#he could also have a one sided crush on Ethan I feel like that would be entertaining

[saltyfilmmajor]

Clarence Hardback listening to Mayores by Becky G on repeat

[w2soneshots]

Roommates -W2S

words: 1.3k+

warnings: smut, light angst.

summary: you and Harry spend lockdown together in your own little flat that’s located next to the sidemen house. Eventually Harry catches feelings and the unexpected (yet very overdue) happens.

notes: heyy🫶🏼. My lockdown fic got so much love so I’m hoping you’ll all enjoy this one just as much! This request is so iconic. Don’t forget to reblog!!😚🤍

I've known the boys since I was young. I went to school with Tobi and Josh then when youtube came around we started playing games together. Soon they had created one of the biggest groups on youtube and I was their most requested guest. I have a great relationship with all of them and immediately hit it off with Freya and Talia.

Last month the uk went into a full lockdown. Josh, Freya, Simon, Talia, JJ and Vik were already living in the same house but Tobi, Ethan, Harry and myself packed our things and also moved in. Because we didn't want to be trapped in the middle of London alone. But since there aren't enough bedrooms for all of us, we flipped a coin to decide who would stay in the small granny flat at the end of the garden. Me and Harry ended up winning and I was actually really happy that I would only be sharing my space with one other person instead of nine.

At the beginning it was going great. Everyone was a little fed up with the fact we couldn't leave the house but we were lucky enough that we have a huge garden that makes you feel a little less claustrophobic. Me and Harry are getting along really well. We have separate bedrooms but share a bathroom, which can be slightly annoying at times.

One night I sat on the small couch in our living room/kitchen. Harry clicked open the door after coming back from filming with the boys. "Hey. How'd it go?" I asked, glancing up from my phone. "Uh- good." He replied plainly. My brows furrowed "are you okay?" I stood from the sofa. "Huh? Yea fine." He quickly entered his room then closed the door. I was a little confused but just assumed he was tired and didn't feel like talking.

The next night the same thing happened. He practically avoided me for an entire week. Until I'd had enough. I hesitated as I went to knock on his bedroom door. I took a deep breath then knocked my hand against the painted wood. "Harry?!" I heard a frustrated huff then the door cracked open. "Yes?" "Uhh, can we talk please?" I asked quietly. He looked down at the floor then left his room. We walked towards the kitchen and each sat down on one of the breakfast stools.

"Listen. I don't know if I did something to upset you but we're living together you can't just keep avoiding me. If you have something to say then just spit it out!" My voice raised as I spoke the last sentence. His jaw ticked. He looked me in the eyes, then his gaze flickered down to my lips. My breath hitched, my palms began to sweat and my heart beat so fast I thought it might pop out of my chest. The next few seconds were the slowest yet fastest of my life. He lent in and kissed me. Harry fucking Lewis kissed me. The boy I've known for so many years. The boy I've had a crush on since I was sixteen. But all this time I assumed he didn't feel the same so I suppressed the feelings as best I could.

I moved forward to place my hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer to me. As we broke away to breathe we rested our foreheads on each other's. We kept eye contact as he desperately placed his hands at my waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. He stood between my legs as he kissed me, hard. "Harry..." I moaned as he began kissing down my neck. He pulled my hoodie over my head revealing the small white cotton bralet I had on underneath. His eyes flickered from my chest back up to my eyes. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked, with his hands by his sides. "Please Harry, please." I begged. He took that as a yes so quickly fumbled to remove his shirt.

He pulled me off the counter then carried me towards his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his torso. I kissed his shoulder gently as he walked. He groaned as we approached the bedroom. "I need you Harry." I whimpered as he lay me down on his soft sheets. The room was dark so I could only barely make out his figure stood before me. I could hear shuffling then my pants along with my underwear were being pulled down in one fail swoop. I gasped as he moved over me so his dick was just inches away from my soaking wet cunt. He gently wiped the hair from my face then attached his lips back to mine. "You ready?" He asked between wet kisses. "So ready."

After that night we continued to have sex regularly. We weren't sure what we were even labelled as yet so we decided to keep it a secret from everyone else. Thank god we were at the end of the garden or we would have a problem. I'm not exactly sure how the other couples in the house were managing to have a sex life. But me and Harry were so loud. We did it in every possible room, kitchen counter, sofa, shower, his bedroom, my bedroom. I think we were just so bored that the only thing to do was have sex.

Almost two months after that night he asked me to be his girlfriend. It was actually really romantic. He cooked me dinner in our kitchen, bearing in mind it wasn't the nicest pasta I've had but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that he was officially mine and I was his.

Once the lockdown was fully lifted life seemed to return to (somewhat) normal. Tobi, Ethan, Harry and I moved out and moved back into our own apartments. We hadn't actually talked about what we were going to do once the lockdown ended. I obviously knew I still wanted to be with him but the realisation suddenly hit me that I was actually dating one of my best friends. One night Harry asked if we could tell everyone and I wasn't sure what to say. We decided that we would wait a little longer until I felt one hundred percent ready.

A month went by and we still hadn't told anyone. I lay in bed next to Harry, the sun shone through the blinds and I was completely naked, from last night's events. I slowly opened my eyes to see Harry looking at me. "Hi." I whispered sleepily. "Do you like me?" He asked. I wasn't expecting that. I pushed myself up so I was leaning on my forearm. "What? Of course I like you." I lent in to kiss him but he gently pushed me back. "Well why don't you want anyone to know about us?" His face was serious. I sighed then placed my hand on his cheek. "I just- well- I've known you since we were teenagers and I- I don't want to mess this up. I don't wanna lose you." I finally admitted. His face softened then he lent in to kiss me. "I love you y/n." He whispered. My heart warmed. "I love you too." "I've wanted to say that for a while but I had to make sure you felt the same." He kissed me again.

The next day Harry brought me along to a sidemen shoot. "So, me and Harry have been- um- daiting for a while." I announced. They didn't seem to be very shocked. "Yea we figured that out when I went to ask if you wanted something from Nando's, since you weren't answering your phones, and I heard some... strange noises." Ethan explained with a chuckle. My face turned bright red. "Oh my god." I buried my face into Harry's shoulder.

[auras-moonstone]

hi i cant tell u how excited i am everytime i get your notifications 😭😭 also i know if i send a rec you'll do an amazing job so i'm requesting one rn i hope u like it!

barista y/n and ethan landry who are coworkers after class, they're always teasing eachother and there is some (light) flirting

y/n hasn't realized yet how attractive he is, until he passes behind her grabbing her waist to get on the other side of the counter to get an order.

it's not rlly a plot but GOD i'm imagining ethan in his tight little polo shirt and the apron around his waist, his front curls w a little bit of sweat onto them while he makes coffee..... i'm so weak 😭

thank you so much😭🥺 i was so excited to write this! love the concept so so much. hope you like it 🫶🏻

glitch — ethan landry

word count: 1,747

pairing: barista!ethan landry x barista!fem!reader

summary: ethan has a crush on his co-worker, and she doesn’t reciprocate that crush until one touch changes everything.

warnings: a bit suggestive, but no smut

TRUTH WAS, ETHAN HAD BEEN SIMPING HARD FOR Y/N SINCE HIS VERY FIRST DAY OF WORK. How could he not when she had that graceful smile on her face that made every customer weak in the knees? Ethan clearly wasn’t not the exception, he could work-ship the ground she walked on. But the attraction was very much one-sided.

It wasn’t that he was invisible to her, but she just didn’t see him the way he wanted to. They did flirt a bit, but while he did it with the intention of making her notice him in a romantic way, she only did it for fun, there weren’t any second intentions involved. Besides, Ethan had to watch every day the way boys would hit on her and asked for her number and how she wrote it in the palm of their hands. It broke his heart knowing she would never see him in another light.

“How many times did you have to write your number in someone’s hands today?” Ethan asked faking a laugh as they closed the cafe.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully “Today was a chill one, so not much.”

“Have you ever gone on a date with any those guys?” he asked curiously. She never talked about going on dates, or never mentioned she was seeing or texting someone.

Y/N looked at him with surprise eyes. “Eth, please tell me you don’t believe I actually hand in my number that easily.”

“Wait what?”

The girl laughed, and punch him in the arm lightly. “You do think that! God, Ethan. I give them fake numbers. I don’t want random people texting me.”

“Can’t you just say no?” Ethan asked confused.

“I don’t want them to feel bad.” she shrugged.

“So you give them fake numbers and make some strangers let them know the pretty barista gave them a fake number?” Ethan asked incredulously.

Y/N grimaced “Okay, that sounds bad too, but I least I don’t have to see their rejected faces and they don’t get turned down in public.”

Ethan laughed, and the pressure on his chest evaporated. Was it crazy that he felt relieved by this new information? A bit. “So that means that I shouldn’t bother to ask for your number?” he acted disappointed.

Y/N chuckled. “Econ geniuses are my weakness, so I would never give you a fake number.”

Ethan blushed and shoved her “Shut up! I’m not an Econ genius.”

“Anyone who passes that dreadful class is a genius in my eyes” she said, shoving him back. “Let me give you my number, but don’t ghost me, okay?”

“I would never.”

“Good, cause you’d break my heart.” she joked, writing down her real number on his palm. Her hand felt so good on his, Ethan wished she would never let go. “There you go. Text me, we should hang out outside of work.”

“Really?” Ethan’s eyes shone and his heart started doing cartwheels.

“Of course, Eth. I actually like being around you” she smiled softly. Ethan would definitely mark that day as the best day of his life. “I can set you up with someone and we can go on a double date!” his face fell. So much for hoping. “Or, we can do something just the two of us. Now that I think about it, we don’t actually know much about the other. What a fake friendship we have.”

Friendship. That’s all he was ever going to have with her, and he needed to come in terms with it. Y/N was amazing, and he should be lucky to have her around, even if it was just as a friend.

Although, on a wednesday morning, the turning point happened. The university’s cafe was completely packed, and so they had to work ten times faster than usual. Stress filled the air of the small shop.

“Ugh, stupid machine! You had to choose this day to work like shit?” Y/N groaned, hitting the coffee machine. The coffee poured down slowly, and knowing it was going to take ages for the cup to be filled, she took one step backwards in frustration.

Ethan, who was trying to get to the other side to deliver a drink, bumped into her. Being in a rush, he almost made her lose her balance when they collided, but he grabbed her by the waist just in time to steady her. “Sorry! Are you okay?”

Y/N wanted to say yes, but she was not okay. Not because he had hurt her, but because the feeling of his big hand on her waist left her speechless. It produced a glitch on her body, a malfunction that caused her brain to not be able to utter a single syllable. She only managed to nod before setting her eyes on the coffee machine as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet.

For the rest of the stressful shift, Y/N found herself sneaking glances towards the tall boy every time she could. She couldn’t help it, her eyes diverted on their own and every time Ethan would pass by her, her whole body tensed and yearned for one more touch.

Ethan’s electric touch had been like a bug that altered her whole system. How in the world did she not notice him like that before? The way his cute polo shirt hung to him like a second skin—giving him the look of a hot nerd that Y/N was now a complete sucker for—, the way he adorably frowned in concentration as he prepared a drink, or the way his beautiful curls sticked to his forehead because of the sweat—honestly, she had no idea sweaty men could be that attractive. That’s what Ethan Landry was. He was so fucking attractive, and now that Y/N saw it, it took her lots of self-control not to push him against the counter and kiss the hell out of him.

“Tough shift, right?” Ethan said as they cleaned the now empty cafe.

Her gaze dropped down to his arms, his biceps flexed as he cleaned the counter. He was so hot. “Yeah.”

“What’s wrong with you today? You seemed off the entire day.” he asked confused.

“Nothing, I’m just really tired.” she said casually, forcing herself to look away from him.

“God, yes. My body is about to collapse.” he groaned as he stretched his arms. The action cause his shirt to ride up, showing a bit of his lower stomach.

Y/N’s grip on the cloth tightened as she felt the heat growing between her legs. I get it, I’m an idiot for not noticing how hot he is! Stop torturing me, she said to her hormones. “Same.”

Ethan laughed. “Seriously, what’s going on? Do you feel sick? You’re flushed, your face is really red. Do you have a fever? I can finish cleaning, you can go home, or wait for me and I’ll drive you.”

And he was so fucking sweet too. She wanted to rip her heart out and give it to him. “No, I’m okay.”

But Ethan didn’t believe her, so he walked towards her and cup her cheeks, making her breath hitch. “You’re not. What are you not telling me?”

Y/N sighed, he was not going to let go. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

“I wanted to know, now I need to know. Tell me.”

“I’m horny, okay?” she blurted out in an exasperated tone. “And it’s your fault!”

“W-what?” he took one step back, eyes widened.

“Yes, you put your hand on me today and I can’t just stop thinking about your long fingers on the curve of my waist. And you won’t believe half the things I’ve seen inside my head since. You have been driving me crazy the whole day”

Ethan’s mouth was dry. At first, he thought she was messing with him, but her shiny glossy doe eyes were telling him a different story. She wanted him. “Try me. No, actually, show me.”

And it was then when the cafe’s temperature raised, when lust filled the air and their bodies turned warm with need. Five seconds later, Y/N fastened herself to him with a stitch—she grabbed Ethan by the collar of his polo, and tugged him down to met her lips in one ferocious kiss. She walked him backwards until his lower back hit the edge of the counter. He moaned both in pain and excitement.

The girl sneaked her hand down his shirt and felt his toned abs, groaning in delight against his lips. “So fucking hot. I need you.”

Ethan grabbed her by the forearms to change positions and then turned Y/N around so that her back was against his front and her stomach pressed against the marble counter.

He bit her earlobe and then started dragging his wet lips down the skin of her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. His veiny rough hands slipped inside her shirt, exploring the skin of her stomach and then they settled on her waist, giving them a squeeze. “You liked this, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” she replied breathlessly, resting the back of her head on his chest.

“Isn’t this better though?” he asked huskily on her ear as he trailed his fingers upwards, cupping her breasts. “No bra? Lucky me.”

“Eth…” she moaned, clenching her thighs, desperate have him inside her.

Noticing that, Ethan used his right leg to spread her thighs apart. “Bend over the counter, love.” he commanded, raising her skirt up to her hips and unbuckling his belt. “Be a good girl and moan my name.”

When they left the cafe, they were both still flushed by the dirty and hot encounter they had. Ethan still couldn’t comprehend how the day ended—he had walked inside the cafe that morning, the idea of fucking Y/N didn’t even cross his mind because he knew he had no chance. And now he was leaving with his hand intertwined in hers.

Y/N, on the other hand, didn’t even want to think about her life before that shift, when she wasn’t at Ethan’s mercy, when she didn’t know he kissed slowly and with passion, that he was a very dirty talker, that his touch felt like heaven, that he loved being praised as much as he loved praising, that he made the hottest sounds and that even though he had been attractively rough during sex, he was a fucking sweetheart after it, making sure she wasn’t in pain and had a good time. Now, Y/N was all about Ethan Landry.

[poemcal]

helloo, I would like to make a request for Todd. where the reader is cheeky and flirts with him during breaks, but also leaves him small poems where she confesses her love. He feels the same way but she doesn't know it, and he confesses it to her one day when he hears her crying under a tree because she felt that he would never like her, and that she felt stupid trying to make him like her.

by the way, i love how you write and I fell in love the first time I saw Ethan Hawke in the movie😭😭💖

warning: none, too fluffy maybe!!

summary: how bad can it be having a crush on your classmate? Leaving poems in his desk, just as secretly as he is in love with you.

a/n: a long one, that's it, please clap for me A WHOLE THREE HOURS WRITING THIS 😭😭😭 hope you liked it!!! AND TY FOR YOU WORDS AND SAME I FELL FOR ETHAN IN THIS MOVIE TOO 😭😭🤍

✿ I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME? : TODD ANDERSON

Every day you wait for Todd and his group of friends during breaks, since you didn’t share any classes with him. At first, you were friends with Pitts, and then you became close with all of them, except Todd. One day after classes, you saw him sitting alone. He always seemed like a bundle of nerves, but you liked that about him. You snuck up on him until you were right by his side.

“Writing for English?” Your voice made him jump in his seat, and he looked at you, startled.

“Y-yeah. I mean, no,” he stammered at first, closing his notebook and glancing around as if searching for help.

“I heard the classes are very... strange?”

Todd looked at you, almost offended, and shook his head. “It’s more than that. It’s like a lifestyle.”

“Wow. I’d like to be there, then,” you said with a smile, sitting beside him and glancing at how his hands were clinging to his pants, holding onto his comfort zone.

“You should. Why aren’t you? Aren’t we in the same year?” he asked with an honest curiosity that made you smile. It seemed like he was interested in you, in a way.

You nodded. “We are, but I got assigned a different teacher. Old-fashioned and boring, but he reads us beautiful poems,” you admitted, and for the first time, Todd smiled—just at you.

“You read poetry?”

“Of course! Although we read a bit of everything, it’s always Shakespeare.”

“Mr. Keating prefers Whitman, I guess.”

Since that conversation, you would find yourself approaching Todd during every break, taking the opportunity to give him small hints about your feelings toward him, which only grew stronger. The others could notice what you were doing, but Todd? Todd always seemed to be too caught up in his thoughts, never really in the moment, but still, you liked him more.

"Todd!" You shouted from across the campus and ran in his direction. Todd blushed at feeling so many eyes on him, but still, he stopped and waited for you. "Thanks for coming over," you said, laughing, and stopped by his side, letting your lungs take in a bit of air.

"‘I-I’m sorry!’ He would say, embarrassed to feel so clumsy just watching you run.

"It’s okay" you said with a smile, stepping closer. "On Monday, I’ll have a presentation" you started shyly, and Todd looked at you, confused. ‘I’ll have to recite a poem.’

"Do you want help?’" he asked, with a voice as delicate as always.

"No! I mean, I would loved that, but I already have one, I just... I don’t know, I thought maybe you could come watch me.’

Todd paused for a few seconds, then snapped back to reality and nodded. "Of course. I don’t think I have anything to do. J-just tell me the time, and I’ll be there." He never looked you in the eyes for long. For a few seconds, his eyes would meet yours, then he would find something less invasive to focus on. But you liked it.

"At four. Library. If you go, you should bring me some roses."

"I-i should?" Todd nervously looked around. "I'll have to grab some from here, then."

You laughed. "Bring some pretty ones."

"Aren't all flowers pretty?"

You nodded. "You're right. I should be more specific. Bring ones that won't make me sneeze all day."

"You're allergic? Then why would you ask me to bring flowers?"

You shrugged. "Because they're pretty. The gesture will be sweet, too," you said, winking at him, making Todd blush slightly.

After that conversation, you began leaving little notes with poems written for Todd under his desk every day without fail. You would hide behind the door, watching his reaction from the hallway. His pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, a shy smile he failed to hide, and his hands hurriedly stuffing the notes into his pockets made you completely happy. You wondered if he kept them for himself and hid them somewhere special.

Weeks went by, and your moment to recite in the library finally came.

When it was your turn to step up, you held the paper in your trembling hands, and your eyes instinctively searched for that blonde hair, but failed. Todd hadn’t shown up. You sighed in disappointment and recited your poem. The room filled with applause and cheers, and people praised you all the way back to your seat. As you walked back to your dorm, you saw him. Todd Anderson was sitting on the grass with the other poets laughing, and suddenly, it all made sense. He didn’t like you.

Todd looked at you, his eyes wide open, but you simply turned away and headed toward the solace of your dorm.

The next days, the notes on his desk stopped appearing, taking with them Todd’s excitement to arrive early to class just to read them. From then on, you also avoided Todd at all costs, not wanting to see his face, wishing to forget him. But he remained etched in your mind and heart, as important as a commandment and as necessary as the air in your lungs.

But you never cried, instead, you were angry at yourself for your foolish efforts to win his affection, which ultimately amounted to nothing. That changed one afternoon when you were sitting under a tree, far from Welton. The wind played with your hair, and the orange sunlight on your face heightened your emotions, and you ended up crying.

Footsteps startled you, and as you looked up, there he was. Todd. His face, worried and exhausted as always, but this time, his eyes held an unusual brightness.

He knelt in front of you, his face full of concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hesitant hands hovering in the air, unsure whether to touch you.

You nodded. "Yeah, go away, Todd."

"No, you're not," he murmured, watching as you swallowed your tears and avoided his gaze.

"I am. It's nothing, okay?"

"Come on, you can tell me," he whispered, something inside him knowing it was his fault, yet still gathering the courage when he saw you crying under that old tree.

"Todd, just—"

"I'm sorry," he blurted out, interrupting you. "I didn’t mean to miss your presentation. It’s just that—"

"You don’t have to make excuses, Todd. Really. You could’ve just said no," you murmured, letting out a tired sigh.

"No! I wanted to go. It's just... I wanted to find flowers for you, but I couldn’t. I asked the guys for help. At three! But time passed, and we failed. I’m sorry," he stammered, his hands fidgeting in a silent war with each other.

"Todd. It was sweet of you to try. But it's okay, I forgive you. That’s not why I’m like this, so don’t feel bad," you said, your voice as strained as Todd’s, which wasn’t usual for you.

"Then what is it? Y-you can trust me, I promise," he said, sitting in front of you, moving a few inches closer.

"It's silly," you said, playing with the long grass beneath your feet. "I'm... scared?" you confessed.

"Scared?"

"Yes, you know. That feeling you get when you think about the future or the past or the dark or—"

"I know! I mean, scared of what? I’m scared of many things... too many," he murmured, looking at you expectantly

"Of love," you admitted, embarrassed. "Not love itself, but the absence of love, you know?" Todd nodded eagerly. "I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever be loved or if I’ll have something with someone! And it's scary."

You felt so small next to Todd, filled with fear, shame, and shyness. Todd, on the other hand, felt with so much power, more power than what he liked. He knew he needed to encourage you, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth, making the moment worse.

"Don’t say that. You will be loved, you already are."

"By my mom, maybe," you said with a chuckle.

"No, I mean, yes! But I mean romantically."

"Do you believe in that idea that the love of my life is destined and wandering out there?" you whispered as if sharing a secret.

Todd nodded. "Y-yes. They could be very close to you. Closer than you think. Right in front of you... trying so hard to be noticed. Failing. Always," he finished with a whisper, his hands ceasing their internal fight and gripping each other for comfort.

"Todd, what are you talking about?" you asked breathlessly.

"I like you! I like you..." For the first time in your life, you heard him speak so loudly and clearly that it startled you, leaving you unable to form any words. "You don’t have to say anything... Your eyes. They say more. Always," he murmured, looking into your eyes for so long that you feared feeling exposed.

But then you understood. You already were. Todd already knew you were the girl behind the poetry and that you felt as deeply for him as he did for you. His hands released their grip and gently touched your face, wiping away the silent tears streaming down your cheeks and caressing the flushed areas. Your crying stopped, and your heart raced. You felt his heavy breathing over you, and he felt yours. After a few seconds, Todd kissed you. It was short, rushed, and anxious. But it was the best kiss you’d ever had in your life.

"I like you too. A lot, Todd," you whispered without opening your eyes, afraid your eyes would say more than your lips.

"I knew it the second week the notes stopped," he said, and you opened your eyes. "That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one in love."

"Todd..." He silenced you with another kiss, this one slow, delicate, and patient, filled with unwritten poetry between the lines. Much better than the first, leaving you wanting more.

After that, the two of you began dating. You showed your love through physical acts, like kissing, hugging, or holding hands all the time. Meanwhile, Todd preferred to be more reserved. He now left you notes and preferred to kiss you in secret, feeling the intimacy of his love. And then, everything made sense.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

PART 3 TO BESTFRIENDS BROTHER PLSSSS

Temptation- Ethan Landry x Fem!reader - Part 3

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You're Quinn's best friend, who can't hold back their urges for Ethan any longer.

A/N: This doesn't contain smut, it's just more of a wrap up for the story. It's really angsty, a smidge of fluff. :) Thank you guys for reading it!

As Quinn looked back and forth between you and Ethan, you couldn’t say anything. She has a wrath that is terrifying to go up against. Ethan was bright red as he realized his mistake, but you could tell he was panicking. He knew that the possibility of the two of you being together just plummeted through the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Well, is anyone going to say anything?!” Quinn yelled. Her nostrils were flaring as the silence added fuel to the rage that was building inside her.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, turning back around to take the pancakes off the pan before you started a kitchen fire.

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal?! You’re fucking my brother!” She jumped up, walking over to Ethan.

“You’re such a fucking loser. You can’t find a girl on your own that would actually want to be with your pathetic ass, so you go after my friend?!” She snapped at him, and your mouth flew open before you even had a chance to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you fucking talk to him like that! He’s not a loser, and I want to be with him. You’re so caught up in trying to find someone for me to hook up with, that you don’t even care how I feel about anything. It’s like the main focus in your mind is me getting laid, when you know these guys you’ve introduced me to have NOTHING in common with me. Ethan and I could work. I could be happy, but I’m too focused on trying to keep you happy that I’m putting my own happiness to the side. It’s what I’ve always done, before anything happened with Ethan. I’m fucking done with it!”

After you finished your rant, you grabbed Ethans hand, leading him outside before Quinn could say anything else. You went to the patio beside the pool, before breaking down and sobbing in his arms.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, gently rubbing his hand on your back.

“I know she’s my best friend, but I can’t take it anymore. You’re the first person I’ve had an actual connection with in a long time. I’ve had a crush on you for over a year, but I had to push that down to keep her happy,” you cried.

“You’ve wanted to be with me for that long?” he asked, curiosity playing in his tone.

“Yeah. I don’t know, I like that you aren’t like anyone else I’ve been with,” you said, as he pulled back to wipe the stray tears sliding down your cheeks.

As you stood there in Ethan’s arms, Quinn was watching through the patio door. She might be pissed, but she does love you and want you to be happy. As she watched Ethan comfort you, she saw a different side of him. She also realized that you must feel strongly enough about him to snap on her the way you did.

She opened the patio door to walk out to where you stood.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Her tone was completely different from before, which made you want to give your best friend a chance to explain how she feels, and you could tell her how you feel.

Ethan pulled away from you to take a seat in one of the patio chairs as you and Quinn walked to the other side of the pool. You both sat down on the edge of the pool, sticking your feet in the cool water.

“Why did you lie to me when I asked you if you had a thing for him?” she asked, significantly calmer than the yelling match that took place before.

“Because you act like he’s the worst person in the world,” you said, eyes tearing up all over again.

“Siblings don’t have to like each other, you know?” she said with a small laugh.

“It’s not like you just don’t like him, you hate him. I hate it when you talk about him the way you do. You see an annoying brother, I see a sweetheart that wants so badly to be cared about,” you said, kicking your feet under the water.

“I was livid when I realized that you hooked up with him, but after seeing him comfort you like that, I know he cares about you,” she sighed, looking across the pool to see Ethan.

He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he was watching the whole thing. He was trying to read your body language to know how it was going, a part of him was still scared that you’d want to cut things off with him out of respect for his sister.

“Ethan, come here,” Quinn yelled, him quickly getting up and walking over to the both of you. He pulled his sweatpants up to his knees before sitting on the opposite side of you, placing his feet in the water.

“What’s up?” he asked, Quinn rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you the way I did,” she said, the words tasing like vinegar as they left her mouth. She’s never apologized to Ethan for anything, but for you, she was willing to try.

He was taken aback at her words, not really knowing how to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“I know you want the best for her, and that’s what I want to be,” he said to Quinn, your heart starting to swell at his words.

“A few conditions, though. I’m not losing my best friend to my brother. I’ll share, but you’re not going to take her away from me whenever you want. I don’t want you guys fucking when I’m here, because I don’t want to hear it. And Ethan, I swear if you hurt her, I will kill you,” she said, a small smile painted on you and Ethan’s faces.

You didn’t need her permission to be with him, and you had all the intentions of trying to sneak a relationship. Now that you don’t have to keep a secret from the person you tell all your secrets to, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your chest.

“I promise, I won’t hurt her.”

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Hi there. I was wondering if you could do a Spider-Man Ethan x fem!reader where the reader has feelings for Spider-Man and doesn’t know its her friend Ethan who she also grew up having a crush on. Every night the her and Spider-Man talk and hang out on the roof of her apartment. One of the nights there is so much tension that they end up doing the famous Spider-Man kiss. Feelings on both ends are confessed, but Ethan refuses to fully take off his mask. But then one night Spider-Man is extremely injured and loses a lot of blood. So the reader ends up patching him up and has to remove his mask to reveal that it’s her friend Ethan that she’s always had feelings for. Then it can end spicy from there with whatever you’re comfortable writing.

Thank you 😊

OMG! 🕸🕷 I love this idea - ugh, I'm gonna have so much fun writing this ahhhhhh hope you enjoy love 🌼

Two Hearts

Summary : You have a crush on your best friend Ethan- but growing close with Spiderman, and also sharing those same feelings leaves you confused. A rough night for Spiderman ends up revealing secrets.

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Word count: 3.0k

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing, blood, mentions of death, slight NSFW.

I love how much music affects my writing. Listened to "hopeless romantic soft mix" while writing this. Made me kick my feet and giggle!! ALSO, THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE WRITTEN ANNNDDD OH MY GOS I AM SO IN LOVE

There was a new superhero in town, and boy did that 'Spiderman' have all the girls' hearts. He sure had yours, but he will never be Ethan- Ethan was your best friend. He has been by your side since you could remember.

Any person that would see you together thought you were dating, but you weren't. The thought of telling Ethan you liked him - oh boy. That would be the last thing you would do. HE GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES!!! he makes your stomach turn, and those chocolate brown eyes always make you want to grab his face and smother him in kisses.

Your little daydreams got carried away sometimes, staring off into space when you hang out with him. "y/n, you there?" Shaking the thoughts away, you nod. He then just continues on about science.

But this Spiderman, saving people, helping the elder, oh what a dream he seemed very sweet and always helped no matter how minor the "crime" was.

Not knowing who he was drove New York crazy the secret identity was smart and cool, but it really started to pick up in the school halls.

How old was he?

Was 'he' he or 'she'?

How did they become super?

You were always talking about the latest crime fight Spiderman had done, digging into conspiracies, which always made Ethan laugh.

Lately, you haven't been able to hang out with Ethan as much as he signed up for active work at the police station with his dad. Most nights, he would be busy with his dad doing simple desk work and / or join him in a ride along. So, being on your own was the new daily.

It started a few weeks ago. Slowly, you noticed webs around your neighborhood buildings. 'Maybe Spiderman came through.' he was always around this part of town, so it made sense.

As the school days died down and the city got louder at night, you would relax on the rooftop of your apartment. Being so high in the sky, being able to see over it, was refreshing. Turning your music off, you'd listen to the sounds around you as your mind filled with thoughts. Homework would also fill the gap.

It wasn't until the second week of being on the rooftop that something wild happened. As you sat playing music going over your English notes, right across the street, Spiderman stood watching you. He didn't want to seem like a creep - well, standing in a head-to-toe body suit watching from a rooftop seemed weird, but he kept it lowkey.

He liked seeing you in such peace, sitting looking down at the people who roamed the streets, or how you would lay on your back looking at the sky. You were so beautiful in his eyes. He was so drawn to you, he couldn't just stay away.

Before he realized what he was doing, his arm straightened out activating his webs. Putting his full body weight in the web, he swung over he landed on the opposite side of the roof near you. Why was he so nervous, you don't know who he is! What if this ends up bad! wait, you don't know who he is! this is perfect.

"Why do you sit up here?" he spoke before he could process. The sudden voice made you jump and yelp a little. Looking around, you saw him. He stood a few feet away from you.

'Spiderman, oh my gosh, it's Spiderman,' you thought, your mind racing with so many questions. 'Why is he up here?' 'is this fake' ?Did I fall asleep again?'

"What? are- this- I- Are you really here?" he couldn't help but laugh at your comment and walked closer. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

"Well, duh," he tried to sound smooth, but his voice ended up cracking while he sat in front of you. You laughed as he tried to buff up his look.

"So? Why are you sitting up here?" he tilted his head to the side in a questioning way. The spider eyes on the mask opening and closing softly.

"It's peaceful up here, I get to see the city, and no one else comes up here so it's like the perfect place to escape for a little" your heart ached, you wished Ethan wasn't always so busy so you could take him up here.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 'How was he just so calm sitting here with me, like this is normal?'

"I'm sorry, as much as I think this is cool - uh, what are you doing here? Don't you have some crime to fight?" You threw some fake punches his way, laughing to ease your awkwardness.

"I mean, yeah, but it's a slow day, and I just saw you hanging out here. I've actually seen you here a lot the past few weeks, so you know, I just thought I'd see what you do. " he was blushing so hard under the mask, and his body was warm. 'Don't sound like a perv!'

"Do you do this a lot? spy on people?" Your voice is playful and light.

"Me? Well, psh No, I-I haven't done this before. Is it weird - oh, did I make you uncomfortable?!" As he spoke, his voice started to hold some panic.

"What - no, you didn't- NO this is cool! It's cool. I swear, I mean, you're Spiderman, like how wouldn't this be cool."

He felt a little better knowing it didn't make you uncomfortable. Hours had passed, and you talked about what it's like to fight crime and how he got his powers.

This soon became a regular occurrence. Every other night, he would show up and tell you the star crime of the day. You would bring extra drinks and food and give some to him. He would always turn around, or you would close your eyes when he ate/drank.

The feelings you had for him grew into an actual crush, now that you knew him - somewhat you felt like you could trust him.

After a few months, things started to change. He would tease you as you would do the same. Playful touching, whispering as he was inches away from your face. He grew so comfortable around you that he would sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

The smell of his calonge would fill your nose, a sense of familiar came to mind. The tension between you two could be cut by a knife, long shared glances, his body pressed into yours when he would give you his web shooters and show how to use them.

"Would you ever feel comfortable enough to take your mask off?" You sat on the edge of the rooftop with him right next to you, your hands resting near one another. The city lights shined on your face as he looked at you, a soft blush rose to your cheeks.

"Uh, maybe. I'm just scared. " he looked away, not wanting to face you.

"You don't have to be scared," you hand reached for his face, pulling it to face you. Even if you can't see his eyes, you knew they were looking right back at you. "You have my trust, and I promise not to break it," your voice was stern, yet like butter to his ears. His gloved hand went to yours, holding it closer to his face, leaning into your touch, the warmth of your hand seeping into his suit.

"It's getting pretty late; I should get going." Your hand fell from his face, and he nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You were already walking towards the door with your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course!" he smiled under the mask matching the one you wore. Turning around, you could hear the web shooters, meaning he was leaving, but to your surprise, he hung over the door by his web. Looking up, your eyes followed it to the billboard.

"Only a little." He couldn't trust his own voice. He was nervous. 'Did she understand?'

The sound of cars honking and people shouting started to drown out as you stepped closer. 'Was he sure about this?' Your hands got closer to his neck, finding the edge of the mask. "Are you sure?" concerned you asking, pressured him.

"Yes, please." it almost sounded like a whine.

Pulling the mask over his chin past his lips; you stopped right before his nose. Your heart was beating very fast, feeling it in your throat, the butterflies in your stomach, it was driving you insane.

You could see he was blushing, some moles on his face near his lips. His lips, they looked so soft, and your hands held both sides of his face like he was going to get away. Your right hand let go though, reaching to trace his lips; they were soft, but also chapped. Both of your breaths were picking up.

"Please y/n," His voice whining again.

Pulling you out of your trance, you leaned in, "You're so beautiful."

Your lips clashed with his, inhaling his scent. This was heaven. The kiss was rough, the tension finally catching up. Teeth brushing each other sightly, you could feel his head pushing into yours. He wanted more, and so did you. Your lungs were burning gasping for air, but you didn't want to pull away, no, not yet. 'What if this is the only time I can kiss him, feel him?'

He was the first to pull away gasping for air. He just kissed you after wanting to for so long. "I'd like to do that again sometime." he was smiling so wide, being able to see it made your heart do flips.

"You know where to find me." Leaning in again, you kissed his cheek.

Taking the edge of the mask again, you pulled it back down towards his neck and tucking it in. "I'll see you tomorrow." Your hands dropped from his face, and you walked past him into the door.

Hours have passed, sitting on your bed acting like a little schoolgirl, giggling and kicking your feet. Who wouldn't you just kissed spiderman!

Looking at the clock, it was near one am. Sleep was catching up. So, you started your normal night routine. Finding some old extra oversized t-shirt, you slipped it on, and it landed on your mid-thigh barley coving much. You had shorts on but night shorts that were very short.

As you were done in the bathroom, you walked back into your room and felt a cold breeze. Looking around, you saw your window was open. An overwhelming feeling flooded your body as you knew you had closed it earlier. Getting closer, you hear a noise out of the darkness. Spiderman sat up, holding his side. He didn't look good.

"Help me," his body collapsed halfway in your window. your heart sunk at seeing him like this. Running to him, you grabbed him the best you could and pulled him in.

"What did you get yourself into, bug boy?" he sat against your wall, one arm trying to hold himself up and the other holding his abdomen.

"It's not that bad, I-" he removed his hand to show you the deep cut. it ran from lower chest to the middle of his stomach, "Okay, maybe it's a little bad." Every word was broken up by him groaning or wheezing.

"I'll be back." Running out of your room, you grabbed the first aid kit in the hallway. "I don't have much, so we have to make this work."

Before you started to clean the cut, you looked at his face. The mask was beat up pretty bad. He had a tear in it, running from his ear to chin. After tonight, you don't think this suit would survive.

"Can you move?" Your voice was low. The last thing you need is your parents finding Spiderman in your room.

"I'll try," he tried to push himself up, his head spinning. Standing with him, you saw him stumble, catching him. You guided him to your bed. As soon as he sat down, the pain was too much to bear. His body went limp.

"Hey! bug boy! hey, can you hear me?" You sat next to him, patting his face over and over and hoping to wake him up. His eyes would open and close after a few seconds, "You got to stay with me!"

"I'm tired." he was barely auditable.

As you looked at him, an idea came to your mind, "I'm sorry," putting a hand over his mouth and taking your other hand, you pressed down on the cut. He yelled into your hand in pain, his eyes tearing up under the mask. 'fuck'

The most you could do right now is clean the wounds and patch him up. He was awake but laid there quietly. You were so focused on making sure the wounds were thoroughly cleaned that you didn't realize one of his hands laid on your thigh, gripping it every time you wiped the cuts.

"You're okay." You tried your best to comfort him, and not much could be said though truthfully.

Once you checked over his entire body for more wounds, you moved up to his face. the mask was resting weirdly, "I finished everything else, but if you don't want me to clean -" As you spoke, his hand that wasn't on your thigh reached for the mask ripping it off.

Your jaw dropped.

ETHAN FUCKING LANDRY.

YOUR BEST FRIEND.

"I-" before he could fully speak, you flung your body into his. He winced out in pain as he felt you on him, yet he felt better.

Your eyes were watering at this point, seeing Spiderman - no seeing Ethan like this ripped your heart apart. "I had my theories- but fuck bug boy why?!" you pulled away making eye contact. He could see the tear stains running down your rosy cheeks.

"Don't cry pretty, girl, please don't cry. I'm okay - kind of, " he chuckled, hoping it helped ease the tension. His hand cupped your face, his finger halfway in your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek moving side to side wiping the tears.

"You're an idiot you know that?" You hit his shoulder, pushing him back a little. He made a face like it hurt but only smiled. Looking at you through his lashes, blood sprayed on his face, scars you haven't seen before. His eyes softened as he saw your face red and stained, crying, pouting.

"I'm hoping to be your idiot though." his thumb still ran across your cheek, slowly moving down to trace your lips. He hasn't stopped thinking about kissing you. Even when he was dying, the need for you was strong.

He was just looking at your lips at this point. He looked at you like he was starving. The hunger for you grew stronger after that kiss. Noticing the change in how he looked at you, a laugh escaped you. "For almost dying, you sure are a teenage boy with your thoughts"

Your voice pulled him back, snapping his eyes up to yours he smiled. "That obvious?" Your hand had gone to his wrist rubbing circles into his skin as he did the same to your face.

Your head went forward, forehead to forehead. A sweet little moment between you two. "Don't die. I know what you do is dangerous, but I don't think I can handle seeing you crawl into my room like this again." he nodded his head, yours moving with his.

You felt far away from him too far, using what strength he had left he pulled you into his lap, straddling him, your breath hitched.

"I won't, I promise." his hand left your thigh holding out his pinky. It was cheeky, yes, but he would.

Both of your breaths were heavy, and the tension in the room was filled again. It's like he knew because he would lean in to ghost over your lips, yet pull away. 'asshole'

"Kiss me already," your voice was laced with annoyance.

Pulling you in from the back of your head, your lips crashed together, and it felt different. This kiss was hungry. It was needy. His hands went over the curves of your body, trailing under the t-shirt, gripping the back of your back, pulling you towards him if possible.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, the curls all broken apart, pulling it softly, earning a moan from him.

Your body was thinking faster than your mind, rocking back and forth on him. The feeling of his body tensing, pulling away to kiss your jaw, then your neck. Your head fell back, giving him more access. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth grazing your skin as he left love bites, both of you, a moaning mess.

"Ethan" moaning out his name was something you both dreamed of "we- shouldn't- not- not now-" your words kept getting broken up from the feeling of him sucking your neck, and how his hands gripped your hips moving you more.

"Why?" he voice was muffled from being in your neck. He knew it wasn't the right time since he was so beaten up. His hands loosed up on your hips, and a whine could be heard from you. That didn't stop him from peppering your neck and face with kisses thought.

"Fine. We'll stop, but next time, I won't quit as easily. " he pulled his face out of your neck so he could look at you. Your face was red, with a smirk on it.

"Let's just lay here then," you crawled off of his lap. You laid down, following you, and he pulled you so close that you were basically on top of him again.

"I'm fine with that." he looked down, kissing the top of your head before sleep took over his body.

[lizstory]

Betrayal

Ethan Landry x fem reader (Stu Machers niece)

warnings- Scream 6 Spoilers! death

summary- Ethan wasn't the person you thought he was. He was your boyfriend, the loving, sweet, awkward boy you met when you came to New York, but that wasn't the case. He was someone else, something else.

wordcount- 1,400

A/n- I want to write more Ethan stories. some preghostface and some during ghostface killing. I also will be wrtiting more marvel characters so if you have any request please leave some!

To keep the last name Macher was a mistake. You had never thought about it before till this very moment. Standing before Quinn and Ethan, or so you thought, who Ethan was. He was your loving boyfriend there for you when people approached you asking if your uncle was still alive and if you would turn out just like he did. Stu Macher had died way before you were born, so you never got to meet him, but you did take an interest in learning about him. He was family, after all, despite being a serial killer. THE serial killer that partly inspired the rest of the Ghostface killers. 

"Maybe my mother was right," You sighed, closing your laptop. 

Ethan rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing your pain. He knew about your past no matter how fast you tried to escape it. You trusted him. He placed a soft kiss on your temple. "Don't be too hard on yourself, baby." 

You rubbed your face. All you wanted to know was why your uncle did it all. He and Billy Loomis created a world where everyone had to double-take over their shoulder to ensure no one was following them. Was he indeed just a psychotic like your mother described? She always hated when you took an interest in what happened all those years ago, saying that becoming a killer runs in the family. 

"He was just a sick fuck. Doing all of this just for fun" Your heart ached, he was a killer, but he was your uncle. You created a version of him in your mind, where he was alive and well. He was the fun uncle that took you to eat a shit ton of junk food and always got you in and out of trouble. 

Ethan pulled you closer by his side, your head leaning on his shoulder. "You aren't like him, love." 

"Y/n right now is not the time to zone out!" Sam yelled

Quinn burst laughing, and the knife pointed at you. "And the funny part is that you believed Ethan got with you because he loved you." 

You stared at him. This whole time your eyes were glued onto him. He didn't smile when his gaze met yours. You had no idea what to feel at the moment. You were mad that he did this but wanted to burst into tears because, finally, someone knew the true you and loved you. 

"His favorite was Stu Macher, so you don't even know how excited he was to find out that the girl that was crushing on him was actually related to The Stu Macher" Quinn was satisfied with the fear in your eyes. She needed everyone in that room to feel the pain she was feeling. "He was so fascinated to hear about your family's details. You took him in and trusted him with everything." 

Your eyes prickled with water. They found their way back to Ethan. "Fuck you" 

"You all deserve this. You killed our fucking brother!" Quinn screamed 

Realization hit everyone. This wasn't the family that they pretended to be. This was a grieving family, and if they were after Tara and Sam, their brother's death had to do with what happened to them in Woodsboro. 

"Your Richie's family," Tara whispered. 

Sam stared at Bailey. His eyes filled with anger. His son was killed, and he was standing before his murder. "He was so pathetic," Sam whispered, gun pointing at her head. "He made his girlfriend do all the killing, then cried like a baby when I slit his throat," she spat with venom.

Bailey was inches from pulling the trigger, but Sam jabbed the knife in his hip. Quinn ran to help her dad. You tackled her to the ground before she could reach your friend. You pulled the knife out of your back pocket—the knife your uncle used to kill all his victims. Quinn's knife fell out of her grip when you tackled her.

"My mother always said it was in my blood to become a killer," You whispered. The knife was high up in the air and came crashing down to the middle of her chest. Before it made contact, arms were wrapped around your waist and pulled you up, then backward. 

"Y/n!" Tara yelled

You wanted to reach out to her hand and have her come and help you, but she would already be occupied. "Tara, watch out!" You screamed before being pulled behind a curtain. 

Ethan let go of his grip. You quickly turned around, and the restraint on the knife's handle only tightened, finally being face-to-face and alone with Ethan. He didn't run to attack. He didn't even take a stand to protect any vulnerable areas. You were relieved he wasn't attacking. You had no idea if you could even go through with hurting him. He was sick and used you to learn about his favorite fucking killer, but he was still the loving boyfriend you had all those moments with. 

"You have to understand why we are doing this" His voice was shaky. 

"I don't" You wanted to yell at him but also wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and wake up from this nightmare. "My brother is gone because Richie was so involved in scary movies, but you don't see me becoming a killer." 

Ethan stayed silent. He wasn't the only one grieving the loss of an older brother. He never understood why you didn't get revenge, why you didn't crave the feeling of the blood being splattered all over you as your victim screamed for help, but they'd be too late. 

You drop your knife on the ground as your tears fall down your face. "I trusted you." 

Ethan stepped closer, but you only moved back. He stayed still, knowing he couldn't hold you anymore. "What I felt was real." 

"Fuck you, Ethan" Your voice couldn't even be at its average volume no matter how hard you tried. "I believed you loved me. That performance deserved a fucking Oscar" You wiped the tears that screamed down your face. It felt wrong to wipe them away. Ethan always did it for you. 

"Baby, I did love you. I loved you so much" He stepped closer again, and you didn't step away this time. It looked like your body was fighting itself from going to him. He walked in front of you, his figure hovering over you. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up. "I still love you. You can walk away, and nothing will happen to you. We can live the life we were building together"

It sounded nice, but it could never happen. Ethan and his family hurt too many of your friends. He made a wound that could never be recovered. You placed a hand on his jaw, pulling his face in closer. He stared at your lips. Was this you accepting his offer? You closed the gap. His hand snaked to your waist while your hand was placed onto his shoulder, stabilizing your balance. The kiss was deep, salvia connecting your mouths in the moments you pulled away. 

"I'll love you forever." 

That was the last thing Ethan heard. The next moment, him falling to his knees. He looked up, tears streaming down your face and a knife in your hand. When had you grabbed your knife off the floor? He looked down and saw his hip was impaled. You fell to your knees, holding his weight in your arms. He didn't try to attack you too. He could never hurt you like that. You were too pretty to be harmed. He just sat there, finding comfort in his last moments being in your arms, the arms of the one person he loved. Your heart was pure, and he would forever hate himself for tainting it with this situation. 

He strained a smile, your sobs hurt him, but he liked to think about what kind of life he would've had with you if none of this had ever happened. If Ghostface wasn't real and his family wasn't influenced by it. Would he still have met you? He would have. Quinn was wrong. He wasn't with you just because you were Stu Macher's niece. He was with you because you were you. 

You placed his body on the ground. His breathing was gone, and his heart stopped. He was gone, and the blood was on your hands now. You wanted to stay there. Crying into your dead boyfriend's chest, praying that he would magically come back and tell you this was just a joke. At least then, he would hug you and tell you everything was ok. You forced yourself away from his body. He wasn't the only killer, and your two friends were still left alone with them. 

[parkerflix]

—high hopes

ethan landry x gn!reader + hint of chad meeks-martin x gn!reader

wc: 0.8k

genre: angst, love triangle, open ended ending, e2l & f2l, e2l is one sided thought yk the vibes

synopsis: ethan held out hope that his thoughts were wrong.

a/n: for like the 3 people who asked for a part 2 to i hate u <3, ily ! also i am opening requests! send wtv my way and i’ll try my best!

taglist! @l5byrinth @knightinshiningdenimjeans @pedrettilov3r

ethan had always had an inkling of a crush on you. it wasn’t something you had seemed to be aware of, and he was grateful that you weren’t. unlike him, he was perceptive on your feelings & the feelings of others around him.

so when he had introduced you to his friend group, his interest was piqued when chad, the nicest one out of all of them seemingly disliked you.

he hadn’t bothered to confront chad about it, mainly because he just seemed to steer clear of you. ethan knew it bugged you, and you weren’t sure how to fix it. he didn’t want to tell you that chad was acting that way because he liked you, that might just ruin his chances.

he was always acutely aware of how you tended when chad came into the room whenever you were over, or how you would try to converse with him and get chad to join whatever you were doing. ethan figured you acted like that to try to get on chad’s good side, never quite understanding why you weren’t liked by him.

today was different than most days, you hadn’t come over due to having an impromptu study session with mindy. ethan understood that you were busy, but he was missing your presence in the dorm. you were over more often than not, and if you weren’t at his place you was at yours instead.

he was laying on his bed, trying to write his philosophy paper when he heard the jingling of keys. chad wasn’t aware, but ethan had managed to make you your own copy of their key. turning his head, his heart swelled with hope that it was you, coming over even though it was later than you normally came.

unfortunately for him, it was just chad, giving him a wave and closing the door. he was busy seemingly on the phone with someone, dropping the bags of takeout on their wobbly table.

chad made his way over to his bed, flopping onto the mattress, and ethan just eyed him curiously. chad finished his conversation and hung up, taking a quick glance around the room, a frown appearing on his face before it was replaced with a nonchalant look. ethan had caught the frown, not wanting to confront the bigger man.

“where’s your friend?” chad asked, catching ethan off guard.

ethan made his way from the bed to the table, rummaging through the takeout bags. chad had picked up italian (your favorite). he saw at the bottom of the bag what presumably was your food, your favorite from the restaurant.

“uhm, they’re with mindy for a study session.”

chad let out a hum, going back to his phone and letting the conversation die.

ethan grabbed his food, sitting on his bed, fiddling with the container lid trying to sort his thoughts.

“do you like them?” the words had left his mouth quicker than he could register it.

“what?” chad quickly looked up from his phone, eyeing ethan.

“it’s a simple question, do you like them?”

chad rolled his eyes, sitting up on the mattress.

“no.”

“you’re a horrible liar.”

“what does it matter anyways?”

ethan stilled at the question. he had known you for what felt like forever, and he had yet to make a move. he wasn’t even fully sure if you shared the same feelings, not with you focusing on chad every time he was near.

“it just matters.”

“that’s a shit answer dude.”

“and?”

“you can’t just question people if they like someone out of the blue for no real reason.”

“it mattering is reason enough.”

chad exhaled loudly, a sign he was starting to get agitated.

“it’s really not, do you have something to say to me?”

“do you like them?” ethan asked, hoping to get a truthful answer out of his roommate.

chad ran a hand through his hair, quiet for a moment before answering.

“not that it matters, but i do. but i’m not expecting nor do i want something to happen.”

ethan knew chad was lying with that second statement, he had seen the way chad secretly took care of you, not wanting you to know. he let out a sigh, running his hand over his face.

“i knew it. fuck why do you have to like the same person i like?”

both of them got quiet after that, a beat of silence before they both heard the sounds of your tamogachi keychain, signaling you were there.

you opened the door, and waved to both of them, neither one of them moving. after closing and locking the door, you made a beeline for the table, picking up your food.

“my favorite! you guys are seriously the best.”

chad had a pained look on his face, making your heart clench for some reason. ethan seemingly had enough of whatever moment you were having with chad, grabbing his coat and walking out the front door, muttering something unintelligible.

you stared at the door, not knowing who you should check on, whether it be ethan or chad.

[bamfkeeper]

Hey, so i have a few head canons for my oc, Cloudstrike, aka Ethan Grey (also, when I made him, I completely forgot Jean’s name is Jean Grey. Im sorry Jean 😭. So rn it’s just a coincidence, but maybe I’ll change it, or maybe make them distantly related? Idk this is my first oc anyways :p). I submitted him before for a different ask you did (I don’t expect you to remember that ofc tho lol), and he has wind powers, to be able to control wind, turn into a gaseous state, use some lightning, etc.. Also, since X-men ‘97 is what brought me into X-men, a lot of my ideas are based on that universe in the show. So anyways, here’s some head canons I have for him 😊

Sometimes, Ethan likes to turn himself into his gaseous stage and go into the vent system in the mansion, and be shot around the place like a roller coaster. He finds it to be a fun way to pass the time. 😊

Like how Bobby/Iceman can use his ice powers to chill drinks, Ethan can use his powers to chill or heat anything up (though he can’t chill anything quite as good as Bobby). So, the other X-men like to have him around during freezing days for him to be their portable hand warmer lol

He likes to play video games, especially competitive ones, so he hangs out and plays with Jubilee a lot, Roberto too sometimes, but since he’s more inexperienced, they won’t play as competitive of games as to not make Roberto feel as bad 🥺

He loves to cook, and to experiment with unique dishes, so he loves to get recipes from the other X-men; German recipes from Kurt, Cajun from Gambit, and several African recipes from Ororo. 🥘🥧

While Ethan has a bed and sometimes sleeps on it, he prefers to instead sleep while hovering in his gaseous form in his room. He finds the lack of pressure or gravity to be comforting

When he’s goofing around, he’ll sometimes give the person a small static blast (doesn’t hurt, just tingles), which is especially affective against Kurt and Hank because of their fur.

Since he has somewhat similar powers as Storm, she helps him in the danger room to train. They form a bond from their similarities, and even practice fun combos they could do in fights.

He has a small crush on Kurt (because who wouldn’t lol, plus Ethan’s bisexual), but he isn’t acting on anything yet. Though, he can’t help but blush whenever Kurt compliments him 💙

He would consider Jubilee to be his best friend. Also, they bond over being raised for adoption (I changed this one part of his backstory, to where he was abandoned by his original family for unknown reasons, but was adopted by this nice and caring human family who didn’t mind that he was a mutant). In XMTAS, she has foster parents too, so they bond over this. 🥰

He isn’t that keen on Logan atm, as he finds him to be kind of a jerk, but Kurt keeps telling Ethan that Logan is cool if you get to know him, so Ethan’s keeping an open mind. Though, he can’t help occasionally making some jokes at Logan’s expense with Scott.

Ethan has an interest for science and engineering, and sometimes likes to nerd out with Forge (whenever he’s around) and Hank sometimes.

Anyways, that’s my ramble for now. Again, he’s my first oc so I have some things I need to refine and expand on, but this is what I have so far. I’m not even skilled enough if an artist yet to draw what he exactly looks like. Also, I’m completely open to any critiques, ideas for improvement, or other fun ideas that I could incorporate! I hope you enjoyed my rambling 😊

Of course I remember Cloudstrike, I love him!

I think wind powers are super cool. And turning into a gas is super useful! I wish that more mutants who had elemental powers utilized this. I also love how he sleeps in this state for comfort, it makes sense! I love seeing domestic sides of ocs too.

I love his relationships you mentioned! Jubilee and Roberto is a cute trio with Ethan, and cooking with Kurt and Ororo? Sooo sweet.

The shock! Kurt and Hank puff up!! That's so cute. Like rubbing a balloon on them and watching it stick 😂

You know Kurt the flirt is gonna be complimenting Ethan. He'd be so fascinated with his powers and I think he'd ask him a ton of questions about them, especially about when Kurt teleports and he asks Ethan about his brimstone smoke cloud. Can he control it? Does it have a taste? A smell? A feeling?? So many questions.

HA I love how Ethan doesn't really like Logan, he can be kind of an ass at first.

I love all the relationships he has with the team, it really feels like he's part of the group! He's fleshed out really well, and the connections makes him feel more real. He's sweet! Thank you for sharing him with us 💙

[websterss]

*cracks knuckles* alright buckle the fuckle up friends and foes, i am having thoughts also i didn't mean to have as many nsfw allusions but... whoops he does things to me

word count (aka your warning for how much is to come): something like 800 i think? i got a word count and then kept writing

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alright so ethan moves into the dorm first, so he's hanging out in the room when chad moves in. and tara is helping mindy move into her dorm, so you help chad move into his (he promised to buy you a case of beer and help you move into your dorm). and ethan is utterly thrown off when you walk in behind chad carrying a pair of dufflebags complaining loudly about how "this thing weighs a fucking tonne, chad. did you bring all your earthly possessions to college with you? like fuck me, man"

he's thrown because he of course knew who you were (i can't think of a fun rhyme but instead of core four, is the core 5), but he'd not really seen many pictures of you. at least none that were in focus (your friends had a knack for getting good candid photos of you laughing, but they were all a little blurred. the only one that he saw that was in focus was from a news article about the ghostface killings and you looked thoroughly pissed. he thought you looked hot). but here you were, in person and laughing as chad stubbed his toe on the corner of his bed. crush at first sight? immediately thinking about how to keep hearing your laugh? wondering if there would be times he would be alone in the dorm so he could shamelessly moan and gasp your name while pretending his hand was yours? yes to all of the above.

"oh!" the noise you make when you finally see him is... both adorable and a sound that goes straight to his cock. "uh... hi"

after finally meeting y'all, obviously ethan attaches himself to the group (as does quinn) and while if his father asks it's because of The Plan, quinn pretends she doesn't notice the slightly lovey look he gives you whenever you talk

chad the ever observant notices (and also it's totally not because he was about to pick up a textbook from his dorm and heard your name sound from the other side of the door, and he knew you were in a class because the group have each other's timetables memorised) and starts making subtle-not-subtle comments about his crush because he's known you long enough to know that soft look in your eyes and the way the corner of your mouth quirks up in a tiny and shy smile when ethan isn't paying attention

now. now now. first kiss with ethan i have no solid ideas (maybe spin the bottle? maybe seven minutes in heaven except chad and tara have just... shoved you both into a room and locked it? dunno) BUT one day you're sitting on ethan's lap on his bed, lazily making out because you both have free periods and he's overdue for a haircut, so his curls are a little longer and he just looks so pretty that you need to have your fingers weaved into his hair and mouth against his

"oh fuck! ew guys. can you stop dry humping for a minute so i can grab my shit in peace?" you flip chad off over your shoulder while ethan tries to hide his face in your neck. he's baby and he's embarrassed while you are so used to chad's antics the only way you'd be embarrassed is if ethan was like... actively balls deep in you when chad walked in (and even then...)

he is... so protective of you. is it entirely so that he feels like he's being useful so you won't replace him with the next guy that walks past? absolutely. but you think it's so sweet the way he always holds your hand, the way he pulls your back into his chest when your standing, the way he sighs when you kiss him and say you're his

(bailey is furious when ethan refuses to kill you, even more so when he asks to have you spared. quinn laughs at him, telling him that if you loved him before, there is no way you would ever again. the moment he took off the mask, his place in your heart was destroyed.)

quinn stabs you in the thigh, making sure that ethan can see and hear you. you rip her hair out, bloodied chunks of skin coming with and you refuse to look at ethan. if he was being completely honest, he was so very tempted to turn on his father and sister when he thought you had bled out.

is there an au out there where he does, and while you hate him for a while, you hate him a little less when chad survives, and eventually, after a lot of grovelling and actually helping kill subsequent ghostfaces, maybe you let him back in

LOOK GUYS ITS MY BOOTIFUL TALENTED FRIEND MAKING ME BLUSH AND CRY OH MAAHHH GAWWDD. YESSS TO ALLL. NSFW ILLUSIONS WELCOMED. GOD THIS NEEDS TO BE A LONGER FIC 🫠🥲 HIDING HIS FACE IN YOUR NECK HES SO BABY 😭🥹🥹 AHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE SMUT BIII 😭😪

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Those Blue Eyes

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 857

Summary: @cevans-is-classic has decided that Dieter is a fan of Ethan Hawke and I agree, so we’ve decided to write our own stories based on this subject, check out their story here!

Warnings: pregnant reader, some swearing, talk of scary films with jump scares, so much talk of Ethan Hawke and some adorable fluffy goodness

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The call of the horror film was strong this afternoon. It wasn’t dark enough for something unsettling but light enough that any jump scares would feel like they were not coming at you from all sides like the best surround sound. For some reason you felt like watching something with creepy children and Sinister was the answer to that. The warm glow of the sun revealed a looming figure standing there, looking grumpy.

“Are you watching an Ethan Hawke film?” Dieter asked.

“Yeah”

“Without me?” He came and sat down next to you on the couch, and he looked so hurt and dejected, it was adorable.

“Do you have a crush on him?”

“Who wouldn’t?” he almost scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Those blue eyes, I could happily get lost swimming in them.”

“You would totally leave me for him, wouldn’t you?”

“What? No, never. It depends,” you gave a little pout which greatly affected him, “I don’t think I’m his type anyways. And I love you too much. Even if he came riding up on a horse and declared his undying love for me, I’d…” he drifted off, almost like he was hypnotised by his own imagination.

“Dieter?”

“Sorry, I was imagining him riding a horse. And he’s shirtless. And sweaty. And…” once again he’d hypnotised himself.

“Dieter,” you said a bit more firmly this time.”

“Sorry, I have this little fantasy where we’re cowboys.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Aw, that’s sweet.”

“No, but seriously, I do love you.”

“More than Ethan Hawke?”

“More than Ethan Hawke.”

“I know you’re ridiculously disgustingly in love with me that not even the power of Ethan Hawke’s blue eyes will tempt you away. Also, there is The Thing.”

“You mean our baby that’s growing inside of you?”

“Yeah, that.”

He snuggled up to you and rubbed your stomach, “You don’t have to answer me but, why do you call it The Thing?”

You put your hand on top of his, “No one ever tells you how weird pregnancy is. If you had to explain it to an alien race that something is going to grow inside of you and then once it forces its way out, you’ll have to look after this creature then it will sound horrible to them.”

“Almost like a horror film?”

“Exactly.”

“Speaking of which…” you picked up the remote, “I don’t think you’ll like this film.” It was a quiet, jump scare free scene, so Dieter was unaware of the horrors about to come.

“But it’s Ethan Hawke.”

“It’s a horror film.”

“He does horror films?”

“He has the range. And great actors can go into any genre. I mean, you’ve done a horror series.”

“Yeah, but that was at the advice of the most wonderful woman in the world,” he leaned his head on your shoulder, “It’s you by the way.”

“I know,” you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed play, “I should warn you; you won’t like this one.”

“Nonsense.”

And he was right. Right until it got to the ‘Lawn work 86’ scene to which he promptly shrieked and leapt behind the couch. Literally. You paused the film and looked to where Dieter was peering over from behind the couch.

“I’m sorry I forgot about the volume.”

Dieter mumbled out a small “That’s okay,” but stayed behind the couch.

“I can put another film on if you want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You wouldn’t like the rest of it. And there’s one big jump scare at the end,” he seemed unconvinced, “And there’s creepy children.”

“Yeah okay, you can change the film,” he finally moved to the front of the couch and sat back next to you.

“Any film you had in mind?”

“Ever heard of Maudie?” you shook your head, “Obviously it’s Ethan Hawke. And that woman who eloped with the fish guy.”

You furrowed your brows for a second, “Oh, you mean Sally Hawkins. I enjoy anything she’s in.”

Dieter acted as your pillow as he put on the film. The only problem with Dieter was that he was so warm and soft that you were slowly being seduced by the sweet temptation of slumber. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the gentle murmur of your husband’s voice. It took you a second to realise that he was talking to your stomach, to the life that was growing inside of you.”

“Are you talking to The Thing again?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay. I think it likes the sound of your voice?”

“Really?”

“Really really. Well it stops squirming around at your voice.”

Dieter gave your stomach a slight frown, “Are you giving your sexy mama a hard time?”

You couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again, seeing the love that he already had for this creature neither of you had met. He looked up at you, “You know if it’s a boy…”

“No.”

“But…”

“We are not naming our child after Ethan Hawke.”

“But…”

“It will be too weird.”

He sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Films referenced: Sinister (2012), Strange Way of Life (2023), The Thing (1982), Maudie (2016), The Shape of Water (2017)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle

[ethansluvbot]

would you do a sam carpenter x sister reader fic … based on scream vi maybe she sacrifices herself. -angst ; sad; blood . ethan k¡lls her maybe pls make it gore and sad thank u , love ur scream fics

TV | ETHAN LANDRY

summary: reader is sams sister and she's best friends with ethan. after a fight with ethan, you both start to ignore each other. later that night you guys follow a plan to get rid of the ghost face. it ends up with you not being exactly lucky...

warnings: SPOILERS!!!, knifes, blood, gore, angst.

an: hey!! thank you so much for the request. i hope this is what you were hoping for. if its not feel free to lmk :) this does not follow the scream 6 plot.

moving to new york wasn't your idea. you didn't enjoy the city at all. it was crowded, filthy and the people there were beyond rude. the only reason you were there was for your sisters. you were always worried, mostly for tara since she was the youngest of you all.

being in the friend group wasn't ideal, considering you were also a target to the ghost face. somehow ethan made it better. he was always there for you. after each of your classes he was waiting to walk you to the next.

walking out of your current class you saw the awkward boy standing there. you smiled walking over to him. the thing was you never asked him to walk you anywhere, he was just there. chad always made fun of him for it but you thought it was sweet.

"hi! your going to have fun in professor lawsons class, he had so much fun objectifying girls in the class," you said sarcastically. he gave you an awkward smile taking your books from you.

"thank you ethan, you know you don't have to walk me to all of my classes right?"

he looked over to you with big puppy dog eyes, "i know. i enjoy to walk with you though."

that was all true. ethan had the biggest crush on you since you moved to new york. he would never flat out tell you but he tried to hint it. handing you back your books when you got the classroom he waved goodbye.

"see you later?" you smiled over to him. he nodded in responses hurrying to his class, hopefully not being too late.

somehow your night turned into tara, sam and you being chased by serial killers. it scared you more to believe your sisters could be murdered than yourself. mindys predictions began to add up about who the killers were. ethan was never there when the attacks were going on. you began to doubt all the allibies that he had told you.

how could ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eye boy do this? all those nights your had spent with him were ruined. all the dinners, picnics and walks your spent with him meant nothing to you anymore. you were left alone, defenseless in the theatre.

kirby was knocked out on the floor, sam and tara were being held by the other ghostface, and you were left there on the ground. one of the ghost face crouch down beside you tilting there head.

"hello pretty girl," a tear escaped your eye as you know exactly who this was. it was for sure ethan. he always called you pretty girl.

"fuck you," you say kicking at him. he finally pulled off his mask. he brought the knife to your throat pressing harshly. chocking you saw your sisters approaching the theatre.

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. id rather not see your face another second," you yelled in his face harshly. you saw tara tear up as she saw the knife at your throat.

"i didn't want it to end like this. you could've helped us, you could've lived but you chose this for yourself." he screamed back at you, this time he plunged the knife into your skin.

"you stupid fucking bitch," he continued to stab you with the knife as you screamed out in pain. this caused sam to finally break as she kicked detective bailey. she quickly spun around grabbing the closest item and hitting him in the head. grabbing his gun and shooting him in the head.

you had never seen this side of sam. in your eyes she would never hurt a fly, but there you were witnessing it with your own eyes. you hear another shot as you look to see ethan down. you couldn't speak as you felt yourself bleed out. the light began to get dimmer as you saw a figure crouch beside you.

"y/n. you have to keep your eyes open, please." tara stuttered out as she looked down at you. tears began to pour down her face as you grabbed her hand.

"i love both of you. all i wish is the best for both of you. if this save you both, then this is how i was supposed to go." your eyes began to shut as your heard one last sentence from tara.

"don't do this to me!" tara was dragged away by sam as she screamed to your name. sams eyes are swollen and red as she drags tara out. she didn't want to see her sister that upset. it was normal for sam to hide her emotions. she hugged tara as tears streamed down her face.

no one would've believed that ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eyed boy would kill anyone. all the time that you spent going to dinner, picnics and study dates meant nothing. you were glad he died. he needs to burn in hell.

[perfectprettypisces]

Thank God For Hometowns • J.H.S • Sneak Peek

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!OC

Synopsis: A country boy from Texas who left home to get away from his asshole of a father meets a city girl from Boston who just inherited everything from a grandmother she never knew existed. Partially inspired by this Carrie Underwood song of the same name.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of car accidents, mentions of cheating, mentions of unrequited feelings, fake town and some inaccuracies cause my only knowledge of ranches comes from watching Yellowstone lol

WC: 2.2k

a/n: a new Jake series! i had two versions of this story but i felt like i could do more with this one :) i might still write the other one, so let me know what you think! gotta love me a city girl x country boy lol also reposting this to make up for taking so long with the chapter of TPATP

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Jake never felt more at home than he did at that very moment. Sitting in a rundown bar in his hometown, his childhood friends crowded around a small table near the back corner. Multiple people had come by their table to say ‘hello’, ranging from old high school classmates to his dad’s golf buddies. Almost all of them wanted to hear about the mission that deemed him a hero and all of them wanted to know about why he was taking leave. He laughed it off every single time and used his charm to divert the conversation elsewhere before the person got bored and walked away. Every one of them patted him on the back before leaving and said: “Good to have you home, Seresin”.

“I’d like to make a toast,” his friend, Ethan, declares from beside him. He slaps a hand on Jake’s shoulder and jostles it back and forth. “To Jake Seresin and the return of Ridgewood’s golden boy.”

“And to Mrs. Alden,” his other friend, Libby, adds from across the table next to her husband, Dom. “A hell of a woman with a heart of gold and a mouth like a sailor, may she rest in peace."

“Here, here,” they chorus, clinking their shot glasses together. Each of them make sure they’ve clinked all of the others’ glasses before downing their shots. All the boys slam their glasses down on the bar once they’ve finished while the two girls at the table grimace at the burn of the alcohol.

“God, I’ll never get used to that,” Dylan coughs from her seat on the other side of Jake. She pushes her shot glass as far away from her as possible, like it was going to burn her again if it was too close.

“Yeah, you always were a lightweight,” Jake says, nudging her shoulder with his.

Dylan’s face heats up under Jake’s gaze, a shy smile adorning her face as she avoids eye contact.

It was no secret that Dylan’s had a crush on ever since high school, even after they’d broken up. To him, dating her was the typical childhood friends to lovers pipeline; they were already so comfortable with each other that it seemed worth it to give it a try. He felt terrible breaking it off with her all those years ago, but he couldn’t keep stringing her along when it was obvious her feelings for him were stronger than his feelings for her.

Luckily, they’d been able to keep their friendship, but even after all these years, Dylan never seemed to lose feelings. Libby tells him it’s partially his fault; the flirty banter and physical affection that was practically hardwired into his systems sent quite the mixed messages. It also didn’t help that they’d hooked up the past few times he was home, but Libby didn’t know that as far as he knew. He was conscious enough to dial down the banter when they were out with their friends, but it would slip out on occasion when he wasn’t thinking.

He knows he fucked up when he catches Libby eying him with a pointed look from across the table. He shifts nervously and tries to subtly move his chair an inch or two to the right to show her he didn’t mean it.

“So, any idea what’s gonna happen with the ranch?” Dom asks, blissfully unaware of the silent exchange between his wife and his best friend as he extends his arm across the back of her chair.

All eyes turn to Jake given that his father and the Seresin’s were one of the two families in charge of running it.

“Gotta wait for the new owner,” Jake shrugs, ensuing wide-eyed looks from his friends.

“‘The new owner’?” Libby asks incredulously as her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “You mean you don’t know who it is?”

“Nope, not a clue,” he shrugs again, trying to retain a neutral face.

Unfortunately, these people have known him almost as long as he’s been alive and they catch on all too quickly when he lies.

“Bullshit,” Ethan exclaims, slamming his hand on the table and making it wobble. He’d only had a single beer and a shot, but he was just as much of a lightweight as Dylan. “You know something.”

“You’re right, he does.”

Before Jake can turn toward the new voice, he feels an arm wrap around his shoulders. He turns to the right to see his older sister, Cassidy.

“See? I knew it,” Ethan exclaims again, standing and gesturing for her to take his seat. “C’mon, Cass, what is it?”

“Cass…” Jake trails off in warning. This was not the time nor the place and they weren’t the people to be telling. He was never a fan of gossiping, which had been one of the main reasons why he felt like leaving was the best option for him. Information spread like wildfire in Ridgewood and he never wanted to be the one holding the matches.

Unfortunately for him, his sister was the exact opposite. She gossiped just as much as the next person.

“Alright, so y’all remember Mr. & Mrs. Alden’s son, Grant? The one that died in the car accident all those years ago?” Cassidy starts, completely ignoring her younger brother’s warning.

“The one that went to Harvard?” Libby asks.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

Grant Alden hadn’t been much older than Cassidy was now when he died. A tragic accident that ended with his car wrapped around a telephone pole about a mile away from the airport.

Everyone knew the story, even those who weren’t even born yet when it happened. The Alden name was synonymous with Ridgewood just as much as the Seresin’s. Before Jake was crowned the golden boy of their town, Grant had held that title for a solid three decades. He was the typical high school stereotype: star quarterback of the high school football team, academic honors and heart-stopping good looks. No one had been surprised when he accepted a full ride scholarship to Harvard because if anyone was going to make something of their life outside of Ridgewood, it was going to be Grant.

No one expected him to come back after he graduated, let alone discard his degree completely to devote his entire life to the family ranch. As always, people came up with crazy ideas and rumors, but no one dwelled on it for long. He was a damn good rancher and most people were just happy to have the golden boy back in town.

A privilege Jake was all too lucky to have for himself now.

“Well, apparently the reason he left after college was because he knocked up the daughter of some big-shot, old money Boston businessman. They weren’t a fan of some country boy shackin’ up with their daughter, so they basically drove him out of the city,” Cassidy confesses. “He started working on the ranch again to get back on his feet and the rest is history. Mr. & Mrs. Alden never told a soul until after Grant died in order protect him.”

No one speaks for a hot minute as they try to process Cassidy’s words, all except Jake who had heard the story from his father earlier that day.

They all used to think of Grant as the cool, young uncle that was all about fun. He’d been the one to teach them all how to ride and the one who let them set up camp on his family’s land when they got older. The Grant they knew never seemed like the type to settle down and have kids. Apparently only one of those was true.

“How do we even know that’s true?” Dom was skeptical. He knew just as much as Jake did about how unreliable certain information that came out of Ridgewood was. One could never be too sure and Cassidy had a reputation of just taking whatever information she could get and running with it.

“If it is, that baby should be about our age right now,” Libby says.

Cassidy holds up her hands in surrender and does an 'x' motion over her heart with her pointer finger. “Our dad and Mr. Everett were the ones Mr. & Mrs. Alden told Grant’s secret to after he died. They made them promise not to tell anyone."

“A promise they had no problem breaking when they found out that neither one of them was inheriting the ranch at the will reading,” Jake adds bitterly.

John Seresin and Dale Everett were business partners in everything, which made absolutely no sense to anyone since they outwardly hated each other. Mr. Alden had brought them on as teenagers to help around the ranch and despite going off and starting their own business, they were still a key part of running it. Neither one of them had been a fan of Grant returning, accusing him of being too young and irresponsible. They say he forced his way back onto the ranch despite it being owned by his parents.

If he hadn’t known his father’s true intentions behind keeping the Aldens’ secret, he almost would’ve been impressed by his willingness to keep their secret. Unfortunately, knowing the type of person his father is/was, it was all part of a bigger ploy of gaining the Aldens’ trust and wiggling his way into the will.

As much as he would’ve loved to have that ranch in his family, watching his father not get something he wanted for once in his life was so fucking satisfying.

“Okay, pause,” Dylan says, holding her hand up to stop Cassidy before she explains further. “That was–Wow, I was not expecting that, but what does Grant’s illegitimate child have to do with any of this?”

“Oh, Dylan. Sweet, sweet, Dylan,” Cassidy chides, leaning forward for dramatic effect. “That ‘illegitimate child’ is now the proud owner of the largest ranch in Ridgewood.”

Vanessa never felt as lost as she does when she looks around at all the packed boxes scattered about her soon-to-be former bedroom. Every trace of her was gone and packed away in various sized cardboard cubes. She gets déjà vu from the week prior where she’d done the exact same thing to her office after she’d gotten laid off. It doesn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still sucked to lose that sense of comfort she became so accustomed to.

No job, no fiancée, no friends. If she wasn't this close to spiraling down a dark hole, she almost could've laughed at how horrible her life was going.

She sighs as she places the last of her things in the final box. The movers were supposed to be coming any minute to take all of her stuff to her parents’ house and she had half a mind to tell them to take her anywhere but there, but her options were limited at the moment.

Move back in with her overly critical and condescending parents or stay in the house where (ex) fiancée fucked her (ex) best friend on more than one occasion?

Unfortunately, neither was not an option.

She just finishes taping the box closed when her phone rings. She wants to ignore it; anyone that had her number was someone she didn’t want to talk to, but she picks it up anyway.

There’s just a phone number with no caller ID and an area code she doesn’t recognize. It’s not from Boston or Massachusetts for that matter and her suspicions are confirmed when the text underneath says the call is coming from somewhere in Texas.

It was probably a scam. She’s never been to Texas, let alone know anyone that lives or lived in Texas at any point in their lives. She contemplates for a moment and her curiosity gets the better of her. If it was a scam, so be it. There wasn’t much left that they could take from her anyway.

“Hello?” she answers, balancing the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she picks up the last box and walks toward the door.

“Hi! My name is Carolyn Fisher and I’m looking for Ms. Vanessa Manning?”

The first thing Vanessa notices is how perky this woman’s voice is. The second thing is the slight southern twang laced beneath her words. This woman sounded like every stereotypical Southern belle in a Hollywood movie. The third was the pang in her chest when she says her name. No more future Mrs. Vanessa Montgomery. 

Vanessa places the box on the floor and dusts her hands off, readjusting the phone in her grip. “This is she,” she says.

This definitely wasn’t a scam, but it still had her wondering what the hell this woman from Texas could want with her.

“Oh! Ms. Manning, it’s so nice to finally get into contact with you,” the woman says rather excitedly. “Like I said, my name is Carolyn Fisher. I’m an attorney and current executor of the will of one Mrs. Mary Frances Alden, your grandmother. It looks like you're listed as the sole beneficiary of all of her assets, both liquid and fixed.”

Okay, maybe this was a scam, because that definitely wasn’t right. Mary wasn’t the name of either of her grandmothers and the last time she checked, they were both very much alive and living in Nantucket. Granted, she only ever saw them maybe once a year, but she thinks she’d know if something happened to either of them. 

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong Vanessa Manning,” she says apologetically. She did feel kind of bad that this woman had obviously gone through an awful lot of trouble to find her and she wasn’t who she was looking for. “I don’t have a grandmother named Mary Alden or know anyone by that name, for that matter.”

To her surprise, the woman doesn’t seem deterred. “It’s a lot to explain,” she chuckles. “Do you have a few minutes? I would love to talk and possibly set up an in-person meeting to go over everything.”

*(also anyone from Texas or in the South, please don't roast me, i'm literally from Hawai‘i and have no idea how any of this works and everything i write is coming from research on Google lol)

[lisxcarr]

[ lily collins | 33 | cis-female | she/her ] Hey, look! It’s [ LISETTE CARRINGTON ] at [PARK STREET YOGA]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [YOGA INSTRUCTOR]? I guess they’re from [EAST HAVEN] and have been in town for [BACK FOR ONE YEAR], living in [MAPLE HILLS]. I also heard they’re a little [VINDICTIVE], but also very [JOVIAL] which definitely makes sense. 

Basics:

Full name: Lisette Skye Carrington-Diaz

Nickname: Lis, Lissy, Skye(By the family and very close friends)

Age: 33

Birthdate: July 12th, 1990

Sun,Moon,Rising: Cancer, Scorpio, Gemini

Hometown: East Haven

Job: Yoga Instructor at Park Street Yoga

Been in East Haven: 33 years (left for 14 years, has been back for 1 year)

Bio:

tw; addiction, abandonment, neglect

It was rough growing up in Lisette's household. Her mother had an addiction to alcohol and drugs and her father was never home, always trying to escape her mother's unpredictable temper. When she was 7 her father left for good and without a trace. Which left Lis alone to take care of herself and her mother.

With no other person around to take her mother's rage, Lis was the primary person who had to deal with her mother's outbursts. It lasted like this until she was 12 and taken away by the state to live with her aunt and uncle. It wasn't as if she didn't see her mother around town but the move provided her with a sense of stability that she never felt before.

But by then, the girl was wild. She had learned quickly how to manipulate others to get what she wanted and much like her mother, she had a temper. Lis always seemed to find herself in trouble but never faced any serious consequences. Even when she threw a huge house party and had the cops called on her, she was able to talk her way out of trouble.

At the age of 18, Lis moved away. She was convinced that she belonged in a big city such as LA, and that's exactly where she went.

She lived out of her car for a few months, taking whatever jobs that she could get. It wasn't until she met a great connection at a Hollywood mansion party(a party she crashed), that she was able to become a makeup artist working on various sets.

Was she professionally trained? No. Did she manage to pull it off as if she was? Yes.

After years of finding work, one day on a set she met her ex-husband, Max. Typically Lis was never one for commitment but she had fallen hard and fast for him, and after a few months of dating, they were already married. There was a considerable age gap, but at the time, they complemented each other.

Lisette never expected it to last forever, but she didn't expect to be cheated on. When she figured out that he was seeing another woman, Lis left the city without giving him a chance to explain. She mailed back her ring and within a week had her lawyers serve him divorce papers.

Being back in East Haven was healing in a way. She decided to start going to therapy, became a yoga instructor, and even began to patch up her relationship with her mother...but seeing her ex around definitely brings up sour feelings.

Headcanons:

Lis is not professionally trained to be a yoga instructor but no one would ever know.

She still does side gigs as a makeup and hair artist, helping out around town with weddings and other formal events.

Much like her mother, Lis kept her ex-husband's last name out of spite.

Speaking of her past relationship, Lis was quite toxic in that marriage. Looking back on it now, she could have been nicer, but after being cheated on, she'd never admit that out loud.

An absolute flirt. She flirts with anyone and everyone.

She may not be good at commitment, but she is a loyal friend and loyal in romantic relationships.

Important Relationships:

Family; Parents: Felicity and Ethan Carrington, Aunt and Uncle: Elizabeth and Daniel Hartford

Platonic; Plots wanted: Childhood friends, family friends, work buddies, sibling-like relationships, regulars who attend her yoga classes

Romantic; Ex-Husband: Max Diaz; Plots wanted: First love, unrequited crush, exes, hookups

[sapphicsmaximoff]

the play pt. 1- maddy perez

Summary: you attend lexis play

a/n: thanks for the support on my maddy fics! also y/cn means your characters name in lexis play. thx for 200 followers! and since the show is over for a while, i will write a few drabbles pre s1/during s1

“I met Y/CN through Hallie actually. They’d known each other longer than they knew Marta. She was the quiet friend, who never went to parties and babysat her friend’s younger sister when the older would go to parties as a freshman.”

“Ya know I’m like 14, I don’t need a babysitter.” Lexi groans. “I know, but your mom said we were supposed to watch you and…Cassie dipped on me.” The younger girl frowns, watching you as you look at your one card UNO deck with a slight frustration.

“My go?” Lexi nods, as you put a card down, making her groan. “UNO OUT BABY!”

“Hallie knew Y/CN was a good friend. She also knew she was in love with her. Hallie knew how to take advantage, and I sadly watched from the sidelines. Eventually though…I noticed Y/CN had actually developed feelings for someone else who treated her better. Marta.”

“So…do you like me?” Maddy asks, making you gulp. “No…I don’t really like straight girls…” Maddy smirks, crossing her legs. “Who said that?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Said what?”

“That I was straight. I like to think I like everyone.”

“Even girls?”

“Why not? I don’t see a problem with it.” Lexi looks between you as you try to keep your composure.

“It was sad to watch Y/CN pine over Marta, so I hatched an idea! Kissing practice. It was pervy, I know, but Y/CN actually needed because when she’d shown me on her own it was atrocious.” The audience laughs as you bury your face in your hands. Maddy giggles, hugging your side.

“So…we just…kiss? Wh-“ Before you could continue, Maddy grabs your head, connecting your lips. You both got into it, and it lasted way longer than you expected. When you separated your eyes were still closed.

“Wanna go again?” Your eyes shot open. “Again?” You gasp. “Practice makes perfect.” She batted her eyelashes, and you look hypnotized almost. “Okay.”

“It was like a forbidden love story, at least until Jake came along…”

You sat at a bench with Maddy, talking about having dinner at your house. That was until a silver Ford pulled up on the sidewalk. “Yo, Maddy!” Maddy looks up at the truck, a glint in her eyes.

“I’m gonna take you out, come on!” He completely ignored you as usual. Unsurprisingly, so did she. She jumped in his car, without even an utter of a goodbye.

“Crazily enough, we both listened to each other and gave advice. As Jade slowly drifted away, Y/CN swooped in. She was a great friend, and actually listened and cared about me. She’d told me once she thought Jake was like Midas but with the plague.” The crowd laughs as Nate’s jaw clenched.

“I always wondered what Marta had seen in Jake that wasn’t better in Y/CN.” Maddy wondered that too. “I don’t know if Y/CN ever told Marta, but she told me about the time…”

You noticed Maddy had been on a break with Nate, which was a good feeling for you sort of. She’d said that Nate was definitely gonna grovel at her feet and beg for her back on Valentine’s day, but he didn’t. Shocker.

So you bought her a large bouquet of roses, and got to school extra early, already knowing her code, you placed them in there, with a note.

Love you,

X

Nate

If only you had the confidence to just put your own name.

“That was you?” You don’t answer, continuing to watch. “You guys are like…meant for each other.” ‘Hallie’ says. So the play went on past Lexi, with your permission considering when it was still in the works you both reconnected, mentioning your long crush on Maddy, with a small mention about Jules.

She began to delve into ‘Marta and Jake’, and then there was a very eventful and stellar performance of “I Need A Hero.” from Ethan as Hake, which obviously pissed Nate off because he walked out and never came back.

When everyone had given a standing ovation, and the set was changing, you felt as though something was going to happen, and then you looked behind.

It was Cassie, breathing like she was a dinosaur in Jurassic Park. “What the hell…”

That was when she stormed inside, a determined face, you glanced where she had her eyes trained, and stood up to stop her, holding her arm. “What the fuck are you doing, Cassie?!” She tries to move out of your hold but you grip her a bit harder.

“Let go of me, Y/N!” You refused to let go, and she resorted to kicking you in the shin. She walks off as you caress your leg. “Ow! You bitch!” She flips you off as she walks onto the stage.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.