.. just open up to me, please.” Mark stays sitting for another moment, then gets up and slowly walks to the door. His hand reaches for the doorknob, hesitates for a second, but then opens the door with a sigh and steps back, allowing Amy to enter. She looks at his hurt expression, his frown filled with pain, his eyes filled with sorrow and bright red from the tears now building up. With a shaky sigh, his eyes shut, allowing his tears to stream down his face as he lowers his head.

“I don’t know what to do...” he says with a sniffle, “This is the worst I’ve ever messed up, I hurt him and I deserve to feel hurt for it… I never imagined this would happen, now it did and… he never deserved anything like this, he never deserved to have me in his life…”

Amy frowns and pulls him into a hug, resting a hand on the back of his head to pull it into her shoulder and gently rub his hair.

“No one deserves to go through this, but you both deserved to meet each other. You’re both good guys, you’ve always deserved the best, no matter how many mistakes you’ve made. You’re his idle, and I don’t think anything in the world could change that. I know this is a very tough situation, but you can’t seclude yourself and drown yourself in this emotional stress for the rest of your life. He needs your help to get him through this, and you need him to show that you can be forgiven.” Amy releases Mark and he looks down.

“But, he must hate me right now… He’s probably terrified just thinking of me…”

“Sure, maybe he is, but that isn’t going to last forever. Maybe soon he’ll realize he’ll need to forgive you, and that you’re not so scary after all. You just gotta take a chance and confront him.”

“I don’t.. I don’t know if I can talk to him…”

“Yes you can, because you’ll have all of us there to help you both get through this, no matter what happens.” Mark looks into her eyes with a grateful expression.

“You’re all too good for me…” Amy gently puts a hand on Mark’s cheek and wipes away the line of tears.

“Everyone deserves good in their lives, Mark. Especially you.” She quickly leans in and lands a heartfelt kiss on his cheek.

“Now come on, let’s get you some breakfast.” Mark and Amy exit the bedroom together, lovingly holding hands.

“You sure you’re doing ok for now, Mark?” Amy stands beside him, lightly hugging his arm, causing him to smile and truly feel at peace.

“I mean, yeah. You guys cheered me up a bit, and I’m sure Ethan is doing better too. All that’s left to worry about is tomorrow.” The gang’s conversation is interrupted when the front door opens, in walks Bob, Wade, and Ethan. Bob and Wade smile and laugh while Ethan only shows a slight grin. Ethan spots Mark hanging out with the others in the living room, his eyes widen, fear consumes his mind. Silence fills the room as the others turn to the door, Mark’s smile slightly fades at the sight of a still scared Ethan. Despite the advice and reassurance from most of the group, Ethan still finds it hard to see Mark as the same guy. The kind legend he looked up to, the man he backflipped for despite the crowd watching. His mind still greets him with terrifying images of werewolf Mark knocking him to the floor, his open maw with large fangs growing closer with every second. Mark opens his mouth to speak, but stays silent, not able to find any words. Even he still fears and finds trouble confronting his new friend. Not knowing what to do and not having enough courage, Ethan rushes through the living room and up the stairs, avoiding looking at anyone’s face.

Mark’s face drops and his heart suddenly aches in a familiar way, something he has felt in the past. For a moment, Mark is also taken back to the night before. He remembers the fear he saw in Ethan’s eyes, a fear that he caused and caused him to feel like a beast. The coldness in his heart knowing that moment changed Ethan, and no amount of wishing or regret could take that moment away... Mark lets out a shaky breath and walks away from the group, heading towards the dining room.

“I need a moment…” he tells the others. Amy reaches a hand out to grab Mark’s arm, but finds herself freeze, not knowing what words would fix this. Chica, who’s laying against the wall by the stairs, watches Mark walk and lets out a small whimper.

“So much for tomorrow being the only thing to worry about…” Sean comments while crossing his arms. A few others sigh, but Bob and Wade walk over to them.

“Alright guys, yes, it’s gonna be really difficult getting those two to talk to each other, but we probably can’t do much more to convince them. I think right now we should start planning what we need to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’ve already got some ideas. Once the six of us come up with a solid plan, I’ll talk to Mark about it. Ok?” Everyone responds to Tyler’s announcement with nods.

“I think we can all agree step one is hoping this all goes right…” Wade sighs.

Chapter 2 (Everything Changes)

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2. where are you now when i need you most?

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Crew members wrapping for the day spilled out of the open-doored set of Love is Everywhere when she arrived. In lieu of the typical mid-morning lecture for Hollywood 101, the professor had arranged for a special off-campus field trip that evening to a studio warehouse for a tour with one of the producers. When he had announced it, Professor Hunt had emphasized the importance of arriving on time with a particularly snide side-eye at her, so to play it safe, she had shown up even earlier than he had asked of the class. Finding the doorway he had specified for them to wait nearby, she leaned against the adjacent wall, glanced at the time on her phone, and let out a heavy sigh.

It had been weeks since the masquerade, and that side-eye had been the only time he had dared to acknowledge her existence. But, to be fair, she hadn’t given him much to work with; her proclivity for exchanging quick-witted barbs and snark with him had all but vanished, something that had all her friends, but especially Addison, worried.

Margot’s phone rang, making her jump, the sudden movement startling one of the people exiting the warehouse with a big roll of fabric in their arms. Mouthing apologies, she rounded the corner and put the phone to her ear.

“Keep your phone on you,” Ethan Blake instructed. She could tell without seeing him that he was in full agent mode – his professional voice was different than his speaking voice – so she bit her tongue from making a sarcastic remark. “This is going to be huge. Huge.”

“What is?” she asked.

Ethan sounded like he was smiling, which made his professional voice sound a little less so. “That tape you sent in a few weeks ago has captured the attentions of a certain rising director and his casting director currently looking to hire for a highly anticipated art house horror film.”

Her heart leapt in her throat. “Ethan.”

“I know. Keep your phone on you,” he said. “Even if you have to wrestle with alligators, even if you have to punch Masika in the face, whatever it takes, just keep that phone on you. This could be It. The golden egg. The golden goose. The-”

“Have you been watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory again?”

Her agent’s voice went from professional to sheepish. “Perhaps.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll take no more of your time. Keep that phone on and on you. Call me as soon as you hear anything. And I mean anything.”

Once she hung up, she headed back to the doorway to find a handful of her classmates idling around. Beside the doorway, the professor and a man, presumably the producer giving the tour, stood. The man, upon seeing her, held out a light brown wicker basket.

“No phones allowed on set,” he called out.

Her eyes flickered to Professor Hunt’s, who immediately focused his attention elsewhere.

Subtle.

“Actually, I have a call I’m waiting for,” she said. “It’s really urgent. Would you mind if-”

“No exceptions,” Professor Hunt emphasized. “Phone. Now.”

Margot shook her head. “I may be getting a job offer. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

This piqued the producer’s interest. Lowering the basket to his side, he asked, “May I ask what offer you might be receiving?”

She felt Professor Hunt’s gaze burning a hole in her forehead, but she kept her attention firmly on the producer. She was not unaware that her classmates had begun listening in, apparently eager to see if she would finally stir the pot after weeks of being curiously silent.

“With all due respect, sir, I’d rather not disclose that information just yet. Don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch,” she said.

The producer looked her over for a moment. “Understandable. Just keep your phone on vibrate, and step away from the group if that call comes, okay?”

She nodded.

Turning away, she made a point to immerse herself within the growing crowd of classmates gathered by the door a little way from the two older men. Addison and a few other people whose varying projects she had helped with immediately absorbed her into their conversations.

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At precisely six p.m., the professor stepped before the doorway and clapped his hands once. That was all he had to do to command their attention. All conversations ceased and the class – minus a handful of students who would be dealt with later – focused on their stern professor and his producer friend.

“Listen up, everyone. We’re fortunate the producer, Jaxson Mitchell, is giving us this opportunity. That means you will behave in a way that reflects well on the university, no exceptions.”

Margot felt his gaze burning another hole in her forehead.

The tour began earnestly, with Jaxson taking the class through several of the smaller sets that had been erected in the studio warehouse for use within the next few days. Some of the sets looked like showcase rooms in furniture stores, but with a wall missing for viewing purposes. A few of the sets, like the ornate dining room that was to be used for an important monologue, were completely enclosed for the night, and they were allowed a brief peek into them before moving on.

She was keenly aware of her phone waiting in her pocket, silent and intimidating. Though she was enjoying the tour and the amusing anecdotes that Jaxson shared, she was desperately willing for the phone to ring.

“Here’s part of the ballroom set. We’re still working on it, but as you can see, its marble pillars and glazed tile flooring will help add a sense of extravagance to the climactic scene we’ll be filming in here,” Jaxson explained.

She looked at the ballroom set and felt her stomach twist. It was beautiful, albeit unfurnished and unfinished, and it reminded her far too much of the night she was hoping not to think of.

She didn’t dare glance up to Hunt to see if he was having any similar reaction to the ballroom set. He probably was as unaffected as usual.

At long last, the tour came to a close. As they all gathered by the doorway from which they had entered, Jaxson weaved through the class, handing back the phones. Once reunited, Jenni Whitman gave hers a kiss on the back of her glittery phone case. She chuckled to herself, then felt her whole body freeze up at the feeling of her phone vibrating urgently in her dress pocket.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Stepping back into the warehouse, away from the din of chattering classmates, she clapped one hand over her free ear and answered her phone. “Hello?”

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As he ticked off the attendance sheet on the clipboard in his hand, Professor Hunt tutted under his breath at the names of the no-shows who would be getting a very stern warning from him in the near future. Bianca Stone, of course, was one of them, but her father kept so many people in his pocket that any misconduct she did was waved off with little more than a slap on the wrist and, at worse, a ten-page essay that was more of a punishment for him to read and mark than it was for her to write (and he suspected it wasn’t even her writing it).

“What a nice bunch of students you have, Tommy,” Jaxson said, coming to stand beside him. “So polite. I can’t say I approve of how . . . attached some of them are to their devices, but that can’t be helped, eh?”

“Oh, Miss Whitman has a serious problem,” he said, setting the clipboard down. “God forbid she and her purchased social media following be parted for more than an hour.”

Jaxson laughed. “Cold as ever.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s been good seeing you.”

“And you as well. Thank you once again for allowing us onto the set,” Professor Hunt said. “Reminded me of old times.”

Jaxson smirked. “Any chance of there being any ‘new’ times?”

Professor Hunt cocked his head to the side. “I don’t believe so. Too much to critique, so many to teach.”

Jaxson nodded solemnly. Then he lifted his gaze past Hunt and into the warehouse. “Like her, for example.”

Hunt didn’t really need to turn his head to see who Jaxson was talking about, but he did so reflexively.

Miss Schuyler stood further into the hallway separating the sets, her phone clamped to her ear as though it was the only thing providing her life. Her elated expression betrayed her; she was clearly hearing something she liked.

“What’s that smile for?”

Hunt looked at Jaxson. “What?”

“That smile.” Jaxson was genuinely curious. “I’ve not seen a smile on you in ages.”

“You haven’t seen me in ages, either,” Hunt rebutted. “And it wasn’t a smile.”

Jaxson laughed. “It’s okay, Tommy, I get it. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Seeing one of your students spread their wings and fly.” Jaxson nudged him. “C’mon, man, don’t tell me you’re not happy for her. She must’ve gotten that offer.”

“She gets a lot of offers,” Hunt said evenly. He wasn’t wrong; within a month of her attending Hollywood U, she had managed to procure key roles for projects with pop star and wild child Lisa Valentine, action film star Chris Winters, and several other celebrities who had all found her work satisfactory or better.

“All the more reason to celebrate,” Jaxson said. “But look, I’ve just got to pop over to my car real quick with some materials, and then I’ll be back to get the doors locked for the night. Do you mind getting your student? I won’t be long; I’ve still got to stop at the grocery store.”

Hunt nodded.

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“Thank you again, Mr. Cattrall. I look forward to working with you. It’s actually somewhat of a career goal for me,” she said. “It’s an honour.”

The velvety voice of the director she would soon be meeting for a table read for his newest film sounded pleased. “Well, then I hope I live up to your expectations.”

Upon hanging up, she felt all feeling returning to her body, beginning from her unwavering, wide smile that was beginning to hurt her cheeks. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her lungs rapidly filling and emptying, as she looked deep into the warehouse and let out a small burst of laughter at what had just transpired.

She was going to be in a Cattrall. A Cattrall! The Spielberg of art house films, he had burst onto the scene with riveting dramas and unsettling experimental horror films and had already won the Cannes Film Festival’s Grand Prix.

And he wanted her.

Still numb, but fizzing over with excitement, Margot did a little spin and promptly bumped into another body, which knocked her off-kilter.

“Sorry, I-” She looked up to find the man she had temporarily forgotten about.

Well, that was a nice five minutes while it lasted, she thought.

“Miss Schuyler. While I assume congratulations are in order, I believe we’ll have to make them outside,” Hunt said briskly. “This set is officially closed.”

“Right, sorry,” she said. “It’s just – I’m so happy.”

Margot heard herself say it and immediately cringed. It sounded so childish, as if she was amused by everything, like finding a dime on the ground.

“And what exactly has you so happy?” he asked. “A soap opera cameo? Dancer number three in a music video?”

Without thinking, she replied, “I don’t like to reveal all my secrets just yet, professor.”

They both froze in place as the memory washed over them, a crashing wave that knocked them both off kilter.

And then he was dragging her by the elbow to the first open doorway he saw on the set, which was, ironically, the ballroom set that had yet to be finished. Before she could open her mouth, he began speaking harshly in low tones.

“That night didn’t happen, do you understand? I’ve already said everything that needs to be said. Our circumstances haven’t changed. Nothing’s changed. I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but-”

They both froze again upon hearing the loud screech that interrupted his diatribe. Pushing past her, Hunt stepped away just in time to see the giant doors of the warehouse swing shut.

“Hey! Wait! We’re in here!” she cried from behind him.

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All but running to the door, he pulled at the handle desperately, but the cold metal refused to budge.

“Let us out, you idiot!” Hunt yelled.

But it was no use. Jaxson had swiftly locked up and gone, as quick and precise as he was when he used to work for Hunt. Except, clearly, he didn’t bother to check the set one last time to confirm that absolutely no one was present. He would have to talk to him about that later.

And then Hunt sighed.

No, he wouldn’t, because Jaxson had asked him to get his student out of there. Upon seeing the presumably empty set, he had assumed that the director and his student were well on their way. No fault but his own for pulling them away for privacy.

“Oh, great,” he muttered, turning to lean against the door. “Now I’m stuck with you for who knows how long on the set of this idiotic romance film.”

Petulant as always, Miss Schuyler narrowed her eyes. “There are worse ways to spend a night.”

“I assure you, there are not,” he bit back. “Let’s just find a way out as quickly as possible. I don’t want to have to deal with you.”

Logically, the back of the warehouse would have an emergency exit. With that in mind, he began walking, weaving around miscellaneous props and tables to get as much space between her and him as possible.

From behind him, she called out, “No offense taken, in case you were wondering. Assuming you actually have emotions, or a heart at all.”

You would know, wouldn’t you? he thought bitterly.

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“Unbelievable. This is clearly a fire code violation. I’ll be drafting a strongly-worded email as soon as we get out of here.”

“If we get out of here.”

“We are not going to die in here. But someone will pay for this.”

The back of the building was glaringly bereft of exits, emergency or otherwise. As soon as Hunt had realized this, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying his hardest not to feel panicked at the low percentage of his battery.

Searching through his contacts list, he called Jaxson, but didn’t get an answer. He waited a minute and tried again, but to no avail.

Hm. Would Marianne still be at Faux Pas? he wondered, thinking of his magazine editor friend who was in town overseeing a shoot. This warehouse would be a bit of a detour from her drive home, but she did say she’d do anything for me.

No answer from her, either.

He huffed.

“No luck, huh?”

He turned to find her sitting on a prop chair, watching him with great interest. He rolled his eyes.

“Just look for a way out,” he snapped.

She stood, brushing off the skirt of her dress. “Prof- Hunt. Can we at least talk to each other like regular people instead of constantly being at each other’s throats? That’s going to get old fast if we’re stuck here for the night.”

He ignored that. “Perhaps there’s a side exit I missed.” He sped up his walking and felt dismayed to hear her shoes clicking against the floor as she followed.

“Who could blame a professor and student for talking when they’re accidentally locked on a set together? And we have to talk about . . . that night. Why can’t we?”

“It’s not about blame, it’s just-”

Seeing the handle jutting out from the wall made him feel relieved. But, upon pulling it and having the weak wooden door that had been propped against the wall almost fall on him, he began to lose hope that they weren’t getting out.

“Damn it!” he shouted to the fake door. And then a string of curse words that he usually wouldn’t dare to speak in front of a student, or really outside of his small circle of friends, but he didn’t feel dignified enough to stop himself.

They really were locked in for the night. And of all the rotten luck, it had to be them.

Behind him, she let out a long exhale. Then-

“Are you going to talk to me now?” Miss Schuyler asked.

His jaw clenched. “No. Not about that.”

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The lights shut off ten minutes later.

By then, Hunt had firmly seated himself in a chair by the only doorway, rifling through his contacts list for anyone who might be able to help them on short notice. He had managed to find a signal strong enough to send a few emails, one of which was a particularly strongly-worded note about the warehouse’s glaring lack of emergency exits to Jaxson and several of the studio’s warehouse managers, but as it was well past nine o’clock on a Friday, the chances of anyone answering before sunrise were slim.

In the only other chair they could find, the one she had been perched in earlier, Margot sat shivering in the cold air of the warehouse. She had not dressed like someone who had anticipated such a predicament, with no sweater or jacket to be seen. But she had pride, and she didn’t want to ask for his jacket, nor did she believe he would give it to her.

Her phone stayed in her pocket, brightness cranked to its lowest setting and on battery-saving mode. She was sure he was draining his phone battery with all the calls and emails. She didn’t want them entirely without means to contact anyone, and it seemed pointless to try when his attempts were failing. She silently thanked the universe for letting her have what must have been the last good signal to receive her call from Penn Cattrall.

When they were suddenly thrust into darkness, Hunt let out another swear word, one that made her smile despite herself. It was so strange and alien hearing him swear, like hearing Mr. Rogers or a Sesame Street character cuss out a kid or something.

And then he fell silent, and the whole warehouse was silent, and the shivers running up her spine were not just from the cold.

Margot sniffled. “Hunt?”

No reply.

The sound of shuffling, somewhere a little ways away, or perhaps closer. It was hard to tell.

“Can you say something please?” She hugged herself pathetically, feeling tears spring to her eyes as they failed to adjust to their pitch-black surroundings. “This really sucks.”

More shuffling. The sound of impact. Another swear word, murmured so low she wondered if she had heard him think it.

Then nothing.

The silence stretched on, broken only occasionally by the sound of scratching so faint that she wondered if her mind was making it up.

Tears slid down her cheeks. She was a grown-ass woman, but as the darkness swallowed her up, she felt dizzy, weak, like the child she once was, waiting, waiting . . .

Her stomach rumbled, and she instinctively curled up on the chair, knees to her chin.

It’s okay, she told herself. He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.

“Please, Thomas,” Margot whispered.

And then a brilliant spark broke through the darkness, living for one beautiful moment before extinguishing on the concrete.

And then another.

And another.

And then-

“Got it.” Hunt’s voice was a balm to her nerves. “Now, where are those candles I saw?” As he rifled around, bumping into things, she squinted at the little flame on the tip of the match he held, desperate to see anything – an eye, a cheekbone, his chin – to confirm that he was really there, and it wasn’t a hallucination. The flame was too small to make out any of his features, but its existence was enough.

She watched from her chair as he touched the flame to the wicks of several jarred candles he managed to find on a nearby table. As the candles began to melt, strong scents began dispersing into the room, clashing with one another in a way that made her feel dizzy, like after passing around one of Crash’s “Satanic cigarettes” after a night on the town. Cinnamon and spice, something tree-like, pumpkin pie . . .

Her stomach growled, loud enough for him to hear.

“Stay there,” he said, picking up one of the smaller candles. In the dim light she could see the sharp shadow of his jawline. “I’ll see if they left any catering.”

“Okay.” Her voice was hoarse.

He seemed to pause then. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just – let’s hope they have something. I didn’t really eat dinner.” She offered him a smile that was lost to the darkness.

She heard his footsteps recede, and his dim light faded into the darkness. Once she felt she was alone, she rested her chin on her knees again, squeezing her eyes shut as a few more tears pricked at them.

It’s okay. He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.

You’re not alone.

Margot took a deep breath of pine and citrus air and repeated it to herself until she heard his return.

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He had never sworn so much in one night.

As his hip met the jutting corner of a table, Hunt found himself directing his exclamation of pain to the floor. Gasping, he leaned against the table for a moment to breathe and mutter a few more curses before continuing on his venture into the blackness.

All sense of dignity and professionalism had gone once that stupid fake door had almost knocked him down, and once the power went out, he felt his sanity slipping away like granules of sand through a sieve.

That is, until he heard her cry.

How weak Miss Schuyler’s voice had sounded, speaking desperately into the darkness as though he had somehow disappeared into it, leaving her beside herself, cold and scared. He had briefly considered giving her the silent treatment, but upon hearing that, he had shrugged off his jacket and was prepared to make the potentially treacherous journey of heading over to her chair to give it to her when his mind cried out to him, reminding him of the box of matches he’d confiscated from Spencer Yamaguchi a day earlier. What that boy, aptly nicknamed Crash, had planned with those matches, he did not know. But now, as he strained to remember where he had seen those obnoxious scented candles in the warehouse during the tour, he was grateful for the stunt major and his affinity for having campus contraband on hand.

He pulled the matchbox out and began striking the matches. The first few gave him no flame, and he wondered if perhaps he had confiscated a matchbox prop.

But then he heard it.

“Please, Thomas.”

The sniffle that accompanied those words conjured up a painful image that had seared itself into his memory. A woman in a beautiful blue gown standing before him, the glimmering night sky a backdrop to the tears sliding down her face, cowering as he yelled at her for deceiving him, for making him enjoy a night with her, for making him feel.

He didn’t like feeling. Didn’t like when other people made him feel. Only a few had been able to, but he had let them, because he-

Don’t think about that, he reminded himself.

He struck the next match with vigor, and the small flame that burst from it made his heart soar, even as it extinguished itself almost immediately. He let it drop and pulled another out.

Hunt shook his head as his next attempt also puttered out quickly. What kind of weak matches are these?

He worked through a few more matches, lighting them for seconds before they went out, until . . .

“Got it.”

Now he was on another search, this time for a crumb of food to feed the hungry woman he was unexpectedly stuck with for the time being. And, as he bashed his knees and hips against props and furniture that seemed to move directly into his path, he prayed that he would find something that would sustain her for the evening.

The mini fridge he found had a few large glass bottles of . . . something. Assuming they were not alcoholic – though, since this warehouse neglected to have an emergency exit, he couldn’t entirely rule out other blatant violations - he took them out and replaced them with a five-dollar bill from his wallet, hoping that whoever owned those drinks wouldn’t mind.

And then he felt his way around nearby until he nearly upturned a fruit bowl and took the lone banana within it. A paper plate close to the fruit bowl teetered over the edge of the table, but he set down his candle to catch it. Two slightly stale blueberry bagels and a few little packets of room-temperature cream cheese spread. More than he had expected to find.

He took great caution in maneuvering around the furniture he’d knocked into, but he still caught himself a few times on the hip. He had a death grip on the candle, the food plate held close to his chest. He hadn’t found utensils but was more grateful to have found anything at all.

As he neared the light emanating from the candles on the table, he heard her whispering. He didn’t have to strain his ears to hear her.

“He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.”

He set his candle down and she let out a yelp.

Pretending as though he hadn’t heard anything, he laid out the food on the table so she could see it. “I found some bagels and drinks. And a banana.”

Miss Schuyler emerged slowly from the darkness, barely illuminated from the dancing candle flames. Dragging her chair closer to the table, she sat and twisted the cap off one of the bottles. Her eyes met his as she took a long sip. Finally, she set the bottle down.

“Snapple.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Half and half. Half iced tea, half lemonade.”

“Oh.”

She pulled apart one of the bagels and ripped one of the cream cheese packets open before turning back to him.

“Are you coming to eat or what?” she asked.

For a moment, there was silence again, but then the screeching of chair legs against concrete made her wince. And then he was in view, sitting close – but not as close as he had weeks earlier – and unpeeling the banana enough to break it in half and take the top piece.

“The rest is for you,” he said. “I had the foresight to eat dinner.”

“Lucky you,” she drawled.

He sighed.

“Are we going to talk now?” she asked. She sounded defeated, already knowing the answer.

But they were the only ones stuck in that warehouse for the night. Just him and her, and no one would blame them for talking. Just himself, but he knew her well enough that she wouldn’t usually let up so easily. Something was wrong.

“About the masquerade? I suppose we could.” He chose his next words carefully. “As long as we talk about what happened a little while ago. When you were crying.”

“You heard that.”

“There’s not much else to listen to.”

She sighed, swallowing a bite of banana. “I would say ‘don’t feel sorry for me,’ but I already know that’s not going to be a problem.”

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“I’ll be right back. I promise.”

She had always been afraid of the dark, but her parents were determined to rid her of that fear. When her Dora the Explorer nightlight broke, her father refused to repair it. Her mother caved and bought her a new one, but only let her plug it in on school nights. For two terrifying nights of the week, she huddled under her covers, armed with her favourite stuffed animals and a flashlight she borrowed from the clutter drawer in the kitchen.

Once, when Margot was really afraid, and the world outside her window was dark and storming, her mother taught her how to pretend she was somewhere else. The sky was falling, but in her head, the sun bore down, warming her skin, the crashing waves of the beach they’d visited the day her father left disguising the thunder that shook the windows.

Later, her mother taught her how to pretend to be someone else, too. They were in a car, and her mother had put an itchy thing on her head made of hair the colour of straw. As she braided the dry strands, she wove a backstory for the new person she would play, a young girl off to see her grandmother for the weekend with her mother, and fed her lines to repeat to the border patrol officer.

“Can you do that for me, sweet pea?”

When the officer asked her questions, she parroted the responses with as much enthusiasm as a tired seven-year-old could muster when she was cranky from being in the car too long. The officer let the car through, and her mother rewarded her with an entire kid’s meal to herself. A few hours later, her mother chucked her free toy out the window for being too noisy.

The little house they moved into was really one room with plastic curtains separating the bathroom from the kitchen and the bedroom. They had to share the bed, but her mother let her keep the nightlight on.

It wasn’t working. Neither did the light switch, which was supposed to tell the eclectrickle creature in the ceiling to brighten up the bare bulb in the ceiling. There was no space for a clutter drawer in their kitchen, so she didn’t know where she would find a flashlight, or if they even had one.

The world outside the window was blotted out by the darkness, and with nothing to break through it, she felt achingly alone. No stuffed animals to snuggle, no covers to protect her from the cold. No mother to run to.

She’ll be back. She promised.

Every time she woke up after slipping into a sleep, she was alone, lying on her side on the barren mattress. No sign of her mother returning yet. She passed the time by counting the popcorn bumps on the ceiling and the ants gathering crumbs from the floor and slipping through the crack on the windowsill. But she didn’t keep count of the days passing. It really felt like one big endless one.

Eventually, a neighbour lady came knocking. She didn’t like that her mother hadn’t come back yet. Other people showed up, men and women with water and fruit and cookies for her. Just like Miss Peaches, they had a weird look on their face when she told them about her mother’s promise.

Miss Peaches gave her a room of her own, a bed piled high with stuffed animals, and all the food she could cram into her mouth. After many attempts at soothing her in the middle of the night, Miss Peaches gifted her a beautiful lamp that emanated a gentle glow. When she curled up in bed, she thought of the beach again, of her mother holding the hand of a girl with straw hair.

Pretending came to her as easily as breathing.

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“What happened to her?”

“My mother? I haven’t seen her since.”

He swore. “What about your neighbour?”

She kept her gaze focused squarely on her knees. “Miss Peaches died a few weeks before I came here.”

It sucked, losing a maternal figure twice. She really had grown to like her, even if the first year was rocky because she was still adamantly waiting. Miss Peaches had been the one to encourage her into acting and had cheered her on for the few roles she had in high school plays. When she got accepted into Hollywood U, she promised to be there for her first ever movie premiere, walking the carpet as her companion.

Another promise broken.

Hunt let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve been through it, huh.”

“And still going through it, clearly.” She chuckled to hide the sniffles. “Not a fan of the dark, obviously.”

“It should be afraid of you,” he murmured.

As weird a statement as that was, she felt the laughter bubbling from her belly. Looking up at him, her face split into a huge smile as she let herself laugh.

“What an idea. The dark being afraid of a person. I’ll have to run that by Cattrall. If anyone could pull it off, it’s him.”

“Penn Cattrall?” Hunt said. “The director?”

She nodded. “The phone call earlier. He wants me to be the lead in his next film.”

“Penn Cattrall?” Hunt repeated.

And just like that, any good mood she had dissipated. “Yes, the Penn Cattrall. Why does that surprise you so much? You’ve been monitoring my progress at Hollywood U, haven’t you? Seen all the projects I’ve contributed to? I’ve earned this and you know it.”

Silence.

Of course.

She turned her attention back to the Snapple. It must be the unsweetened kind, she mused, because the taste was slightly bland and-

“I know you have.”

Slowly, she looked back up. Hunt’s face was hard to read in the darkness, but she assumed he must’ve pulled his mouth into a grimace, like he always did once he said something he thought he shouldn’t have. She strained to see it on him now.

“Since you came to Hollywood University, you have been extraordinarily prolific with your projects. Though, obviously, you had to be in order to stay enrolled after the tiff you had with Miss Stone-”

“Her false accusation, you mean?”

He brushed off her interjection. “-That incident helped accelerate your career in ways that your fellow students only dream of. You’ve amassed an impressive catalogue, and your growth, both professionally and personally, is palpable with every credit.”

Though her cheeks warmed with his unexpected kindness, she sensed a “but” coming up.

“But,” he said, then paused thoughtfully. “You’ve got a long way to go still. A lot more to learn. Things you need to know to make sure your career has longevity and meaning. I have so much more to teach you.”

Her heart twisted.

“My place is behind the lectern, guiding you. Not . . . whatever it is that you think you want from me.”

The second part of his statement should have bothered her more than the first.

“No, it’s not.” She set the glass bottle on the table and straightened in her seat. “Your place is behind the camera. It’s what you were meant to do, it’s your passion!” She squinted at him. “I don’t understand why you retired. You were one of the greats. Are one of the greats, I mean.”

Hunt exhaled, a sound bordering on sadness. “Some things cannot be,” he said cryptically.

And then he stood, picked up his candle, and disappeared again into the labyrinthine set.

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He just knew the heart-shaped bed in the honeymoon suite set was a middle finger from the universe. Gaudy and overloaded with the cliché colour scheme of nauseating reds and pinks, the sheets were slippery silk and the pillows were fluffy from lack of use. He set his candle on the end table and pulled off his suit jacket, before remembering that he had meant to give it to her earlier.

He could practically hear Priya scoffing at him. “You’ve gone soft,” she had accused him, his office suddenly too small to have such clashing egos within it. He had denied it then, but now . . .

“So I tell you about my whole thing with the dark, and you leave me in it again?”

He winced at Margot’s harsh tone. “I was just-”

Standing in the doorway, she set down her own candle and crossed her arms over her stomach.

“And here I thought we were actually getting to know each other. We weren’t done talking. You said we could talk about-”

“We did talk about-”

“No, we didn’t!” She stepped forward, closer. “I know you feel something for me. And before you say anything, remember we’re not in class right now. You don’t have to teach me all the time. Don’t act like it’s your cross to bear.”

He didn’t budge, staring down at her with furrowed brows. “It is my job to always push you, to be firm if it means you reaching your full potential.”

“So you do care about me.”

“As a student. Look, this thing you feel for me, it’s just a crush. It’s fake love, the kind people eat up at the movies.” Gesturing around the room, he scoffed. “Look around this set! None of this is real, yet when this movie comes out, people will swoon for the romance as though real love can be like that. But it’s all fake. Manufactured. Lies.”

He heard her swallow hard. The next words she spoke came out weakly.

“My feelings for you are not fake. What I feel for you is more than just a formulaic Hollywood romance. It’s real. And real feelings are about spending time with someone and enjoying their company, even when you’re just eating stale bagels together. Sharing our vulnerable sides, our deeper thoughts. Trusting one another. Even when the other person is being ridiculously stubborn.”

He turned away from her, ignoring the pang in his chest as he did.

“Thomas.”

“Don’t,” he said, but his voice didn’t come out as stern as he wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. “I just want to rest. It’s clear no one’s coming until morning. Might as well take advantage of this silly set piece. I’m sure there’s another bedroom you can stay in.”

“You-” She picked up a pillow from the bed and screamed into it. “It’s not like I want this. I would love to not have feelings for my surly professor.”

“Great. Then it’s settled.” He primly pulled back the silk sheets and slipped under them, sliding a little too far from the texture. “Good night.”

He closed his eyes and stilled.

And then, once he heard her walk away, he opened them again.

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She didn’t bother trying to navigate through the warehouse in the dark. Knowing her luck, she would probably trip and break her leg, or bleed out on some fancy imported carpet and get billed for the damages.

And Hunt would scold and scold, because that’s all he does, she thought bitterly.

For a while there, she might have thought they were getting somewhere. She didn’t expect him to do a complete one-eighty and want to dive head-first into a relationship or anything, but she did think that the progress they’d made would’ve lasted.

Two steps forward, five steps back.

Like she had done when she followed him into the garish honeymoon sweet set, she clung to the wall until she caught sight of the other candles still lit up on the table. Instead of sitting on her chair, she opted to slide to the floor, placing her candle beside her.

The warehouse’s temperature had dropped even more. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, but there was even more of a chill about the air. She hugged herself and tried to keep her mind off the cold. She tried to imagine the beach, then any other memory that included the sun and its blessed warmth.

None of it worked.

After what felt like an eternity of grinding her chattering teeth together, she pulled out her phone and turned on the screen, blinking at the bright light. Just past midnight.

It was going to be a long night.

“Your cell phone has been charged this whole time?”

Hunt stood over her, jacket draped over his shoulder.

She curled her knees up to her chest. “I was just checking the time. Still no signal, if that’s what’s bothering you.”

“Did you think to try to call or text one of your little friends to help us?” he asked. “You could have tried. I did.”

“I was watching you drain your phone battery and thought it might be a good idea to preserve mine.” She rolled her eyes. “Go back to bed, professor.”

She heard him step closer. Then, something draped over her lap, a shock of warmth and textures with an exquisitely quilted inner layer. Instinctively, she snuggled underneath it, but she looked up at him in confusion.

“There are enough pillows to make a barrier,” he said quietly. “That way we won’t touch at all, and we can both get some sleep. Come along.”

“Seriously?” she asked.

He held out a hand, an olive branch. “Seriously.”

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The screech of the warehouse doors opening startled them both from sleep. Jackknifing out of his lying position, he immediately dove for the suit jacket that had fallen to the floor as he slept. She was a little slower to get up but finally stood and dusted herself off.

“Tommy?”

Hunt clenched his jaw. “In here.”

Seconds later, Jaxson warily poked his head through the doorway, apprehensive of the wrath he was sure to receive from his old friend. What he didn’t expect was the presence of the student, groggily rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands at the opposite side of the room. But seeing the disturbed sheets and pillow strewn about the heart-shaped bed and the deliberate space between them now, he couldn’t help but smirk even as Hunt stalked towards him.

“Where do I even begin?” Hunt seethed. “Who was the absolute idiot who approved of this studio warehouse’s design? I need numbers, and I need them now. This is absolutely unacceptable . . .”

As Hunt began his rant, Jaxson watched as the student slipped past them and through the doors, bringing her phone to her ear as she walked.

#thomas hunt #thomas orson hunt #hollywood u #only fools fall for you #fanfiction #please let me know if the clapboard emojis are a stupid way to separate the scenes #i'm trying y'all

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lampoest · 3 years

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Mission Impossible Fallout Thoughts

Like before: cursing and spoilers !!

short logos nice !!

oop starts with lane talking, always a win 😼😼

why does lane have a beard in this dream?

ooh dramatic nice !!

probably one of my favorite openings

this is badass

hhh its my favorite anarchist:)))

ooh cool name

ofc it's about nuclear warfare why not ??

nervous benji = win

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that man reminds me of elon musk :\

cant tell if that was tryna be a pg way to say 'fuck off'

where dat money luther ✋🙄🙄

what was that scream !?!

*throws plutonium*

cool car

ooh the shadows on that guys face

man this scene is really good

BENJI STAY WITH THE FUCKING PLUTONIUM WHAT-

well shit-

oh hey that news guy

pulling a sneaky on him

i also love this scene sm

literally everything about the nils delbruuk scene

:0 so cool

benji got to wear a mask >:))))

sjshsjsgsjs they made a bet on it i love that

ethan is very cool

HELL YEAH THEME SONG !!

i can never take hunley seriously

ooh she pretty :))

this movie has great lines

i also love how it goes in depth about moral choices

WALKER YESS :)))))))))) HE SO PRETTY😳😳

also she pretty too :))))

i just realized why former presidents still are protected

i like how they curse more

bro why is walker so :)))))))

btw this is just gonna be me simping literally everyone

the height difference

HALO JUMP HALO JUMP HALO JUMP

ugh fuck off walker you may be pretty but replying with 'crystal' naw fam✋😬😬

yes because we can die

oop they be falling

i dont think that would work but ok if you say so

not even worth it

i couldnt tell what they were saying until i put on captions

although i dont need any captions to understand the french 😼😼

the faint beat in the background v cool

reflexes

breaking things

chekhovs gun

shdhgdhshdjdhdjs why-

dis why you use the needle

damn he beating the shit out of them

ooh its ilsa

ethan why-

ooh she pretty too 😳😳

alright uh badass female is great

that man reminds me of a toddler

strong accusation coming from a terrorist

shsjdgsjs he wearing arm pads like the toddler whos mom is overprotective

WALKER TOO PRETTY:)))))

oop change of plans

LANE LANE LANE LANE

YES MY MAN :))))))))))

motorcycle chase pog

BENJI IN SUSPENDERS BENJI IN SUSPENDERS !!!

well shit-

eyy he killed some dudes

again walker, no one cares

oh dang she has to be careful, her aim is not the best

R U N

vrrm vrrrm

LOVE THIS SCENE YES

you can tell ethan is trying so hard not to punch lane rn

dang lane really flipped the interrogation hats off man

also i lowkey agree with his message. not his method though-

oop pretty ladies

also ethan killed 4 of your men maam

telepathy

SKDHJSJSJSHS YES THIS SCENE LANE SO PRETTY :)))))))))

i love how lane is just standing there vibing while they talk to hunley

benji dont worry youre great

wait i just noticed that benji's outfit is so cool-

skdgdjshs

walker is cool tbh

ILSA !??

this seems awfully familiar

im working on it

its a trap !!!

benjis wtf face there

oop tea ????

im paying attention to outfits so i can recreate their styles

oop i love how it focuses on walker there

true true

sticking up for your friend

no hes just here because they needed more pretty men

waiting for a diversion

in because HE IS LARK MY GOD ETHAN

ALSO THE LITTLE HEAD NOD I CANT-

stole han solos line there

matching jackets😼😼

how did they swap them ??

and how did lane go along ??

chekhovs......knife ??

wow he really fell for it

also more cursing pog

my two favorite characters together :)))))

CHGJFGSJ I CHOKED ON MY WATER KESUS CRISP

....oop i done fucked up

hunley being all cool and shit

benji being all cool and shit

lanes look of dissapointment is 🤌🤌

like damn bro you fell for that !??

lark

he really tryna lie out of it

ooh her-

whyd he say that-

oop betrayal

i love how benji is the first to drop his weapon

so cool

yeah wait where the hell is lane ??

rip hunley

whyd they treat his death like the death of a lover or smth

first wedding crashers, then funeral crashers, what next ?? birth crashers ??

the most tom cruisey sequence ive ever seen. some comedy some crazy stunts and a broken ankle but still finishing the take

chair theft pog

also i love how not just in this scene but before you see helicopters flying around

hes just hanging onto the elevator and the look walker gives him is top notch

ooh blackmail

this feels like the glass box scene. his foes are getting away and there is nothing he can do

its mission impossible for a reason

tea time with luther

ilsa is a good friend

benji is the mvp here

dang im just realizing how pretty ethan is 😳😳

keep your eyes on the road

luther is great, this is all just a luther appreciation post

they-

they all just copied walker's beard

oh no its julia

ah yes one of the bombs

i like how it actually does take about 15 minutes

uhh no❤️ tom cruise why must you feel the need to do this

LANE :)))))

again why does he feel the need-

walker :)))))))

julia is pretty cool

hes just like: what the fuck how- why-

airspeed ah yes the most important part of not dying

this is a julia appreciation post

what was your plan after that? the detonator would just be at the bottom of that lake

the expressions walker makes :))))

hehe bitch

well shit he has a gun

his hair !!!!!

some star wars level action here

bro benji listen to ilsa

sjsgsjgsjsvsjs this shouldn't be so funny

bro ilsa listen to benji

benji stop wasting time

probably last time but, lane !!!!!

found the other bomb

very true statements from walker

other ? bomb ??

no personal space

ooh uhm lane maybe please dont-

the way he just pops his head into frame like: what the fuck was that ?

no sir you didn't survive that. that is false

i love how she clearly has the same fighting style as before

no benji no smooth brain move

mr lane do your shoes need shining ?!?

dey see me rollin-

ofc he gets burnt why the fuck not

uuuhm what✋😀😀 when the hot oil started spraying i felt a drop of what felt like hot oil on my finger. i am in my room and there isnt even water in here. im scared

also how tf is that holding his weight

chekhovs hook

team work makes the dream work

dang keep believing lane keep thinking that ✋🙄🙄

hes still pretty

so close oh no

why do things just magically stop at the edge of cliffs

kesus crisp ethan not again

i love his shoes though -

what if the hook missed though ??

esploded

thats a no from me dawg

his meniachal little smile shdgsjsgsj

its an action film he'll have it

aww lane so sad :((( oh yeah and 1/3 of the world is saved too. good job ig.

THEY PUT MY MAN IN A TRUNK NOOO >:000000

i like how they end as friends not as romantic interests. v nice

i love how this movie highlights the importance of friends but not in a childish way. even as adults friends are important. they are there for you when no one else did. i like that message.

alright thats pretty much it. sorry that its just me simping pretty much. in conclusion this is my favorite movie 14/10 but i can't wait for the 7th movie.

#mission impossible #benji dunn #solomon lane #ethan hunt #unfiltered thoughts #ilsa faust #august walker #luther stickell

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urbvnny · 4 years

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What is your impression of the vampires? I figured you like aaron (coughing) but I want details gurl. Long texts, rants, come on!!!! I really like seeing ur content bc it's just you not trying hard and chilling lol

Thanks for following my shitshow lol if I try people will hate me. You want rants? You got them.

Aaron:

I absolutely adore him and his route so much that I'm afraid they'll fuck it up in EVERY single episode that comes out.

He's absolutely *breathes in* stunning and handsome and beautiful and kind and serious but he's easygoing and cute and sincere and calm (but he's too impulsive when he loses his cool, that's no good! >:C) *suffocates*.

Dummy thicc and just dummy when it comes to more delicate feelings too. A great himbo specimen just like Bel.

I love how his route isn't a perfect relationship where there are NEVER problems, he's willing to try and pour himself out (even though it's hard) to make this work.

I secretly wandered to the garden and the fireplace at all times in Vladimir's route just to talk to him more and more and I was sooooo in love lol I would forget about Vladimir (insert ugly wheeze).

He's the only one we actually invite to our room so far lol he's the king of consent at all times.

Eloise is just head over heels for him and she isn't panicking constantly about not knowing anything bc again, even though he's flawed, he tries his best to make everything work and they talk constantly.

I wish he'd be more attentive, bc that would make life easier for him lol. poor man can't read the stuff between the lines to save his life. That might cause some hurting, bc he has a mentality of doing "what has to be done" and forgetting about the rest.

He also needs therapy. I worry a lot about him.

BUT DAYUM, Eloise is his first girlfriend and my man is already getting the hang of it real good.

I might bawl my eyes out in all three endings.

IF YOU'RE GOING TO PLAY THIS ROUTE: kiss him, pet him, compliment him, hug him, say you love him. He deserves it.

hmmm, he's so fine!

now the other ones without pic or cursive sorted by favourites most to least.

Vladimir:

He's sooooo handsome and he has a really pretty body but not in a sexual light, he's just incredibly beautiful. Like a work of art.

I love how he doesn't think twice about Eloise's safety in ways that don't come from survival. And I love how he just laughs and blushes. I love his done expressions too and how he tilts his head and he trembles when he's angry lol boy gonna explode soon.

I don't like the way he acts like a clam lol he shuts himself out after opening up and he also lies to comfort himself too much. He likes to tell Eloise that she only means a source of food to him but he's got it bad for her really fast and denying that is very hurtful behavior. I do get that he's having a really hard time, but he's grown enough to listen to her attemps.

I also hate how he still thinks he's living in the past and he behaves like Eloise doesn't know jack shit when the girl has been through a lot.

I don't think his feelings on his good ending change out of nowhere too??? But I'm not gonna go there in this post, I just relate, yk?

Raphael:

baby is sooooo sweet! he's really nice all the time and he always listens and worries about us, and he loves to gossip but not about himself, he's an absolute king lmao.

I don't think he's nice all the time. I think he hates talking about himself so he might get angry at Eloise if she tries to barge into his life too fast, so I'll not be to quick to act lol

He talks and talks and talks sometimes and the dialogue bar gets thicc lol I love to see his train of thought go and goooooo

His clothes are simply beautiful and he's so smart and educated.

I feel like he has a hard time when he thinks about his blindness and art. In Aaron chapter 5, if Eloise chooses to talk to him instead of the "shadow person", she asks him why he seems uncomfortable and her mind is somewhere else, but she hears him talking about something sparkling in a ballroom. I think he was probably saying it was a shame he couldn't see the party.

Super powerful and capable baby! He knows how to fight, reads a lot and is super articulated! I love him sooo much :(

Beliath:

This corny, monochromatic himbo. I hated him in the beginning but it was until he pushed the couch and said the dead donkey line lol.

I love how people say just anything and he's like "ion care lol", he never gets offended and he knows what he's doing

I kinda wanted to slap him in the first 3chapters bc he's acting like we're prey while we're just there like "AAAAAARGH LISTEN TO ME UR ENLARGED PIECE OF-"

his hair is good and he's absolutely stunning, specially his smile. He's just incredible.

I didn't like how he treated Eloise when she freaked out (I hated that too bc I wouldn't react like that) when she saw Ivan in the staircase with Raph. It isn't easy to get over the fact that you just died.

I think I'll end up more infatuated with him than with Vladimir, but I'd never be head over heels for him like I'm with Aaron.

Ivan (I'm still bitter)

I like how he sees Eloise and he just says it without any fears or whatsoever, and I like how he's not afraid to say he's sorry but he doesn't expect to be forgiven or for Eloise to like him in any routes.

BUT. He was a big disappointment bc he was just all messy, doing stuff without thinking first, and he never really stopped to think about his surroundings. Yes, I'm saying he's selfish.

The way he was "I can see my ex errday but you can't say shit now let's move on and just live with me hung up on somebody else" also irked me.

His sprites are SOOOOO cute! he's all blushy like ":3 I wuv how positive and shiny u are, Eloise!"

The endings were just utter bullshit and depressing tho. They just did everything wrong when this could've been a route where two very young people that had a BIG altercation involving freaking (bats, I love halloween) DEATH learn to forgive, heal and love each other when they're facing new lives in all ways possible. It was a disappointment.

... ethan. *big fat sigh*

I like how he is nice in Bel's route but in the other ones he's all nuts and talks loads of shit and gets beaten, runs in the sun and he even dies once like???? He's in for a wild ride don't go off like that I'm serious.

He's mad handsome tho and I love me a wavy hair but damn is he a jerk. He tries to kill us many times too, that's hella annoying. I don't like entering a room and seeing him.

I really wanted to help him in the kitchen dialogue when he had that PTSD episode, but he shuts us up. I feel very sorry for all he had to see.

Although I love the parts where we jab and kick his shins and stomach, he was a nice man once and I really hope he can find at least a bit of himself again in his route. He deserves it, even if I don't like the way he acts.

Have I said I love to kick and jab his shins?

#aaron propaganda #ask

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sugarcrash · 5 years

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Clumsy // Ethan Dolan

(A/N: So, I’m taking up writing again, now that I’ve gotten the swing of things in the new school year! Feel free to request! Also, ya’ll better be grateful, this took a long time to write and it’s 4,396 words lol)

Summary: When Y/N gets clumsy, she ends up making a mess - on Ethan Dolan. So how will it go down when they meet again?

Warnings: Swearing, quite a long intro (lol sorry)

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“Ugh.” Y/N groaned at her phone. The alarm had been going off for the past minute, blasting the same annoying tune into her ears. Rolling over, she hit the “stop” button on the glowing screen.

The girl turned to snuggle back into her sheets when the door opened, revealing her mother, who was still in her pajamas.

“Y/N, you’ve really got to stop setting that thing so loud.” she complained. “It’s woken your brother up twice this week, and I honestly can’t handle it anymore.”

The young lady smirked into her pillow. Her 10 year old brother, Tyson, was a crazy creature when woken up early. She heard his tinny little voice singing the obnoxious Pokemon theme song, and it was clear he was seeking attention.

“Ty!” her mom stalked to the little boy. Y/N listened in silence as she heard her mother scold him for almost waking up their cranky father.

Just as she was checking the time on her iPhone, her older brother, Asher, appeared at her doorway. “Hey nerd, gonna get up or what?” he raised an eyebrow.

Y/N let out a sigh and shifted her head to meet his eyes. “Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m a nerd, y’know.”

Asher rolled his pupils to the ceiling. “Well, the glasses and the fact that you’ve never gotten a grade lower than a straight B.” he knew she couldn’t argue with that.

“Whatever. Now leave so I can get dressed.” he did so, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N lugged herself out of bed and stared at her body in the full length mirror next to her dresser. She rubbed her tired eyes before glancing at the digital clock on her wall, which read 5:30 am.

“Why does school have to start so early?” she whined to herself as she bent over to her drawers, shifting through them before finding some simple black leggings and a pale yellow sweatshirt, one of her favorite outfits.

Before Y/N threw them on her body, though, she gave herself a quick sniff. Sure, she’d taken a shower last night, she smelled fine, but the bra she had been wearing for the past two weeks did not. She quickly changed her bra and panties before noticing there was a red splotch on her underwear.

“No, no no! Shit! You’re not supposed to be here for another week!” Y/N grumbled. Thankfully, she never put her tampons in the bathroom. Not only is it farther away from her room, so she’d have to run in bloody panties, but Asher and Tyson would probably find them.

She reached to her secret stash in her nightstand, pulling out the familiar blue-wrapped tube.

After she put in the tampon, she shoved on her clothes and rushed to brush her teeth. While she was doing so, Y/N received a text from her best friend, Lola.

*Text*

L: Hey babes!

L: How ya doing?

Y/N: Not good, Aunt Flo decided to visit

L: Aww u poor thing! Cramps start yet?

Y/N: Nope, just waiting in agony. I hate having to walk around school with a little box of tampons

L: U can do it! For women everywhere!

Y/N: Cheers, bitch

*End*

Y/N spit the foamy toothpaste down the drain, watching it swirl as she got lost in her thoughts. Wasn’t that math quiz today? No, that was tomorrow. Would she see her crush, Alex? Would he acknowledge her?

“C’mon, dork, if you want a ride, get a move on!” Asher announced, walking down the hallway. Y/N grabbed her laptop and phone from her desk, brushing her hair as she made her way down the stairs. She grabbed her backpack from the coat rack, shoving her electronics and hairbrush inside before checking to make sure her tampon box was ready to go.

In the little flimsy plastic pouch she had found in a tampon kit for this very reason, there were three orange paper tubes. With a sigh, she stuffed them in her low side pocket on her leggings, throwing on some random socks and her Adidas tennis shoes.

Y/N checked the time again. 5:45. School started in around 20 minutes, and it was 15 or so minutes away from the house. ‘We’re gonna make it’ Y/N decided as she pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

With her backpack over her shoulder, she wen to the kitchen to look for breakfast when Asher shouted “Think fast!” Before she knew it, Y/N was hit in the face with a breakfast bar.

She leaned over, face twisting into a mad expression when she saw what it was. She picked it up, then complain loudly to her 18-year-old brother. “Asher, you idiot!”

“Keep it down! Dad’s trying to sleep!” her sleepy mother came downstairs, Tyson weaving in between her legs.

“Mommy said that’s a potty word!” he announced, making Y/N roll her eyes. She needed to escape this mess, so with her breakfast bar in hand, she turned the handle and stepped out the front door.

She hopped into Asher’s worn-down pickup truck, a gift from their grandfather on his 16th birthday. Y/N’s older brother soon appeared in the driver’s seat, using the key to start the car. Y/N pulled some headphones over her ears and let the music consume her.

A few minutes later, Asher pulled his car into the school parking lot with an abrupt stop, as to get Y/N’s attention. He lunged forward a bit, her headphones slipping off her ears.

“We’re here, sis.”

“Well, duh, I know.” the 15-year-old grumped.

“Alright, then get out.”

Y/N huffed and opened the car door, stepping out and taking a deep breath before starting toward the doors.

She looked down at her phone, and the time read 6:10. She had exactly five minutes before classes started and she was in trouble.

Y/N practically ran to the front doors, almost falling twice before reaching them and yanking the metal handles, revealing a main area full of students, most groggy.

She rushed to her locker, twirling the familiar lock to the right combo when Lola appeared next to her.

“Hey, hon.” she chirped. Lola had always been a morning person, whereas Y/N was not.

“Hey.” the girl’s locker swung open, the small mirror reflecting her face. She gave a little smile to it before stuffing her backpack inside the cold metal space, grabbing the materials for her first class, language and literature.

“Aren’t you so glad that we have lang and lit this hour? Poor Maddie, having to go to math first.”

Y/N nodded her head just as the warning bell sounded, demanding that students get themselves ti their classes before they needed a late pass. “Better start walking. We don’t need Mrs. Cooper getting mad at us again.” she nudged Lola, teasing her for yesterday’s mistake.

“Okay, okay, shut up.” she groaned at the memory. “Don’t look now, but someone’s right there!” her voice dropped to a singsong-ish whisper, and Y/N blushed, knowing just who she was speaking of.

She glanced and caught his eye as they passed. His.

Alex Kallio’s.

The brown-haired boy had been Y/N’s crush since eighth grade, but he never noticed her. He fit in with the popular crowd. She did not. It only actually worked in movies.

“Y’know, Hayden was over there, too.” the girl told her friend. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and Y/N smiled. “You can’t deny it anymore.”

“I don’t have a crush on him! God!” her face was adorned with playful annoyance as the young lady next to her rolled her eyes, showing that her little love was all too obvious.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“Stop it!” Lola whined. They pretended to be mad at one another before looking at one another, bursting into laughter.

They then reached the door. “Wanna know something?” Lola asked Y/N, who nodded. “I think one of the Dolans was totally looking at you.”

“No way. They’re, like, the most popular sophomores. And so handsome.”

“Looks like someone has two new crushes. Move over Alex, here come Ethan and Grayson.” the two giggled and took their seats just as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.” Mrs. Cooper spoke, her voice filling the room.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cooper.” the class groaned back.

There was a click from the door and in waltzed the Dolan twins, goofy smiles on their faces. “Sorry.” they apologized together, but it was clear that the word meant nothing.

“Boys! We’ve talked about this before, you can’t continue to be late to class every day!” Mrs. Cooper scolded the teens.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes, her ears soon filling with the daily lecture on how it’s important to be a good student, and blah, blah, blah.

The twins sort of just stood there, secretly stealing looks and rolling their eyes at their friends, showing that it was clearly not a care. Then Ethan caught Y/N’s glance for a split second, and that’s when she realized she’d been staring.

“Lola!” she hissed at her friend. “How long was I looking?”

The girl let out a giggle. “The whole damn time.”

Y/N groaned and hid her face in her hands at Lola’s response, lifting it up only to see that class was starting.

*Time Skip*

Finally, 4th period. Lunch. Y/N could finally hang out with all her friends at once, rather than having to pass along notes and retell stories over and over again.

Y/N subconsciously walked into the cafeteria, lost in her thoughts. She found herself heading over to the lunch line, thinking about her love life.

“Do I really want Alex? What about Ethan? Or Grayson? I suppose there’s always that one kid, Adam, who’s always been nice to me.” she thought to herself, grabbing a tray from the stack.

As she made her way down the line, she noticed that the kids at the popular table somehow got a hold on a small foam football. She shook her head, getting a focus back on reality, rather than daydreaming and watching.

Y/N waited patiently as the long line got shorter, until she was next to get food. A school cook scooped some spaghetti onto her little tray, along with some salad. Just as she had gotten out of line, she turned to her usual table, where all her friends were placed.

Y/N began to fast walk toward them, not looking at her surroundings. Neither was Ethan Dolan, who, at the moment, was making an attempt to catch the small football before it hit the ground. He caught the ball in a jump and settled on the ground

Y/N was walking forward, but her head turned when she looked across the room, getting back to her thinking. She headed straight toward Ethan and, BAM! They collided.

Y/N spaghetti flew out of her hands , landing on her favorite sweatshirt with a thump, probably leaving a stain. She fell backwards onto her butt, the small tampon pack in her leggings flinging out, unclasping and sending the products all over the floor.

Ethan had barely flinched at the contact.

He took a look at who had crashed into him, before realizing what a mess the girl was in. He immediately ran to go get napkins for her, as she got herself up and tried to gather everything.

People started to laugh as they noticed what had happened, and Y/N felt hot tears begin to prick at her eyes. “I’m so stupid, so clumsy.” she thought.

Ethan came back while she was still attempting to clean, though it was hard. She sat on her knees for a moment, resting her hands on her sides before feeling around.

Her tampon box was gone. Y/N started to mentally freak out, now frantically looking before someone found them and she got even more embarrassed. But it was hard to search, seeing that her eyes were blurry with tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asked. Y/N only nodded her head. “Are you looking for something?”

She was about to nod again, stopping herself and realizing that, if she told him, he’d want to help, and he’d have to know what it was. She decided against his help, responding with a short “No.”

“Well, it looks like you are. Here, I’ll help.”

Y/N panicked as he looked on the floor, trying to find something that he didn’t even know what it is was, before his eyes settled on the bright orange tampon wrappers, along with the little blue box. Y/N was doomed.

The muscular boy picked them up and smiled, proud of himself that he did something right, but then Ethan realized what they were.

Both sophomore’s faces flushed with embarrassment as people realized their predicament, roaring with laughter around them.

“A-Are these yours?” Ethan asked sheepishly.

Y/N snatched them out of his hand, touching it for only a second, but long enough for something to spark. She looked into his eyes, then tore her gaze away, sprinting out of reach and into the empty hallway.

Once alone in the girl’s bathroom, Y/N broke down, tears running down her cheeks. Her favorite sweatshirt was ruined, she embarrassed herself and a popular kid in front of the whole school, and her crush would probably never look at her again.

The door burst open with a bang, hitting the wall behind it, and in came her friends Lola, Maddie, and Zoe.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Maddie asked.

“We saw the whole thing!” Zoe exclaimed.

Lola sat down next to Y/N, and the two other followed. They gave her a huge group hug and let her cry.

After Y/N was finished, Lola suggested that she get a new shirt. The girl agreed, and the four went to the office to look for something in the lost and found.

“Well, honey, why don’t you go look in the bin? There should be a shirt or two in there.” the secretary told the girls.

They sifted through the large blue bucket and found two shirts, an old white one that smelled awful and was looking a little yellow, and a stupid Lego Batman shirt that was in pretty good condition, but smelled as if someone mixed too much cologne and sweat together.

“No doubt, these are from the boy’s locker room.” Zoe pinched her nose with her left hand as she used the right one to hold the shirt far away from her while she examined it.

“Whatever. At least it’s better than the one I’m wearing now.” Y/N grabbed the dangling shirt and sighed before marching to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Y/N came back into the office. The shirt fit her perfectly, giving a sign that it was probably from some nerdy kid with no build whatsoever.

“Oh, good, sweetie, you found something. Now, you kids better get back to class before your teachers get mad.” the secretary instructed. The four girls nodded and headed out.

Once alone in the hallway, Maddie spoke up. “Okay, like, I know this whole thing was traumatizing for you, Y/N, but can we just talk about how cute you and Ethan would be?”

Zoe and Lola laughed, but Y/N quickly clamped a hand down on Maddie’s mouth. “Don’t! Someone could hear!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a false statement.” Zoe giggled.

Lola smirked. “Totally. I ship.”

Y/N covered her ears, playfully getting annoyed at her friends and running ahead of them, making the girls chase after her. They reached the sophomore hallway, laughing as they rushed to their lockers as to not be later than they already were.

Y/N collected her binder, pencil case, and laptop before turning to her friends. “Bye guys, see you after class.”

“Bye.” they called in unison.

The rest of the day went on painfully slow, and Y/N was called out several times during the day, getting comments on how she was clumsy or embarrassing. But there were always a few nice kids who asked her if she was okay.

By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, the girl was exhausted. Sh had been assigned at least 5 pages of homework, and probably an essay or two. But she couldn’t really say, because she hadn’t been paying that much attention.

To top of all the bad luck of the day, Ethan hadn’t looked at her again. No matter how many times Y/N attempted to catch his eye, he’d purposely turn his head the other way. They both knew what he was doing.

“Fine then.” Y/N thought to herself. “Save your ego. Can’t have anyone catching you look at me.”

She then blushed, realizing she was getting mad at him like he was her friend. They had barely ever interacted, why was she feeling and acting this way?

Y/N met Asher outside of the school, in the student parking lot. He was already in the car, obviously annoyed that his little sister had taken so long.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she babbled apologies as she clambered into the car and buckled up. Though she would never admit it, she tried to impress her brother and stay on his good side. He was in with the popular crowd at school, and she took every chance she got to look cool to him.

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, I heard what happened to you today.” Y/N’s face flushed red when he brought up the memory. “I know you had a bad day, so I’m gonna give you a deal. It’s a one time thing, though, okay?”

He turned to look at Y/N, and she nodded.

“If you want, you can come to this party with me tonight. I’m hearing that some of the sophomores will be there, too, so it’s not like you’ll be alone. You wanna go?”

“Oh, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Okay. We’re leaving at 8:30. If mom or dad asks, we’re going to the movies with a few friends. I will not have my night ruined by some kid who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

His sister pursed her lips, showing that her lips were sealed. He put his key into the ignition and started it, driving back to the house.

Once they arrived from the ten minute drive, Y/N raced straight up to her room, taking no time in saying hello to the rest of her family. Really, though, it was only her mom, because her dad was at work and Tyson was still at school.

Y/N immediately texted her friends about the party.

*Text*

Y/N: Guysss!!!

L: Wat

Z: What is it??

Y/N: I’m going to a party 2nite!

M: R u serious? How?

Y/N: Asher

L: Ah, that makes more sense

Z: What r u gonna wear?

Y/N: idk

M: Well, when r u leaving?

Y/N: 8:30, why?

L: IT’S 3:30 U ONLY HAVE 5 HOURS TO DECIDE WHAT TO WEAR

Z: R U INSANE HURRY

M: U guys r so overdramatic

Y/N: Agreed. Will text when I have perfect outfit.

*End*

Y/N set her phone gently on the bed before turning it off, going over to her dresser and rooting through it to find the perfect combination of an outfit.

She pulled out various dresses, skirts, pants, and shirts, sifting through each one carefully and pairing together different items that may look good together. Y/N tried on each option before settling on the perfect ensemble, one that was casual but cool at the same time. “Coolsual”, she called it.

Y/N flopped onto her bed and flipped open her laptop, going to YouTube to entertain her for a few hours before she showed her friends what she’d be wearing.

Eventually, time passed (though Y/N would admit quite slowly because of how excited she was to go to this party)

She threw on her outfit, a skin-tight black off-the-shoulder top that adorned long sleeves, paired with a pretty black and white plaid skirt with a small chain hanging off the hip and connecting to one of the belt loops. Y/N also had on knee-high black socks, and finished off with a slight coat of make-up.

The girl stood in the mirror, snapping a picture before sending it to her awaiting girlfriends, who responded with “omg!”s and “love it!”s.

Y/N smiled at her phone, knowing they would’ve said the same thing if she staples herself in a trash bag, even if she knew they were lying.

“Are you coming or not?” Asher yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to her room. Y/N hadn’t realized the time and yelled back in response, grabbing her purse and heading downstairs.

She pulled on some quick tennis shoes, not wanting to be bothered with the burden of having heels on, even if they weren’t that tall.

“Finally, you slowpoke, I texted you only a million times!” her older brother complained.

“Girls take longer!” she complained, but the both of them knew that she was just lazy in getting ready.

Asher chuckled and shook his head at the younger girl. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

They started out the door and into the driveway, entering the car. The senior put his key into the ignition and they drove the 5 minutes in silence to his friend’s house.

Once they arrived, Y/N noticed that there were so many more people than anticipated. She could already tell that this wasn’t going to be as fun as she expected, and she recognized no one out on the lawn.

“Whatever.” Y/N thought to herself. “I’ll just hang out by the cooler the entire time. No big deal.”

But she was lying to herself, and she knew it. It was a big deal, seeing as she was never one to be so involved with large crowds of people. She had her group of friends, and that was all she needed. Nevertheless, she snapped out of her thoughts and brought herself to push open the car door.

The minute they stepped out of the vehicle, Asher was swooped away by his friends, no surprise there. Y/N, left to fend for herself, went to the food. It was in the corner by some chairs anyways, so it was a nicer place to be alone rather than out in the sea of bodies that were dancing, some quite inappropriately, she may add.

Suddenly, the girl felt someone sit next to her. Y/N turned her head to find Amber, a girl that she sometimes talked to in her math class. They were getting to know each other pretty well, finding things in common when they had the time.

“Hi.” the brunette spoke, a bit quietly. It could’ve just been the loud music, but Amber was a known introvert, so it was a surprise to see her in a place like this.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I wouldn’t expect to see you at a party, no offence.” Y/N responded.

“None taken, and I could say the same for you. My friend Samantha dragged me here. I don’t know why though, because she knows I don’t go to these things.”

“Ah. My brother offered to take me, since I had a pretty bad day, but I realize it’s definitely not my scene.”

Amber hummed in response, and the two girls people-watched for a few minutes, until Y/N noticed a certain someone in the crowd.

Ethan Dolan.

He stood next to his twin, Grayson, talking animatedly to a few of his friends. Y/N hadn’t noticed she was staring until Amber poked at her side for the second time.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” she called, before noticing who she was looking at. “Ooh, you like him?”

“Yeah.” the girl called absentmindedly, unaware that Amber had even asked a question, let alone what the topic was.

Amber squealed. “Oh my god! It’s gonna be hard to get to him, though, he practically has a line of girls waiting for him.”

“What?” Y/N turned to Amber. “Please explain, I have no idea what you just said.”

As Amber talked to the sophomore next to her, unbeknown that she was being watched.

From across the room, Ethan was looking directly at her, watching as she talked to a girl that was probably in the grade, but never bothered to learn who she was.

Y/N and Ethan had only ever crossed paths a few times, seeing as she was obviously less popular than he. But after today, he felt butterflies dashing around in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or having a crush.

Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way.

Whatever the feeling, the muscular boy decided to suck it up and go talk to her. On the other side of the room, Y/N was oblivious to his attempts to get her attention.

After a few minutes, her gaze eventually shifted to him, and Y/N grinned at Ethan when they made eye contact. He ended his conversation and sauntered over to the sitting girl.

“Hey.” he spoke, causing Y/N to blush a little bit. She couldn’t believe it, a popular kid, talking to her. Willingly.

“Hi.” she quietly spoke, afraid that she would mess something up. The two sophomores looked at each other for a minute, small grins on both of their faces.

“So,” Ethan broke the ice. “How are you doing after today? Y’know, with the whole cafeteria thing...”

Y/N silently thanked him for asking “I’m doing good. Unfortunately, my favorite sweatshirt was ruined, but it’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was.”

“No, no, it’s my fault.”

The taller boy breathed out of his nose before speaking again. “So, see you around?”

“For sure.”

With that, Ethan left Y/N to go find his friends once more. What they didn’t know is that both of them felt the same feeling of butterflies invading their bodies, jittery and nervous.

Alex Kallio who?

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mxdanni · 5 years

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And Now You Don’t. Ethan x m!MC

My Open Heart Ethan Ramsey x m!MC series:

When Push Comes To Shove (p. 1 & p. 2)

He Wasn’t Meant to Hear

Confess (+ the crew at Donahue’s)

Likeable (+Dolores)

Thinking Straight (+Dolores)

The Right Kind of Therapy

Now You See Me (+Dr Banerji)

this one goes here (+Jenner)

Somebody’s Crush (+Elijah & Landry)

Summary: After accidentally learning about Dr Banerji, MC demands an explanation. The deal might involve a bribe (coffee), wine (at Ethan’s place) and other spilt secrets...

m!MC : Dr Cheng Lee

“...”

Cheng glanced at Dr Ramsey for what seemed like a hundredth time. The other just walked on, silently and scowling slightly at some thoughts of his own. The ones he wouldn’t care to share.

“It’s Dr Banerji, isn’t it?”

Dr Ramsey huffed.

“Oh, come on. I saw him,” persisted Cheng. “He suddenly retires, and now he’s admitted. Under a no name for no reason to make matters worse.”

Dr Ramsey shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not letting it go, are you, rookie?”

“Nope.”

“... should’ve known,” muttered Dr Ramsey.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” Dr Ramsey, finally, looked up and to his right at Cheng. “I am telling you everything, alright? But not here.”

Cheng blinked. Then nodded and had to push the glasses up his nose. He thought about it for a second and grinned, “So you’re not leading me on to get rid of me, huh?”

“Wha–“

“Well, you did yell at me to follow you–“

“Not yelled–“

“It was more like ordered, really.” Cheng shrugged. “I don’t mind that much, you’re frustrated. Just don’t take it out on other people that often.” Cheng met Dr Ramsey’s eyes, the other was watching him very closely, his own face unreadable. “Okay, you told me to follow you after my shift, then we left Edenbrook and have been walking for some time now. In silence. And you have that scary scowling face of yours that sends the nurses hiding behind their station.”

“Really?”

Cheng chuckled at the surprised expression. “Yeah.” He grimaced and pulled on the corners of his eyes. “This one, you know,” Cheng snarled in the most intimidating voice he could manage.

“No,” Dr Ramsey reached out– but snatched his hand away before his fingers grazed Cheng’s forearm. “Do they really hide?”

“So you are not debating the scowl?” Cheng laughed, and the heavy mood seemed to be lifting a bit. “But no, they’re too scared to hide. Probably ‘cause if you don’t find them, it would make you angrier.” He pointed his finger up. “Bu-u-ut, I’ve heard they do toss a coin who comes out to help you.”

Dr Ramsey... well, almost chuckled. Cheng grinned to himself and said nothing, yet he did hear the muffled sound escape. He readjusted his glasses to cover up that he knew, or his face would’ve betrayed it all.

“So where’re we...?” Cheng traced off because Dr Ramsey, suddenly, dashed into a cafe. “Hey!” He hurried after.

There was no line at the counter so Cheng reached Dr Ramsey already ordering. “... and an... espresso romano. To go, please.” Dr Ramsey stopped Cheng’s hand reaching for his own pocket before Cheng said anything, and shook his head.

The barista handed them two cups rather quickly, and they went outside.

“So it is a bribe?” Cheng smirked.

“No–“

“Too bad. Bribe accepted!” Cheng saluted his cup and took a careful sip. “Wow, that’s good.”

A smile tugged on the corner of Dr Ramey’s lips. It was hardly even there, and yet Cheng noticed before it melted away. “Thought you’d like it. They serve it better but I’d rather not talk about, Naveen,” he lowered his voice at the name, “inside.”

“So where are we going then?” Cheng tried once again. He wasn’t even hoping to hear an answer this time.

“My place. It’s safe to talk there.”

“Oh?” Cheng missed a step when an answer did come.

“Objections?”

“No. None.” Cheng raised his hands. “I got nothing to do anyway. But just you know,” he grinned and glanced around the empty station, "I’m good at keeping secrets.”

"So I’ve noticed.”

“Wha-at? I don’t have a secret!”

“Uh-huh.” Dr Ramsey stepped into the train.

“Hey!” Cheng dashed after him and was about to settle onto the seat by his side. The train started moving as he was sitting down, and that sent Cheng flying a little. “Sorry.” He bumped into Dr Ramsey’s knee, and glasses slipped down his nose. Cheng hurriedly plumped himself down and smiled sheepishly.

Dr Ramsey cleared his throat. “We need to take a few stations,” he explained calmly, and his expression remained blank. He didn’t even look at Cheng. Dr Ramsey actually looked anywhere around the carriage but at Cheng.

They reached their destination in silence. Cheng glanced around to take the neighbourhood in but couldn’t bring himself to comment on it. Or anything else.

Dr Ramsey opened the door to his flat and held it open.

“Erm, thanks?” Cheng lingered in the doorway a bit and eyed Dr Ramsey up and down. "Ow!”

“Woof!”

“Hey, there buddy,” Cheng laughed and patted Jenner linking at his face. “So I’m a decoy, huh? And I was wondering why were you holding that door for me.” He grinned back at Dr Ramsey while still scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Is he always like that?”

Dr Ramsey cleared his throat and, rather awkwardly, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Give Dr Lee space, Jenner,” he scolded the dog, and Jenner jumped back to stand on all paws, rather than have two on Cheng.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Cheng bent forward to pat Jenner on the head. “Jenner’s just being very friendly.” He was almost sure he heard Dr Ramsey mutter something under his breath.

— — —

“I’m so sorry…” Cheng reached out, hesitating, yet did put his hand on Dr Ramsey’s knee. The other breathed out sharply and flinched at the contact but didn’t shove his hand away. “You know I understand just how exactly you feel, right?”

Dr Ramsey didn’t answer for some time, and Cheng waited. “Yes. You… you watch somebody very important to you, somebody you care about melt away, and can do nothing to stop it… it is so… so.”

“Helpless?” Cheng suggested.

Dr Ramsey scowled for a second but nodded in the end. “Helpless. Useless.” He moved his glass and watched the remaining vine swirl.

Jenner let out a high pitched whine as he settled at Cheng’s feet and lowered his head on them.

“I’m here.” Cheng squeezed Dr Ramsey's knee lightly. "I know, it doesn’t mean much but just so that you absolutely and surely know it. I’m here, and I am right here for you.”

Cheng felt his glasses slowly slip down his nose. He scrunched it, somehow trying to push them up – his hands were occupied either way: one on Dr Ramsey’s knee, the other held a wine glass. He felt the other’s gaze on him, eyes slowly traced down every feature…

Cheng stared. It felt suddenly so unreal, as if the time has stopped. A smile teased on the corner of Dr Ramsey’s lips, he chuckled quietly and reached out. There was still in his eyes, and the dark circles under, but somehow it felt like his expression lightened. Cheng gulped. A warm fingertip grazed his nose, a mere second, and adjusted his glasses just right. Their eyes met–

“Sorry I–“ Dr Ramsey snatched his hand and cleared his throat. He even shifted to the side so that he would seat further away on the sofa. “Don’t know what came over me."

“Uh-huh.” Cheng glanced around, his eyes lingering on Jenner by his feet. He bent down, mostly to hide his face, and petted Jenner. “N-never mind. Erm. Alright, let’s do this!” Cheng exclaimed and jumped to his feet.

Jenner yelped and sprinted around him.

“Do… what?” Dr Ramsey frowned and placed his glass on the coffee table.

"Well, I assumed you'd have copies in here as well?"

Dr Ramsey raised his eyebrow.

“Dr Banerji files? Test results?” suggested Cheng. “I might not be that brilliant but sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can help. Let me have a go.”

“You would–“

“I want to help you,” interrupted Cheng. “So let me.”

Dr Ramsey didn’t move, he was studying Cheng’s face and very intensely. Cheng could actually feel as his eyes traced his every feature. Dr Ramsey’s resolve waved, and he sighed.

“I’ll help you research,” persisted Cheng and gestured around. “Here’s good, right? Nobody will know, and I will just swing by after my shifts.”

And Dr Ramsey nodded.

“Well,” Cheng added hurriedly. “Unless it’s Friday.” He saw the other flinch, and Cheng blurted out. “That is, I will come still. But at eight I leave for half an hour and call gran. I do it every week.” Cheng looked away, over Dr Ramsey’s shoulder and through the window at the night city lights. “She’s all I got. Worried about how I manage in the big city and all. We lived in a small town.”

“Oh. Sorry, I–“

“Never mind.” Cheng shook his head. “You do wonder about my parents, don’t you?” He bent forward and scratched Jenner behind the ears. “My father died when I was three. Got killed.”

Cheng fell silent and glanced at his empty wine glass. Seemed to follow his gaze, Dr Ramsey stood up and topped both glasses again.

“Thanks.” Cheng pulled on a weak smile. The corners of his lips quivered. It felt so fake Cheng huffed a laugh. “I need that.” He took a large gulp.

“And your mother?”

Cheng laughed again. A deeper, more eerie sound. Glanced at Dr Ramsey, then into his glass and drenched the wine. “She killed him,” Cheng whispered. “They say she was slipping into madness after giving birth to me. Gran grabbed me and ran for the States. That’s it. Ugh.”

Cheng dashed to his right but couldn’t keep on his feet and landed straight onto Dr Ramsey’s lap. The other flinched, caught him in his arms still, as Cheng effortlessly snatched the half-full wine glass from his hand and downed it as well.

“You know,” Cheng whispered. He didn’t move, Dr Ramsey’s arms still secure around him, “the worst part is that gran blames herself for that.” He felt that grip tighten. “Because she insisted father married my mother. Gran thought she would make a perfect wife, and see where it landed us... a mess.” And Cheng leaned into the embrace as well.

His forehead pressed firmly against Dr Ramsey’s shoulder.

— — —-

Dr Ethan Ramsey... had no idea what to do. Honestly, there were a few things that would leave him so utterly lost, and Dr Cheng Lee has recently moved up that list. The very same intern shifted on his lap and lay back. He was now halfway sitting, still right on his lap, back against the arm of the sofa and legs draped over Ethan’s.

Ethan froze. He felt... confused. And yet Cheng looked so comfortable, so peaceful compared to the pained look the memories brought him.

Ethan wouldn’t move. He flexed his fingers midair but couldn’t resist touching, titling Cheng to his chest, his arms wrapped safely around the smaller form. He felt... besotted. Now, that was bad. One hell of bad.

Ethan closed his eyes and breathed out. Jenner raised his head and rolled over to lie next to Ethan’s feet.

“Gran supports me,” Cheng mumbled, and Ethan flinched. He glanced at him, but Cheng didn’t seem to be awake. His chest was rising steadily, and it calmed Ethan at least the intern won’t remember it. Again.

Ethan groaned silently. It was even worse than that time at intense care! Then Cheng snuggled against him but now... Well, now he decided to drape himself all over Ethan’s lap!

“In anything. You know, I saw her... my mother. Father lying at her feet, blood all over the floor.” A muffled chuckle, more of a soft gasp, escaped his lips. “I was afraid of women till primary school. Then just of women of a very particular height and build. It got better from that, gran always had my back.”

Ethan sighed and gave in. His palms slid around the warm body, one settling on the lower of Cheng’s back. The other traced up to the side of Cheng’s face, fingertips barely grazing skin.

Cheng snuggled against Ethan’s chest, and the other held him even tighter.

“And now?” mumbled Cheng. “Well, I just don’t see myself in a relationship with one.”

Ethan had no idea what he was to do with that piece of information.

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cheesygrayson-blog · 6 years

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That’s What They All Say

I don't even know what this is other than not good ok read at your own risk

Summary: When you get bored at your friends’ house and start looking for ways to occupy yourself on your phone, your innocent texting gives Grayson an idea.

Word Count: 2,566

Warnings: it’s not like full on smut but its kinda saucy; not good

"I'm so bored," Grayson said as you sat with him on their living room couch, watching Ethan play Fortnite.

"Same," you sighed. When the twins had asked you to hang out, you didn't envision lazing around all day watching them play video games.

"Don't worry guys, I'm almost done," Ethan said for the third time since you'd gotten to their house over an hour ago, craning his neck to look at the two of you over his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah," you shook your head and waved him off while pulling out your phone, trying to find some way to occupy yourself. You remembered that you had downloaded Tinder a few days before, so you opened the app to see if you had any new messages.

From: Tyler Hey ;)

You rolled your eyes at the winky face but decided to message him back anyway, just to see how much you could tease him before he got mad.

To: Tyler Sup

From: Tyler Not much, laying in bed wishing I had someone here with me

To: Tyler Is that right

From: Tyler Yeah :/ what u up to

To: Tyler Hanging out with a couple of my friends but they're being boring

From: Tyler Hmm. I could keep you entertained ;)

To: Tyler You think so?

From: Tyler Oh yeah. You'd be having a ton of fun if you were here now ;)

To: Tyler What would we be doing

From: Tyler Whatever you want

To: Tyler Monopoly

You laughed lightly at your response, thinking that the conversation was probably over after that, so you locked your phone and turned your attention back to the boys. Grayson was on his phone and Ethan was still playing Fortnite. You sighed and picked your phone back up, surprised to see that Tyler had messaged you back.

From: Tyler I think I can think of something even more fun

To: Tyler Like what

From: Tyler Like burying my dick so far inside you that you feel it in your throat

To: Tyler Eh

From: Tyler Eh?

To: Tyler No guy has ever given me an orgasm so your offer doesn't really thrill me

From: Tyler I could give you multiple

You let out a loud snort as you typed out your response.

To: Tyler That's what they all say

"What?"

"Huh?" you whipped your head in the direction the sound came from.

"What are you laughing at?" Grayson asked.

"Oh," you chuckled and handed him your phone. "Some guy on tinder."

Grayson was silent for a few moments while he read through your conversation on tinder. You watched him as his eyes moved back and forth across the screen, cracking a smile when he saw your Monopoly comment. His expression quickly changed, however, his jaw clenching and a stormy look settling in his eyes. He slowly turned his gaze to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

"Are you serious?" Grayson asked.

"W-what?" you asked, his sudden mood shift making you a little nervous.

"You've never had an orgasm?"

"I didn't say I've never had one," you could feel yourself blushing with embarrassment. "Just that no guy has ever given me one," you mumbled.

"Didn't you date that one guy for like, six months?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Six months and he couldn't figure out how to make you cum?"

You just shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed even though you really had no reason to. It wasn't your fault that your ex had no knowledge of the female anatomy.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Grayson said, as if he could read your mind. "It's not your fault you've been fucking scrubs... well, actually, maybe it is," Grayson laughed.

You huffed and looked to Ethan to defend you, only to find that he was still completely engrossed in his video game, his headset drowning out the conversation between you and Grayson. You took your phone back from him and crossed your arms, slumping against the couch.

"Don't pout," Grayson said, a smile clear in his voice.

"I'm not," you insisted, even though you knew you were.

"Hmm," Grayson hummed and rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should keep talking to that guy and see what happens. Maybe if you got some dick you wouldn't be so moody," he teased.

You turned to face him and gave him the best glare you could manage. He was already looking at you with an annoying smirk on his face. Grayson loved to tease you, and even though you knew it was all in good fun, sometimes you wished he'd just shut up.

"Probably wouldn't matter anyway," he said without breaking eye contact. You rolled your eyes and focused back on what Ethan was doing. Ethan, who was frantically punching buttons on his controller and occasionally yelling at the TV, was still completely unaware of your exchange with Grayson.

You sat and watched Ethan for a while, and you were just about to complain about your boredom again when Grayson's hand landed on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. You turned to look at him, your eyes as wide as saucers. Grayson's eyes were trained on the TV, but his mouth held a tiny smirk.

"What are you doing?" you whisper-yelled at him.

"Don't worry about it," he grumbled while pushing his fingertips just under the edge of your shorts.

"I'm serious Grayson," you said quietly with a slight tremble in your voice.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," he finally looked over and met your gaze with his hooded eyes. He kept eye contact as he pushed his fingers further under your shorts, so they were grazing the edge of your cotton panties.

"S-s..." Grayson raised his eyebrows, but continued to slowly inch forward towards where you couldn't decide if you wanted him or not.

"Stop?" he asked in a low voice. You mulled it over in your head for a moment. You turned away from him, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You decided to throw caution to the wind, and when you turned to look at him again, there was fire in your eyes.

"You really think you'd be able to get me there, Grayson?" you challenged.

"I know I can," he said, a cocky look on his face.

"Mmm," you hummed, giving him a smug smile. "That's what they all say."

Grayson's eyes darkened and the cocky smile vanished from his face. He pushed his fingers the rest of the way under your shorts and ran his index finger between your folds. He bit the inside of his cheek in frustration upon realizing that you were bone fuckin' dry.

He pulled his hand away from you and inserted his index and middle fingers into his mouth to add a little lubrication, since you weren't giving him any, and quickly shoved his hand back beneath the leg of your shorts. Grayson began rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you did your best to react as little as possible. However, you couldn't stop the tiny gasp that escaped your lips, allowing Grayson's smirk to reappear.

"Don't get cocky on me, hun," you quietly chided. "I want you to succeed."

"I will," he mumbled. He brought a finger down to run between your folds again, pleased to find a little more moisture there than the first time.

Grayson suddenly pulled his hand away from you, and you were about to ask why when he pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts in order to get a better angle. His fingers went back to working on your clit, faster and with more pressure this time. You bit hard on your lip and glanced at Ethan, who's attention was still completely focused on his game.

You were starting to get bored with the rubbing, and you were just about to tell Grayson to do something else when he started teasing your entrance with his middle finger.

"Do it," you whispered. Satisfied with your permission, Grayson slowly eased his finger inside you. It burned for a second, but that soon gave way to pleasure when he quickly found your G spot. Your muscles involuntarily tensed when he curled his finger, and your legs clamped shut around his hand. Grayson reached over and gripped your knee with his free hand so he could keep your legs open. He hooked your leg over his own so that it was trapped between his thighs, and he continued his work on your now fairly wet pussy.

"Wish you weren't wearing these shorts," Grayson rasped. "It would be a whole lot easier."

"Mmm," was the only response you could manage. You were enjoying what Grayson was doing, but you could feel your body quickly getting used to it, so you needed him to switch things up.

"Another," you breathed. Grayson looked at you as he did what you asked. He liked watching how you reacted to the new feeling, how your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back and your body slightly convulsed. It gave him a feeling of confidence and power, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, seeing what he could do to you.

Even though your body reacted a bit dramatically at first, you quickly composed yourself as your eyes focused on Ethan. You couldn't deny that you liked the rush, the dangerous feeling you got from knowing that you could be caught with Grayson's hand down your pants at any moment. Your hands involuntarily drifted up to your chest and you started playing with your nipples over your shirt, all while continuing to watch Ethan play Fortnite.

Grayson noticed you watching his brother, and he didn't like it. He was the one that was knuckle deep in your pussy, all of your attention should be on him.

"Don't look at him," Grayson's gruff voice pulled your focus away from the older twin. "Eyes on me."

You slowly turned your head to face Grayson, your heavy lidded eyes connecting with his. His lips were parted and his tongue was poking out slightly, and you couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if his tongue was doing the work that his fingers currently were. Before your mind got too off track, Grayson curled his fingers so that they scraped against your front wall, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

"Come on, baby," he muttered. "Cum for me."

"Not there yet," you whispered, your eyes drifting back towards Ethan. Before you could fully focus on him, though, Grayson's free hand gripped your jaw and forced you to face him again.

"I told you to keep your eyes on me, sweetheart," Grayson chided.

"Sorry," you cooed. The corner of Grayson's mouth ticked up in a tiny smirk when you apologized, and without warning, he shoved a third finger into your wet cunt and started rubbing hard circles on your clit again with his thumb. You let out a strangled gasp and gripped his wrist to still his motions and allow your body a moment to adjust.

"You okay?" Grayson asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah," you slowly loosened your grip on his wrist. "Yeah, I'm good, continue."

"You sure?" he asked, wiggling his fingers ever so slightly. That tiny movement alone was enough to make you eyes roll back in your head.

"Yes I'm sure, please Grayson keep going," your hands travelled back up to your chest as Grayson continued his assault on your dripping core. You gasped loudly when you felt the telltale tightening in your lower abdomen, shocking you by letting you know that your orgasm was close.

"Oh my God, oh my God Grayson, I'm almost there," you whined as quietly as you could, briefly glancing at Ethan to make sure he was still unaware of what was going on behind him. Grayson, of course, didn't like your attention being turned away from him, even for a moment, so his firm grip returned to your jaw and wrenched your face back to look at him.

"You look at me when you cum," he softly demanded. You clung to the last ounce of attitude you had in your body and quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Yes sir."

Grayson's eyes darkened and his fingers curled inside you, almost as if he was clenching his fist, and his thumb rubbed hard against your clit. Before another thought had time to enter your mind, you felt your walls tighten around Grayson's fingers as your orgasm took over your body. Your jaw dropped open but no sound left your mouth save for a few soft gasps, all of your noises trapped in your throat. Grayson moved his thumb from your jaw and hooked it in the corner of your open mouth, pushing it forward to run over your tongue. You closed your mouth around it and bit down lightly before swirling your tongue around his digit, causing a short huff to fall past Grayson's lips.

Grayson let you grind on his hand, riding out your orgasm. You couldn't believe how much better it felt compared to when you got yourself off. By the time your release had run its course, you were out of breath and a thin layer of sweat covered your body. Grayson pulled his hand from your shorts and immediately brought his wet fingers to his mouth so he could taste you.

"Oh my God, Gray-"

"Victory Royale!" Ethan's voice rang out, cutting you off. Your eyes darted back to him to see that he was celebrating his win on Fortnite, spinning in circles in his chair with his hands thrown in the air.

"Victory royale indeed," Grayson mumbled beside you, trying to hold back his shit eating grin. You nudged his shoulder and gave him a look, warning him to keep his mouth shut.

"Okay guys, what do you wanna do?" Ethan asked, his gaze finally settling on the two of you. "Is it hot in here?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "You look a little flushed, (Y/N)."

"Uh, yeah, no, I'm fine, maybe a little warm, but I'm fine," you rambled.

"Okay," he gave you a look and turned back to Grayson. "What do you wanna do?"

"Would you mind going and getting us food? I don't really feel like leaving," Grayson said as he stretched out on the couch.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Ethan agreed. "What do you want?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Just get whatever you want."

"Alright, fine. (Y/N), want anything specific?"

"I'm fine with whatever," you answered, mind still spinning too much from everything that had happened in the last few minutes to even think of a food that existed.

"Okay, cool, I'll be back soon," Ethan called over his shoulder as he exited the room. You and Grayson sat in silence until Ethan's car was heard leaving the driveway. Once he was sure that Ethan was gone, Grayson stood from his seat on the couch and positioned himself directly in front of you.

"Yes?" you asked, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable I told you so that was coming your way.

"I lied," he said simply.

"What?" you asked, genuine confusion painting your face. "When?"

"Just now. To Ethan," he said as he sunk to his knees in front of you.

"I know what I want to eat."

#ew #I'm sorry #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan smut #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins smut #dolan #grayson #stella writes things

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ties of fate [g.d. ff] chapter 1

p r e v i o u s c h a p t e r | c h a p t e r o n e

Summary: R E D S T R I N G O F F A T E; According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.

Author note: Sisters, first of all thanks for enjoying the story! Secondly please do not get confused at this chapter I promise everything will make perfect sense just read it till the end. if you want to ofc. and sorry if a made grammar errors.. love ya’ll sisters ♥

A sudden attack on us woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I knew who it was, and I wanted to kill him so badly. I was having the best sleep after a long time probably, but an idiot just had to ruin it. Fucking great.

“Ethan why the fuck would you fucking jump on us, are you out of your mind?” I heard Grayson yelling at his twin. I opened my eyes and had a full ass overgrown bunny on us mostly on me.

“If you really want your twin just for yourself E you have to try more!” I grumped as I tried to move him away from me. He wasn’t even moving an inch, I could tell he was enjoying seeing me suffer, that little bitch.

“Try more what?” Ethan asked me. As he stood up carefully finally. Grayson was just watching us argue half asleep.

“To kill me you idiot!” I yelled at him as I pushed him out of Grayson’s bed. He landed in slow motion on the ground. Grayson just started laughing after hearing my answer to his twin brother. Ethan slowly got up and set down on the bed as he tried to stop laughing. I took my phone under my pillow and looked how late is was. You must be kidding me!

“Ethan.” I said calmly, and he looked at me with a questioning face. “Why the fuck would you wake us up and such a way in 3 fucking AM.!” I calmly asked him but yelled the last three words. He smirked and I looked at Grayson who was silent the whole time, he just shrugged.

“We have guests.” he sung, and I wish I never heard him sing like ever. I made a disgusted face, “Who the fuck comes to visit at 3 fucking AM?” I tried to ask calmly, I was so close to choke Ethan to death. He suddenly stood up from the bed and looked at us mischievously, “Glad you are asking.” he said before leaving the room. At this point I couldn’t care less so I cuddled my now awake boyfriend. His chest was so calming.

“Who do you think is here?” I asked him low key knowing the answer already. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me already. I rolled his eyes at me playfully.

“You know I hate to break the news, but I am sure James and Emma are here, who else would fucking come to visit us at 3AM?” he whispered. I laughed at him. He was right no one else would come at such a time besides the famous “sister squad” members.

“If they come just to announce an idea for our next sister squad video, I am going to call the cops.” he half joked. I nodded in agreement. I could hear voices coming closer and getting clearer every passing second. Bingo I thought, it’s them as expected. As they all showed their heads and just their heads from the bedroom door I chuckled lightly. It was funny to watch them. Ethan was above all of them under Ethan was James head and under James it was Emma’s face to be seen. I heard Grayson chuckle as well.

“Disappointed but not surprised.” was the only thing I said before they all entered the room. I got up from my boyfriends’ cozy chest and sat down and Grayson did the same. The dumb and dumber squad were still standing there like little kids who were ready to get yelled by their parents.

“Ya’ll, what are you doing up so late and why the fuck are you guys here?” Grayson questioned them and raised an eyebrow. He was so beautiful, I always got distracted because of his beauty. I shook my head. Suddenly all of them started running towards us and jumped on the bed as they started screaming. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“We are just here to visit sister Grayson and his girlfriend!” James answered after he stopped screaming. I was so used to them that nothing actually surprised me anymore, but something was off because they would never ever visit at this time without wanting something.

“James don’t even try to lie, I can see it on your faces you clowns want something from either me or Y/N or from both of us, so spill it.” Grayson groaned in frustration. I could see he was tired, and I also was tired, but our friends won’t let us fucking live like normal people do. They looked at each other, they were having a silent argument over who should ask whatever they were about to ask. After spending so much time with them I could literally read their gestures and facial expressions.

Grayson and I were just sitting on Grayson’s bed half awake and half pissed off and tried to figure out what they probably would want to ask us. After a long silence Grayson finally talked. “Okay now just ask or leave I want to sleep you fuckers.” And he was right I wanted to go back to my sleep as well, but I could tell this night would be a long night for me and Gray.

“Sooo actually…” Emma stared talking finally. “We wanted to ask you guys…” Ethan continued Emma’s sentence, “to tell us your story.” James finished the sentence. I looked at them confusedly.

“What are ya’ll talking about?” I asked them as Grayson muttered a quick “Yeah, same, wtf?”

“You kitty girl are dating daddy Grayson almost for what? Eight months now, but you both of you never ever told us how you guys met.” James explained, his eyes were filled with curiosity.

“And we were talking on our group chat about something and I was like wait a second you guys realize we don’t even know how Grayson and Y/N met.” Emma continued to talk and smiled awkwardly as she put her messy hair into a ponytail. I looked at Ethan.

“No, I didn’t tell them anything I promise it’s your story, it’s your life I just said, ask them if you guys are really curious and they kind of ended up here.” Ethan explained. Why are my friends so dumb?

“You never asked us guys and we never told.” Grayson answered like as if he read my mind. I just nodded.

I also mentioned, “And everything got so quick and we all had so much going on, we were all so busy that we actually never come to an idea to talk about us.” All of them looked at each other and hummed in agreement. I told you they are all idiots.

“And you clowns woke us up just because you were curious about how we met?” I snapped as I hit my forehead with my hand. Grayson chuckled, as the three friends of ours looked at us like three little puppies.

“But can you guys tell us your story, no cameras, no fans knowing, no anything just us as friends.” Emma asked with hopeful eyes. How could you say no to her? I could tell they were all curious about what happened between us.

“Yeah, I really want to know as well.” James said. “I want to know how sister Y/N steal my man’s heart.” he joked. And I burst out laughing as the others started laughing as well. I looked up to gray and slipped closer to him to rest my head on his shoulder. Ethan and I made eye contact and he just shrug off in an apological way. That was what I loved about my boyfriend’s twin, he looked like he didn’t care but he did even this small gesture of him made me soften. I knew he knew that I wasn’t happy to talk about how we met but it was in the past now and my friends deserved to know. No one saw his apological look on his face, but I noticed. As Grayson and James were having an jokingly argument about how I stole James crushed heart and Emma was perfectly enjoying the argument, I low key grabbed my phone and texted Ethan.

From: me To: Ethan “It’s okay E. Don’t worry ♥“

He looked at his phone and opened the text and smiled after reading my message. I smiled at him as well. We were good. As James and Grayson continued to argue over how James heart was broken, I clapped my hands to get their attention to me. They immediately stopped talking and I got their full attention.

“So, you guys want to hear our story?” I asked a bit nervous now. I felt Grayson grabbing my hand to show me that I wasn’t alone. I looked at him and smiled. “Okay let’s get it!” I answered my own question. James and Emma were so excited, and I could almost see stars in their eyes, that’s what true friendship is like, being happy with the slightest thing about each other.

“Well, everything started when…” Grayson began to reveal our story to our most precious friends.

#dolan twins #dolan twins imagines #dolan twins scenarios #grayson dolan #grayson imagines #grayson dolan scenarios #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagines #ethan dolan scenarios #dolan twins au #grayson dolan au #ethan dolan au #chapter one #ties of fate

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odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #odlt extra #real talk that stream was an entertaining mess #and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao #and i just wanted bellas take on that whole fiasco #and yes there was a t swift lyric in there #song: clean by taylor swift #also im trying to compile all my lil one shots onto one masterlist thingy #so that way theyre all together #like the pre soau belliplier ones #and the ylh extras and the lists of hcs #theyre kind of all over the place #so im tryna get that sorted #and um yeah #if theres anything yall want me to write abt bella and her boo let me know #SIDENOTE the 'yes miss' thing was a bedroom reference sksjdjsjzjsj #that may or may not be what he calls her when she's in control of the NastyNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#ahem anyway

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Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast

(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))

(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.

Request: If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️

Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me

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Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.

But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.

Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.

The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.

“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”

Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.

“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.

Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.

“Mark.” the girl growled.

Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.

“Hmm??”

“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.

“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.

“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.”

Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.

All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.

“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.

“Not that you care..”

As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.

“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.

“Yeah.” she replied blandly.

She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.

Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.

“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.

Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.

For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.

As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.

“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.

Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.

The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.

After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.

The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.

Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.

“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.

Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.

This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.

“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”

(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.

“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.

Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.

“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”

“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.

“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”

That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…

“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.

Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”

Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.

“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.

“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.

He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”

The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.

She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).

(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.

She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.

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The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.

Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.

As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.

- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?

- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…

- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0

- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!

(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.

The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.

A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…

“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.

Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.

A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.

‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.

Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.

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“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.

He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.

“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.

“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”

“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.

Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.

“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”

Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.

“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.

In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.

Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.

The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.

“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.

Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.

“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.

The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.

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(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy

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