#Feat. Ethan

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in case you couldn't tell barry is sensitive about what he refers to his dad as

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credits to brokensclock

[lucienladance]

OMG imagine Karl’s reaction when he realizes he love both Ethan AND Rose. He’s gonna be so protective

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man this ask took me the longest to figure out. i kinda went more in the direction of protective heis. i feel like he'd be protective over rose really early in the canon setting (minus wanting to use her as a weapon) because of his hatred for how miranda treated him. i think his protectiveness in the canon scenario would manifest into just trying to keep ethan alive. outside of canon and in more of a domestic situation i can see heis doing stupid shit that seems goofy on the surface but once you look deeper become manifestations of paranoia.

[lovecharged]

random starter for @tkachukmatthew

he makes a haste journey towards the bedding room, ready to assist ethan with whatever it is he is needing help with. it doesn't take him long to get there; smile soft and warm when he approaches his husband quietly. "what is it that you want me to help with?" he asks then, taking in the scene before him - taking it all in his stride. he did love the hotel, but he loved ethan more and he was starting to question as to whether or not ethan was actually aware of that.

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The Pink Seashell moodboard

"The shell's empty, there's no point to any of this, it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the detail, you know"

Thank you so much @the-carpal-tunnel-of-gingers for helping me with this!

Art credit: please let me know if you find the artist, I tried to look it up but found nothing :(

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I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCHHHH

[the-pale-goddess]

What would be your Ethan’s reaction to hear that he’s getting strippers in his bachelor party (or whatever small celebration he was force to have)? It’s not true but for a minute or two he think it is.

Much to everyone’s disappointment, Tiffany and Ethan eloped, so Tobias and Bryce didn’t get this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a prank. 

However, our dear Tobias still found a way to pull the joke after E&T shared the news:

„What a waste…I had the best strippers in Boston on speed dial, ready to serve you at your bachelor party.” 

„You should feel lucky that we didn’t give you space to pursue that insulting idea. Otherwise the only person serving anything would have been me, sentenced for your murder.”

„Come on, that’s the worst honeymoon destination. You have a family now, Ramsey, do better.” 

*Ethan eye-rolls into another dimension as the curtain falls*

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Once again...I apologize for the late reply, but I really appreciate every single ask I receive! Thank you for sending it, dear ❤️❤️❤️

[lucidsolar]

starter for: ethan wolf and cody faulkner

“hey um -- we’re here for a consultation, i believe?” she knows that’s what they’re there for, but reason has her convinced that the politest way to start a conversation is mildly. she certainly hadn’t learned that from her family, and had only really realised it recently. but she was trying her best to make it a natural part of her speech. she’s clinging to cody’s hand for dear life, her hand certainly sweaty as a result of the nice heat in the hotel, her massive coat and her anxiety all rolled into one. / @lucidlunar​

[my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu]

Imm not quoting pink seashell

[devilsmenu]

@wvsteria - Urumi & Ethan

22. This portion of the maze is overgrown with massive sunflowers with crying eyes in the center that watch characters as they move and whisper their worst insecurities and secrets. Who would have thought plants could be judgemental?

"Crying sunflowers? What happens next? Laughing daisies?" Urumi said ironically but then she heard the whispering saying how she was fake, how she was weak for dying, how awful she was and she clench her first. "This is the worst part".

[wr1tten]

@grate4ul asked : “ are you drunk ? “

empty  beer  bottle  in  his  hand,    straw  hat  tipping  off,    but  his  vision  was  still  pretty  clear.      ❝ hell  yeah,  i  am, ❞      bottle  rested  on  the  table  so  chad  could  grab  his  roommate  by  the  shoulders.    some  sense  needed  to  be  shaken  into  him.      ❝ and  you  should  be  too,    man! ❞     it  was  a  party,    but  ethan  kept  him  glued  to  one  spot  all  night.      ❝ lighten  up,    have  some  fun, ❞      one  of  them  had  nearly  been  stabbed  to  death�� at  a  party,    and  it  wasn’t  the  sober  one  of  the  two.      ❝ how  you  expect  to  get  laid  with  this  loner  attitude,    e? ❞

[neo-novaa]

eager

; the second part to bitter

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut !! p in v, fingering, ooc ethan (he fucks) not proofread so if you see any mistakes...no you did not.

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: ARGH this took so long and i have some very mixed feelings about this but fuck it we ball

it takes you all of seven minutes to finish a usual one-minute walk, only because you can’t stop turning around and kissing him. 

another scientific feat: it takes less than half that time to bring him through the front door, up the stairs, and into your room— it’s crazy how quickly people can finish tasks when their main motivation is sex. 

you don’t waste any time; it’s easier to skip over the formalities when you’ve spent months yearning for this exact moment.

“someone’s eager.” ethan murmurs against your lips.

“shut the fuck up,” you quip, pulling him closer to you.

you can’t tell if your brain is foggy from alcohol or lust, but you’re acting on your most primal instincts: you’re nearly clawing at ethans neck as you kiss him, begging him for more. his reaction almost immediate, and he’s taking off his shirt mere moments after you shut the door to your room behind you. 

you’re the one guiding ethan to your bed, and you’re climbing onto his lap when he sits down on your mattress.

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how hard he is against you, and it’s only then do you finally pull away from him. you lift your shirt, pulling it from your embarrassingly sweaty torso, and throw it into some corner of the room.

you nearly cower with the way ethan is starting at your torso.

or, more aptly, your tits. 

but you can tell that he’s looking over you — all of you. your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your legs; he’s taking it all in as if he’d never see it again.

“you’re so beautiful.” ethan murmurs.

you feel your face flush.

but you don’t want him to know how deeply of an affect his words have on you. so instead, you kiss him. gently.

then it’s rough— then it’s fast, and then ethans hands are grasping at your waist and rocking your hips down onto his. you feel your breath hitch when you make contact, the steady friction beginning to aid that five-month long ache in your abdomen.

it’s no where near enough, not for either of you. 

in one swift move ethan has you pinned against your back, a skillful hand popping the button of your pants. his lips fall from yours, trailing around your jaw, your neck, leaving a path of dark bruises.

you feel that same fog clouding your brain, so much so that you barely register ethans hand until he has a finger inside of you.

you’re barely able to utter his name before he’s kissing you again, the same tooth and tongue from moments ago.

“is this okay?” he says, pulling away for a moment, and you’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.

“good, that’s good…” ethan whisperes as he begins to curl his finger inside of you. you rut your hips into his hand, chasing that arousal, urging that tightening coil in your abdomen.

just as you’re getting acclimated to one finger, ethan is pushing another inside of you, curling at your gummy walls.

“shit, ethan--” you can barely murmur his name without whining incoherently, and you spot the way that he seems just out of breath as you are.

“i know, i know.” he murmurs, and you whimper noisily as he begins to hasten his pace. the moment ethans name spills from your lips is he pressing a thumb against your clit, and if your eyes weren’t glued shut, you’d be able to see the cockiest smirk on ethans face.

you’re arching into it, hands clawing at your wrinkled bedsheets. and the way he’s curling his fingers inside of you, and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves-- that coil inside of you snaps.

it’s loud, even you can tell. but you wouldn’t dream of holding back; you needed ethan to know how much of an affect he had on you. 

you’re relishing in the relief that flushes over your body as he works you through your orgasm, both the hormones and the realization that ethan, the boy you’d been eyeing for months just finger-fucked you. 

his lips on your skin brings you back to reality, and you nearly whine at his clothes erection against your spent cunt.

“ethan,” you utter his name, hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“yeah?” he says from the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

for a moment, you don’t respond. at least, not with words. one of your (trembling) legs nudges his hips as you roll your hips against his dick, and your name lazily. spills from his mouth

“ethan,” you practially moan his name, and he’s reading your signal loud and clear. you just sit there and enjoy the view as he slovenly undoes his jeans, sliding them with haste.

you swear could feel his anticipation, that same voracious yearning that’s been festering inside of you for god knows how long. your heartbeat’s fast, your uneven breathing miraculously in sync, and you feel hot anticipation climbing up in your chest.

ethan’s on top of you again, one arm encaging your head with his warm breath hitting your chest.

you’re about to reach over to your bedside drawer when you see ethan putting on a condom, and you can’t help but take a step away from the moment.

“were you planning on getting some action tonight?”

he looks up at you, not-so-innocent puppy dog eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration that you might puke.

“if i’m honest do you promise not to laugh at me?”

you have to hold back a giggle while you nod.

and then ethan is leaning closer to you, lips oh-so softly brushing against yours, as if this moment was something temporary— as if he wasn’t literally about to dick you down. 

“i’ve been carrying condoms with me for months just in case this moment happened.”

and— oh, you almost cry.

because yeah, you know ethans about to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you know you’re going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it’s the little things like that that remind you of what a sweetheart he is.

but he quickly brings you back down to earth by pushing into you, burrying himself into you until his hips meet yours. your chest arches into his, and ethan can’t help the way he’s whining into your ear. it’s enough to make you see stars.

your hands find his waist, thumbing against the muscles on his lower abdomen, silently encouraging -- begging him to move.

you can barely hear his quiet whines and breathy moans against your hips rutting together; you barely register how hard ethan is biting into your neck, his canines digging into your skin. 

“--ethan,” you whine, exposing more of your neck to his blistering lips on your neck. “don’t, fuck— please don’t leave so many marks, i have a— shit, i have a really important presentation tomorrow—”

“i don’t give a shit,” he grunts, pushing away to meet your gaze. “gonna mark you up all over,”

ethan quickly resumes position, staying true to his promise and leaving dark, impossible to cover lovebits all along your neck and shoulder. his free had pushes your hips down, keeping you still as he keeps driving into you.

“you like that, don’t you,” ethan whispers into your ear, brushing his temple against yours. “the thought of being covered in bruises because of me?”

you nod helplessly, relishing how tight your abdomen burns. you can feel it coiling tighter, burning harder, and your hands are clawing at him, chasing your release.

“touch me,” you whisper, so quiet you fear he may not even hear you. everything he does is too much and too little-- you can feel every one of his nerves crashing into yours, yet you don’t feel him enough. 

skin against skin, and yet you can’t feel complete without his hands on you. 

he whispers something into your ear, something incoherent beneath his whimpers, your mewls, and skin slapping against skin.

you can feel his touch scortching into your sides, one of his hands digging into your waist as the other moves south, his fingers finding place against your clit.

you arch into his fingers, your lungs burning with needy gasps. you’re close-- he’s close, bodies moving against each other in tandem.

“you’re fucking gorgous,” he says, mostly to himself, rutting into you as he seeks his own release. he’s thumbing against your clit, helping the pressure build inside of you. he knows you’re close, he can feel it.   

that’s all you needed to finishl ethan burying himself into you, murmuring your name like a prayer. you feel yourself crashing over the edge, digging your nose into his neck, the two of you basking in the rhapsodic feeling of your release.

for a moment, thats all you do; you mellow in the shared space, the feeling of pure adoration eating each other alive. you can feel your breathing become even, your heart slowing pace, his chest beating against yours.

ethan breaths your name against your lips, enveloping you in a covetous kiss. his lips are languid against yours, those same hands burning against your hips.

you’ve never felt closer to him, and a part of you fears that if you pull away from him, he will slip through your hands.

so you hold onto ethan like he’s falling, slipping away from you. you hold him like he’s nothing but a fleeting moment. you hold him like he’s a dream, and you squeeze your eyes shut in fear that when you open them, he will be gone.

but when he whispers your name so delicately, as if the word itself could break, you bring yourself to meet his eyes: wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful. 

he’s beautiful.

so you tell him just that.

“you look so beautiful like this.” you whisper, and the red on his cheeks goes anything but unnoticed.

ethan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths falling evenly. “you stole my line.” 

[mockingjaysongbird]

ETHAN HAWKE as DR. ANDERSON and JOSH CHARLES as DR. OVERSTREET in Taylor Swift - Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)

[soov]

LOVE iN TV WORLD ♪ 이희승 . . !

After being chosen to carry on the legacy of his members and company colleagues, Lee Heeseung finds himself having a wonderful time hosting Music Bank every Friday. What he did not expect was falling in love with his rookie MC partner.

GENRE&AU १ short social media au, coworkers / friends to lovers, mutual pining, comedy, fluff!

FEAT १ enhypen, purplekiss yuki & chaein, billlie sheon, xg jurin, txt hueningkai, ive gaeul, aespa ningning, @taejays raven + some occasional idol mentions!

STATUS १ completed — sep 6 2023 – apr 7 2024.

WARNiNGS १ kys jokes, cursing, profanity, typos, timestamps aren’t important! mc akong will be used for visualization + pinterest girls :) the pics aren’t supposed to describe the reader’s features.

TAGLiST १ taglist is closed!

MiC ON १ EVANNNNN i’m in love with this man (real) 😓 hope u all have a good time reading litvw!! <3

｡ ˚ 𖦹 THE HOSTS . . . en-rangers kazino 02z & extras

ORiGiNAL SOUNDTRACK ♪ EPiSODE COUNT ( 🔒 )

EPiSODE ⵌ1 : tyuri comeback

EPiSODE ⵌ2 : santa? reindeer?

EPiSODE ⵌ3 : so cute

EPiSODE ⵌ4 : definitely not a date

EPiSODE ⵌ5 : quarterback ethan

EPiSODE ⵌ6 : flying away from u

EPiSODE ⵌ7 : only a substitute

EPiSODE ⵌ8 : oh . . . yikes

EPiSODE ⵌ9 : live tweeting!!!!!!

EPiSODE ⵌ1O : collab stage (bf & gf)

⠀ ⠀ © SOOV · 2O23

[lovecharged]

starter for @midnightsaboteur continued from here.

nerves fill her up the moment he steps into the room, but she tries her utmost to disguise it. there's every chance that this will in fact go down like a lead balloon, that she has gone too far this time, that her feelings for him were ultimately based on delusion. then he talks, and plenty of those nerves waver. "yeah well, i figured you deserved a treat." he's always more handsome in person than he was in her fantasies, and her heart pumps harder and faster as butterflies fill up her stomach and chest. reaching for him then, once it's clear to her that he's not about to turn around and walk out, tell on her for what she'd decided was appropriate. "come here, ethan." the words fall softly and sultry in equal measure, needing nothing more to feel him against her, in whatever way she can have that.

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