#-ething else. you guys are beautiful even if its a small thing.

[ronnabyte]

season 13; the season where a princess builds a entourage of 4 gay men and 1 big spider thats basically just an overgrown puppy. beautiful isnt it

og images for the 2 meme redraws(i need to remember to do this more), the screenshot of what theyre doing in the totk part and That Thing

[galaxiia-quean]

ocean eyes [1]

THE FLAT WAS BATHED IN LIGHT, streaming through the open windows. Ethan couldn’t recall a time in which he’d slept past five in the morning, always being up before the first rays of sun. He padded across the living room, following the music drifting from the kitchen.

He leaned on the door frame, a smile spreading on his face at the sight before him. His beloved girlfriend danced around the room, his white shirt draping over her thighs. Ethan approached her, brushing his lips on the silky slope of her neck as she finished serving breakfast. An involuntary giggle escaped her, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.

“Morning, love.” He twirled her, properly kissing her. Nora smiled against his mouth, tracing the outline of his bare muscles.

“I made coffee and waffles.”

“Perfect.” Ethan lightly squeezed her waist, drawing a short laugh from her.

They ate mostly in silence, relishing in the peacefulness. A comfortable hush enveloped them with the occasional discreet glance at each other. The easiness of their relationship never ceased to amaze him. Nora was perhaps equally as reserved as him — even though her amiability and patience ran deeper than his — and understood those rare moments of quietude were invaluable whereas his previous partners failed to comprehend the concept.

He admired most her way of appreciating the little things which the rest of the universe tragically neglected. Ethan supposed he was a part of that category. Although, he was beginning to warm up to Nora’s methods. He hadn’t been particularly superstitious until he met her and yet nowadays he found himself subconsciously knocking on wood and avoiding to cross under ladders. She changed his life for the better and he couldn’t be more grateful for that.

Ethan ran a hand through his mussled hair and deftly cleaned the dirty porcelain, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth when he was done. Nora squealed excitedly when the pop tune playing on her phone came to an end and swiftly transitioned into a kizomba ballad. Ethan recognized it as one of her favourite.

“Eth, dance with me.” Nora pleaded, beaming.

He complied to her request, a dimpled smile rising on his cheeks as he wrapped an arm around her, pressing their hips flush together. He intertwined their fingers, kissing her temple. Nora sighed contentedly, snuggling into his chest as he lead, expertly swaying along to the song.

Ethan rested his chin on top of her head, murmuring the words in a soft hum. His accent flowed smoothly after years of practice.

“My heart melts when you speak Portuguese.” Nora commented, the corner of her lips quirking upward. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised you’re so well-versed in it.

He gave a casual shrug. “It’s a beautiful language.”

“It sure is.” She agreed, reluctantly detaching herself from him as the last notes faded. “And we sure have lives to save, today.”

“It’s a rather beautiful day, isn’t it, Shepherd?” Ethan teased, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

“I’m so glad I persuaded you to watch Grey’s.”

“Persuaded? I believe “pestered” is the correct term.” He laughed, disappearing into his bedroom.

They were careful to part ways before reaching the hospital, cautious of arousing suspicion. The diagnostics team gathered in the lobby, where Ethan assigned each of them a department, instructing them to update him throughout their shift.

Nora made her rounds in the pediatric wing, cheering the children up with jokes and the small batch of chocolates she always carried in her purse. Most of them had been milling about in the playroom and coaxed her into a game of Pictionary, which she promptly lost due to her dreadful drawing skills.

It was nearing lunch time when she entered the room of Amelia Bailey.

She frowned when she found the young girl entertaining herself with loose domino pieces. Amelia’s face lit up when she saw her favourite doctor, a bright smile replacing the sad grimace.

“Nono!”

Her scowl melted into a soft mien. She set the chart aside, allowing the child to hug her, and gently pinched her chubby cheeks, eliciting a contagious giggle from the six-year-old.

“How are you feeling, baby?” She sat on the edge of her bed, caressing the side of her face.

Amelia shrugged noncommittally. “Fine.”

“That’s good.” Nora lowered her chin, meeting the girl’s eyes. “Where are your parents?”

“They fought again. Mom went back home and dad went to work.”

The physician paused, exhaling deeply and struggling to contain the anger from her face. She averted her gaze and counted to three. Amelia’s grip on her hand tightened.

“They won’t answer if you call. Mom drinks when she’s mad and dad doesn’t use his phone at work,” Amelia said in a small voice, staring at her lap. “Can I stay here for a bit?”

“Is there no one else we could call?” At her silent shake of head, Nora conceded. “Then you can stay.” ‘I’ll have to inform child services’.

The nurses’ station was chaotic to say the least. There had been a massive collapse in an office building down the street and the hospital’s emergency and operating rooms were the most occupied they’d ever been. Nearly all nurses had been dispatched, leaving only two per station.

Danny greeted her, waving his hand. He was slumped on one of the chairs, a disarray of charts and laboratory results laying on the desk.

“What can I do for you, Nora?”

“I need you to call child services.” The doctor sighed, leaning on the counter. “Amelia Bailey, room 404. Her parents were arguing in her room until her stepfather left for work. Amelia told me we shouldn’t bother trying to reach her mother because she’s drinking and won’t answer the phone.”

He frowned. “Okay. By the way, here are the results from Sam Washington’s scans.”

Nora accepted the chart with a grateful nod and turned to leave. Her path was obstructed by a tall man with a charming smile. She raised expectant eyebrows, returning the gesture somewhat bemusedly.

“I apologize for bothering, miss, but it appears I’m lost. Could you be so kind to tell me where the cafeteria is?”

“On the ground floor, it’s easy to find. The elevator is down this hall and to the right.”

His smile grew. “Thank you very much, miss!”

Nora resumed her duties, and caught a glimpse of Ethan inside a patient’s room. From his posture, she deducted he was delivering bad news to the parents of the little boy; his shoulders were set in a straight line, arms folded and jaw clenched.

He ruffled the child’s hair before exiting the room, not entirely surprised to see her waiting for him.

“Hey.” He leaned on the wall, glancing around. “How’s Amelia Bailey?”

“Good to go, except for the fact no one is here to take her home,” Nora replied in a sharp tone.

Concern flashed in his icy blues. Nora rarely allowed her annoyance to shine through, maintaining a cool composure at all times.

“Danny called child services,” she continued, her hand brushing his, seeking the comfort his touch could easily provide.

“Good.” His eyes narrowed at something behind her right shoulder. “I’m sure Amelia is feeling lonely cooped up in her room. Why don’t you let her out for a walk?”

Her brow furrowed. “What is it, Ethan?”

He met her questioning stare, squeezing her hand. His expression softened into an adoring smile, though Nora saw right through it. The uneasiness in his blue depths alarmed her, the pressure of his digits digging into the back of her hand resulting in a pit of anxiousness building in her stomach.

“There’s a man in those visitor chairs in the corner who never left this wing. I’ve seen him linger outside of Amelia’s room when she was alone and sleeping. Maybe I’m being paranoid, maybe I’m not. I don’t want to take any risks either way. There’s a lounge at the end of this corridor where some interns relax during their breaks. Pretend like everything is fine and take Amelia there.”

His façade never fell. Ethan bent forwards as if to kiss her cheek and his warm breath blew gently on her skin.

“Be careful.”

Nora gulped, dropping the chart back at the station and shoving her trembling hands inside the pockets of her white coat. Amelia didn’t seem to notice her distress, following her dutifully outside and excitedly blabbering about her favourite games while Nora refrained from looking over her shoulder. Ethan’s instincts were sharp as a knife and she had absolute trust in them, so she had no doubts that the man was most likely a danger to Amelia.

True to Ethan’s word, a few interns were mingling about in the lounge. Nora’s mind barely registered their presence. Amelia plopped herself on one of the couches while she changed the channel to a kids program the girl would enjoy.

The fear gnawing at her insides was unbearable and became even more pronounced when terrified shouts were heard outside the room. One of the interns got up to check the commotion and quickly closed the door, all colour draining from his face.

“There’s an armed guy outside. He’s holding Dr. Ramsey at gunpoint.”

Her heart stopped at those words. Amelia turned to her with frightened eyes and Nora shushed her, cradling her face.

“I want you to hide behind this couch, do you understand?” She shielded the child with her body, holding her hands behind her back.

Absolute silence engulfed them. Nora could hear the thundering rushing of her blood in her ears, blending with her rapid breaths and accelerated heartbeat. Never in her life had she been so terrified. Ethan was being held hostage and she could lose him at any moment.

Deafening screams exploded when the door was ripped off its hinges, revealing Ethan and the gunman. He scoured the room for her. Tears welled up in her eyes, seeing him so unusually scared, his hands raised and the barrel of a gun directly pointed at the back of his head.

He was shoved inside and quickly crawled to her side, chest rising and falling with adrenaline. Nora realised she’d seen that man, spoken to him just minutes before that whole situation. He scowled when he didn’t see his target, then noticed Nora shifting her weight to hide the child.

“Give me my daughter,” he growled, aiming the weapon at her chest.

“I won’t let you hurt her.”

“I won’t. She’s my daughter,” he snarled, waving the gun.

“That’s not a toy.” Ethan watched him closely, moving so he could protect both girls.

“Shut up.” The aim was back on him. “I told you, I won’t hesitate to shoot. I want my daughter. Let her come with me and no one gets hurt.”

“The police will be here soon,” Nora threatened, pushing Ethan aside. They were both strategically positioned to cover Amelia.

“You called child services on the whore and her guy. I’m the best option for Mia!” He shouted.

“I would daresay the best option for Amelia is someone who doesn’t charge into a hospital with a dangerous weapon.” Ethan’s voice was calm despite his offensive stance, prepared to protect his staff should the man snap.

“Get out of the way.” The criminal switched the gun’s aim between the couple.

Neither budged.

“Last warning.” His target was uncertain.

Nora pushed Amelia further behind the furniture.

“Move!”

The gunshot blasted across the lounge, booming in their ears. Blood pooled around the figure sprawled on the floor, crimson staining the whiteness of their coat.

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[criminalhotch]

“Mine”~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Omg I need a full on story about E falling for a thick girl and showing her love!!! That was amazing.

A/N: Now here’s the deal not every curvy girl feels the same way about themselves so the way Y/N is in the story may not apply to you but it’s fiction and I tried my best. I don’t need any more people coming for me today. 

Word Count:6,806

Warnings: insecurities about weight, super fluffy! E, fluffy smut, idk what else

Ethan’s POV

Sometimes life just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes my job sucks. I’ll say it. Don’t get me wrong, I love YouTube and I love making videos with Grayson but sometimes it’s so much. It affects my friends, my family, and my relationships if I ever try to have one. Grayson and I are used to the hate and shitty comments but everyone else isn’t. I have to try to shield everyone from the words being spewed across every type of social media from people who have no idea the shit we go through. I feel like I am told how to eat, what to eat, what to wear, who to wear, who to date, and who not to date. No matter what or who I pick I’m always wrong. Half the time being single is easier so I don’t have to protect an innocent girl from the awful comments being thrown at her just because she’s being seen with me.

Now here’s where this is going. There’s a girl that Grayson and I see around LA a lot. She works at one of the outlet malls. She’s drop dead gorgeous. She’s helped Gray and I try on some clothes before. Grayson immediately picked up on my little crush and teased me about it as soon as she was out the vicinity. “You should ask her for like coffee or something, E” he suggested shoving my shoulder. “Gray, she has to know who we are. What if she’s only nice because we’re the Dolan Twins?” I asked. “Well, I guess you live and learn but she seems pretty genuine. When she comes back I’ll act busy and you ask for like coffee or just to go on a date. The worst thing to happen is she will say no. Shoot your shot, Eth” Grayson encouraged. I sighed and tugged my hand through my hair. He was right. Damn you, Gray. Here she comes, her name tag read Y/N. “So it looks like we don’t have those shorts in a large. I could order it online and get it sent to you free of charge” she offered. “Uh, no thanks but I know how you can make it up to me,” I said. “Oh, how’s that?” she asked smiling. “You can make it up to me by joining me for coffee tomorrow?” I suggested. “I think I can make that work, what time?” she asked. “How’s 11 at Urth?” I questioned. “Perfect, I’ll see you then” she smiled as I started to turn towards Grayson. “See, I told you!” Grayson said as he made an “I told you so” face. “I should’ve asked for her number” I muttered. “Get it tomorrow” Gray shrugged. “If I remember!”

The only downside to going to such a public spot like this is I could easily be seen by a fan. Y/N surely isn’t famous and will have no idea how to handle all of this. Not to mention when you think of Los Angeles, she’s not exactly what you picture. She’s different and she’s different in all the right ways. She has beautiful curves that make her hips sway beautifully, her butt (not that I’ve been staring) sits so roundly at the small of her back and her boobs. It’s a miracle she didn’t pop a button in that button up she has to wear to work  (A/N: Who are we kidding, we all know E would sneak a few peeks at a good ass when you aren’t looking whether you’re his or not but especially if you are his ;))

It’s 11 the next morning and I am sitting at a table very close to the door to watch for Y/N. Soon enough I see her walking towards the door as I sit and wait for her to enter. “Hello, there. Fancy seeing you here” I joked. “Have you ordered anything?” she asked. “I was waiting on you” I answered. “Well let’s order!” she replied. We ordered our drinks which I paid for much to her dismay. “You didn’t have to do that” she scoffed. “Yes, I know but I wanted to so just let it happen,” I said right as the barista said our names. We grabbed our drinks then sat down at the table I was originally at near the door.

We spent the next hour and a half learning about each other. Who we were, where we came from, what our goals were, and things we felt that we already accomplished. “Ethan?” she asked. “Y/N?” I asked back. “Was this some prank between you and Grayson?” she asked. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Asking me on this coffee date? Was it some prank to prove that anyone would say yes to a Dolan Twin?” she asked as her eyes dropped to the nearly empty drink she fidgeted within her hand. “No, not at all. Can I be honest with you?” I asked and she nodded. “I was scared to even ask you on this date. Grayson convinced me to do it. Why would you think it’s a prank?” I asked her. “Well let’s face it I’m not exactly the poster child for an LA model. My hips are about as wide as my shoulders, my ass looks huge no matter what pants I am wearing, it’s impossible to find a shirt that my boobs don’t look ginormous in. I probably weigh more than you do” she rambled. “Stop rambling, Y/N. I don’t care what size clothes you buy or what number the scale says. I think you’re gorgeous. This wasn’t some bet. I always see you when we go shopping and eventually I got a little crush then I decided to act on it” I explained. “You mean that?” she asked. “Of course, I do” I smiled.  Before we left the coffee shop we exchanged numbers and a few days later we went on a dinner date.

I was dropping her back off at her apartment when she asked, “So do you kiss on the first date?” “Well, technically I think this is the second date” I smirked. “Touche” she smiled up at me. I leaned down, my eyes fluttering shut as I began cupping her face gently before I smashed my lips onto hers. We sat in front of her apartment door our tongues battling for dominance and our bodies reacting to each other’s every move. Soon, she worriedly pulled away and spoke up “Ethan”. “Yes?” I smirked. “Ok, don’t give me that look but I think you should go” she suggested and my face sunk. “Why what did I do?” I asked worriedly. “Nothing, I am just worried that if you don’t I won’t have any choice but to jump your bones” she admitted a slight red tint rising on her cheeks. “Did I get you hot and bothered doll?” he asked. She unlocked her apartment then walked in. I tried to follow her but she pushed me. “Go” she instructed. “Aw, c’mon” I teased. “Go, E. I’ll text you later” she promised. “Deal. Goodnight, Y/N” I said as I began walking down the hallway. “Goodnight, Ethan,” she said just below a shout. Well, I think it’s safe to say there will definitely be a third date.

It’s about a month later and Y/N is coming over tonight to have a movie night with Grayson and me. “Have you asked her to be your girlfriend yet E?” Gray asked. “I was thinking about doing it tonight” I admitted. “Good, it’s about time. She’s good for you, bro” Gray replied. “I know but being my girlfriend comes with so much along with it” I explained. “I’m sure she can handle it but if not then we can wait for you guys’ to announce it,” Grayson said. “I’m not just going to ask her that’s boring. We’re the Dolan Twins, we don’t do boring” I said bravely. “Well, what're things she likes?” Gray asked. “She likes animals, stuffed animals, a little bit of romance, movies” I rambled on. “Ethan!” Gray shouted. “Why don’t we go to the mall and you can get her a build a bear of her favorite animal or whichever one you think is best. When you chose the noise you can do a personalized one. Then you can ask her with the build a bear then she can have it forever?” Grayson explained excitedly. “That is genius,Grayson!” I shouted. “Well I am the smarter twin” he smirked. “Fuck off, Gray”.

An hour later we were inside Build-a-Bear Workshop looking at the different options. There were cats, dogs, bunnies, and bears galore but I definitely think the monkey is the cutest. I got the monkey then we picked out its clothes. I found a hoodie that said “Be Mine” with a heart which is perfect and some jeans. So now we have the message part. I grab a customized one and think about how I should word it. I look at Grayson and he quirks up an eyebrow. “How should I ask her? Should I say Dear Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N? There are so many options!” I sighed frustratedly. “You pick the one you like it doesn’t matter how you ask it all accomplishes the same goal,” Grayson said and I nodded. He was right. I was thinking about it too much. I recorded my message then stuffed the monkey, bringing it to life. Then I dressed it and picked out its accessories then I checked out. “Y/N will be here in an hour so I am going to run to the store real quick then I will be back but if for whatever reason she gets here before I get back to make sure the monkey is hidden” I ordered Gray. “Ay ay captain,” he said.

Y/N’s POV I had plans with the twins but I wasn’t exactly sure what they were so I decided to text Ethan.

E, what are we doing tonight?

Hanging out at ours, why?

I was deciding what to wear.

Well, you’d look beautiful in anything but I’d suggest leggings and a cute shirt.

Why a cute shirt?

You’ll find out, just trust me. It’s a surprise!

Ethan, I don’t like surprises

Too bad!

I decided to listen to Ethan’s advice so I wore leggings which I’m 90% sure he only told me leggings so he could see my butt because he always rattles on about how nice my butt is, how nicely my hips curve with my body, and I just don’t see it but whatever, I guess. I began straightening my hair and as soon as that was done I got dressed and headed over to the twins’ house. I knocked on the door to be met with Grayson. “Ethan is finishing dinner but come in” Gray instructed. “Ethan made dinner? Is it safe to eat?” I asked. “I cooked the chicken, he boiled the noodles and made the sauce which I helped him with so it should be pretty good” Gray explained. I walked into their kitchen and saw Ethan with an apron. “I like a man who can cook” I smirked. “Well then maybe you should be talking to Grayson because this is a mess,” he said and I giggled. “Even if you can’t cook, I like you better than Gray. If you can’t cook, I can’t eat and I’ll lose some weight” I said. “Shut up, you’re perfect,” he said slightly angered. “To you maybe” I scoffed. “Nuh-uh, don’t do this. You know I always win” he threatened. He was right, he did always when we had these argumentative moments. Soon enough the food was done. We all sat down at the table and began eating our alfredo then I smelled a burnt smell. “Is something still on? It smells like something is burning” I asked. “SHIT! I forgot the garlic bread!” Ethan yelled rushing to the kitchen and pulling open the fuming oven. Small billows of smoke tapered out of the oven as Ethan coughed dramatically trying to get the smoke to dissipate. Ethan grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the scorched bread out of the oven. “Well, there goes that” he sulked. I left my spot at the table and walked over to him. “Hey, what’s wrong bub?” I asked. “I just wanted tonight to be perfect” he mumbled. “Ethan, if I expected you to be perfect I would’ve left by now. It’s ok. It’s just the bread, not the main course so let’s go finishing eating. We made it this far without the bread” I said rubbing his back then kissing his cheek. He smiled as we headed back to the table. “Thank you” Gray mouthed to me and I nodded in response. It was a little while later and Grayson was doing the dishes. “So, I got you something today,” Ethan said. “Ethan, you didn’t have to do that” I smiled. “Oh, but I did,” he said as he ran into the other room. A few minutes later he walks in with a box.  “These are for you and it’ll all make sense when you open the build-a-bear, put the shirt on the right way, and then press the right foot”. I opened the box to see a brown animal. I pulled it out to reveal a monkey with its shirt on the inside, some jeans, and a bouquet of red flowers. I took the shirt off then flipped it the right way and put it back on. I looked up at Ethan when the shirt read, “Be Mine” with a red heart. “Just wait” he mumbled. I pressed the right foot of the stuffed monkey to hear Ethan’s voice fill the room. “Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?” the message played. I looked up at Ethan and he was holding a bouquet of red roses just like the monkey had. I stood up from my chair hastily and wrapped my arms around Ethan’s neck. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Ethan,” I said into the crook of his neck and I felt his lips turn up into a smile. “Perfect”.

It’s a few hours later and we’re snuggled on the couch watching some movie that Grayson picked out which is bullshit because he’s already asleep. Ethan was half asleep tracing random shapes and figures on my hips and ass. “E, why do you like my body so much?” I asked. “What’s their not to like?” he asked. “Like everything” I retorted. “That’s where your wrong, pretty girl. Let’s sit up” he said. He laid at a 90-degree angle. His back against the arm of the couch with his legs stretched out. “C’mere. Sit on my lap” he instructed. “E, I’ll squish you” I whispered. “Hush, now sit down. I’ll be fine” he demanded. I sat down on his lap slowly. “Stop thinking that you’re not good enough for me when you’re more than good enough. I’m the one that isn’t good enough for you. I was terrified you’d say no to the monkey” he admitted. “Why would I say no?” I asked. “Being my girlfriend is more than just that. No matter whether we tell the fans they will find out. Some of them should go to the academy because they are damn good detectives. You’re going to be hated on for being with me but I have a feeling because you have more to offer” he smirked tracing his hand down my side. “That it’s going to be even worse and I just didn’t want that to scare you” he admitted his voice growing quiet as he finished the sentence. “Ethan, I’ve known who you and Gray were from the first time you came into the store. It’s hard living in LA and not knowing who you are. I know and understand the risks or I wouldn’t have agreed to your coffee date. Your fans don’t scare me. A lot of them show you and Grayson so much love and support but I know they are some that are just mean and envious of our relationship. I know that sometimes it’s not going to be easy or pretty but I also know that you nor Gray is going to let anything get too out of hand” I explained to him. “God, I’m so lucky” he groaned. “How long do you usually wait to announce your relationship? I’ve never had to announce it to the world” I asked. “I mean we don’t have to necessarily. They’ll figure it out” he answered. “Isn’t it easier to just tell them though?” I asked. “It is but let’s wait a bit. I want you to myself a little bit longer” he grinned.

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It’s three months later. The twins’ fans are definitely starting to catch on to Ethan and me. He comes to work and visits me on my lunch breaks at least once a week. We will go out and do things throughout LA and sometimes Gray will be with us. There are rumors flying all around social media so I think tonight when I hang out with him, I’ll take about us announcing it just to cushion the blow.

“Ethan!” I yelled as I walked into their home. He texted me earlier that he was in the shower and to just come in. I could still hear the water running so I laid on his bed and waited for him to finish up. Soon enough the door opened and I was met with a shirtless Ethan with nothing but a towel hanging on his hips,  dangerously low. His dark waves, even darker due to water meanwhile sticking to his clean forehead. His chest supporting droplets of water he either missed drying off or drops falling from his hair. “Baby, you’re drooling,” Ethan said breaking my focus. “I’m sorry, would you like me to come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, my hair dripping water droplets on my chest, and the clean scent surrounding me?” I shot back. “Uh, yeah. That’d be fucking great actually” he responded. “Damn it, Ethan” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, get dressed I want to talk to you,” I said. “Um, ok?” he pondered as he dropped the towel so I could see his bare ass. “C’mon babe, turn around” I chanted. “You’d like that wouldn’t ya?” he asked with a smirk. “I mean I sure as shit wouldn’t complain” I grinned as he pulled his boxers over his thighs and around his waist. “Well that was disappointing” I muttered which emitted a deep chuckle from my boyfriend.

He turned around after finishing getting dressed. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked. “I think it’s time we say something” I admitted. “Like about us..to the fans?” he questioned. “Yes, E. It’s only going to get worse the longer we wait, for all of us. You can just post something on Twitter or Instagram” I said. “You’re probably right” he agreed. Ethan grabbed his phone and within a few minutes I got an Instagram notification: Ethan Dolan has tagged you in a post. Well, this ought to be interesting.

I opened my Instagram app to be swarmed with notifications. People commenting, liking, and following me. I finally made my way to Ethan’s post. It was a picture of us, one I didn’t know he took. Well, I think Grayson took it. Anyway, it was a picture of us laying on the couch. My head was resting on his chest. I was tucked into his side using one of my arms as a pillow on top of E’s chest, my other arm draped across his stomach, and our legs were intertwined. I was asleep and he was looking down at me with a small smile on his face. I finally made my way to the caption. “Hey, guys so a little update. Some of you guys are like real life detectives and have figured out that there’s a woman in my life. Her name is Y/N. We’ve been together for the last three months and today she decided that we should tell you guys. Now, Y/N is not a model, a YouTuber, a singer, none of that. We met at the mall and I do not want you guys hating on her for who she is or how she looks. She’s absolutely beautiful to me and I will not hesitate to block the people hating on my girl. She’s got my heart, she has since day one (but don’t tell her that). With all of that said I hope you guys love and respect her as much as I do”. I looked over at Ethan as he scrolled through the comments. “Ethan,” I said slowly. “Yes, babe?” he asked. “Do you mean that?” I asked. “Mean what? That you’re beautiful?” he asked confused. “Do you love me?” I asked. “I never said that,” he said making his turtle man face. “Reread the last sentence of your caption, you dope,” I said and he skimmed through to the end. “I didn’t even realize I said it. Probably because I’ve thought it for a couple months now but I was too scared to say it” he admitted, his face turning red from embarrassment. “It’s ok, E. I love you too” I admitted. Before I knew it he had snaked his arms around my hips and grabbed my butt to lift me up a little higher. Before I had time to process what was going on he crashed his lips on to mine. Our lips moving in sync as he tried to gain access but I’d deny it every time until he decided to pinch my ass causing me to gasp so he could make his way in. I pulled away and looked him. He was wearing a disappointed look. “What was that for?” he pouted. “What do you think you’re doing, mister?” I asked.

“I wanted to kiss you and show you my love for you,” he said. “Should I post something on Instagram? Seems how I just gained thousands of followers” I asked. “If you want” he shrugged. So I grabbed my phone and reopened the Instagram app. I picked a picture of Ethan holding the monkey he got me three months ago when he asked me to be his girlfriend plus the roses he gave to me. Then I also found a video of the message from the monkey. “Gimme your phone,” I said and he handed it over. His lock screen was a picture of him, Grayson, and I then his homescreen was the picture he just posted on Instagram. I went to E’s twitter then tweeted “Who wants to see how cute of a bf Ethan is?-Y/N”. I returned his phone back to him then went back on mine. “So three months and a few days ago I came over for dinner with the twins. They had made chicken alfredo. We were enjoying our dinner when I smelled something burning. Ethan had left the garlic bread in the oven and totally scorched it because he was so nervous about the night. I eventually found out why he was nervous. He had gone to build-a-bear and made a monkey. The monkey wore a shirt that said “Be Mine” and also had a small bouquet of roses, then I pressed the message hearing Ethan asking me to be his girlfriend. I looked up and he was holding roses just like the monkey. I obviously said yes. Now don’t let his bad boy exterior fool you. He’s a softy and loves a little bit of romance just like the rest of us”.

“Babe, you’re giving away my secrets” he whined. “How so?” I asked. “The last sentence of your post” he scoffed. “The last sentence always gets us both in trouble, huh?” I asked. “I guess so” he smirked as he leaned down to kiss me once more. He then quickly pulled us back on the couch so I was on top of him. “Gray’s not going to be home until tomorrow. He is staying at Bryant’s” Ethan said. “Yeah, and what’s your point?” I asked. “I mean, I uh, don’t know if you’d want to uh” he stuttered. “Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?” I asked. “I mean only if you want to. We totally don’t have to, if you aren’t ready. It was just a suggestion” he explained. “I mean, I don’t know” I smirked as I began grinding down on him making him groan at the pressure. “Oh is that how we’re playing this?” he asked cocking his eyebrow curiously. “At least for now,” I said leaning down and kissing him hastily. Our lips battling for dominance and our tongues dancing around one another. His hands immediately going to my butt and massaging it as if his life depended on it. After a few more minutes of this, I pulled away. His lips plump, red, and swollen. His hair disheveled from me tugging on it as I drug my hips back and forth across his lap, making him grow harder with every motion. “You know I really don’t think our first time having sex should be on the couch,” I said only slowing but never stopping my actions. “Could you stop doing that, I can’t focus on what you are saying” he grumbled grabbing my hips and making them stop. “I said I think our first time having sex shouldn’t be on the couch, in the living room that you share with your brother” I added for extra clarification. “Fine then let’s take it to my room” he smirked. I got off him so we could go to his room. He stood up then smacked my ass. “Grant” I growled and he rolled his eyes. As we started walking he pushed me up against the wall kissing once more and taking my breast into his hand, massaging it. “We’re never going to make it, E” I groaned. “Shh, you’re catching on to me” he whispered as he pulled my shirt over my head revealing my bra. I went to cover myself but he grabbed both of my hands. “No, none of that. You’re beautiful” he said before kissing my forehead. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere.  “Well let me see just a little bit more of you,” he said reaching behind me and unsnapping my bra in one quick motion. He ducked his head down and wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, sucking and licking at the bud. He moved his lips over slightly reattaching his lips to my bare skin. Sure to leave a mark. A love bite, he was marking his territory. I’m his territory. We made our way into his room and before I knew it he grabbed me then backed me into his bed causing me to fall into it. He reached for the button of my jeans and undid it then unzipping my zipper slowly. “Ethan” I whined. “No, we’re going slow tonight. Next time, I will absolutely wreck you but tonight I’m proving that I love you no matter what” he promised and I felt a tear gather in my eye. I tried to blink it away but it just fell down my cheek. “ Why the tears, doll?” he asked. “I just never thought I’d find someone so attractive yet sweet and understanding. Someone who genuinely just loves me and doesn’t want to change a thing” I sniffled.

“Hey, I have way more clothes on than you do” I complained. “Well then let’s fix that” he smirked unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down past his thighs and down to his ankles as I watched him jump on one foot to get the other pant leg off him. He crawled back on top of me. “I’m not done with you yet” he growled dipping his head into the crook of my neck kissing me lightly. Then moving his way down my chest and wrapping his lips around my other nipple. Sucking a little bit harsher than last time. I began to moan under his touch. “C’mon, let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel” he whispers as he licks my nipple once more before kissing his way down my tummy. Before I knew it he was at the hem of my panties. “Do you want these off, pretty girl?” E asked. “Fuck, please” I groaned. He slipped my panties over my thighs and down my legs throwing them across the room. He started at my ankles kissing me slowly, dragging his lips from spot to spot, never losing full contact. He makes his way up my legs and stopping just above my knees. He drags his tongue up my thighs slowly, delicately almost reaching where I wanted him the most. “E, please” I begged. “Just wait, baby” he promised. He went back to my thigh and placed a kiss in the area where he stopped. He then began nipping and sucking at the area too. I wriggled at the pain but sighed at the simultaneous pleasure he was giving me. He finished then went to the other leg repeating his actions, sealing it with a hickey, making me yearn for him even more. “I’m going to get you ready, baby girl, ok?” he asked making eye contact with me and not looking away until I gave him an answer. “Yes, E. Please,” I said. He placed his thumb on my clit rubbing gently and I hissed at the contact that I’d been waiting so long for. Soon enough he stopped. “What do you want me to do next?” he smirked. “Your fingers, Ethan. I need your fingers” I whined as he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me. He was moving it so slowly that I needed more. “More, babe. I need more” I requested as he entered a second finger inside of my slowly then picking up his pace little by little. I peeked my eyes open to watch his head dip down. His tongue ran its way up my folds, over my center, then striking my clit causing me to moan loudly. “That’s my girl” he grinned as his tongue began rubbing circles over my clit. I reached my hand out for whatever it could reach. His hair, it lands in his hair as I tugged harshly causing him to moan into me, vibrations ringing through my whole body at the feeling. His tongue flicking over my clit in rhythms causing me to jerk then he suddenly wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves causing me to scream out. “Ah, oh my god” I yelled as I pushed my self down as his face at the contact. His fingers still making their way in out of me as his tongue and lips wrestled with my clit. “Do you want me to make you come like this?” he asked menacingly. “Please, Ethan” I begged. “Your wish is my command, baby girl” he smirked as he dove right back into where he was. Moving his tongue up and down my folds, his nose poking at my clit every so often, oh and his fingers, they were pulsing in and out my much faster now that I could barely handle it. Everything began to speed up all at once and my orgasm was building quickly. “You’re squeezing my fingers, doll. Are you close?” he muttered. “Fuck, yes. Please, E. Let me come” I begged. “You asked so nicely, so cum for me, baby. Let me taste your juices on my tongue” he permitted and that’s all it took for my orgasm to wash over me. “Ah, fuck. I’m cumming” I groaned as I released all over Ethan’s tongue and face. The mixture of gushing and slurping sounds below me only turning me on just as I was coming off of my high. “Pretty girl with just sweet tasting juices,” he said as he wiped his chin of the excess juice dripping down it. “You think you’re ready for the rest of me?” he asked. “More than ready” I smirked. He reached over to his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and then rolled it down his length. He rubbed his length up and down teasing me. “You ready?” he asked and I nodded. He lined himself up to my entrance and slowly pushed himself in never breaking eye contact. His eyes had a glint of something in them. His eyes were filled with love and lust. “God, you’re so beautiful” he groaned as he began to move slowly. “E, can you go faster?” I asked. “Of course, princess,” he said as he began bucking his hips a little bit quicker. “Oh, fuck” I groaned at the feeling. His hips moving so fluidly that every time he thrust inside of me he hit my g-spot causing me to whimper with every stroke. Soon enough I started moving my hips down to meet his. “Keep doing that, babe. Fuck” he grunted. Within a few more moments he stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “ I want you to be on top” he instructed. “Ethan, I-I’ll uh” I stuttered. “You won’t crush me. I am a big boy and I can handle it, now ride me” he ordered as he flipped us over. I grabbed his dick with my hand as I placed my legs on either side of him. I lined him back up with my entrance and slowly sank down on to him. I heard him groan as I slid down on his length. “Watching my dick disappear in your pretty little cunt is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time” he admitted as I slowly began bouncing myself up and down on his cock. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, sweet girl. Keep going, don’t stop” he encouraged which came out almost like a  desperate plea. I began picking up my pace, grinding and gyrating faster on top of him. “I’m close, Y/N” he grunted. Not going to lie the way his dick filled me up felt so nice. Like we were made for each other. As I was lost in my thought he grabbed my hips and began thrusting upward into me causing fireworks to erupt inside of me. “Oh my god, Ethan, don’t stop. Fuck” I groaned as my second orgasm of the night neared. He reached up and placed his thumb on my clit once again rubbing it in harsh, fast circles. It wasn’t long before I felt the rush of my second orgasm fall over me. “Oh, E-E-Ethan” I moaned as I came on top of him. “Yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N” he moaned at the rush of sensations.The feeling of me contracting and cumming on top of him sent him over the edge. Both of us breathing heavy from our orgasms as I laid on top of him, exhausted from the night’s actions. “We should’ve done this a lot sooner” I giggled. “Ya think?”

It’s about an hour later and we’re both snuggled into his bed watching some movie on Netflix. “That actress is so pretty,” I said. “So are you” he mumbled half asleep. “Whatever, E” I sighed. “Don’t whatever, E me. You are going to sit here and listen to what I have to say” he demanded and I nodded. He never really got angry. He was never a serious person so here we go. “I’m going to sit here and tell you all the reasons you are pretty and you are going to listen and like it, understood?” he asked and I nodded once again. “Starting with your hair, god I love it. I could play with it for hours or even days on end. Next your forehead, I love peppering your forehead with kisses. I can tell that you love it too because no matter what we’re doing, you smile” he said as he kissed my forehead thus making me smile. “See?” he said. “Now, your eyes. I get lost in your eyes. Lost in the thought of how you became mine. Your nose, another thing I love to press kisses to” he said placing a chaste kiss to my nose. “Oh, and then my favorite thing to kiss. Your lips, I could kiss your sweet, soft, and pink lips every day until my heart stops beating and I would never complain” as he pressed another sweet kiss to my lips. “Your chest,” he said as he began lowering himself down my body “I love watching your chest rise and fall with every breathe you take especially when you are sleeping next to me. Whenever you stop breathing for too long I start to panic until you breathe again. Now, your tummy which is one of your least favorite things but that’s ok,” he said as he fell to his knees so he was even with what he was talking about. “I love your belly because it’s apart of you and I love you. Maybe one day it will hold our little mini me’s and I’ll love you even more than I do now” he said as he kissed my tummy. “Now onto your hips, the way they curve into the rest of your body mesmerizes me. I love watching you walk and when your hips sway it makes me bit my lip every time because I know I am so lucky to have you” he said kissing each hip softly. “Then your ass I love when you can’t reach stuff in the cabinet. I love watching you struggle so I can see your butt strain against the counter until I walk over and help you. Now onto the next thing, when I said your lips were my favorite thing to kiss, I lied. This is my favorite thing to kiss” he smirked as I smack at his head lightly as he kissed the front of my underwear. “I absolutely loved making love to you tonight. Nothing made me happier than to see you above or below me, loving me as I love you. Now your legs, I gotta say I love these too. Why? Because they carry you to me every day and I absolutely adore that. I love your thighs and when you complain that every pair of pants you own ends up with a hole in the thigh because you have thick thighs but that’s ok because I love when you wrap them around my head when I’m-Ethan” I interrupted him and he chuckled. “Let’s not forget your arms. I love when they wrap around my neck and you look up at me like you’ve never wanted something more in your life” he explained. “Because I don’t” I whispered. “Me either” he whispered back as we heard the door shut. He stood up and wrapped me up in his arms.”You wanna know the best part of all this?” he asked. “What’s the best part?” I asked back. “That you are all mine” he grinned. 

“Y/N? E?” Grayson yelled as he walked through the house. He was wearing nothing but boxers and I was in a t-shirt and panties. Soon enough Grayson opened Ethan's door. “Why are your guys’ clothes-nevermind” he stopped himself as he shut the door making Ethan and I chuckle. “We’re done now, Gray!” E shouted. “Have been for a while now!” I added. “Well then pick up your damn sex clothes!” Grayson huffed as we opened the door and went to pick up our clothes. “I thought you were staying at Bryant’s?” Ethan asked his brother. “Yeah, and I thought you two were watching movies not making babies” Grayson scoffed. “He used a co-don’t finish that sentence” Grayson warned and we laughed. “I’m going to bed” Grayson sighed “You two keep it down” he added. “Oh ETHAN” I moaned in joking kind of way as Grayson slammed his door shut. “He’s just mad he’s not getting any” Ethan said. We walked back into his room and crawled into bed. I turned so my face was buried in his chest. I looked up at Ethan and said, “I love you, thank you”. “For what?” he asked. “Making me feel comfortable in my own body” I admitted. “Of course, pretty girl and I love you too,” he said as he kissed me goodnight. “Goodnight, Ethan,” I said as my eyes fluttered shut. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said as he placed a final kiss to the top of my head as I fell asleep in his embrace.

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Colours - Chapter 2 (Ethan Dolan Series)

Y/N/N - Your nickname

Y/E/C - Your eye colour

Word Count: 1623

           I listened to Sam go on about how her summer sucked because of how her parents said that she needed to find a job to pay the gas for her car if she wanted to use it and she couldn’t seem to find a job for the life of her. I hear the microwave start its row of continuous beeps, signalling to me that the popcorn was ready, I take it out as Charlie grabs two bowls and I pour an equal amount into each.

“How was your summer Y/N?” Sam peered over at me as she popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. I shrugged and muttered a ‘same old same old’. Charlie then cut in, “You should ask how her first day went.” His eyebrows wiggled at me and I sent him a challenging smile, as if to tell him if he said anything else I would tackle him. “Why what happened?” Jenny pops her head over the couch and looks at me with confusion. My cheeks start to heat up, “Nothing happened, Charlie was playing.” Sam gives me her infamous smirk, which tells me she figured it out. “Who is he?” I sigh but smile widely, picturing his perfect features. “His name is Ethan, he’s the new kid, the one with a twin brother.” Sam giggled and jumped off her stool and attacked me with a hug “My baby is growing up!” I laughed at her over dramatic self and hugged her back. “It’s nothing serious, he just picked up my books and introduced himself, that’s all.” Sam pulled away and put her hands on my cheeks, “He totally likes you! I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous!” I scuffed and turned my head away, moving myself from her grip and grabbing the popcorn bowls and sitting on the couch.

“I’m serious, you are gorgeous Y/N/N” I rolled my eyes and quickly changed the subject, I don’t like receiving compliments, I never believe any of them. “What movie are we watching?”

After the movie, Charlie, Jenny and Sam all went home, I retreated back to my room after visiting with my parents for a little bit after they got home late.  I browsed on my laptop for a few hours but the nagging feeling about what Carter said and what happened with Jason, my mind starts to overwhelm itself with thoughts and questions about what happened that night and if what I did was right. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I put my hands over my face, I wiped the ever-flowing tears and decided that it was best if I went on a walk to get my mind off everything.

Sneaking out of my room, I grab my key and quickly slip out of the door, locking it behind me. I wonder through the dark, 2am chill of a September night. As I walk I observe the trees as they sway with the wind, and the sounds of the crickets chirping through the night helped my mind easy it’s way into happier thoughts. My mind soon wonders to Ethan, his small smiles he gives me, they melt my heart and make my world spin faster. Everything bout him was so perfect, like he was an angel sent here to make me happy for once. I soon realize that I had been walking for an hour and a half and I decide to head back home. As soon as I get home I crash, as soon as my head hit the pillow I fall into a deep sleep, still in my clothes from the day before.

I wake up to my mother telling me that if I didn’t get up soon I would be late, I groan and slip out of my bed, not having the energy to put effort into how I looked today. I threw on some sweats and I fitted black crop top hoping that it didn’t look too bad. I caught a glimpse of how tired I looked in the mirror and groaned, deciding on a little makeup to make me look even a tad less dead.

I pulled into a parking spot and ran into the school, praying that I was in time for warning bell, which thankfully, I was. I put everything in my locker and take out what I needed for English, speed walking my way to class so I would just make it. I slipped into the class just as the bell rang. I walked over to my desk, catching Ethan’s beautiful smile, quickly giving him a lazy one, and slumping into my seat. I rest my head in my hands, somewhere between getting up late this morning and running to class I developed a headache. I shut my eyes and rub my temples, hoping for an reason, that it goes away. I guess Ethan noticed my pain, scribbling on a small piece of paper, then he placed it on my desk, I looked down at it ‘I have some Advil in my locker if you want some’ I smiled and grabbed a pen of my own and scribbled a ‘yes, that would be amazing, thank you!’ I quickly passed the note to him, watching as he read it, a smile adorned his features. He began to write on the other side if the paper, then passed it back to me, ‘rough morning?’ I thought back to why I was so tired, then I jotted my response down and handed the note back ‘you don’t even know the half of it Eth’ my mind went crazy after I had written down the nickname, hopefully he wasn’t put off by it, as I sit there worrying, he handed me his reply ‘Eth? I like it. Keep calling me that, peach’ I smiled up from the note, just as the bell rang. “See ya Peaches.” Ethan smiled down at me as he followed his friends, I grabbed my things and went through the rest of my day, but oh boy, was it taking a turn for the worst, my headache turned into a migraine, I learned that Charlie had gotten into a fight with some guys who picked on his little brother Shane, and Carter has started muttering things under his breath every time he passes me making my anxiety spike.

I was very thankful when lunch time came around, hoping I could sit and talk with Sam and Jenny peacefully. I sat at our lunch table, starting to eat my food, listening to Sam talk with Jenny about some project they had for chemistry, that was until I got roped into the conversation. “Y/N, have you talked to Ethan today?” I look to Jenny and nod, “Yeah he was passing notes with me in English.” Sam snorted which caused my attention to shift to her. “Passing notes? What are you two, 8, living in the 50’s?” I rolled my eyes at her and continued to tell them what the notes said, which caused another comment to shoot out of Sam’s mouth. “Oh, so that’s why you look like shit today?” I glared at her, and without any words, picked up my stuff and left the table, going straight to my locker, but I guess someone noticed me leave. I open my locker and shoved everything in it, I grabbed my phone, ignoring all the confused texts I was getting from Sam and Jenny and the concerned ones Charlie was sending. Scrolling through Instagram to calm my nerves, I don’t notice that Ethan was walking towards me with a worried look playing on his face. “Hey Peaches, you okay?” my head whips up and I send him a weak smile, “Yeah, I’m just having a bad day is all.” He looks into my eyes, probably trying to search for an answer to the unspoken question that he wants to ask but doesn’t want to push. “Do you want a hug?” he opens his arms for me and I gladly take the hug, taking in his woodsy scent, my arms wrap tightly around his waist and his hand gently rubs my back, we stayed like that until I let go. “Are you sure your okay?” his eyes searched mine again but this time he saw a slight sparkle in my Y/E/C orbs. “Yeah, I am now, thank you, I guess I just needed a hug.” He showed me his bright smile and I smiled back at him, his smile was so contagious. “Can I see your phone for a minute?” I nod and hand him my phone, “What for?” “So, if you ever want to talk, or just need another hug, you can text me.” He looked up and gave me a cheeky smile which I returned as he handed me back my phone, just in time for the bell to ring, he sent me a toothy grin and jogged to his locker.

I checked my phone to see the messages that were in the group chat as I walked to class, seeing that Sam was sorry about picking fun at me and that she didn’t mean it, she was just trying to make me laugh with her twisted sense of humor. I forgave her and went about my day, with an unwipeable smile on my face.

Just as I was leaving my locker to go home, my phone buzzed, I looked down to see a text from ‘Hug Buddy Eth’, ‘Hey Peaches, hope those smiles are real’ I smile even wider, if that’s possible, and reply with ‘They are very real, and they are thanks to you!’ I walk to my car and drive home, going straight to my room, I end up texting Ethan for the rest of the night.

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#30dayDAchallenge

Day 9: Social

Aka Darva and Eth are going to fight The Man

Darva Lavellan: 

He’s Dalish which probably looks kinda like poverty to those outside their way of life. Like, you have to get your food for yourself, making everything yourself, you live in a wagon or a tent, etc. Of course it isn't poverty in the sense of how they think about it.

He doesn’t think about it until he leaves the clan and he encounters all these human things. Like, taverns, large roofs overhead, food from a kitchen, etc. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s kinda miffed and hates all the differences. He doesn’t like the roof because he can’t see the stars or the moon, the food tastes funny, etc.

And the SOCIAL ASPECT. It’s like he’s a bad kind of famous wherever he goes. Everyone remarks about him being dalish and asks him all the questions. Like: “What are you tattoos for?” “Do the Dalish steal children?” “Do you really live in tents and wagons?” It doesn’t stop. He gets to where he doesn’t respond or he tells each person who asks the same question wildly different and conflicting answers.

Then there are just the assholes and the people who have kicked him out, called him slurs, etc. He remembers well the first person who was raging so awful about him being an elf that their eyes were bulging and they were spitting as they were screaming.

It stung something awful; so awful he was stuck so bad between crying and laughing that he just kinda did nothing. Although the second they laid a hand on him, it was wrist grabbed, arm twisted and forced to their knees.

Once all the Herald stuff started, people would look at him with polite disdain or like he was some exotic plaything. That’s worse than the screaming and yelling in his face. It puts him in a position where he can’t do anything but suffer. He can’t speak up or he comes off as rude since they were being polite about it. The plaything is the worst for him; it makes his spine crawl and sick to his stomach.

(Although, during the Winter Palace, some guy was looking at him like that and he just seductively reached into his outfit and pulled out a knife, giving him a look like if he got close enough to try anything that his knife would find his gut fifteen times and no one would be the wiser. He’s not a plaything to be oogled.)

Along those lines, he attempts some level of nicity around those of higher classes. He plays along and acts how he’s expected to act. He’ll laugh at the jokes, make small talk, be casual. Inside, he hates nobility as much as Sera does. He hates systems of power that take advantage of people lower than him. Living in the slums and alienages after leaving the clan told him that no on up top cares for those at the bottom.

He doesn’t treat anyone lower than himself, unless they deserve it. (Like Corphypenis and other such cretins.)

After the main events of Inquisition, he uses this view of him to his advantage quite a bit. He spends a lot of time traveling and most places know he’s coming. The nobles want to kiss his boots to gain his favor, but he’s more interested in the small children on the edge of the crowds. Particularly the little elvish children. They mean so much to him.

(He met a small elvish girl in a town in Orlais who suddenly ran up to him and gave him flowers. He quickly stopped her though and pulled a flower from the bunch, tucking it behind her ear. He called her the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he’d never seen a child smile so big. He thinks about her a lot.)

As far as education goes, he knows how to read and write to an extent. He doesn’t enjoy either due to his dyslexia making words hard to read and writing is hard with his missing fingers. Despite that, he’s pretty well read. Livonah and Fisk would read to him a lot. Dorian will read to him as well, even if it’s just some book on magical theory. He likes the sound of his voice.

Eth Tabris:

She’s got a pretty minimal education; she knows how to read and write and has a pretty good general knowledge about things due to the small schooling they receive in the Alienage by their Hahren. She loves to read though and has picked up several books along their journey. She had few in the Alienage and the ones she did have were the ones she’d read a bunch already.

She’s pretty low in social status as far as humans are concerned. (Living in a walled off section of a city filled with violence will do that.) The Warden’s gave her a big boost in that regard; she’s respected for once as a fighter and a soldier, rather than a woman and elf. She feels really guilty about it at first. Like, she left everyone else behind and is doing a lot better than them (objectively).

She gets angry when people point out that she’s a woman and a elf in a negative light, like it’s supposed to be a bad thing. Like: “I’m a big Grey Warden and all you can think about me is that I’m a woman and an elf?”

Nobles can get bad about it, so she doesn’t hold them in very high regard. They’ve always treated her like trash, so she has no reason to treat them with good standing. Respect is earned. She actually really likes knowing that she’s the whispered about Dark Wolf who stole a bunch of their noble shit. Makes her feel all Robin Hood like. (Or like the Thedas equivalent.)

She deals with them in a more acceptable way in Awakening AU because she’s required to. She’s gotta keep the nobles on her land pleased even if she doesn’t like it. She’s a bit of a b*tch about it when her fuse is especially short, but she reluctantly deals with them. She’s more keen to protect the lands and the common folk more than the nobles; its only standard she’s kept for herself.

She understands those living in lower classes and has a lot of empathy for them. She’s not afraid to help those who need it with a few coins. She gave the boy in Lothering a silver to get food because she knew his mother was probably dead. She gave the people in her alienage money to stay put because she wasn’t losing more of her family. She takes care of those who have faced the same issues she has.