#i need to stop being a cowards and actually start working towards my drivers license 😭

[paranormalglass]

mutuals i need opinions if you can provide

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[rina-writes]

The Absolute Worst

Summary: You accompany your brother, a newly famous YouTuber, to the Dolans house for a collab.  Through a series of misunderstandings, you determine that Ethan Dolan is the worst human being in the world. Luckily, the feelings are mutual. Much to your chagrin, because of a misstep on your part, you are now quarantining with Dolans for 14 days. Your only hope is to make it through the tension without it all blowing up in your face.

Warnings: Angsty in the beginning, then smut and then fluff towards the end. (Just in case this isn’t clear...single!Ethan)

You touched your face with disbelief as you stared up at Ethan Dolan’s smug face.  You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten to put on your mask, and of all times now? Your face turned red hot as your hand dipped into your pocket to pull out the triple layered fabric mask. You slipped it behind each ear sheepishly, unable to meet Ethan’s eyes.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know how he was staring at you.  Besides glaring at him all day, you had followed the twins for a couple years.  Ethan seemed to be a sweet guy, with his boyish look of large hazel eyes, tousled dark brown hair and rosy red cheeks.  The behavior you saw today revealed him to be a complete douche bag.

For starters, when you first arrived with your brother, the boys were too busy to greet you.  Something was so important on their phones that they could not tear themselves away.  You and your brother watched them awkwardly in silence, wondering what to do.  It was only when you cleared your throat did Grayson look up and introduce himself.  He had to yell Ethan’s name and slap him on the shoulder to get Ethan to pay attention.

The boys gave you and your brother a tour of their estate, and Ethan lingered around his car to brag about it.  As he drowned on and on about his Tesla, you looked at your brother with a worried expression.  Your brother was younger than you, and quite impressionable.  His most recent video recently gained popularity earning him a check from YouTube with more zeroes than anyone in your family had seen in their lifetime.  Your entire family respected that it was your brother’s money, but everyone was praying he didn’t do anything foolish with it.  Given the fact your brother could not even drive without a licensed driver accompanying him, you didn’t like the starry look in your brother’s eyes when Ethan bragged about the car.  Your heart almost dropped to your stomach when your brother agreed and said, “I’m definitely buying a Tesla.”

“Y/b/n,” You said in a warning tone. “You should really focus on getting a place to live...”

“Lay off, Y/n.” Your brother whispered to you, harshly.

You were a bit taken aback. Your brother never spoke to you like that...at least not in public.  You had a fairly good relationship, and he knew you meant well.  You instantly blamed it on the fact he was trying to look cool in front of Ethan.  

“If you need a place to live,” Grayson smiled, walking over to a navy blue wrapped van.  “How about this nice van?”

You blinked slowly.  Why on Earth would your teenage brother want a van?

“Is this the van from your cross country trip?!” Your brother yelled, running over to it.

“Oh hell no...” You said a little too loudly.  The last thing you wanted was for your fanboy brother to get duped into buying a lemon. You put your hands on your hips. “And how much is this van, Mr. Dolan?”

Grayson’s eyebrows went up at the accusatory tone, and you saw Ethan’s shoulders square up behind his brother.  You didn’t back down. Sure, they were large muscular dudes, but you weren’t a coward. At least...not when it came to your younger brother.

“It depends on how much you want to offer...” Grayson said, recovering from his shock with a soft smile.

“How much did you buy it for?” You asked, cutting off your brother before he could jump in.

“$75,000...” Ethan said, folding his arms as he walked forward. “But we’re selling it for 74, plus $100 since Grayson took the time to build it up nicely.”

You gulped.  You glanced at your brother who had fallen silent.  That was more than what was in his bank account at the moment.  You definitely couldn’t afford that.

“It’s less than the Tesla...” Grayson offered with a soft laugh.

You watched as your brother’s eyes widened, followed by the slump of his shoulders.  You sighed.  Great, now your brother felt like a loser because he couldn’t afford these fancy cars.

“If you’re done flaunting, it would be nice to start the video.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Y/n...” Your brother frowned. “Don’t be rude.”

Your jaw dropped behind your mask as you looked at your brother with shock.  You were being rude? They were the ones making your brother feel inferior!

“No, Miss Y/l/n is right.” Ethan said, walking past you to the tiny shed where they were going to film the video. “We should get this show on the road.”

You knew he was making fun of you for calling Grayson Mr. Dolan, but you didn’t care. The faster you could get out of this house, the better.

Just as you were getting started filming, Ethan got a call.  He left to answer it, but then ran back in with haste.  

“Gray, we gotta go! The interview has been moved up to this afternoon.” Ethan announced.

“Wait, what?” Grayson asked, looking at his watch.  “What time?”

“4pm.” Ethan answered.

“Damn...” Grayson stood up. “We need to leave now if we’re gonna make it.  Sorry, man.  Can we take a rain check?” Grayson looked at your brother sumpathetically.

Your brother nodded, disappointed, but he clearly understood.  You, however, did not.

“How do they move up an interview last minute?” You asked.

Ethan frowned. “It was a mistake made by my assistant.  She mixed up the dates.”

“I thought you said it was moved up?” You questioned.

“I didn’t think I needed to give the gory details.” Ethan groaned.  “Honestly, I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, sorry!” You put your hands up in defense.  “Excuse the fact that we don’t actually live around here and had to taken an Uber 2 hours to get here. The least you could do was make our time worth it.  But no, go to your interview.”

“Y/n...” Your brother whined.  “...it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” You argued, looking at your brother.  You could feel your face soften when you saw the embarrassment in his eyes.  You felt like your mother humiliating him in front of his classmates.

“Sorry...I’m not myself today.” You said, more to the boys than to your brother.  “Let’s reschedule.”

“No...” Ethan said, clearly a mix of annoyed and amused, “Come with us to the interview and we will finish filming after.  It’s not like we need daylight or anything. Does that work for you, Miss Y/l/n?”

You looked at your brother who nodded, so you nodded as well.

You rode in the Tesla to the studio where the interview was taking place.  Your brother was texting you and you did your best to not let your annoyance show on your face.

Y/b/n: Can you stop being so mean? What’s up with you??

Y/n: ME???? I’m not the one treating people like second class citizens. They are such jerks.

Y/b/n: Why because they have nice cars? Because they have busy schedules?

Y/n: Because they are PHONY. How do ignore to people sitting right in front of you? How do you claim to be down to Earth and sell a teenager a $74k van?

Y/b/n: Can you just stop? You’re blowing it out of proportion.

You sat back in the seat with pursued lips as you looked out the window.  Your brother did the same, looking the other way.  You knew the conversation was over for awhile.

You watched from the sidelines as the twins did their interview, scoffing every now and then.  You would occasionally see Ethan looking at you and you did nothing to hide your disdain. He didn’t say anything about it until your drove back to the house.  Now around 7pm, Grayson offered to pick up food for you all to eat. Your brother volunteered to go with him and before you knew what was happening, you were left alone with Ethan Dolan in his kitchen.

“What was so funny during the interview?” Ethan asked, his eyes dark and his jaw set.  His hands were on the counter top supporting his weight as he looked at you. His blue medical mask was tucked a bit under his nose, adding emphasis to the glare in his eyes.

“I just couldn’t get over how easily you lie.” You shook your head with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh?” Ethan asked, quirking a brow. “When did I lie?”

“Well, for one thing, they complimented you on your manners, but little did they know how poorly you treated your guests today.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Huh, okay.” Ethan nodded slowly, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “But that’s a matter of opinion, no?”

“I don’t think...” Your voice faltered as you realized it really was. But who was he to tell someone that they should not feel upset about how he treated them?

“Please, continue.” Ethan folded his arms on the counter, lifting one up to rest his cheek on his palm.  “This is fun.”

‘What a condescending prick.’ You thought.

“Fine.” You humored him. “How about the fact that you claimed to be observing the covid procedures, but the first time I saw you whip on a mask today was right before we walked in to the studio. Not to mention the countless times we see you online around people without a mask.”

“I stood six feet apart from you until we were in the car.” Ethan said, defensively. 

“Sure, fine.” You agreed. “But what about the second point? You should take responsibility to at least quarantine with people if you are going to be regularly collaborating.”

“Am I supposed to quarantine with every single person I am less than six feet away from without a mask?” Ethan asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” You said, incredulously. “Have you been ignoring the news?”

“So, are you saying that you do?” Ethan asked. “Little miss perfect?”

You rose your head proudly. “Yes, I do.” 

When Ethan didn’t say anything you stood up taller and continued. “I can’t tell you how to treat others, but I think you are being socially irresponsible to not at least adhere to the health rules set by the state of California.  Most of your fanbase is incredibly young and you are setting a poor example for them.”

“I see.” Ethan leaned over the counter to touch your hand. “This is about 3 feet.”

He looked up at your through his long lashes with a bright, mischievous grin. “You, young lady, have forgotten to put on your mask.  What does that make of you?”

Which  leads us to where we first started. As you recalled the fact that had put your mask in your pocket when you guzzled water from your water bottle, you suddenly realized in the confusion of ordering dinner, you forgot to put it back on. Ethan who was now standing on the same side of the counter as you from six feet away, stood there mockingly.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

“Ethan...” You started, as you put on your mask.

“Oh, I don’t get a Mr. Dolan?” Ethan tsked. “How rude.”

Your stomach turned.  You wanted to vomit. The thought of apologizing to Ethan Dolan revolted you. You met his eyes, putting on a false air of confidence.

“I was wrong. While I try to consistently follow the rules, even I can make mistakes.” You didn’t say sorry, but you hoped it would be counted as an apology nonetheless.

“So,” Ethan smirked walking a step closer. “By your rules, and the rules of the state of California, doesn’t that mean that we should quarantine together?”

You felt face flush and your eyes go wide.  You stammered your reply. “Of course not! I have to self-isolate myself, but why on Earth do we have to do it together?”

“Am I supposed to believe you can self-isolate at home?” Ethan asked.

You looked down.  You couldn’t.  You and your brother were currently staying with a few friends while you tried to find a place of his own. It would be, to use your own words, socially irresponsible, to go back to a friend’s place without taking the proper safety precautions.

“Grayson and I are actually staying at an Airbnb.  As you can see, our house is currently under construction” Ethan gestured to the tarp on some of the furniture. “We have a spare guest room for you and your brother. You can stay there, we can film a few videos with your brother, and you can make sure everyone is safe.”

“I--” 

Before you could respond, the door opened.  Grayson and your brother walked in with a feast of food for you all to share.  They instantly recognized the tension between you two and Grayson looked to Ethan for an explanation.  With the largest, phoniest smile you had ever seen, Ethan declared, “Y/n and Y/b/n will be staying with us!”

“What?” Your brother and Grayson asked in unison.

“I’ll explain .” You told your brother as you walked over to him.  You started to push him toward the front of the house to speak to him privately. You turned around to look at Ethan and said,

“We will not be imposing on you for free.” You said, sternly. “We can talk finances after I talk to my brother.”

It was your fifth day staying with the Dolans and it felt like an eternity.  You decided on paying $500 for your two week stay, far cheaper than any place in California would request for two people.  To make up for it, you offered to do some of the cooking and most of the cleaning. Since you were able to work online, you would use your lunch break and after work to prep the meals.  

Food was the only thing you and Ethan could agree on.  He would compliment your meals, as he could only really make breakfast.  You were grateful for the times he would present you with pancakes while you worked. 

Outside of food, you bickered all the time.  You didn’t like his attitude, his unsolicited advice, and cocky smirk. He apparently didn’t like your temper and your over-protectiveness of your brother that caused you to butt into conversations that did not concern you.  On the other hand, Grayson and your brother got along quite well.  They frequently worked out together and went surfing together.  It was the most happy you had seen your brother since he moved to LA.  You still wanted to leave the Dolans, but you hoped that Grayson would still be a good friend to your brother after you both had left their residence.

After all, you had no intentions of staying in Los Angeles forever.  Unlike your brother, there was nothing drawing you to the city.  It was one of the reasons you were being so harsh on your brother.  If he was going to be out here alone, he needed to be taught how to spot those who had his best interest at heart.  There was no doubt in your mind that Ethan Dolan could not care less about anyone but himself and his brother.  He was the absolute worst.

It was Saturday and thus your brother and Grayson went to surf.  You were surprised when you emerged in the kitchen to see Ethan cooking pancakes.  You assumed you were in the house alone.

“Why aren’t you surfing with them?” You asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes, good morning Miss Y/l/n. I am doing well, thank you for asking.” Ethan remarked, not looking up from the frying pan he was coating with coconut oil.  “For your information, I don’t like surfing.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, opening the fridge.  As you pulled out the water bottle you had chilling overnight, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you.  

You became incredibly aware that you were wearing a night set that was in the luggage your friend dropped off the first night of your stay.  Since you thought you were alone you didn’t bother to change, but now you felt embarrassed.  It was one of those cartoon print night sets with a tank top and matching shorts.  The top was quite large so it covered the top half of the shorts, but the shorts were small and didn’t cover much of your behind.  It looked a bit ridiculous, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

“Cute set.” Ethan commented.

You turned to look at him, expecting to see some kind of tease in his eyes, but you didn’t. He was staring at you almost blankly, as if he was waiting for your reaction.

“Thanks.” You said, sipping your water bottle. 

Ethan placed a small pancake on a plate and used the fork on the side to cut it. He blew on it gently, bringing your attention to his full, pale pink lips.  He walked over to you and held out the fork.

“Tell me what you think, new recipe.” He asked, cupping the fork as he brought it to you.

You removed the bottle from your mouth and opened your mouth to receive the pancake.  Ethan’s hand rested on your chin and you blushed. You chewed slowly and put a thumbs up of approval.  You covered your mouth before saying,

“It’s really good. Like you don’t need syrup or anything.” You reviewed.

Ethan’s eyes lit up and for a second, you saw the YouTuber you witnessed on the internet.  He didn’t seem like the monster you had been arguing with the last few days.

“I”m glad you like it.” Ethan grinned. “You inspired me to try new things with your unique recipes.”

“Uh thanks...” You said, the right side of your body leaning on the counter.

You watched him cook in silence, before realizing you could help by doing the dishes in sink.  The sounds of pancakes cooking and the water hitting the dishes was the only thing that filled the room before Ethan broke the silence.

“Pancakes are done. Let’s eat ‘em while they’re hot.” Ethan suggested.

You turned off the water and dried your hands as Ethan put the plates on the table.  You sat across from each other and began to eat. You usually didn’t eat together, as you were both usually working while eating. You noticed Ethan wincing without touching his food and you looked up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You chew really loudly.” Ethan said, annoyed. “I hate the sound of chewing.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You asked. “How am I supposed to eat without chewing?”

“You could chew less obnoxiously.” Ethan suggested.

“Or maybe you can stop being a little bitch and stop whining about stupid stuff.” You stabbed a piece of pancake and chewed it loudly.

“Real mature.” Ethan said, covering his ears backing away from the table. 

You didn’t care.  You followed him, chewing as loudly as you could, even into the living room. When you didn’t have any more left to chew, you continued to smack your lips.

“God, you’re so f*cking annoying.” Ethan yelled.

“I’m annoying?!” You repeated. “HA! You, Ethan Dolan, the most spoiled, self-righteous, arrogant person I have ever met.  You are the absolute worst.”

You slammed your finger into his chest as you spoke.  Ethan seized your hand quickly and your eyes widened.

“Why don’t you call me Mr. Dolan?” Ethan asked, a darkness in his voice. 

“Because you don’t deserve my respect.” You said, you eyes wide with indignation.

Ethan chuckled. “Do you have a complex about me or something?” His grasp on your hand slipped to your wrist. “Cause it seems like you just want to f*ck me sometimes.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoffed, pulling your hand from him.

“Oh? Let’s find out.” Ethan said, cockily. Ethan leaned in, caressing your cheek gently making you freeze.  You could feel your heart racing as your mind went back to how soft his lips looked. Your eyes danced upward to look at the ceiling. Your body seemed to move on it’s own toward him and you realized, you kinda did want to kiss him and punch him in the face at the same time.  You resigned to the former and your eyes fluttered close.  You waited, and nothing happened.  You opened your eyes to see Ethan staring at you with a smug smirk.

“Hm, told ya.” Ethan said, backing up.

Tears stung your eyes with humiliation, and you bit down on your lower lip. “You’re such a f*cking asshole. I’ll say it again, you are the worst person on this whole planet. I can’t stand you.” 

You turned to run back to your room.  You were going to leave this place even if you had to live a tent for the next nine days.

Ethan lurched forward and grabbed you. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your face and kiss you deeply.  You gripped his shoulders as his tongue slid expertly into your mouth and began to play with yours. As much as you wanted to resist, it felt really good.  It was like something inside of you was put to rest and another part of you was coming alive. When your hands dropped from his shoulders, Ethan’s own hands went down to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, letting your tongue explore his mouth.  Your tongues fought for dominance, but for once you didn’t care who won. Ethan’s hands gripped your backside and you let out a soft moan. You felt Ethan’s body tense and he suddenly scooped you up.

“Jump,” He commanded, breaking the kiss to do so.

You were still in a daze, as you stood on your tiptoes and your pelvis pressed into his.

Ethan lifted his hand to give your butt a smack. “Jump.”

You did and he carried you to the couch. He tossed you on top of it, admiring you from above.  His hand reached out to grab one of your breasts, confirming his suspicion that you were not wearing a bra. You arched your back toward and he smirked at you.

“Does this mean you want me?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours. 

“I can tell how much you want me.” You smirked back at him as his ever growing bulge pressed into your hips.

“I’m going to make you say my name...scream my name.” Ethan warned, slipping his hands under shirt to cup your breasts. “Just tell me you want it.”

“I’m not going to beg for it.” You arched you back as his thumbs circles your nipples, hardening them with ease.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck, still teasing your nipples and grinding into your hips. “God, I just need you to say it. I need you to say, you want me to f*ck you.”

There was something arousing about hearing him sound so needy yet so dominant in your ear that you succumbed.

“Please f*ck me, Mr. Ethan Dolan.” You practically moaned.

Ethan gave your neck a sloppy kiss, followed by a light suck earning a free sighs of pleasure from you.  You tugged on his tank top and he leaned back to pull it off.  He also took the liberty of raising your shirt to reveal the breasts he had slowly been making the acquaintance. 

“God, these are beautiful.” He remarked making your blush. “Shame they belong to such a troublesome woman.”

“Hey--” You started to protest, but soon one of your nipples was between his lips and getting kitten licks from his tongue. You let out a loud moan as put your hand on the back of his head to hold him down.  One of his hands was holding your back up while the other slipped past the crotch of your pants to tease your slit through your underwear. 

You gasped and Ethan took the opportunity to kiss you again.  This kiss was even hungrier than the first, his tongue desperate to taste every bit of you.  Meanwhile, his middle finger was doing a great job of adding the right amount of friction to arouse you. Ethan smiled softly as he felt the dampness on his finger, taking it as an invitation to rub your folds without a a barrier. 

“Ah, Ethan...” You moaned, as he slipped his middle finger inside of you while letting his thumb play with clit.

His mouth went to your other breast to give it the same attention as the previous one.  His other hand tweaking the already hardened nipple to keep it aroused.  Ethan relished your pleasure as you squirmed under him, moaning his name like it was the only word you could remember.  He rewarded you by inserting his ring finger inside you as well. Your hips bucked and he chuckled at the sudden reaction.

Ethan let go released your nipple from his lips with a pop before commenting. “Someone is eager.” 

“Let’s hope your dick doesn’t disappoint.” You said at him, with half open eyes.

“God, it’s like you like riling me up.” Ethan growled. “I can’t stand you.”

He pulled his hand out from inside of you and you couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving your lips.  Either Ethan didn’t notice or he didn’t bother teasing you about it, because he didn’t make a remark.  He pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion.  He admired your clit for a moment and you spread your legs teasingly.

“Wanna eat it?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip.

“You don’t deserve it.” He teased.  “But, I’ll grace you with the pounding of a lifetime.”

Ethan pulled down his pants to his knees and did the same with his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock: large, hard and proud, an audible gasp leaving your lips.

“I’m guessing it doesn’t disappoint.” Ethan smirked up at you.

“Just because you got the equipment, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.” You retorted.

Ethan leaned forward to hover directly over you. His eyes were controlled and filled with lust when he said, “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t think of a response and even Ethan was surprised he stunned you. He decided to take the opportunity to get you in the right position.

“Get on all fours.” He commanded, and he was shocked again to see you follow him so readily.

There was something alluring about seeing you with cartoon printed night shorts pooled at your knees and your shirt raised up your back to reveal your moist slit and perky butt eagerly waiting for him.  He would never be able to look at that outfit the same.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rimming you to get his tip wet.

“Should have put that loud mouth of yours to use and get me all wet.”

“You don’t deserve it.” You retorted.

Ethan smirked, but his smirk turned to a loud moan when you pushed back on to his dick letting him penetrate you.  He had to grip on to you to not fall on top of you in pleasure.  If he wasn’t already on his knees, he would have dropped to them.  You felt heavenly to him, so wet and tight, like you were made for each other.  

Ethan snapped out of it quickly.  He had to show you how good he was and not that he was only someone blessed with the right equipment. He pulled his hips back before slamming them roughly into you. You moaned out, but it wasn’t the kind of moan he was looking for.  So, he did it again from another angle.  This moan was a little closer, but not quite.  He did it a few more times until he found the spot.  The spot that made you scream his name from the top of his lungs.

“E-Ethan, oh Ethan, right there.” You moaned. “Please, Ethan, again...”

He did it again, just to make sure and you gripped the couch arm for balance. He continued to ram into you with the speed and strength to hit the same spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you almost started drooling. You did your best to push back against him and he grunted each time you did in response.

“Ah, Ethan...I’m gonna...” You warned.

Ethan could feel you clenching around him. “Damn, already?” Ethan let out a chuckle. “It’s almost like I’m good at this or something.”

“Shut up, Dolan.” You growled.

“What was that?” He asked, slowing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, Mr. Dolan.” You relented pushing against him at the previous speed. 

“Hmm” Ethan kept his dangerously slow pace.  “I”ll give you what you want, only if you explain why you hate me so much.”

“What....” You whispered harshly.

Ethan’s hand slipped around you waist to massage your clit as he pumped into you even slower.  Your head collided with the couch cushion as you groaned loudly.

“Why now?!” You yelled, mostly to yourself. Speaking was hard enough as he stimulated you, and it mostly came out in gasps.  “I didn’t like the fact that you made my brother feel small, okay?” 

You tried in vain to push back against him, but he was strong and controlled the pace.  He did move a bit faster.

“I-I really didn’t mean to...” Ethan said, he also sounded out of breath. “...I guess I was kinda trying to impress you guys.  But then you were being such a bitch.”

“Well, you had a shitty way of showing your interest.” You scoffed.

“And you have a bratty way of telling someone to be better.” Ethan retorted.

“Can you please just f*ck me now?” You begged.  “Please, Ethan...I need it.”

“I thought you weren’t going to beg me...”

“ETHAN FOR GOD SAKE!” You yelled, making him laugh.

“Fine fine....” He said, as though he was doing a small favor and not plowing you on the couch in the living room.  

He grabbed both your hips and slammed into you with an even faster speed. He pulled you down on to him, hitting you from a different angle while still managing to hit your spot each time.  You leaned back, your back hitting chest and you bounced on top of him.

“Oh yeah....” Ethan groaned. “That’s it, baby...”

“Baby?” You asked.

Ethan pulled your head back to meet his eyes. “Look at those eyes, you’re mine now, baby girl.  Don’t deny it...”

You couldn’t if you wanted to because he instantly bent down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth.  While the action slowed down your ability to bounce on him, Ethan was some how able to continue pushing up into you; driving you to your climax.  You weren’t sure if you would say you were his, but you were pretty damn sure this was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had.

As your orgasm rolled over you in waves, you shuddered as you felt Ethan pull out of you. With all the strength you could muster, you turned around and grabbed his dick to hold it steady for your waiting, open mouth.  The sight alone made Ethan release and he watched as his seed hit your tongue. He held your head, entangling his fingers in your hair to keep you steady as you took in all of his following spurts.  You looked up at him to meet his eyes, and Ethan swore the last spurt of cum was because of that alone.

“That was so freaking hot...” Ethan commented.

“I guess you deserved that.” You grinned,  after swallowing the last of his seed while licking the reminisce off your lips.

“Well, now you’ve spoiled your breakfast.” Ethan teased.

“Only fair you spoil yours too.” You teased back.  You leaned back on the couch opening your legs making Ethan chuckle before he obliged.

After making you orgasm again, you and Ethan awkwardly laid on your sides as you stared at each other. 

“So...” Ethan said, slowly.

“So...” You mimicked, before continuing.  “I’ll go first.”

“No, I will...” Ethan argued.

“Can we not argue for once?” You groaned.

“Fine...” Ethan sighed.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions about you and Grayson. To be honest, I think I wanted to hate you a bit.” You admitted.  “I was jealous of what you had achieved, not on my behalf, but my brother’s.  I didn’t want him to get discouraged or worse, look up to you guys and become douchebags...no offense.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Ethan groaned. He absentmindedly rubbed circles on your cheek with the back of his hand.  “I guess, me being rude when you first walked in was just my toxic habit of not being able to stop working. It was something related to the company and I wanted to just get it done.  I’m working on improving and focusing less on work. But, the bragging, I didn’t mean to do it. I just become a bit preach-y sometimes.”

“I get it.” You smiled. “To be honest, I was kind of nitpicking these past few days. I never thought I would admit it out loud, but I kind of like it here...with you.”

“Well, I do give killer head...” Ethan teased, making you laugh.

“God, don’t start.” You pushed him lightly.

Ethan leaned in and kissed you softly, no tongue, just enjoying your lips again his. You stayed like that for awhile, giving each other little kissed before slowly sitting up.

“We should get dressed before Grayson and my brother get back.” You said, putting your clothes back on.  “I think this would scar him for life.”

Ethan laughed. “You’re right. We should change...”

By the time Grayson and your brother came back in, you thought you covered up everything you both did.  You were both in your usual lounge wear and finally eating the breakfast Ethan prepared, though you did have to reheat it.

“How was the surf?” You asked your brother as he washed his hands at the sink behind you.

“Good.” He grinned.  He pointed between you and Ethan sitting across from each other. “You two become friends or something? You’re not arguing.”

“Oh, uh...I guess you could say that.” You said, blushing.

Ethan smirked, thinking about the multiple times you begged him earlier not to make any comments about your interaction to your brother.  You weren’t sure if you and Ethan were going to be more than friends just yet, and you didn’t want  your brother to know you banged guys so readily.

“Judging by the size of the hickey on her neck, I’m guessing they are a little bit more than friends right now...” Grayson remarked, emerging from the right side of the kitchen.

Your eyes went big as you stammered a response.  You watched as your brother’s smile from his laughter at Grayson’s “joke” faded into shock as he saw the bruise on your neck.  Your hand shot up to cover it, not helping your case at all.  You looked at Ethan for help, but he was red as a tomato.  For someone who talked a lot of smack he was just as awkward about this as you were.

“Oh my god...Y/N...I can’t believe you slept with one of my idols.” Your brother groaned, covering his face.  “You are the absolute worst!”

[theotherackerman]

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan.

NOTES:

Thursday, January 7th

song: drivers license-olivia rodrigo

chapter fourteen: i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

It had been a song written purely out of desperation to make sense of everything.

When Eren, Mikasa, and Armin had ended their friendship and cut off contact with another, Mikasa had been an absolute wreck.

She had no idea what to do, what she had done wrong.

So she turned to music.

Music would make everything better.

Music could make her sane.

The lyrics had been written first.

Every insecurity from high school to now came out in the lyrics. She couldn’t compose music. She didn’t have the first idea where to start. Eren had always helped with the music. She had been so frustrated. Why did every aspect of her life make her cry for him? Why did it push her deeper into depression.

“I compose music,” Historia offered.

So they went to the sun room and went to work.

It was from that moment that the band was born.

But there was one condition from Historia.

“I won’t sing this song. This is yours. If you ever want to hear it, you’ll sing and I’ll play keyboard.”

It was that song that Mikasa played on her keyboard after everyone else had left the sun room to go do their separate things.

Levi recognized it.

How could he not after the many times he had heard it?

He knew it was her way to cope. It was the song she always returned to and played for comfort.

Mikasa pretended not to see him in the doorway but once she stopped playing, he spoke.

“You need to play that for Eren,” Levi told her.

She turned her keyboard off, “I can’t. We’re trying to fix things.”

“You need to play it.”

“I can’t! It hurts too much. I...Historia won’t sing it.”

“Good, she doesn’t need to. You do. Stop being a coward,” Levi scoffed.

“I’m not!”

“You are. You’re acting like an angsty teen. Until he knows what he did, the actual severity of it, you’re never going to get past this. It’ll eat away at you until you do.”

Mikasa looked down at her keyboard and then back up at Levi. She knew he wasn’t doing this out of malice. She knew it wasn’t to hurt her. Mikasa knew Levi was saying this because at the end of the day, he was her parental figure. He didn’t want to see her in pain anymore.

Maybe that ache in her wasn’t just for Eren.

Maybe that ache was for Eren to understand how he had made her feel.

Eren had been open and honest with her, but had she done the same?

She sighed.

Levi smirked.

“I’m not saying you’re right if that’s what you’re waiting on,” Mikasa muttered.

He walked over and ruffled her hair, making it messy.

“Ah! Stop it!” Mikasa pleaded.

Sawney and Bean rushed into the sun room, happy barking filling the room.

They ran around all the instruments before they launched themselves at Mikasa, landing in her lap.

They barked again before licking her face.

“Alright, brat. Take them for a walk,” Levi walked out of the sun room.

“Fine,” Mikasa said before putting both corgis down on the floor.

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For small puppies, Sawney and Bean were incredibly strong. Mikasa easily kept pace with them but she was still impressed with their strength.. Once they returned to the house, she released them from their leashes and they ran off to track down Levi.

Sasha, Annie, and Historia were in the living room this time.

“Did the bride just punch that lady in the mouth?” Historia asked.

“Yep, that’s bad form though. She probably broke her thumb,” Annie added.

“Sasha, what did you put on tv this time?” Mikasa asked after she took her shoes off.

“Some wedding show. I just flipped through channels and it came up,” Sasha shrugged.

Her friends had the absolutely worst taste in tv shows.

Mikasa sat down between Sasha and Annie.

“Is that an ambulance?” Mikasa asked.

“I told you she was going to break her thumb,” Annie answered.

“Why did she even punch her?” Sasha asked.

“I think we missed that part,” Historia answered.

So they kept watching and commenting on the ridiculous show. They never did find out why the bride punched the other woman. The next show was about stories from the ER so they ended up watching that too.

This was the same routine they fell into at the house. Someone would find something random on tv and they would watch it together. Sometimes, they had contests to see who could find the worst possible thing to watch. The more horrible the acting was, the more likely the person who found it was likely to win.

“So the icicle just fell and stabbed him?” Levi asked as he entered the room.

Historia got out of his chair. The girls all scrunched together on the couch so Historia could sit with them. They really didn’t mind.

“The ER doctor doesn’t think so. She thinks there’s more going on,” Sasha informed Levi as she turned the volume up slightly.

“Wouldn’t it go through this head if it fell off the roof?” Historia asked.

“You would think. I don’t buy it. He clearly pissed someone off and they were going to kill him. I mean if the murder weapons melts, how can they blame you?” Sasha said with a shrug.

“We have been watching too much true crime,” Annie chimed in.

“Oh! Here’s the next patient. That guy fractured what?” Sasha asked.

“It’s a penile fracture. Now, quiet, I’m trying to hear,” Annie replied.

“Can you fracture that?” Historia asked.

“Apparently,” Mikasa answered.

“How?” Historia asked.

All four girls turned towards Levi.

He sighed, “normally, it’s from a strong blow.”

This caused all four girls to start laughing uncontrollably.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again as he shook his head.

Armin, Eren, and Ymir came down a few hours later to join the rest of the group for dinner.

Mikasa had told Eren she had a song that she wanted to share with him.

Levi smirked once he heard this and it took all of Mikasa’s control not to throw something at him.

She led Eren to the sun room once dinner was over.

“What song is she playing for him?” Ymir asked as she washed dishes.

The first few piano chords started.

“No way! She’s not….” Historia was in shock.

“She is. How many times have we heard this song?” Annie asked.

The other four girls exited the kitchen, running towards the sunroom.

Armin looked over at Levi, “did I miss something?”

“Mikasa is playing a song she wrote right after her and Eren broke up.”

“Is it that big of a deal?”

“Go listen to it,” Levi said simply.

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Mikasa led Eren to the sunroom. She sat down in front of the keyboard, Eren sat down in one of the chairs.

“I wrote this song right after we broke up. It just kind of summed up everything I was feeling at the time. I….uhh...I pulled from a few events before we broke up too. I don’t know how to put this into words but I thought this might help you understand my feelings too.”

Eren nodded.

“Okay,” Mikasa said before taking a deep breath.

Her fingers dance across the keys.

Each note brought a memory or feeling back to her.

“{lyrics redacted}.”

Mikasa had not taken her driver’s test when she was sixteen. She didn’t take it until she was eighteen. She had been so afraid to drive after the car accident. Eren had been the one to teach her drive.

“ {lyrics redacted}. ”

Mikasa had still had to run errands for Levi when she was living here before she moved to the city.

Eren’s house was a mere three blocks away, making it impossible not to pass sometimes.

“ {lyrics redacted}.”

A random blonde girl who seemed to be Zeke’s friend kept appearing in Eren’s Instagram pictures before he deleted his social media. It had been very heartbreaking for Mikasa to see Eren with someone else. She assumed he had found someone older, better than her and that was why he had left her. It killed her how he seemed to have moved on so quickly.

“ {lyrics redacted} ”

Eren had seemed fine to her. She knew now that wasn’t the case. It only made things worse.

“ {lyrics redacted} ”

Mikasa hadn’t been the only one writing songs about their relationship. Eren had written songs about her. She could remember him playing them for her. Whether it was here in Levi’s house or back in Eren’s old bedroom, it didn’t matter. She had felt like they were a private concert for her. They had meant so much to her and then Eren had taken that all away from her.

“ {lyrics redacted} .”

The kick drum kicked in. She heard Annie’s guitar and Ymir’s bass. The spot next to her was taken by Historia who placed her hands on Mikasa’s, signaling Mikasa to hand over the keyboard playing to Historia. Mikasa removed her hands, allowing Historia to play. She sang the chorus again.

The bridge came faster than Mikasa thought it would.

“ {lyrics redacted} .”

Ymir walked over and leaned on Mikasa, still sitting on the piano bench. Mikasa knew it was a way for Ymir to show her support.

“ {lyrics redacted} . ”

She couldn’t stand to be in this town anymore after her and Eren had broken up. When Historia had offered a way out, Mikasa had taken the chance.

Mikasa repeated the chorus again.

The rest of the instruments fade out except for the keyboard.

“ {lyrics redacted} t ,” Mikasa sang the last line, finally making eye contact with Eren.

He had tears in his eyes.

“Wow,” he said after Historia finished playing the last few notes of the song.

Clapping came from the doorway. Mikasa looked over to see Levi and Armin standing there.

“Alright, maybe you two should go talk in Mikasa’s room and we’ll all go pretend we’re not here,” Historia suggested. She gave Mikasa’s hand a squeeze.

“Sure,” Eren answered.

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Mikasa closed the door behind her. Eren had already sat down on her bed. She sat down, careful to leave enough space for another person between them. She didn’t look over at him. She only stared straight ahead.

She wasn’t sure how he was feeling. He hadn’t said anything besides wow.

What did that even mean?

Was it because it was good?

Was it because it was bad and he hated it?

The silence continued.

Neither of them was ready to speak .

So they just sat there.

Awkwardly.

Mikasa was glad she had a digital clock because if she had heard the ticking right now, she might have gone insane.

“I wrote a song about you after the break up too,” Eren said, finally breaking the silence.

“Is it any good?” Mikasa asked as she finally looked over at him.

“Maybe I’ll play it for you one day.”

“Did...did you have another girlfriend or something after we broke up?” Mikasa asked.

Eren stared at her, “no.”

“Oh.”

Silence again. Mikasa looked straight ahead again.

“There was this blonde girl I kept seeing with you on Instagram….before you deleted everything. She looked a lot older than us, blonde. She seemed to be Zeke's friend but I don't know."

Eren started laughing hysterically.

“It’s not funny!” Mikasa shouted.

“You’re jealous of Yelena!” He laughed louder.

“I don’t know who that is!”

Eren laughed for a bit longer before composing himself.

“She’s Zeke’s ex girlfriend,” he finally said.

“Zeke had a girlfriend?”

“Shocking, I know. It didn’t last long. She wanted kids and a wedding. Zeke didn’t want that at the time. She kept pushing it, he was worried she only wanted him for his money. Then they broke up. It turned out that that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Zeke because of his mom’s family. Whatever that means. I haven’t talked or even thought about her in months.”

“Oh.”

How stupid Mikasa had been.

“We’re even now,” Eren said with a smirk as he scooted closer to her. “You got jealous of Yelena, I got jealous of Jean. So we’re even.”

She looked over at him again.

“That was a perfect song. You should be more confident in your work,” Eren said before he stretched.

“I am. That song is just very personal.”

“All the best ones are,” he replied simply. He lied down on her bed. “I’m glad you shared it with me. I am sorry.”

“I know,” she said before giving him a weak smile.

He patted the bed next to him.

Mikasa sighed before she lied down next to him.

Eren yawned before he reached out and touched Mikasa’s face.

His thumb traced the scar on her cheek that had been left by the car accident. A single finger moved down to her lips, tracing them.

Mikasa held her breath. His trailed down her arm, then to her wrist. He began to trace the tattoo identical to the one her mother had had when she was alive.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?” She asked, her eyes met hers again.

“For giving me another chance even after I made you feel that way. And for sharing that song with me. I know it couldn’t have been easy." His finger continued to trace her tattoo.

“You’re welcome,” she muttered as she looked over at him. If she just leaned a little closer, she would be able to kiss him.

“I can’t hear anything,” a muffled voice from the other side of the wall said.

“That’s Sasha, isn’t it?” Eren asked as he stopped tracing her tattoo.

“It’s probably all of them,” Mikasa said as she sat up.

“Do you spy on them this much?” Eren asked as he also sat up.

“Sometimes,” she said with a shrug.

“So I shouldn’t suggest that I look up barn animal noises while you jump on the bed to make them regret spying on us?” Eren smirked.

“No, we should do that. Sync your phone to the tv or whatever. It has a better sound system to make it louder.”

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“You’re such a softie,” Hange said on the other end of Levi’s phone.

“I am not,” he replied as he went into his bedroom. Sawney and Bean followed him in.

“Yes, you are. You’re helping Eren. You helped Mikasa. You love those kids. Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, “they asked me what a penile fracture was today.”

Hange could not contain their laughter on the other end of the phone.

“It’s not that funny!” Levi yelled as he shut the door behind him.

“Why do I miss all the fun stuff?” Hange asked. “So what did you tell them?”

“That it comes from a strong blow,” Levi muttered.

Hange’s laughter got louder.

“You teach biology! Why are you laughing?”

“Because it’s funny.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I hear you thinking all the way over here.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like you being all the way there,” he muttered.

“Aww...does Levi miss me already?” They teased him.

“No, now I take it back. Stay there with your weird sea creatures. By the way, did Molbit get them all there?”

“He did! They’re all perfectly fine from their vacation! Although I think the spider crab is plotting to kill me.”

“Not the octopus?”

“Oh no, the octopus definitely wants to kill me and everyone else.”

“I told you not to get it.”

“It’s very beneficial for my students!”

“Whatever you say,” he said as he sat down on the bed.

“How are the kids otherwise?”

“Well, Armin seems to be taking the news well. You remember that song Mikasa used to play all the time? She played for Eren today.”

“Oh! The really sad one? How did that go?”

“They were jumping on her bed and playing barnyard animal sounds.”

“So good?”

“I guess. These kids are weird.”

“And that’s why they’re ours.”

“Whatever you say, four eyes.”

“You know what short stuff, I’m going to show up and put everything on a high shelf that you can’t reach.”

Levi scoffed, “I’ll just get one of the kids to get it down.”

“You always ruin my fun.”