#littlcfreaks / ethan.

[jawbrkrs]

📸 soraya and ethan

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[kingdomsbed]

                      he  lets  out  a  laugh  at  his  remark,  ethan  never  failed  to  put  a  smile  on  his  face.  “  that's  because  your  ex  in  high  school  was  nothing  like  me,  and  i  don't  beg.  i  just  miss  you.  ”  a  half  truth  but  it's  not  hurting  anyone.

"i think about my ex from high school too - doesn't mean i'm still in love with him." it hasn't been long enough without dean that he doesn't remember how good it was though, "you had your chance - you don't get to run back begging for forgiveness when you find out i've moved on."

[bruiscdmouth]

The suns warmed his skin and he's grateful to get away from it all. Logan can't stand the pressure cooker that is the show. About to return to the lineup after an injury next week. He's going to relish in the sunshine, in the salty smell off the water, the warm sand beneath his feet as he searches for Ethan. It's been weeks of build up. They're been messaging back and forth for weeks. Instigated by Logans concussion and the other checking up on him. There's more here and Logan wants to know what it could be. If they could be. The boys had head out before him because Logan was recovering from the partying the night before. The doctor urged him not to drink but what the fuck was he going to do? Sit around sober? Nah.

His gaze falls on Ethan and he ignores the guys and the models they've seemed to snag from somewhere. Girlfriends and placeholders for wives. Hopefully no one takes pictures. He's spread out on his back in the cabana they'd rented. Logan's grateful his gaze is hidden behind sunglasses. Last night he's said goodnight to Ethan and fought the urge to kiss him just outside his door. He grins as he sits down next to him. "You don't look hungover at all. What the fuck?" @littlcfreaks

[smckehour]

"what other kind of tussle is there, ethan?" he whips his head towards him, disgruntled. "some dick punched me, i punched him back. think of it as me borrowing your schtick." all he can do is snort, nodding his head in a sarcastic motion that relays ethan has a point, but he doesn't feel like acknowledging it thoroughly. when he snatches the bottle out of ryder's hand, he just stands there, jaw hung from the sheer audacity. "hot. annoying, but hot." he side-eyes, plucking a couple out his hand, popping them in his mouth as he chases with water. “not if you’re just gonna sit on your ass the entire time and have me wait me on you like a butler. least you could do is say ‘hey ryder, you cook, i clean’.” but regardless, he's already working his way around the kitchen.

"what kind of tussle?" he pushes even further - his lack of a concrete answer just made ethan worry even more; turning it into a far bigger deal than it probably needed to be. "well, if you didn't do this shit, you wouldn't have a headache, would you?" he snatches the tylenol from ryder's hands and opening the bottle for him, holding out a few pills, "uh huh. so it shouldn't matter than i just walked in then. better get to work on those tacos." he sits himself at the dining room table, clearly no intentions to leave, "if you're not gonna tell me when she happens to you, guess i'm just gonna have to check in on you like this every night, huh?"

[sclfish]

"no, i-" ace shakes the drink in his hand a little, showing it off, before lowering the can once again as he presses on. "remember that... guy i told you about last week? the one that goes to my gym, crazy hot, tall, deep voice, curly hair?" with a name he'd yet to actually get. "...anyway... he's here. i just saw him on my way out of the bathroom."

one eyebrow raised, ethan nods slowly, "yeah, sure. you want a drink or something?" but he was holding a white claw and ethan didn't know why he would have been so nervous to simply ask for a drink, especially when ethan would have gotten him a drink any night out. "oh - so not a drink, then?" another nod, "sure, okay. what kind of favor can i do for you?"

[angelsdvsts]

"i understand, doesn't mean that i like it at all," thought that the both of them were stepping into something that was great, now he was pulling back. lucas didn't expect himself to have fallen -- knew what it was from the beginning.. but it just happened, something that he couldn't stop. "fine, whatever.. just don't come crawling back to me when you realized you made a mistake. i'm not going to wait around for you, ethan."

"no," he shakes his head and takes the hat from his head, tugging on the material, "that's not what i said. i just thought you would understand, especially because i've been nothing but honest about it with you." it wasn't that he didn't want more with lucas; he did, "don't be like that." he nods, "i did though, i can't deny it and that was wrong of me - its why i have to end things when i don't want to. i can't keep leading you on, making you think that this can be something is can't be."

[tcmbcy]

"dinner? that i think i can do. i'm all for doing favors when i can -- i'm considering this my good deed for the year," she jokes, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and out of her face. the positive side to all of this mess was, at least she'd be making a new friend out of it. hopefully she and ethan wouldn't lose touch after they went their separate ways -- he seemed like good company to keep around. "definitely not. my parents always sat me in the back on road trips, because i'd talk too much. i wanted to play while everyone else wanted to sleep." though alex leaves out the fact that road trips were very far and few in between. she, her mother and brother would always fly separately from her dad since he was on the team plane. it was hard to remember a normal road trip between them. "you and me both. there's only so much airport a girl can take," grabbing her carry on, the woman turns on her heels and heads towards the doors. "c'mon slow poke. we've got a road trip to start."

he shrugs, doing his best to seem nonchalant - he didn't want her thinking it was a big deal. he really had been considering it already and was grateful, more than anything, to have the company. he rarely traveled alone anymore and he hadn't been looking forward to the flight alone, much less a drive, "no worries, for real. if you really need to do something, get my dinner or somethin' when we stop tonight, but you're doing me the favor here." he follows after her towards the rental place, eyes only really shifting away when they approach the counter and he's handing over his ID, asking for an suv, if they have it. "oh? are you? don't get my hopes up if you're one of those people that just sleeps - i love roadtrip games." the person behind the counter hands over the keys, pointing them towards a parking lot before stating that the car would be through the doors. "lets go, i'm ready to be out of this airport."

[smckehour]

leyla opens her mouth, on the verge of zapping back right until he snatches her finger, warranting an exaggerated wince. "ow — that's my strong hand." said the creepy guy from one of those scary movies; an amused wave of her eyebrows follows. for as unappealing as their pitstop might've been, she practically jumped on him and the opportunity to ride somewhere with no real destination in mind. if her mother could see them now, she'd have a heart attack, always trying to conform her to some box made up of boardroom meetings and looking over legal documents, but that never was her schtick. ethan seemed to be cozied up to the idea of leyla being her full self, annoyingly cheeky or otherwise... munching on his snacks. a scoff, "hellooo? i needed something to do to keep myself awake. be a good passenger partner, y'know? and i'm still stuck on that damn candy crush level you won't help me beat, so." she shrugs, an answer as good as any. there might've been a vending machine back in the lobby, but she's too beside herself to even consider walking back out there being an option after he confirms her suspicions. it's also clear he doesn't have a conspicuous bone in his body, pulling the curtain so wide she visibly cringes again at the sight of the jeepers creepers dude just lingering. "right... some weirdo that's gonna get his shit rocked." she pats at the hand atop her shoulder, slinking away as her eyes begin to scan the room. there's no good weapon of choice lying around anywhere, but her mind's already moved on from his snoring to being in flight or fight. with the way she yanks out the lamp plug from the wall and cradles it in her hand like a bat, it's clear which mode she goes into. "how do i look? do i look scary? would you fuck around with me?" she tosses the lamp shade to the side, as if that'll make it look less ridiculous. "be honest."

"maybe you'll be more agreeable after you sleep with the soothing sounds of my snores then." his hand reaches out to snatch her finger in his, tugging gently before letting it drop, "no one told you pointing is rude?" he starts to forget just how dingy their room is, how creepy the whole check in situation had been as they joke. leyla made it easy to forget the bad, demanding all of his attention without even realizing that she was doing it. he struggled on the best of days to be playful or laugh without thinking too hard about what he should be doing. even in a room that should have made him run for the hills, she shone bright enough to blind him. its because of this that he shoves down the prickle on the back of his neck, the curl of something in his stomach that he can't quite put a finger on. "wooooooooow," he draws it out dramatically, thinks about throwing himself onto the bed to show his displeasure, then second guesses it when he realizes he hasn't checked it out quite enough to want to lay on yet, "now you know those are my fuckin' favorite - why would you do that to me, huh?" he doesn't comment when she locks the door - he does follow behind her to tug on it, making sure that no one would be able to enter and decided to double check the window after. only he's stopped in his tracks when she yanks the curtain back closed, giving her a confused look. "what?" his mouth drops open a little bit, "what do you mean?" its pointless to ask because he's going to the window to yank the curtain over, eyes growing wide at the lone figure. its basically a replay of what she did, yanking the curtain closed again, "what the fuck? okay, uh." what the fuck do you even do in this situation? all he could come up with was comfort. a hand is placed on her shoulder, rubbing reassuring circles with his thumb, "okay, i'm sure its nothing. probably just some weirdo playing a prank or something? its gotta be nothing."

[jawbrkrs]

𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .  she  tried  to  deceive  herself,  convincing  her  heart  that  their  relationship  was  purely  physical,  a  carnal  dance  and  nothing  more.  that  notion  should  have  been  the  key  to  enjoying  this  wild  ride  ,  but  reality  had  other  plans.  the  mere  thought  of  him  now  brought  an  involuntary  smile  to  her  lips,  her  cheeks  flushing  like  a  schoolgirl  with  a  secret  crush  .  his  whirlwind  schedule  ,  with  its  constant  travel  ,  had  seemed  ideal  .  as  an  author  and  mother,  her  life  was  a  chaotic  mess  of  deadlines  and  hockey  practices  .  she  stood  on  the  precipice  of  a  book  tour  that  would  have  her  flitting  from  city  to  city  ,  but  it  meant  they  both  had  their  space  .  and  when  they  did  steal  moments  together  ,  the  passion  was  more  intense  than  the  pages  of  a  fifty  shades  novel  . despite  her  years  ,  he  made  her  feel  young  again  ,  igniting  a  spark  within  her  she  thought  had  long  been  extinguished  .  she  was  an  author  ,  for  fucks  sake  ;  she  of  all  people  knew  fairytales  weren't  real  .  "  i  didn't  say  that—"  his  immediate  concern  hit  her  like  a  punch  to  the  gut.  god  ,  he  was  the  cutest  thing  .  here  she  was  ,  spiraling  giving  into  her  panic  and  guilt  ,  and  yet  he  had  the  patience  to  listen  .  taking  a  deep  breath  ,  she  clasped  his  hands  ,  her  fingers  intertwining  with  his.  slowly,  her  brown  eyes  lifted  to  meet  his  gaze.  "Is  it  me,  or  the  idea  of  me  that  keeps  you  around  ?  "  she  whispered  ,  her  head  tilting  slightly  .  "  i  don't  want  this  to  reach  a  point  where  you  feel  obligated  to  stay  when  you  don't  want  to  .  "  her  words  were  a  fragile  confession  ,  a  plea  for  honesty  wrapped  in  vulnerability  .

he had long ago gotten used to the whispers that followed him. they hadn't changed with soraya's presence other than some new murmurs thrown in. none of them bothered him. none of the things that came attached with her bothered him and he thought he had been doing a decent job at making sure she knew. at first, he had worried that she would grow tired of his constant travel, his busy schedule - all the things that other people he had seen had issues with.

thats what he expected. he hadn't expected her to be doubting herself. his eyebrows furrow together at the first question, "uh, i thought we were hanging out?" she keeps going before he can explain and he lets his mouth snap shut, "you don't like me? you don't like spending time with me? is that what this is about?" they're talking over each other, words overlapping and its a miracle that he even hears her, but he stops immediately. standing up from the couch, he closes the distance between them, grabbing onto her hands, "because i want you. why are you suddenly so worried about other people, hm? did something happen?" he knows he should say more, but he's never been very good with words. a hand rakes over his face, "where is this even coming from? you gotta explain what's goin' on in that pretty head."

[jawbrkrs]

𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞  having  a  twelve  year  old  was  what  kept  her  on  her  toes  ,  but  she  was  clearly  mistaken  .  ethan  walked  (  crashed  )  into  her  life  ,  and  suddenly  there  was  a  new  fire  under  her  ,  casting  every  mundane  moment  in  a  fiery  new  light  .  "  a  real  date  ?  like  out  in  public  ,  in  front  of  people  ?  "  she  echoed  ,  with  wide  chestnut  eyes  .  It  shouldn't  have  seemed  like  such  a  fantastical  notion,  but  he  was  far  from  ordinary  .  their  relationship  would  be  on  display  for  the  relentless  glare  of  paparazzi  flashes  ,  each  step  scrutinized  by  the  world  .  "  don't  you  have  practice  early  in  the  morning  ?  we  can  always  find  another  time  for  you  to  wine  and  dine  me  .  "  sweet  smile  —  a  delicate  curve  of  her  lips,  was  both  an  invitation  and  a  deflection  .  quickly  leaning  in  ,  she  pressed  her  lips  to  his  in  a  kiss  that  was  more  plea  than  passion  .

closed starter for @jawbrkrs

"we don't have any plans for tonight," he's thinking out loud - at first, then his attention shifts to soraya, "let me take you on a real date."

[c0zys]

" you have no idea how nice that'd be . "

closed starter for @gvdsbrat.

"can i buy you a drink?"

[angelsdvsts]

"c'mon, what? you expect me to be happy with your decision?" so, maybe he did get way more involved than he would like -- lucas thought that ethan felt the same way. turns out that he was wrong, it was all just mere-fun, someone to pass his time. "yeah, i'm aware -- your career's more important than anything i get that. just tell me -- i wasn't crazy, right? you threw out signs that indicated there was something more."

"come on," he feels a bit helpless, even if he's the one ending things. its not like he really wants to, "i told you from the get go that i didn't have time for anything serious." his tongue slips between his lips, tracing along the curve as he thinks, "that's why i'm doing this - i can tell you're getting more involved. you shouldn't. my focus is my career - you know that."

[tcmbcy]

Alex  was  internally  thanking  her  lucky  stars  over  and  over  she  managed  to  sit  in  the  right  spot.  Because  now,  she  was  about  to  embark  on  a  road  trip  with  a  new  found  friend  and  she'd  make  it  to  Edmonton  in  time.  "Still  --  I  owe  you  one,"  she  wasn't  gonna  let  this  gesture  go  unanswered,  that  was  for  sure  --  regardless  of  Ethan  saying  it  was  okay.  Standing  up  with  him,  Alex  pulled  her  backpack  onto  her  back  with  her  eyes  locking  on  the  closest  rental  place  near  them  and  motioning  for  Ethan  to  follow  her.  "You're  seriously  my  life  saver.  But  I'm  glad  you're  not  doing  this  alone  anymore.  I'm  a  great  addition  to  have  on  a  road  trip,"  laughter  spilled  from  Alex's  lips  as  they  walked.  "Still  fun  regardless,  I'd  say."

he wasn't really on a schedule, it was off season; he didn't really have anywhere to be since it wasn't like he visited family. he usually would find the time to stop off in california to see his sister at least one weekend, but other than that - he mostly just wandered between friends house, keeping himself occupied, and training. this seemed like exactly the kind of adventure he needed. he shakes his head back, standing from his chair to find a car rental place, "nah, don't worry about it. you're really doing me the favor." he cracks a smile, "i'd be doing it anyways - at least now i won't have to be alone." he nods in understanding; he wasn't sure there was anything that he wouldn't do for his job. he had done crazier things than this. "oh, fuck yeah - good for you. yeah, let's make sure that you're gonna get there, huh?" he smiles, shrugging, "calgary. nothing nearly as cool as a dream job. just going to visit a buddy."

[smckehour]

back turned, his finger taps at the cabinet, knowing ethan wasn't going to stop with the questions until he caved. it was just in his damn nature. he snatches the tylenol and turns around with a slack-jawed expression. "it was just a little after work tussle. don't make a big deal over it. i already got a headache going on." it doesn't seem like he appreciates the concern, but ryder's always tried to keep his midnight riding to himself. he knows the shit he gets himself into and doesn't exactly deserve the pity. he pulls his face long, reaching into the fridge for a bottled water. "damn... well, y'know, it was a late night. my leftover tacos were the priority."

"doesn't seem like i need to hulk out - seems like you did it for me." conflicting emotions of yeah, hulking out, and worry shift through him as he follows, stopping a few feet away to lean against the wall, "you left the door unlocked, dude. literally anyone could have walked in. you wanna tell me what you were doin'? since apparently you have no concern for your own personal safety today?"

[smckehour]

"mmm, i'll think about it." the hum that creeps past her grin is a complete sham. it counts, because neither of their shticks revolved around mechanics, that's for certain. she spins on the back of her heel to point an accusatory finger in his direction, "that's what someone guilty of snoring would say. at least it's cute. like my own personal sound machine." leyla can't really talk for how much her limbs become lethal daggers when she's asleep, but she's not bringing that up for the sake of ethan turning this all around on her. though he does have a point. this isn't her usual kind of place either; dingy carpet, an abysmal walkway to the bathroom, cracked plaster. it's that twisted turn in her gut that tells her something about this isn't right. "deal. but i, uh, kinda ate half of the bag of gummy worms on our way here..." side eye. she tsks, marching over to the door to double - triple check if it's locked. a side step puts her in front of the window, and when she pulls back the curtain out of sheer curiosity, the landscape is grim, barren with trees that could make anyone disappear without a trace. it's when she squints further that she spots something akin to a lone figure just staring right back at her. "yeaaaa," leyla agrees, but the back of her throat scratches with alarm - she yanks back the curtain, throwing her back against the wall. "i think someone's watching us? real bad." a hand flags him over to take a look for himself, "hurry up and get your ass over here. tell me i'm being crazy."

"uhhhh..." she had always outshone him when it came to being clever and he wasn't ashamed to admit it, but he does try to play along most of the time, chuckling softly as he continues, "i'll pay for your oil change? does that count?" he's not even sure he had ever completed an oil change. soon enough her suspicion faded away, easily quelled by holding her against his chest. a gruff half scoff, half laugh sounds through the room, "what are you even talking about? i've never snored a day in my life - offended, honestly." but well aware that he snored - usually worse when he wasn't at home for some reason, "we'll stay up watchin' movies and snackin' - how about that?" he's too busy checking in at first to notice the eeriness of the lobby, until the tent was requested again, "uh - about that. i don't actually have a tent." otherwise he probably would have chosen the tent at this point. a hand grazes over his face, scratching at the hair on his face for a moment, "not my usual kinda place, gotta say." the room key was handed to him by a man who looked like he would topple over at any second and a weird feeling developing in his gut, ethan never turned his back on the man as the walked out of the lobby. he didn't turn back to leyla until they were outside, "well, i don't really like this place."

[smckehour]

"is that right? since you know so much how come you've never offered to give me an oil change, hm?" she'll go far to play up the faux suspicion by pursing her lips to the side. it's not that easy, she knows, but interrogating him was may more fun than dissecting the facts. she cozies up to his side with a faint smirk, drawing up a hand to pat at his chest. "funny. with the way you snore i plan to keep you up for as long as i can." while he handles check-in, her eyes can't help but to bounce around the walls, from the deer mantle, to the shotguns hanging over the doorway, to the picture frames that look like they haven't had a good dusting since the 90s. basically everything that reminded her this wasn't the marriott experience. she leans in a bit, speaking out the side of her mouth once the old man at the front desk turns away. "he looks like he's on his last breath. along with this place. where's that tent..."

"its a fuckin' battery, leyla. you need like, electricity or whatever." he had no idea. don't let him fool you. its not the worst place that he's been though, so he doesn't pay that much mind to the sad trees and rusted out cars on the side of the road, "shit, they better have rooms open - or at least a place we can buy a tent." an arm hooks around her waist as the approach the door, chuckling as he tugs her into him, "wouldn't mind cuddlin' up in a sleeping bag." approaching the desk, his attention turns to the receptionist, requesting a room, card already on the counter.