#he was too busy staring into ethans beautiful eyes to pay attention to the steps

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[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 || 𝐄.𝐓

requested: yes​

summary: Ethan thinks the reader is cute but is too shy to ask her out

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

What kind: fluff

warnings:none

a/n I loved working on this request. I hope y’all like it as well. Again please keep in mind that english is not my first language! I’m always happy about feedback :)

Today y/n had the honor to interview the Eurovision winners Måneskin. She had plenty of experience interviewing celebrities. Still, she was kind of nervous. Of course, they were just normal human beings, but she couldn't deny that she found a liking in the long haired drummer. After she did some preparation for the interview, which included checking out their socials, looking at fan questions and of course listening to their  music, she had developed a small crush on him. She took one last look in the mirror, making sure she looked good for the interview. Well more specifically for Ethan.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Ethan was stunned. She looked like an actual goddess. He tried not to stare at her, while she avoided eye contact with him. Knowing she would either pass out or make a fool out of her self in some way. Maybe she didn’t only have a small crush on him. Little did she know the drummer also started to get anxious as well. Also scared, to make a fool out of himself.

Y/n walked up to them, shaking their hands and introducing herself. The atmosphere got a bit awkward, as she shook Ethan's hand. Both of them laughed nervously while saying hello. The other three could already tell that their friend found a liking, in the cute interviewer in front of them. They all sat down and y/n started asking them question.

“First of all, congratulations on winning Eurovision, you really killed it out there! How are you guys feeling right now?”

“Thank you! We’re still overwhelmed by all the things that happened in Rotterdam. I think we’re just starting to realize that we actually won.” Damiano answered with a proud smile on his face.

“You guys we’re already well know in Italy before Eurovision, but now whole Europe is going crazy about you. When I was looking for fan questions yesterday, there were so many people saying how obsessed they are with you and your music now. Have you guys ever thought that something like this could happen to you?”

“I think we always dreamed about something like this happening to us, but we could have never imagined it. I was completely shocked when I saw how my phone was exploding from all the notifications I got. This is all just so crazy, but we’re happy that people like us and our music.” Victoria said.

At some point Ethan stopped paying attention to the interview. He was too busy admiring the gorgeous girl in front of him. ‘Y/n’ what a beautiful he thought. Also, her voice was so soothing. It fitted her angel like appearance perfectly. Vic nudged him with her elbow, when she noticed he was staring, pulling him out of his thoughts.

The interviewer obviously noticed that Ethan was staring at her. She got a little uncomfortable, because she thought he was judging her in some kind of way. Was it the way she talked or the way she looked? Did he dislike the questions? Wanting to focus on the interview, she tried to ignore the stares.

After asking some more questions, it was time to end the interview. The whole interview, Ethan didn’t say a single word. Not that it was something new or anything. Y/n already figured out the boy with the beautiful hair was a bit shy, before the interview, but this wasn’t just shyness. Usually he would nod his head in agreement or do little gestures with his hands. Today he did none of that. He just sat there and stared at her for a moment. Maybe he just didn’t feel too well today. Being too caught up in her own thoughts,  while collecting her stuff, the girl didn’t notice that Damiano had pulled Ethan to the side.

“Bro, if you don’t ask her out like right now, I will do it for you.” Damiano whispered.

“Are you out of your mind? I didn’t even know how to act while she interviewed us. I just stared at her like a creep. There is no way I can talk to her without embarrassing myself. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.”

“Oh come on. Just get it together for once. I know that you’re shy and this is hard for you, but you’ll definitely will regret it later if you don't ask her out now.”

“Damiano is right. Even if she says no, there are now thousands of girls who’d love to go on a date with you.” Thomas joined their conversation.

Ethan just sighed and went over to the girl, that just interviewed him a few minutes ago. His friends were right. He probably would regret it later if he didn’t ask her out now. Anxiously he cleared his throat trying to get her attention. She turned around,  a nervous smile appearing on her face as she saw who stood in front of her.

“Hey, first of all I would like to apologize for being so absent throughout the interview. I just got a little... distracted, I guess.”

“No worries, sometimes I get lost in my thoughts as well. Actually that happens quite a lot” she said letting out a soft chuckle.

“So what I wanted to ask is...eh.”

‘Oh god this is so embarrassing’ he thought. It seemed like he forgot how to speak. After a moment he collected his words and tried it again.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” he said, sounding a bit more confident than he did before.

A huge smile spread across y/n’s face. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you.” she answered excited.

A smile now appeared on the drummers face too. While y/n happily typed in her number into his phone, Ethan looked over to Damiano. The singer just mouthed an ‘I told you so’ and gave him a cheeky smile. Shaking his head, he looked back to the beautiful girl he just asked out. He could not believe she actually said yes, but he was glad that she did.

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Green-Eyed Monster (Ethan x MC)

Summary: During a fundraising event for Edenbrook, Ethan’s jealousy gets the better of him.

Warning: NSFW!! 18+

Author’s Note: I wrote this 3 times. I hope you enjoy

2nd Author’s Note: Ethan is canonically rich. And I like reminding y’all of that fact.

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~v~

The ballroom of the Four Seasons is lit beautifully, the Dom Perignon is flowing freely, and he has some sort of fancy crab cake in his hand, but Ethan couldn’t care less about any of it.

He hates parties. That’s not a secret, everyone knows it and he’s always been vocal about it. The board thought getting all of Boston’s elite hoarded into one room was a sure fire way to get them to open their pockets. And by the looks of it, it is working. But Ethan doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the pomp, the circumstance, the luxury of this ball, or the money that went into it.

He has eyes one one thing, and one thing only. Or, one woman only. Naomi Valentine.

There aren’t enough words in any of the languages he’s fluent in to describe the way she looks. Her normally curly hair is bone straight, falling right down her back, a few strands tucked behind her ears. He likes it like this, his view of her face unobstructed.

And her dress. Scarlet red, downright sinful, the neckline so deep and plunging, it shouldn’t be legal to wear it in public, the material clinging to her like a second skin.

He’s been quietly observing her all evening, watching as various men - and some women - fawned over her, flirted with her, flaunting their wealth, as if she cared about any of it. The only thing Naomi wants is for these people to write checks and save their place of employment.

She danced with politicians, attorneys, trust fund babies, real estate developers, the works. She’s currently swaying on the dance floor with some guy, though he can she’s not into the dance. The mystery man is talking, but he’s not holding her attention, not in the slightest.

But the mystery man makes a mistake. Ethan watches as his hand slides down her back, landing on the swell of her behind. Not wanting to cause a scene, Naomi simply twists out of his grasp.

Naomi has the situation under control. He sees that clearly, but Ethan doesn’t care. He doesn’t like that someone else is touching her, especially so intimately. Anger swells in the pit of his stomach.

He can’t stop him himself, even though he knows he should. He gets up from his seat at the bar, leaving the tiny crab cake, and marches over to where they’re at.

Wanting to make his presence known, Ethan clears his throat. The action garners Naomi’s attention and she stops dancing.

“Ethan!” She exclaims brightly. “How nice to see you.”

“Rookie,” Ethan greets back, purposely ignoring the man she’s standing next to. “Care to dance?”

“She’s a little busy, pal!” Ethan hears the man talking, his shrill voice a nuisance in Ethan’s ear, but still he pays it no mind.

Naomi is nicer than him though. She smiles at the other gentleman politely. “I’ll save a dance for you, Carl! And you can tell me all about your new yacht.”

That seems to do the trick as the man steps aside and walks off.

Ethan holds out a hand for Naomi, which she eagerly accepts. They begin swaying in time to the music. “You looked like you needed a save. That guy was too handsy.”

“I was managing him just fine, but thank you anyway,” Naomi replies. “He was just so dull. Most of these people are.”

“I’d never know it by looking at you. You have a much better poker face than I do.”

“I grew up around people like this. I know how they operate. Give them a few well-placed compliments, and they’re putty in your hands.”

Ethan doesn’t have a reply for her. He just holds her close, vaguely aware of their surroundings. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Red looks good on you.”

“It happens to be my boyfriend’s favorite color,” Naomi explains, her hand mindlessly stroking the back of Ethan’s tuxedo jacket. “I wanted something to really wow him tonight. Do you think it’s working?”

“Oh you have no idea how well your plan is working, Rookie.”

She pulls back only slightly, looking at Ethan’s face. His blue eyes have grown darker. “I think I have some idea the effect I have on him.”

Three months. It’s been three months since that fateful night at Ethan’s apartment where he kissed her. After that, the doctors decided to see if their mutual attraction towards one another was worth exploring.

And while no one else knows of the relationship, opting to keep it just between them for as long as they could, Naomi and Ethan had never been happier.

“You look so beautiful tonight, and every guy in here is ogling you.”

“Ogling?” Naomi rolls her eyes. Ethan could be so dramatic when he wanted.

“Yes, ogling. I’m not a fan of it.”

“Well, you’re going to absolutely hate what happens later,” Naomi says with a sigh.

“Why, what happens later?”

“The auction.” Naomi swallows hard. “I’m one of the doctors participating in the people auction.”

“What?”

“My friends all volunteered, and they signed me up as well. I couldn’t say no, they all think I’m single and it’d just raise too many questions.”

Ethan frowns. The thought of these rich scumbags fighting over a chance to take his girlfriend out on a date didn’t sit well with him. It was annoying enough not being the only one she danced with throughout the evening.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Naomi continues. “But they sprung it on me yesterday, and I knew you would be upset. Please don’t be mad at me.”

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just don’t want anyone else getting a chance to wine and dine you.”

“You worried I’m going to leave you for one of these pretentious bores?” Naomi smiles, teasingly. “You know better than anyone that rich and old happens to be my type.”

Ethan’s hand travels down the small of her back, and he feels her shudder under his featherlight touch. “What did I tell you about calling me old, Naomi?”

“I like seeing you jealous,” Naomi continues.

“Is that right? Was that your plan all along, to make me envious of the other people here tonight?”

She shakes her head. “No, it happens to be an unintended outcome of the evening, but I’m happy nonetheless.”

Without warning, Ethan pulls Naomi flush against him. A quiet groan escapes her upon contact with him. She looks around to see if anyone heard anything. Thankfully, everyone else is too wrapped up in their own dancing.

Ethan lowers his head close to her ear, just to make sure no one else is listening. His breath is warm on her neck and he feels her shift her weight from one foot to the other, squirming. “I’m really tired of sharing you.”

“Oh, really?” Ethan can hear the challenge in her tone. “Well, there’s still a few more hours left in the evening. I think you can be a team player until then.”

“But I don’t want to be a team player.” His hand is on her hip, squeezing so fiercely through her dress, Naomi is sure she’s going to bruise. She likes it. “You, in this god forsaken dress, waltzing around here with men that would kill for even 5 minutes alone with you? How ever will I survive?”

“You’re a patient man,” Naomi says. “You’ll manage.”

Ethan spins Naomi away from him, and she twirls back into his arms. The song that’s playing reaches its crescendo, and he can tell it’ll be over soon. “I won’t. I want you all to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you, all alone with me, in our room,” Ethan whispers.

Naomi surprised him earlier, getting them a suite for the evening. She knew that with all the drinking they’d be doing, driving home was going to be impossible. Plus, it’d be a fun little retreat, a romantic night for just the two of them.

“I want you out of this dress,” Ethan continues. “I want you under me, writhing uncontrollably.”

“Ethan…”

“Saying my name, just like that. Or louder, I’m not a picky man.”

Thank God he’s holding her, because her knees are buckling. Liquid heat pools in the pit of her stomach, and she rests her head on Ethan’s shoulder. She pants hard, trying to keep her composure. They’re in a crowded room, full of colleagues and Boston’s most influential residents, and she’s getting dizzy with desire.

“That sounds fun.”

“You think you can make it upstairs in 10 minutes?” Ethan asks. The song ends and he steps back, letting Naomi go. She wobbles slightly, adjusting to standing on her own two feet.

Once she’s steady, Naomi clears her throat and locks eyes with the man in front of her. “I’ll meet you there in 7.”

~v~

Naomi makes it to their suite in 6 minutes, tops. As soon as she saw him swagger out of the ballroom like the smug jackass that he is, she grabbed another champagne flute and quickly downed it, letting the bubbles coat her tongue. Once she’s done with that, she makes her own exit and heads off to meet Ethan.

Their suite is lovely, with a gorgeous view of Boston Common. On any other day, Naomi would be able to appreciate that, but not now. 

She pushes open the double doors to their bedroom, and she finds Ethan. He’s staring out the window thoughtfully, but her entrance gains his attention.

He checks his watch with a smirk. “You got here sooner than I anticipated.”

“What can I say? You were down there making some pretty hefty claims. I had to see if you were really going to put your money where your mouth is.”

“I plan on putting my mouth on a lot of different places, Rookie.” Ethan shrugs off his tuxedo jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair and he loosens the cuffs of his shirt. Slowly, he walks over to the large king-sized bed and sits casually. Crooking a finger, he summons Naomi over, and she nearly trips over herself in a rush to be near him.

Neither one of them speaks as Ethan silently appraises his girlfriend, figuring out where to start first.

He picks her feet, and he bends down, his fingers reaching her ankle where the shoes are strapped. “How attached are you to these shoes?”

Of all the things he could’ve said, that wasn’t what she was expecting. “W-what?”

“I’m trying to figure out how much care I should exercise with them,” Ethan explains.

“They’re Aquazzura and they cost me $800. If you break the strap or the heel, I can’t be held responsible for whatever harm comes your way.”

“Even if I replace them?”

“Even then.”

“Fair enough.” Ethan carefully unbuckles her heels and she steps out of them. He trails a finger up and down the back of her calf, reveling in the softness of her skin before looking up at her. “Take off your dress.”

“You don’t want to do the honors?”

“Trust me, I do. But if I get my hands on it, I can’t promise that I won’t rip it off of you.”

Naomi’s very tempted to let him do just that, but she reaches around and unzips it herself. It falls to the floor in one fell swoop, and she steps out of it.

The dress didn’t call for a bra, so Ethan is rewarded with an uninterrupted view of her. He sucks in a deep breath at the sight. Naomi in that dress was a vision, but this is her in his favorite form.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her thong and he slides it down. She does the rest of the work and impatiently kicks it away.

And now she’s just standing here, stark naked, subject to his piercing gaze while he’s still fully dressed. The obviousness of the power dynamic makes her shift uncomfortably.

Ethan grabs her hips and pulls her forward, so she can straddle his lap. His hands find her face and he cradles it. “You’re so beautiful.” His mouth crashes against hers, not allowing her the chance to reply to the compliment. 

Naomi grabs hold of his shoulders in order to not fly backwards due to sheer force. Ethan set an undeniable tone. Urgent, hot, demanding. His hands keep her in place, locked in the sensual embrace. Not that she’d ever willingly leave his arms, now or ever.

His tongue invades her mouth, clashing with her own and he groans. He can still taste the champagne on her, something light and bubbly. It’s intoxicating.

All too soon, Ethan breaks the kiss, leaving Naomi breathless and buzzing with energy. His hands leave her face and roam freely, exploring.

“I have a challenge for you,” he says, his lips finding the column of her neck.

He sucks on her pulse, and she finds it hard to concentrate. “Huh?”

“I want you to stay quiet. Absolutely no sounds.”

“I thought you wanted me saying your name.”

“You will,” Ethan assures her, and the promise makes her stomach clench. “But right now I want you to be quiet.”

“And if I don’t keep quiet?” Naomi challenges. Ethan cups one of her breasts in the palm of his hand and squeezes, the pad of his thumb circling her nipple.

“Then you don’t get to cum. I go back downstairs and I leave you here like this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

With a raised eyebrow, Ethan pulls at her nipple, twisting it between his thumb and index finger. Naomi gasps. “Are you willing to challenge me on that?”

Naomi’s head is fuzzy but she swallows hard. She nods, not willing to test him on this front. “Fine. I’ll be quiet.”

Ethan smiles. “Good.” He kisses her with a renewed energy and his unoccupied hand travels down to her thigh, his nails scraping against the flesh. 

Naomi bucks in his lap. She’s shaking and her fingers are digging into his shoulders. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is killing her and she’s almost afraid to breathe.

His finger slides between her thighs teasingly, and before she gets a chance to respond, Ethan slides a single digit between her folds. It catches her by surprise and she gasps.

Ethan tsks one disapproval. “Silence, Naomi.”

Fuck you, she thinks, but she obeys regardless. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulder blades and she tries her hardest to stay quiet.

He moves at an unnaturally slow pace, not allowing Naomi to settle into a rhythm. Any other time, she’d spur him on. “Harder, deeper, more,” is what she wants to say, but he’s cursed her with silence. Instead she buries her face in the crook of his neck.

Ethan continues his torture, enjoying the view. A hot and bothered Naomi is a sight unrivaled, and he’d keep her like this forever if it was possible. He can feel the tension rolling off of her in waves, all the muscles in her thighs and abdomen tight with the effort it’s taking to keep quiet.

He adds another finger and groans. “Fuck, Rookie. You feel so good. So tight, so wet, and all for me.” 

She needs to breathe. Her lungs are tight, her chest heaving against his, but he has her walking a tightrope right now, and one false move can end it all.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ethan continues, the rough pad of his thumb sliding against once, twice, three times. “And you’re all mine. How did I get so lucky?”

Naomi’s skin flushes furiously. He knows she’s has kink for him talking during sex. On their volition her hips rise and fall, rise and fall, trying to keep pace with him. As soon as she does, his fingers slow down, dragging her from the edge of ecstasy, before speeding up again.

He does this repeatedly, the randomness of his movements making her head spin. Every nerve in her body is on fire, and she can feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach.

So close, so close, don’t stop, plays in her head on a continuous loop as Ethan keeps working against her. The pressure builds, a heat settling in her veins and before she can stop herself a quiet, “Yes,” slips past her lips.

The energy in the room changed instantly. Ethan stills his fingers, then removes them, and Naomi feels the panic bubbling up and she pulls back to look Ethan in the eye.

“Oh, Naomi,” Ethan frowns.

“Don’t stop.”

“You violated the deal, Rookie. You were supposed to be quiet.”

She could cry in this moment, the frustration too much to bear.

“And you were doing so good,” Ethan adds, kissing the side of her head. “You were so close, weren’t you?” He toys with her, his finger sliding up and down her slit, doing nothing more than teasing her entrance.

When she’s back to herself, and not the ridiculous mess of flesh and lust that he’s reduced her to, she’s going to fucking kill him.

A whimper is pulled from her throat when his fingers plunge into her again.

“Come on, Naomi, I’m allowing you to use your words. Tell me how close you are. Let me know how badly you want to cum. You’re right there.”

Naomi really doesn’t not want to give him the satisfaction of begging, stroking his ridiculous ego, but there’s no room for foolish pride when your boyfriend has his hand between your legs.

She moans, broken and terse. Now that she’s finally allowed to talk again, words escape her.

“Please…” is the only speech she’s finally able to muster up. Groundbreaking.

“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?” His finger thrusts into her again without warning, slow and languid. “Do you want me to do more of this?”

“Yes! Ethan, please dontfuckingstop!” She’s not sure if the words are coherent, but she doesn’t care. She got them out, and that’s what matters.

Ethan smiles, his mission accomplished. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The teasing doesn’t register because all Naomi can focus on is the pounding of her pulse, the feeling of his hands, the smell of his cologne. She can feel it building again, the fire deep in her core. She’s so close. So cl–

He stops. Again. This time, he wraps an arm around the small of her back and flips them, Naomi’s back hitting the soft down comforter dramatically.

Now she wants to scream at him. “Ethan, I seriously cannot–”

Ethan doesn’t give her a chance to chastise him because in a flash, he’s dropped to his knees, his hands on her ankles pulling her forward on the bed with an unexpected roughness.

“Be as loud as you want now, Naomi. I think you’ve more than earned it.”

His beard scrapes against her inner thigh, and god, she’s glad she convinced him to keep it. Slowly his tongue darts out, flattening against her folds.

Her hips fly off the bed against her will, arching to meet his mouth. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Naomi pulls, keeping him in place. “Fuck!”

The expletive works as encouragement and Ethan continues this work, his tongue alternating between expertly lapping at her folds and flicking against her clit. Naomi grips his hair tighter, earring a deep growl from Ethan. The vibration alone is enough to send her flying.

“Please, right there,” Naomi begs. If he kept it up just a little while longer, she’d finally get to taste the release he’s denied her.

His fingers nudge at her entrance again, sliding in with ease, and lips wrap around her swollen nub and he sucks hard, and that’s all it takes.

Her orgasm is something that’s long and drawn out, a culmination of teasing, anticipation and sheer relief. Her entire body goes tense as the sensation holds her in a vice grip, and then finally, she relaxes, falling back onto the bed.

“You okay?”

She can’t tell if Ethan’s genuinely asking or if he’s being cocky. It doesn’t matter either way. “I’m dead. You killed me. RIP Naomi.”

“Yeah?”

Naomi nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because we’re just getting started, Valentine.”

Ethan stands up and quickly unbuttons his shirt, letting it slide to the floor next to her dress. Next are his shoes and pants. Any other time, Naomi would be right there with him, on him liking a second skin, helping him get rid of the clothes, but every bone in her body feels like it’s been replaced with Jell-O. She’s content just watching this time around.

He slides his boxer-briefs off, not intentionally putting on a show, but Naomi can’t help but stare. For all the compliments he pays her, Ethan, naked and painfully hard with arousal for her and her alone, is a masterpiece.

In a flash, he’s all over her, his hands interlocking with hers above her head, pressing her into the mattress. Ethan captures her in a heated kiss the moment he enters her, swallowing whatever guttural sound she was going to make.

His thrusts start out slow and measured, but they quickly grow more frenzied as his control over the situation slips. Naomi arches, desperate to meet his pace, but she’s crushed under him, pretty much immobile.

Needing to do something, Naomi swings her thigh over him, the heel of her foot pressing into his lower back. The pressure forces him deeper, something she didn’t think was possible.

Her head snaps back pressing further into the mattress and Ethan takes advantage, his mouth finding purchase on the exposed skin, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck before sinking his teeth in, biting down hard before soothing the flesh with his tongue.

That’s going to leave a mark, but that’s nothing Naomi can bring herself to care about because the mix of pain and pleasure is heady and all-consuming.

The obnoxious bite is a sign. He wants to claim her, mark his territory. She knows he has a possessive streak, but this is new.7

“Ethan, oh god.”

She can feel him smirking against her, and his thrusts pick up in tempo once more. “Say it again,” he demands, groaning into her skin.

“Ethan,” Naomi repeats, her voice going up an octave. He’s about to make her cum again, she can feel it.

He frees her hands, and while she enjoyed the intimacy of the position, she’s glad to be free. Her hands roam, one gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, the other digging into his shoulder blade. His hands grip her hips, somehow pulling her even closer. 

“How close are you?” Ethan asks, his voice gruff.

“V-very.”

The thrusts become sloppier as they both chase the inevitable release. Soon the only sounds that can be heard are their shallow breaths and their slick skin colliding against each other.

Fire floods Ethan’s veins and he reaches between them, pinching at her bundle of nerves once more. A pleasant growl settles in his chest at the way she clenches around him.

“Let go, Naomi,” Ethan demands. “Right now.”

The command is more than enough to send her over the edge again, her body tensing, toes curling. She comes undone with a silent cry, her nails piercing into the skin of his back.

Her release triggers his own. It doesn’t take much, one more deep thrust and he moans, spilling inside of her, hot and urgent.

He rolls off of her and Naomi inhales deeply, not realizing just how crushing his weight was. Neither one of them says anything for a while, just trying to catch their breath and get their heart rates back down.

“Fuck,” Naomi says, still shaky and breathless. She turns her head and looks at Ethan with a smirk. “I should get you jealous more often.”

~v~

The couple takes their time getting dressed again, not yet ready to go back downstairs. They lazed around in bed for a while before taking the world’s quickest shower and searching for their clothes that are scattered around the suite.

“How long have we been gone?” Naomi asks, sliding on her shoes.

“Too long.”

“I know my friends are wondering where the hell I am.”

“I’m sure you’ll find an excuse.”

 “Of course. I’m nothing if not quick on my feet.” Naomi turns around and sees Ethan readjusting his bow tie in the mirror. She walks over and leans into his side. “Is it bad that I just want to stay up here with you?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“What if I want to tempt you?”

Ethan groans and drops a kiss onto the side of Naomi’s head. “You little seductress. Don’t you have an auction to be a part of?”

“About that, I wasn’t thinking. If you’re really uncomfortable, I won’t do it.”

Ethan dismisses the statement with a hand wave. “Nonsense. You’re a big girl, I trust you, and if you want to do it, you should. Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to make this hospital a lot of money.”

“Okay.” She spins around and poses dramatically. “How do I look?

“Like you just got thoroughly ravished by your boyfriend. Absolutely perfect.”

Naomi makes it back down to the ballroom by herself. It’s later in the evening, so more people are out on the dance floor, and the drinks are still flowing.

Sienna is the first one to spot her. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Were you getting any of my texts?”

“Sorry, Si. I haven’t checked my phone all night.”

“Where the heck have you been?” She asks.

Naomi shrugs, noncommittal. “Wandering around mostly. This hotel is huge, I almost got lost.”

“What happened to your hair?”

Naomi touches the crown of her head. While she was getting freshened up, the humidity of the shower made her curls come back, so she decided to throw it in a messy bun.

“I got really warm,” Naomi explains. “It was too much effort to keep it down, and it was making my neck and back hot.”

Sienna seems to believe the excuse because she simply shrugs and nods. “Okay!” She grabs Naomi’s hand and drags her along. “Come one, Dr. Banerji says it’s almost time to start the auction.”

All of the people participating in the people auction line up on stage, as Naveen acts as the emcee.

It wasn’t just people auctioning themselves off for dates. A Celtics player offered up seats in the VIP suite at their arena, restaurants offering certificates to get private dining experiences, Ethan even offered up his box seats at the Citizens Bank Opera House for one evening.

When they got to actually auctioning off dates, Bryce was naturally a hit, with two women bidding back and forth until $1500 was reached.

“And for our next participant of the evening, we have Dr. Naomi Valentine!”

Naomi steps up to the podium next to Naveen and she’s met with polite applause from the audience. She’s never been shy before, but being part of the crowd and looking down on them are two different experiences.

“Let’s start the bidding at $100.”

“$100!”

“$150!”

“$150, do I hear $200?”

“$250!”

“Someone’s eager!” Naveen teases. “How about $275?”

$400!”

“$450!”

This goes on for a while, various men throwing out numbers, vying for Naomi’s hand.

“$2000!” Naomi scans the crowd and sees it's the guy she was dancing with earlier before Ethan cut in Carl Something or Another.

“$2000! $2000 going once, going twice–”

“$15,000!”

The number is so not what Naomi was expecting to hear, she nearly loses her balance. Holy shit, someone wanted to spend that much money? On her?

Murmurs fill the crowd as the guests all turn to one another, gossiping aloud.

“$15,000 going once, going twice, sold!” Naveen scans the audience and chuckles. “Sold to Edenbrooks’ very own Dr. Ethan Ramsey! Step up and come greet your date, son!”

Naomi’s eyes nearly bug out of her head as Ethan saunters onto the stage, a lopsided grin on his face. Naomi can feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves.

All of the Edenbrook employees in attendance immediately begin talking. Of course there was talk of Ethan and Naomi maybe being a thing, but this confirms it.

“What on earth are you doing?” She asks, looking around. Everyone’s staring at them.

“Bidding.”

“A small down payment on a house?”

“What? I can afford it.” Ethan shrugs. “Besides, you couldn’t have possibly thought I was going to let someone else get this honor.”

Naomi narrows her eyes at him and laughs. “You know, you’re really crazy when you’re acting possessive and jealous.”

“I know.” Ethan steps forward and wraps an arm around Naomi’s waist. “And you love it.”

“I kind of do.”

He kisses her, earning a few whoops and whistles – and one rogue “Get it, Nay!” from Sienna – from the crowd. When he pulls away, the apples of Naomi’s cheeks are a deep red, not used to this level of attention all at once.

“So, now that I’ve proved my point, how about we get out of here? I think I need to take you on a date that’s worth $15,000.”

[utterlyinevitable]

‘Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was you and I” Ethan x MC. ❤️ love your writing!!

thank you so much!🥰  i hope i did the request justice 🙈

For All The Lies

Word Count: 1.4k Warning: lil bit of angst Summary: This takes place two years after OH2. 

(art by @juliaraeart) ________________________________________

They sat around the fire of the large Cape Cod backyard at Harper’s engagement party. Becca had come as Bryce’s plus one, the surgeon wanting to spend as much time as possible with her while she was briefly back in town. A lot had changed since she accepted a research fellowship across the pond, an easier departure for her since Edenbrook had to make staffing cuts because of a budget shortfall. Becca consciously made the choice to leave the comfort she came to know for an opportunity of a lifetime and subsequently save another person's job.  

She hadn’t seen or spoken to Ethan Ramsey since she accepted a research fellowship. That was two years ago. 

Becca walked into the evening garden party on Bryce’s arm, her petite diamond still shining under the fairy lights. The moment Aurora saw the pair, Becca immediately let go and jogged over to her friend enveloping her in a hug. The two girls had kept in touch over the last few years, even setting up a free movement research programme between their two hospitals.

“What, no hug for me? I thought you loved me,” Bryce pouted at his two friends. 

The women chuckled and opened their arms letting him into the group hug. 

“That’s what I’m talking about. I miss being surrounded by beautiful women.” Ever since Becca left and residency ended last year the usual gang of doctors had spread out all over the globe, leaving Bryce with just one ally at Edenbrook - Elijah.    

One of the attendings waved Bryce over, leaving the two diagnosticians to talk. 

“How was your flight?” 

“Not bad. I’m not jet-lagged at all if I’m honest. Bryce is making sure I don’t pass out any time soon though,” she chuckled before quickly changing the topic, “I can’t believe Dr. Emery’s getting married.” 

Aurora looked directly into Becca’s eyes and said, “Believe me I never thought I’d see the day.” Harper Emery, like all Emery’s, was completely career orientated. Her career had been her longest and only love for as long as Aurora could remember. That’s why when she announced her engagement to the family they all thought it was an April Fools joke. “I’m happy she’s happy.” 

“Me too. Anyone special in your life?” Becca wiggled her eyebrows. 

“Definitely not. I’ll settle down when I’m retired.” 

There was a call for all family members to gather on the balcony for a photo with the happy couple. Aurora gave her friend and sorry smile as she departed. 

Becca timidly made her way over to the bar to grab a glass of champagne. She looked up at the stars shining in the sky and carefully took in her surroundings. She wondered if her own wedding would be as grand and glamorous as this reception. As if thinking the thoughts of her future while in Boston was a charm that summoned ghosts of her past, she heard a gruff clear of a throat from behind her. 

His velvety baritone voice cooed, “Dr. Lao.”

She couldn’t help the smirk that perked at her lips when she heard her name on his tongue - it was a Pavlovian response. 

Rebecca Lao turned around to see Ethan Ramsey apprehensively standing a few feet away, dressed head to toe in his trusty black tux. 

“Dr. Ramsey,” she uttered back. 

In a space of over 300 people they still had such a hold over one another - for time stood still and Ethan and Becca were the only people permitted to move. In the distance a new song began to play from the orchestra.  

Ethan held out his hand, “For old times?”  

Without a second thought she took hold and with a small smile agreed, “For old times.”

The pair planted themselves in a corner of the laid out wooden dance floor and away from the commotion of rambunctious party-goers and attention of others who could misconstrue their embrace. Ethan had his hands respectfully on her waist, while she had her right hand draped over his shoulder and left securely on his chest. 

They swayed back and forth for a labored moment before either of them spoke. 

“Let me see,” Ethan nodded to the jewelry affixed to his chest. For a moment Becca completely forgot about her reality. Hesitantly she lifted her hand and placed it into Ethan’s waiting one. With intrigue and precision he rotated it back and forth, letting the silver diamond catch the light at each angle. “It’s decent,” he nodded in approval.  

“Not too shabby,” she agreed, staring at their interlocked hands. “Doesn’t get in the way and not as distracting.” 

Becca knew she never wanted to make a show of her relationship status, especially in her line of work where she’s constantly using her hands and needing to pull gloves on and off. Anything bigger than 2 carats was too much in her mind. She mindfully thanked her fiance for once again knowing her and her needs better than she herself did.  

“You’ve always been a magpie.” Ethan smirked as he remembered all the times she would get distracted by shiny objects in a shop window, on a screen or even the reflective glare of light.  

She rolled her eyes. 

“How.. have you been?” they weren’t the words he wanted to say but they were the ones their situation called for. He had no right to demand any personal information from her. Hell, he didn’t even deserve the privilege of her company but here she was in his arms after all this time.  

“Busy,” she said with absolutely no humor. “I now know why you preferred a solitary life.” 

Ethan’s face fell with the unintentional sting.  

He pulled his lips back up and pridefully told her, “I read your book.”  

Shock was evident all over Becca’s features. She knew her book was published globally and as an avid reader of all medical journals he was bound to read it. Still, it shook her that after all this time he was still paying attention. “What’d you think? Not as boring as yours, huh.”  

“Satisfactory,” she saw a flicker of mischief dance around his irises. “For a first time author.”  

Becca began to speak, “How -” at the same time Ethan added, “Wh-”.   

She let him continue on with his thought; 

The flicker of light was replaced with a dark cloud as he spoke, “Why didn’t you keep in touch?”  

Becca’s eyes grew heavy with sadness and she tried to look anywhere but at him. “Ethan…” 

He searched her features, using everything he learned about body language from years of doctoring and from knowing her body, for any semblance of an answer. 

All he found was guilt and… something else. 

She went to remove her hand from his and he squeezed it tighter. Her mouth fell agape and turned her gaze to meet his. Blue mimicked brown, both trying to convey all they wish they had the courage to say. Both wanting to mend all the problems they caused and all the decisions they’ve now come to regret. 

The brows above her sorrowful eyes rose, coaxing him to speak. 

Looking at the face of the woman he once passionately cared for, the woman who could see right through his facade, Ethan couldn’t form a coherent retort. He couldn’t think of anything he could say that would make up for all the lost time, all the lost moments. 

She squeezed his hand, egging him on. 

After a harsh inhale Ethan finally relayed the most daunting of words, “Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was you and I.” Finally, after all this time - after all the tears shed he was finally able to say, “I’m sorry I pushed you away.” 

It was as if the admission crippled him, his hands fell from her immediately and he took a step back.  

Becca closed the gap between them once more and placed her hand over his heart. She stared at his chest, remembering the old blissful feeling of their skin on each other, as she maturely admitted, “We were meant to be in each other's lives but not in that way. I know that now, I’m sorry I kept forcing myself on you.” 

“You didn’t force anything.” He shook his head admonishing her words. “I wanted it all, every bit of you.” He placed his hand over her own. His eyes never shifted from her sullen ones that kept themselves fixed on their joined hands. “I’m sorry I wasted all that time lying about my feelings for you. I completely failed you - I know that now.”   

She balled her fist up against him. “Ethan…”  

“Are you happy?” 

“Yes.”  

“I’m glad,” he said with recognition for the most impressive person he has ever met and will ever meet.  

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[thejudgingtrash]

Mel, my darling! ❤️ Mel's little cookout: model Percy/makeup artist Annabeth pretty please (ILYSM ❤️❤️)

Beccaaaa YOU HAD ME SCREAMING WITH THAT REQUEST!!!

I have an ENTIRE headcanon for Model!Percy and edits to make for it!!

Do you know how much I love you? This isn’t funny!

Okay! Enjoy your prompt!! (also thank you Torie @percyheartsannabeth for being an amazing beta!)

 The Model (WC: 2,3k)

Annabeth Chase had a secret passion. Makeup. Most of her classmates would’ve never thought that she would enjoy the art of the daily enhancements, but she secretly did. Techniques, palettes, brushes, sponges… Everything was kept in boxes at home, all neat and tidy.

Annabeth Chase also never thought that she would actually get the gig at MAC to work there. She aced the multiple interview rounds, impressed her future employer with her skills and diverse approach in makeup and was nearly hired on the spot. And now she was a fairly skilled makeup artist. One of the best.

There was another thing that Annabeth Chase never would have guessed. That it would take only one random afternoon to change her life forever.

A man entered the store. He was tall, wore sunglasses and an expensive Italian suit. He chatted with Drew, Annabeth’s supervisor.

“Oh, yes!” said Drew with a polite smile. “Annabeth?”

The blonde turned around and approached them. “He wishes for something natural for the day to cover the circles under the eyes,” Drew explained. “Can you do that quickly?”

“Of course, I can. Please follow me, sir!” Annabeth rarely worked with men, but there was a first for anything.

Her client took a seat and removed his sunglasses. Despite having rich dark skin, blemishes and fatigue ruined an otherwise fairly handsome face. The man took care of himself. Mostly. Sleep apparently wasn’t important enough.

Annabeth took her arsenal of makeup and other supplies and put them in front of the large mirror the client was facing. “You are warm toned,” she softly spoke and grabbed foundations to mix them together.

“Skin is already primed,” the man added. He also sounded Italian.

“Oh yes, I can see that!” she smiled. Then she started her work. She grabbed her sponge and placed the mixed foundation. Slow buildup, little by little. She used the concealer to smooth the surface and brighten the under eye area a little bit. Highlighter for a little pop. The customer didn’t want a full eye look, just curled lashes and mascara and sharpened eyebrows. Roughly twenty minutes passed, and Annabeth stepped aside so that the man could see the magic she had worked.

“Oh wow!” the client sounded impressed and tilted his head.

“Very natural. I like that!”

Annabeth smiled. “Oh yes. A full face can be so expressive and fun but not something for the day to day. A natural look should enhance your beauty, make spots disappear, not turn you into something you aren’t.”

“Very true,” the client agreed.

“Can I book you again?” he then asked. Annabeth nodded to Drew.

“Oh sure, just ask my boss!”

The man laughed and shook his head. “No, no, honey. Can I book you?”

His hand wandered into his suit and pulled a business card out. He handed the card to Annabeth.

Charon Bianchi. Casting director. Paris – NYC - Milano. DMFASHIONSTUDIO.

Annabeth looked up to Mr. Bianchi. “Uh…sure?”

The following four years changed everything for her. Gone was the job at MAC after she had signed with Charon. Hello flourishing career as an international MUA that got booked for galas, editorial shootings and runway gigs. Even certain celebrities and YouTubers hired her.

Annabeth had seen it all in those short years and had worked with all of them. She had been in Shanghai and then in Greece two days later. Flights from Paris to Kabul, New York to London. Annabeth had crossed paths with famous makeup artists like Pat McGrath, Charlotte Tilbury or Lisa Eldridge. She had been on the sets of photo shootings with incredible photographers such as Lara Jade, Lina Tesch, Cass Bird and even the famous Peter Lindbergh before he had passed. But the more recent things she had been booked for were runway gigs. Less pay, but more fun and definitely more stress.

Paris 2020. Dior Men, the new fall/winter 2020/21 collection. Designer Kim Jones wanted Annabeth to return to the set, so she did. The venue was beautiful. That was all Annabeth could think before she and a dozen others were sent backstage to prep their own little areas before models, videographers and photographers would swarm the place. Four hours until the show began, and everybody was already stressed out. The first few models showed up. Annabeth had been given a set card with faces she would work with on that particular day. 47 looks in total with 37 male models. Second looks, great Annabeth thought. More stress.

Malick Bodian, Ludwig Wilsdorff and Perseus Jackson were the models that were assigned to her. Perseus Jackson. A handsome young man, not much older than Annabeth came to her mind. Long curls, brown skin, light eyes and a beautiful grin. Annabeth had seen Perseus multiple times, but she had not worked with him directly before. Whereas many designers or their agents chose models because they had an interesting look or a beautiful symmetrical face, Perseus had both. The IT factor. His walk was among the best of his generation.

Annabeth was done with Ludwig’s look as she saw how Perseus stepped into the hectic atmosphere. He was two hours early which meant that he was four hours too late in the fashion world.

“You’re good to go,” said Annabeth to the young man next to her.

“Thanks,” he laughed and got up to get dressed.

Annabeth waved Perseus over to her. His lips formed an “Oh,” before he sat down next to her.

“I think we’ve never worked together before, haven’t we?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Well, Percy,” he introduced himself.

“Annabeth,” she smiled.

“Annabeth?”

“Don’t ask,” she rolled her eyes. “A southern thing.”

That made him roar with laughter. Annabeth had the entire Dior makeup arsenal next to her and was supposed to focus on enhancing his looks, but she couldn’t. He was way too charming, way too funny, way too charismatic. They talked about life before fashion. Percy got scouted at the age of sixteen as he was working at his mother’s bakery in NYC. At first, he thought it was a joke and his mother also had been very skeptical, but after the first few gigs, they realized that Percy had the potential of making it big in the scene.

Annabeth could sense that he was one of the few male models that could actually live a fairly comfortable life with his runway, video and editorial income. He was way too relaxed, and Annabeth knew how struggling models looked like.

Percy had seen Annabeth’s work before. They’ve crossed looks behind the scenes of Prada, Valentino and Isabel Marant. At first, he had thought she had been a model herself with her height and gorgeous looks. The fact that she had been hired as a makeup artist came as a total surprise to him. The blonde set the foundation. He paid close attention to the movement of her hand. That is how he saw her diamond for the first time.

“Oh, wait you’re engaged?” His eyes widened.

“What?” Annabeth looked at the ring on her finger. A birthday gift to herself.

“Oh that,” she laughed.

“I think I might have missed the memo, but I’m pretty sure that I’m single.”

“Oh,” Percy laughed. He almost sounded relieved.

The makeup was a soft look that should set focus on the grooming of the models. A glow on the cheekbones. Smooth skin. Little crystals that were set around the eyes functioned as little highlights. A black earring dangled from his left ear. Then Annabeth moved further to his lips.

Annabeth used neutral brown tones that were supposed to enhance his looks. She applied the color and slowly worked on his bottom lip. His lips slightly parted and his intense stare made Annabeth blush. Her gray eyes wandered back to his lips to finish her work.

“I think you’re good to go,” Annabeth said.

“Already?” he pouted. It was unfair. How could someone shift from fierce to seal eyes in less than a second? Features that could shift from humor to almost anger so easily from the shoots Annabeth had seen from him.

“Move,” she laughed.

Perseus got up. “See you around,” he winked. A warm feeling spread through Annabeth. He’s just cheeky. That’s all.

*****

The collection had a touch of British fashion. Percy grabbed his stuff and was placed into a changing room by a stylist. As soon as he left, he had been swarmed by people that corrected everything. From the way the tie was sitting to the way the white jersey was stuffed into his pants. Someone actually got on their knees to work on the socks. His first look was a gray wool coat which was accompanied by a dark set of pants, a white jersey which had a silver shirt underneath. A fitting white tie and white gloves were set as highlights.

“We need someone to do a little retouch!” one of the stylists yelled. Percy turned around to see if Annabeth was around somewhere. She was not. She still sat in her niche and worked her magic on his colleague Malick. They were laughing. A pang to his heart. Disappointment.

“Hey Percy!” Makeup artist and great friend Piper McLean greeted him and redid some of Annabeth’s layers.

“All models must be ready in the next ten minutes!” yelled director Luke Castellan over the noise and busy people. “First Looks and then get in line! Ten minutes everybody!”

Percy got to the small corner where photographers were ready to take the first pictures of the entire looks. Posing, demonstrating, not getting blinded by the flashing lights. Percy stood in a group with Jason Grace, Ethan Nakamura and Taemin Park. They broke the formation after a few minutes to make room for the next set of models with other looks. Percy got in line for the runway. He wasn’t going to open the show; he was the fourth look. But he would have the honor of closing the show. A key highlight. He made a silent prayer and then it was time.

Assistant Grover Underwood gave the opening model Nico di Angelo the go to walk out. Everyone stared at the screen backstage in anticipation.

“Go!” Charles Beckendorf left.

“Go!” Jason Grace moved forward.

“Go!” It was Percy’s turn.

*****

Annabeth was in awe of his work. Percy walked upright. The right amount of poise and elegance. A hint of arrogance. A lot of determination. He did not move his hips too much and he accentuated the movement of his shoulders. A strong masculine walk and on beat with the music too. A beautiful strut. A neutral game face but his sea green eyes were set aflame.

Percy focused the minute he had reached the middle of the runway. He could do a sloppier walk in the beginning but not anymore. Eyes open, be casual but attentive. The camera that would capture the picture for Vogue Runway which would be sent all over the world in a few minutes caught his gaze. He worked around the crowd of celebrities and fashionistas that captured his looks with their own smartphones and made his way backstage. The coat got taken off immediately. A stylist handed him the final outfit which he had to change in less than a minute. Then Piper caught up with him and did small retouches before he went to Second Looks.

Percy wore a black coat which was embroidered with silver elements. The strong silver started from the collar and was reduced by the chest area. The streaks got less and less, like feathers that were falling and captured. The black fabric of the coat took over and created an interesting silhouette.

Percy was surprised. Annabeth stood next to him and actually did his retouching again. Her thumb brushed the fallout off. A small gesture he truly enjoyed.

“What? No good luck kiss for me?” Percy asked innocently. Annabeth’s jaw dropped. She actually laughed. Cheeky. He was very cheeky.

“What would you need a good luck kiss for?” He was more than just professional. Percy didn’t need luck. He just worked and did so perfectly each and every single time.

“Go!” said Grover and pushed him out. A last cocky grin and wink to Annabeth and then he was back on stage.

Annabeth stood next to designer Kim and watched how Percy worked his magic on the runway again. All 37 models were set in a row and did one final round one after another after Grover’s go. After that, the designer went on stage and bowed to the crashing applause.

The crew backstage cheered as well. Another gig was done and over and the fashion world knew what the man would wear in the coming fall season.

Annabeth helped collect the makeup and clean the area. She turned around and nearly walked into Percy. Percy almost looked nervous.

“Oh. Is everything okay?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you whether you had makeup wipes,” he said lamely.

Annabeth grabbed a few and handed them to him. He was already changed back into his casual jeans and black hoodie. It almost broke the makeup artist’s heart to see the model cleaning the canvas. But with or without makeup, Percy was a handsome man.

“Thank you,” he smiled. And he did not move an inch. A question rested on his lips.

“Would you like to drink some coffee with me?” Annabeth halted her movements and looked up to Percy.

“What?”

Percy was surprised at her surprised reaction. The fact that top model Percy Jackson was single and actually had asked her out blew her mind. Annabeth nearly dropped the brushes.

“Are you serious?” Annabeth asked him. He was confused.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious? I like you,” he explained. A man that was direct. That was something Annabeth certainly liked.

“So. Coffee or not?”

“Sure,” she said and shared his smile.

The End

The looks I’ve chosen are looks 4 and 47 from Dior Men!

And of course! The letter! I haven’t forgotten! 

Thank you so much for the prompt, Becca! Writing this was so much fun!

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[imagine-loki]

Caught in his web, Chapter 43

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 43 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead.  RATING: M

Officer Stones sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen. To anyone passing by, it looked like he was typing. But if you looked closer, you’d see that he was just staring into a blank screen, fingers poised over the keyboard.

‘Stones!’ The officer on reception called again, finally getting his attention.

‘S… Sorry. What is it?’ Stones asked, looking up from the computer.

‘There’s someone who wants to speak to you, I’ve sent him into interrogation room three.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ Stones got up from his chair and winced at the pain in his thigh, but he took a deep breath and hobbled his way into the interrogation room. His stomach sank when he saw it was Kenneth. The one man he had been dreading to see.

‘Have you seen Chloe? Are you any closer to getting Loki yet?’ Kenneth asked, desperate.

Stones swallowed and rubbed the back of his head, trying to stop his hands from shaking. ‘No… There is no case on Laufeyson.’

Kenneth frowned. ‘What? What do you mean?’

‘Myself and a few detectives have done extensive investigating on Laufeyson and there is nothing to be found. He’s a model citizen of the city. Your daughter is there of her own free will, she can leave whenever she wants. And… And Laufeyson has put in a report about you harassing her, so I have to ask you to keep your distance from them.’ Stones said, his words like they’d been recited in his head a million times over.

‘But… This is bullshit, you know it is… Wait, he’s gotten to you, hasn’t he?’ Kenneth suddenly realised. ‘He got to you too, what did he do?’ Kenneth’s voice was rising.

Stones put his hands out in defence. ‘Please, Sir. There is absolutely nothing else that can be done.’

Kenneth started at Stones. He could see it in his eyes that it was killing him to be saying those things. That’s when Kenneth knew, Loki had most definitely gotten to him somehow.

He ran his hand down his face. ‘Forget it. I’ll get my daughter back some other way.’ Kenneth kicked a chair over in anger and rushed out the door, pushing past some officers who looked confused.

Stones let out a shaky breath and fell back against the wall, he loosened his tie, feeling a bit restrained. After taking some deep breaths, he got himself composed again before going back to his desk.

-

The Previous Day

Stones had barely stepped outside of his home at five in the morning when he was grabbed and swiftly knocked out over the head with a hit from the handle of a gun.

When Stones came round, he was tied to a chair with his wrists behind it and his ankles tied to the legs. His head lolled forward and to the side, feeling so heavy, until he managed to focus.

He raised his head up and his eyes widened in anger as he tried pulling free from the chair.

‘You fucking bastard! You better let me go. Just wait till I’

‘Oh quiet, your threats are empty at this time. Do you not realise you have the disadvantage right now?’ Loki asked, glaring at him as he leaned back against his desk.

Ethan and Samuel were off to the side, watching and keeping an eye. James was sitting in the corner of the room, waiting patiently.

‘This just proves what you are.’ Stones hissed, glaring at Loki.

Loki chuckled and slipped his hands into his pockets as he started walking towards him, taking large but slow steps.

‘And what is that, Officer?’ He asked, stopping right on front of him, towering over him.

‘A monster!’ Stones spat.

Loki threw his head back, laughing. ‘Ohhh, but I’ve known that for a long time. Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?’ He started to slowly walk around him, circling him like prey. ‘Like how about you tell me all about your lovely little family. That adorable son you have. He’s what, two?’

Stones’ eyes widened in terror at the mention of his family.

‘And then there’s your older daughter, who just turned fifteen last week. Is that right, Stones?’ Loki grinned, moving on front of him again. He knew by the look on his face that he had him. This was his sore spot.

Stones swallowed hard and stared up at Loki, not knowing what to say anymore.

‘Your wife is certainly a beauty, perhaps a bit too old for my liking though. But I might know of someone who would certainly be interested. Your kids however, well they would not be of much use to anyone. But they’re small, could be disposed of very easily.’

Stones jolted in the chair, his anger rising again. ‘Don’t you dare hurt them!’

Loki chuckled and turned away for a moment, then he suddenly turned back and punched him in the stomach. Stones cried out in utter agony as he leaned over.

Loki then grabbed his hair and forced his head back painfully, his scalp burned.

‘I will hurt whoever I want to hurt. Especially when someone is sticking their nose into my business, scaring my girl and trying to get her to turn on me.’ Loki snarled.

He let go of Stones’ hair and took out his dagger, flipping it up in the air he caught it again and stabbed it straight down into Stones’ thigh. His screaming filled the room, it continued when Loki pulled the dagger out of his flesh.

Stones was gasping and crying in agony as he looked down at his thigh.

Loki grabbed his face roughly, squeezing his cheeks. ‘Stop crying, you pathetic man.’ He snarled. ‘Now listen to me. I am a fair man and I do believe in giving people a second chance. So you listen and you listen closely.’

Stones nodded, the best he could anyway. So Loki let go of him and took a step back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a napkin to clean his dagger.

‘I will let you return to your perfect little family. They won’t be harmed, and my accountant over here will give you the details of a new bank account, a college fund for both of your kids. You’ll find there is ample amount in there to see them comfortably through as much education as they please. Your wife will receive an anonymous donation for the charity she runs. And you, will leave my Chloe alone. You will not interfere with any of my business again, and you will stop trying to prove that you are of any worth to Kenneth. If you don’t follow my instructions, it won’t just be you that’s here again. I will not hesitate to come after you and your family. Every last one of them. From your auntie and uncle in Australia, to your poor old mother in Ireland. Do I make myself clear?’

Loki finished with his dagger and folded his hands on front of him as he awaited an answer.

Stones was breathing heavy, trying to focus through the pain. But he knew he was beaten. He wasn’t going to risk his family, and Loki seemed to know everything about him. Which was absolutely terrifying.

‘Answer me, Stones.’ Loki snarled and lunged at him, pushing his chest he knocked him flying backwards, but Loki then grabbed his shirt and stopped him from falling just before he hit the ground. He sneered down at him. ‘I won’t ask again.’

‘Ok… ok!’ Stones gasped. ‘I’ll stay away… I will… I promise… Please, don’t hurt my family.’ Stones broke down crying.

Loki grinned and straightened him back up. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down, so his eyes were level with Stones.

‘That’s a good boy.’ He mocked, patting his cheek hard. ‘Wasn’t so hard now, was it?’

Stones just glared at Loki, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his thigh. Loki turned to James and nodded, signalling for James to transfer the money over. Loki then looked at Ethan and Samuel. ‘Get him cleaned up and out of my sight.’ 

‘Sure thing, boss.’ Samuel nodded and the two men moved in to do their work.

Loki went across his office and poured himself a small whiskey. He took a sip and pulled out his phone to message Chloe. But that’s when he realised that she didn’t have one at the moment, as he had to get her a new number. But he decided to just upgrade her phone anyway to the newest iPhone.

So he made a call instead to get one sorted for her.

-

That evening when Loki returned home, he found Chloe in the living room watching a film. She was curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her and a glass of wine on the table next to her, along with some chocolate.

‘Well, well, well. What do we have here?’ He grinned and glided across the room to join her.

Chloe smiled up at him as he cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then after pouring himself a drink from the bar, he sat down next to her. She turned around so she could lean into him, sliding her arm across his middle.

Loki smiled and rested his chin on top of her head as he put his arm around her, holding her closely.

‘What is this drivel you’re watching?’

‘Oi! It’s not drivel. It’s really good, this is the second time I’ve seen it. It’s called A quiet place.’

‘There’s nothing happening.’ Loki grumbled.

‘Just wait. It’s not long started.’ Chloe grinned, snuggling more into him.

‘Hm.’

But then Loki quickly learned why it was so quiet.

‘Poor kid.’ He commented.

‘Yeah. Not a very nice start, is it?’

‘Not at all.’ Loki chuckled.

A little further into the film, Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out an iPhone. ‘Here, doll. Instead of just a new sim card and number, I thought I would get you an upgrade.’

Chloe sat up and took the phone from him. ‘Oh, wow. Thank you! I thought my last phone was an upgrade.’

‘It was.’ Loki smirked. ‘But this is an even better upgrade.’

‘Clearly!’ Chloe giggled.

After getting her new phone, Chloe was more engrossed in checking out the new features than watching the film. Loki watched her in amusement as she downloaded her favourite apps.

‘So, you’re no longer interested in watching the movie?’ Loki asked, sliding his hand up to stroke the back of her neck.

‘Eh. I’ve seen it before.’ She shrugged.

Loki shook his head, chuckling. He thought she would be too occupied to notice as he reached over the back of her, aiming for her chocolates. But just as he grabbed one, Chloe slowly turned her head to glare at him.

‘Excuse me?’ She raised her eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face at the look on his face as both of his eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips. Freezing his movements.

They stared at each other for a moment, then Loki tried to quickly pull his arm back and eat the chocolate. But as he did so, she tried grabbing his arm to stop him, making him laugh. They ended up wrestling to try and get the chocolate, but Loki won. He managed to toss it into his mouth.

‘Nooooo! That’s my chocolate!’ Chloe laughed and then dove for the rest.

Loki grabbed her middle and tried tickling her, momentarily stopping her from reaching her goal. He then leaned right over the back of her and swooped the last of it up.

‘Arghhhh!’ Chloe groaned and tried getting up again.

She scrambled onto his lap as he held the chocolate high up. She reached up and attempted pulling his arms down to her level, but he had such impossibly long arms it wasn’t fair.

Chloe then suddenly had an idea. She quickly flipped her top right up over her breasts and leaned forward, shoving them right into Loki’s face. He was so surprised by her actions that he dropped the chocolate.

‘YES!’ She cheered, grabbing it and clambering off his lap.

But he circled his arm around her middle and hauled her back down on the sofa next to him.

‘Nooooo. Let me have the chocolate and I’ll give you a blowjob?’ She suggested quickly.

Loki froze, contemplating the offer. ‘Hmmm… Why should I compromise when I know I could have both?’ He winked at her and quickly wrapped his lips around a piece of the chocolate, plucking it right from her fingers.

But he allowed her to have the last few bits.

‘You’re such an ass.’ She humphed, settling down next to him again.

He laughed and slid his hand under her top, lightly tickling across her abdomen. ‘You know, I sorted our little problem of that Officer Stones today.’ He hummed.

‘Oh? What did you do?’

Loki chuckled and hooked her chin as he kissed her. ‘Don’t worry about that, doll. All you need to know, is that he won’t be bothering us again. I promise.’

‘Ok.’ Chloe nodded.

She thought she was probably better off not knowing anyway.

[dolanswhore]

Never Just Friends.

Summary: Mob!Gray is head over heels for his niece’s teacher even though he won’t admit it but when he finally realizes it it might be too late.

part 2.

warning: smut ahead ;)

Grayson tried to pay attention to the four year old dressed in a pink fluffy outfit that resembled a princess dangling from the tower but it was hard due to the vibrating phone that had his brother Ethan glaring over his shoulder. ‘Sorry bub.’ Gray mouths quietly standing from his seat angrily shoving his hand into his pocket as he reached the hallway.

“What?” The small yell that ripped his throat practically had the man on the other side of the phone trembling. “We have a problem boss.”

“I told you not to bother me or Ethan. It’s Ella’s recital.” Grayson asked for one thing today to not be bothered to watch her dance recital and especially Ethan since he’s been looking forward to watching his daughter for months. "G is making his moves he knew the two of you were going to be gone. They’re outside with crow bars and guns.”

"Fuck." Grayson mumbled, hand rubbing down his face stress fully.  “I’ll be there soon. Don’t let anyone in and no one leaves.”

The moment Grayson walked back into the auditorium the echoing of claps filled the room loudly as he rushed back to his seat picking up the pink flower bouquet he ordered weeks before. Ella came rushing down the stairs to her father and mother squeezing their legs before finally jumping into her Uncle Gray’s arms. “You did so good pumpkin!”

She giggled wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, “Did you watch me Uncle Gray?”

“I did pretty girl.” The sudden sound of a clearing of a throat caught him off guard as he turned around. Never had Gray been stunned in his life by a female. Woman weren’t an everyday part of his life, even though they usually fall to his feet,  Grayson didn’t have time for a relationship let alone for more then one night. 

“Umm hi..” She mumbles sweetly, smiling at Gray and waving at Ethan. “Hi miss Ella you forgot your book bag.”

Before Ethan could reach over Grayson leaned forward finger’s skimming hers as he held Ella with one arm, and hooked his fingers around the strap. “Thank you Ms. L/N.”

She smiles, “No problem sweetheart, did you have fun today?”

“I did look at the pretty flowers Uncle Gray got me!” Her mouth hangs open in surprise, stepping for she could smell the beautiful arrangement of pinks and purples. Grayson’s grew nervous at the heat that radiated from her small frame and now his cheeks. Eyes watching her every move as she leaned closer until the fresh floral scent hit her nose. Ella giggles as Gray gulps. “They smell beautiful darling.”

Ethan seemed to notice his brother’s lingering stare rasing his eye brows at him. Gray rolls his eyes smiling at the little girl that rest he head against his chest. “You said you needed to pick her up early tomorrow right?” 

Ethan nods, that’s why he told him he needed to leave before. “I’ll do it.” Grayson just wanted to see her again and due to how much his heart was still pounding just looking at her.

The next day Gray found himself dressed in one of his best custom Gucci suits leaving the office early with Ethan yelling, “Don’t forget to get her McDonald’s after her appointment!”

“I know E.” He rolls his eyes as the warm weather of LA hit him. Gray didn’t know why he had a pit of nervousness in his stomach that would pinch every block he got closer to the school. The school was only the best for Ethan’s daughter, when it came to family Grayson would do anything for them and that is exactly why he pays her private tuition despite how much Ethan would try argue it.

“Grayson Dolan.” He answers the security guard, handing over his ID, the older man’s eyebrows raising at the well known name in the area. “Here for Ella Dolan I assume?”

He nods as the security guard hands back his card opening the locked door with a loud click as Gray’s legs move his muscular thighs flex against the tight material of his pants, the secretary in the office giving a small squeak at the power radiating from him, and with the guard mumbling the name that everyone knew. Grayson was the main reason for all of the violence and drug trade in the whole state, no one would over power him, and the cops wouldn’t dare arrest him, having no proof and also a large majority on his pay roll. “Here’s your visiting pass Mr. Dolan.”

Grayson didn’t waste any time and before he knew it he was knocking on the door of the classroom. When the door was opened his swore his breath stopped he couldn’t understand why seeing her took his breath away. “Hi Mr. Dolan. Ethan told me you were coming for Ella today.”

“Call me Grayson.” He was so nervous, so so nervous. He killed men with his bare hands but somehow seemed completely intimidated by his niece’s pretty teacher. “Ella should be out in a second, it’s nap time.”

Gray gives her a nod with his handsome dimpled smile. “People always seem to know who you are Grayson. You’re a very wide known name around here.”

“You’re not from here?” He tucks his clammy hand into his pockets muscles bulging as the tight material stretches around his big muscles. “No i actually just moved here”

Gray didn’t know why the words came out, usually he didn’t care about the girls he slept with, he barely knew their names, he could care less. She was different, gave him a feeling he never felt before. Never had he been nervous over a girl he barely knew, “It’s okay if you’re not interested but i would love to take you out.”

The first time Gray took her out he was so nervous to the point he needed helping picking out his attire. Gray lived a lonely life with only his brother and his family back in NJ. He didn’t trust anyone, he was constantly paranoid which left him very lonely. Gray saw every human as a potential enemy trying to dethrone the king of LA. The only person who he truly appreciated an opinion from was his beloved house keeper Maria. She was a small Spanish older woman who he wouldn’t be able to survive without, she cleaned his clothes, and house, made him meals and most important was one of the only friends he had.

“Gray, you can’t be serious? Oh Dios mio!” She exclaims as Gray rolls his eyes. “It’s not that bad Maria.”

“You can’t wear blue with pink.” She scolds him rolling her eyes. “I will literally die if you walk out of the house like this.”

“They’re just pink socks, stop being dramatic.”

Grayson never thought he would be here right now. His porshce parked in front of her house, her grinding against his lap, pants wrapped around his thighs . Lips pressing against skin, tongues tasting every inch of skin that was possible, heavy breaths fogging the tinted windows. Her skinful hips lowering onto him, his cock filling her to the brim, a hiss falling from his lips as he stretches her gently. “I was so fucking nervous today I definitely wasn’t expecting a the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to be on my cock.”

Grayson radiated power, and despite him being so cocky, she couldn’t believe how sweet he was the entire date. He was constantly complimenting her, showing his best manors, even to the point that they messed up her meal at the very expensive restaurant they went to and Gray was fuming and demanding a new meal.

She blushes softly lifting her lips and back into his as he let out a small whine, “Fuck sweetheart.”

After that day Grayson couldn’t imagine his life without his angel angel, waking up to her naked and sprawled across the bed taking all the covers once again, or seeing that smile when waking her up with coffee. They became inseparable, joint at the hip but despite how much he couldn’t live life without her would never admit he was in a relationship.

She thought it was because he wasn’t use to the relationship scene and was afraid of labels but despite how right she was the truth is he was afraid she would get hurt. Being apart of Grayson’s life came with danger, and anyone he loved was always in it. It made more sense if something happened to her when they weren’t together it wouldn’t hurt as much as if they were dating in Gray’s mind at least. 

Y/N was never nosy of Gray’s life, she understood he was a busy man but sometimes she would think he’d work himself to death. She really never questioned the future events of ‘being a couple’ until one day she stumbled into his office to see a woman perched on Grays. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much, and at that point she thought she wanted nothing to do with him until he came running after her, heart beat in his ears, no matter how much he would say he didn’t love her, he didn’t want to live life without her.

“Peach.. sweetheart please stop.” Gray grabs her wrist stopping her from going any further, tuggling softly so she turned around to face him.. but he wish he didn’t. Nothing would prepare him for the tears rushing down her cheeks, and heart broken arms.

“Leave me alone Grayson. I know we aren’t together but i thought we had a mutual understanding!” She sighs, wiping the tears from under her eyes she was stronger then this.

“Listen to me please. i feel nothing for her. she is someone i do business with and if i don’t make her happy i don’t get her business.”

“So you fucking sleep with her to keep her happy?!” She pulls her arm away from his grip, but this only makes his reach for her cheeks, soft hands against the warm skin.

“No never.” Gray shakes his head. “I swear there is no one else i want in my life. My life is difficult, but you’re the one sure thing I want.”

She forgave him that time, but the second time she walked in on it, she was done. There were no tears this time, Grayson noticed as well, his heart pounding against his chest as if it was going to fall out as she said, “Don’t contact me ever again.”

The next few days were filled with heart break on both sides. Days were dull and meaningless again, no more fun, no more waking up with a smile and he couldn’t shake the aching in his empty chest, his heart hurt without her. He was too stubborn though to admit he was wrong. Despite telling the complete truth that he wanted nothing to do with that woman, she would literally just like to sit on his lap and was one of the biggest competitors around, she needed to make her happy for there was no war between the two for LA was a safe place for Ella to live, for Y/N to live.

“Where is Y/N?” Maria clicks her tongue at the fact she had definitely prepared too many eggs expecting his angel to be here. 

“I don’t know. It’s not like she doesn’t come over everyday.” He mumbles, hand falling to bridge of his nose trying to ease the head ache he’s obtained from the restless hours of no sleep. “Having trouble in your relationship?”

“It’s not a relationship I don’t have time for a girlfriend.” He answers taking a sip of his black coffee trying to warm the numbing pain felt through out his body.

“But don’t you already do every thing a boyfriend does? You buy her things, she sleeps over, you two are always together.”

Those words replayed in his head all day at the office, his men staying clear because of how moody he’s been for the last few days. All day he would stare at his desk, eyes running over the small note from moths ago in her hand writing, ‘ have a good day xx’

After sitting there for hours and hour finally came to realization that he wouldn’t live his life another minute without her in it. His life would never be the same, and it didn’t want it to be. He didn’t want to go back to an empty house way too big and elegant, he didn’t want lonely dinners, he didn’t want to wake up without Y/N practically being on top of him. 

In seconds Grayson was up, it was late but at the moment he didn’t care. The ride to her house seemed as if it was hours with anticipation, he just wanted to see her again, wanted to feel the heat of her eyes on him. Gray wanted to run away  when he faced his door, he was afraid to declare his love out of pure rejection but couldn’t take another day without her. His heart stopped at the sight of her. Hair was thrown into a messy bun, eyes red and baggy, she was just dressed in a shirt that stopped mid thigh giving the illusion of having nothing underneath. Grayson swore his heart stopped for real this time, seeing her beauty so raw, and the emotion that ran through her eyes said it all; much like him she was a mess.

The moment their eyes met everything else in the room disappeared the only thing that was truly there was the thick tension of sadness and sexual attention. His eyes roam her face, jaw clenching at the erect pink nipple hard through her, actually his short. She had worn it all day today because she missed him so much and the smell, the smell of his expensive Gucci spray helped.

No words were said as he slowly stepped closer to her, cautious not to scare her away but slowly lifing his hands to meet with her cheeks, forehead soft against eyes meeting each others for a moment before lips slowly meet. The kiss started out slow as lips mold one another, but as his hand slipped to her lower back pressing her breast against against his hard chest, Gray felt a fire in his stomach expand. He needed to feel her. Gray was the worst with words, and this one the only way he knew how to show her how he really feels.

The shuffle through out the apartment as Gray tries his best to navigate through out the furniture until they finally meet the couch and moment they did his greedy lips molding into hers, she could feet the heat rushing through her body as his hands slip under her shirt to squeeze her soft breast. Her hands running along his clothed chest before one tries to undo his belt despite the heavy kiss. Gray let out a soft groan as her hands wrapped around his clothed cock, the sweet feeling of her hands again had him dizzy in desire, braking the kiss.

Gray was in awe of the sight of her, legs spread as he could feel the heat of her bare pussy radiating against pubic area, her cheeks flushed with desire, lips swollen form his own. He felt his cock throb at the soft, “Gray please touch me.”

Gray didn’t waste anytime lifting the shirt over her head exposing her completely to his greedy eyes. His lips pressing hot kisses against her collar bone, tongue trailing down her chest, lips closing around her nipple tongue swirling and licking. His lips had meaning this time though, even though he couldn’t find the right words to say, he was trying his best to show them. Y/N was already a panting mess. As he switched to the next nipple, he dragged his hand down the front of her body, hand dangerously close to where she wanted him most.

Her eyes flutter shut as his lips press against her jaw line, finger’s touching the sensitive bundle of nerves swollen in desire, Gray smirks at her moan. “Tell me what you want sweetheart, tell daddy how much you missed him.”

He genially wanted to hear the words, his heart fluttering his his chest because of how much it would mean to know he wasn’t the only one who had gone through days of heart break. She felt her core throbbing for him, begging for his fingers to fill her deliciously. The tone of his rapsiness sending her thighs squeezing around his lips.  “Tell me what you want and you will get it. Anything.”

“I want you to touch me, i missed your touch so much...” With her confession he wasted no time as he pushed his tongue further into her mouth, rolling his softly against hers. In minutes Gray was on his knees in front of her, as he presses her lips back against the sofa. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip as he licked a stride down her throbbing heat. “So wet for me? Did this tiny pussy miss me?”

Grayson’s didn’t need an answer as he flicked his tongue against her. Grayson didn’t waste no time thrusting his tongue inside of her, tasting every drop of her with a moan that sends shivers throughout his whole body. His tongue running between her folds watching as her body shook with pleasure, the sinful sounds of slurping and the sound of his tongue lapping over her again filled the room. His finger relished in the warmth of her bare opening, tracing the hole slowly, collecting the wetness around it.

“Do you want my fingers babygirl?” He mumbles against her heat, she nods fast moans slipping from her lips. With no verbal answer his hand slips to her thigh squeezing it roughly. “Use your words.”

His jaw is clenches as he feels her hips pushing against his face, an annoyed expression with her choice of using no words, but the squeal that fell from those lips had his cock throat, the spot of his pre-cum seen through his boxers as his pants where around his ankles on the floor.  “I want your fingers so fucking bad daddy, i was so lonely without you. Touching myself to the thought of you..”

Grayson’s heart as well as his hard dick swelling at the thought of her touching herself to him despite the break up.. if you wanted to even call it that. A rush of heat engulfs her as he presses his body against her. Legs spread for him, as he gently presses a finger against her opening, stretching her completely.

“Taste yourself pretty girl..” His finger pushing past her plump lips leaving a salty taste against of herself. Grayson’s lips wrap around his fingers at well the sight sending a shock of pleasure to her pussy. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, fuck you until the only name you know is mine.”

part 2 tmr!!! I’m sorry guys i wanted this to be a full fic but most of it was deleted and i have so much school work to finish ! Thank you for understand ily<3

[philocalygray]

“Needing More” - (E.D.)

💌 IMAGINE ⚡

Fic Code: fluff=💌 angst=⚡ platonic=🦋 ambivalent=☘️

Author’s Note: This was requested a whilllle ago by @lanadeldolans and I’m so so sorry for not having it up sooner:/ Thanks for requesting though!! I tried my best and I hope it’s what you imagined it to be though! If not, then I apologize cause I suck at pleasing people lmao but feel free to request something else or a story line if you want to:) Idrk hahah

Written by: @doltishdolans @dolantwinfanfic ← go follow my other account!!

Word Count: 2.1k+

Request: Inspired/Based Off The Song: “Hopes Up” by H.E.R. (You can listen to the song here)

Warnings: Angst if you squint??

Summary: You and Ethan Dolan were never an official couple. Everyone knew that you two had a “thing” and you both knew it too, but it was never a subject that was brought up to be talked about. You’re both fine with just being friends, however sometimes it seems that Ethan wants to be more than that. And maybe you do too. But you’re too afraid that you won’t be able to give him what he wants. Are you willing to take that risk to be with him?

~REQUESTED~            

MASTERLIST

Ethan Dolan. That name was literally etched into your head. Everybody always assumed that the two of you were together even though you weren’t. But he was constantly on your mind, every day, every minute, every second.

You lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, but you couldn’t. You had been so stressed out lately, and you didn’t want to deal with any of it. But it wasn’t like you could really escape it either. You shut your eyes tightly, praying to drift off. It was already midnight and you had a busy day tomorrow and you needed your rest. But no matter what you tried, you just couldn’t fall asleep.

Frustrated, you kicked off the covers and sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands through your hair. You needed to cool off; your room was too stuffy and hot, so you decided to go for a walk. You grabbed your keys, shuffled to get your shoes on, and left.

As you stepped through the door, the chilly air hit and plastered against your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. Noticing the condensed breaths coming out of your mouth as you sighed, you shoved your hands into your sweater pockets and started to walk slowly down the street.

You looked up at the night sky, seeing as the moon was in full view shining brightly sprinkled along with a few stars. It was truly a beautiful view and somehow, it managed to calm you down a little. You felt much better and allowed your thoughts to leave your mind so you didn’t have to think about anything else.

But there was still one thing on your mind.

One person.

And that person was, Ethan.

Dolan.

Dragging your feet along the cement sidewalk, you continued walking, not paying attention to anything ahead of you. You stared blankly down at the ground, engulfed.

Simultaneously, you felt your body come up harshly against something and immediately swerved to turn back and look. What had you just bumped into?

Your eyes widened as you realized it was a person. But not just any person.

It was Ethan.

“Y/N?” he spoke out, into the darkness.

“Ethan? Why are you out here all by yourself?”

He quirked up an eyebrow with such gentle force but such intensiveness making your breath hitch. It was a little gesture he always made without even knowing how much of an effect it had on you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he shrugged. “I-I just came out here to take a walk…well, cause..I needed to go out for a bit and think about some..stuff.” he mumbled.

You frowned slightly. Ethan was never really the quiet shy guy type. He was always so open and playful and flirtatious around you. Why was he acting up all of a sudden?

“...Me too.” you said quietly.

Ethan gazed into your eyes and you could tell that they were filled with lust and love. His lips curled upwards ever so slightly, into the smallest smile you had ever seen. His plump pink lips were highlighted in the moonlight, and you felt the sudden urge to kiss them. You wanted to feel his lips against yours, pressed together. You wanted to kiss him so badly. Your heart fluttered as you felt yourself leaning in, closer...and closer..

So badly.

But instead you pulled away gently and grabbed at his arm. “We can walk together.”

You could have sworn that you saw Ethan’s lip slightly droop into a pout as you redirected him back to walking forward. But you paid no attention to it.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” Ethan smirked.

You couldn’t help but smile brightly. “Yeah? And why’s that?” you asked, sneaking a sly glance at him.

“Why wouldn’t I be glad to see you?” he responded, not giving you an actual answer.

You chuckled and playfully shoved him. “Oh, stop it. I know you followed me out here.” you joked, winking at him as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks.

His loud, but beautiful laugh bellowed out into the night, echoing through the empty streets.

“No, but on a serious note...I-I kinda wanted to talk to you about something.” he muttered out in a low voice.

You cocked your head at him, making your hair fall slightly over your face. Pushing it out of the way, you stared at him. “Oh?”

Ethan wouldn’t look at you. He stared at his fiddling fingers as though there was something so interesting about them. You waited for him to say something, but he remained silent.

“E? What’s up?”

His face was flushed and he couldn’t look at you. Rolling his jaw, he looked up and down, avoiding your confused face. Finally he heaved out a huge sigh and blew his lips to make a “phffft” sound.

“Y/N what are we?”

Now it was your turn for your face to flush. You quickly turned away and pretended to notice something in the distance. You heard Ethan give an exasperated groan and you shut your eyes, trying not to wince.

“Y/N, we’ve never really talked about this, and..I just need to know. I mean, everyone always talks about us, and you know what I mean when I say that. I just want clarification, and I think this is something we need to talk about.”

You knew you couldn’t steer off course now; there was no way you were going to be able to bring his thoughts away from this. You thought carefully about what you were going to say, but your mind had suddenly went blank. You had always known that this subject would come up sooner or later, and you had been planning a while on what to say. But now, you couldn’t even manage out a word.

“Uhh, us? Well, we’re friends right?”

“See Y/N, that’s your problem!”

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst. Who gave him the right to say that?

“Excuse me?”

He placed one hand on his forehead, rubbing his temples. He turned to you and grasped your hands, linking your fingers together. “What if I want to be more than that?”

Your heart pounded as you realized what he meant. “M-more than what?” you asked, stalling for time, even though you already knew.

“Friends.”

You pretended to laugh, trying to make him think that you thought he was joking, but your laughter died down when you realized he was staring directly at you, dead serious. You swallowed and stared back. “Uh..” you were lost for words. You wanted to be with Ethan so badly, you wanted him so badly, but deep down you were scared. He deserved better than you. You tore your gaze from his eyes, and shoved yourself away from his hold.

“I have to go.”

“What?! Y/N!”

You quickly turned away from him, and hustled the opposite way, going back to your house. You heard Ethan hurrying behind you, calling out for you to slow down. You weren’t listening though. You couldn’t. You didn’t know what you wanted with him. You saw so much with him, but what if you weren’t good enough for him? 

“Y/N!” You heard him call your name over and over. He had also attempted to grab your hand every so often, but you would yank it away and just continue walking faster. But he never stopped chasing after you.

At last, you finally gave up. You couldn’t run away from him, because he would just keep coming back. He wouldn’t give up. When Ethan wanted something, he would do anything in his own will power to get it.

“I can’t!!” you cried out.

“You can’t what?” Ethan pried.

You stopped walking and dropped your head into the palms of your hands. “I-I...I’m not good enough for you. I’ll never be good enough for you! And I don’t want to give you false hope in thinking that you can be truly happy with me...cause it’ll never work.” you whispered.

“Y/N…”

“And I don’t want to lead you on, Ethan.” Tears were falling down your face now.

Ethan brought his hands up to your face and slowly wiped them away. He snaked his arms under yours and wrapped them around you. “Y/N, I think you’re perfect for me. I love everything about you. I love your laugh, your smile.” He paused to look into your eyes.

“I love your gorgeous face. I love how smart you are, how hardworking and dedicated to things you are. I love that you’re one of the most kind and caring, generous people I know. You’re amazing, and I look forward to every waking up single day just because I want to see you. You’re the reason I’m living, why I’m even breathing. I need you in my life, and more than just a friend.”

Your heart was racing as you tried to process everything he had just said.

“But...what if I can’t handle it E? I-I don’t know if I can do this. What if we can’t handle it? I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m just a huge mistake waiting to happen. I’m just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and I don’t want it to happen to you.”

Ethan stroked your hair gently and leaned in to kiss your temple firmly as he whispered in your ear. “Y/N, don’t say that. You’re not a mistake. I want you for you.”

You didn't know what to do. You wanted him too, but you didn’t trust yourself, even if Ethan could.

“I...I have to go. Seriously. I’m really busy tomorrow.”

Ethan’s shoulders dropped and he sighed. “Okay Y/N. I won’t try to stop you. I understand. I guess we’re just friends then.” He let go of you and held your gaze for a split second before peeling his eyes away and turning away.

You watched as he ran his hands through his hair and then shoved them into his pockets before walking back the way he came.

Your heart hurt letting him leave, but you didn’t want to turn your relationship into something you knew wouldn’t last. And you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you already had together.

-

-

You crawled back into bed, still confused and upset at what had just happened. The clock read 2:24AM. You had went out to take a walk to clear your head, but instead, it had just filled your head with even more thoughts.

Knowing that you needed to get to bed, you ignored everything and shut your eyes, trying to sleep once again. After about 20 minutes, your eyes shot open. Slapping your hand to your mouth to keep from screaming, you realized what a huge mistake you had just made. Jumping out of bed, you snatched your phone off the night table and messaged Ethan.

Meet me where we just were. Now.

You ran out through the door yet again, this time not even bothering to lock it. You just needed to find Ethan. You sprinted down the street, trying to get there as fast as you could. He probably wouldn’t even be there, he was probably already asleep back at his house.

But when you got there, in the middle of the street, he was already there.

Your heart skipped a beat as you ran into his open arms, hugging him tightly.

You clung onto his back and laid your head on his broad shoulder as he cradled you. “All you have to do, is tell me one thing.” you whispered.

“And what’s that?” he mumbled into your hair as he swayed you slowly, embracing you.

“Three words. Eight letters. One sentence. And I’m all yours.”

Without hesitation, he lifted your head up to make you look at him.

“Y/N...I..love. You. I love you.”

You shut your eyes and immediately, everything felt right. You felt happy. You felt at peace. Like everything would be okay.

You smiled happily, and before you knew it, Ethan leaned down to capture your lips into a sweet, passionate and deep kiss. You kissed him back, as you felt him smile against yours, making you laugh as he pulled you in for another kiss. He hummed into the kiss, as his warm hands stroked your cheeks, cupping your face. “Y/N..” he mumbled in between kisses. “I love you. So much. I want you. I want your flaws, your mistakes, your laughs and giggles. Your jokes, and your sarcasm. Everything. I just want you.”

“And I want you,” you whispered back. “I..I love you too.”

It would be hard to be good enough for him. He deserved the world and maybe you couldn’t give that to him.

But if he was willing to accept you already, for you, you knew damn well it would be worth it.

That’s it!!! I’ve been working on this fic for quite a while so I hope it was worth the read hahaha. As always, if you wanna request something just message me or send me something in my inbox, cause it’s always open! 

I’m also gonna be working on those drabbles that you guys sent me in my inbox (which I know I haven't answered, I keep them in there as a reminder I still need to write them) and I promise I will be writing them, but in the meantime, just keep sending me ideas! 

Love you all!! xox

[April 8th, 2018]

[mr-ethanparker]

@eloquentmuses

The game had ended. Ethan couldn’t tell you very much what had happened, he hadn’t been paying attention for most of it. He was too busy laughing so hard that his cheeks hurt. Halfway through, him and Natalie decided to play a game where they would find other spectators sitting together and try to figure out their back story. And he had to admit, some of the scenarios that she had come up with were quite hilarious. The two of them decided that their night shouldn’t end just yet and Ethan was subconsciously excited about that. It had been a long time since he had clicked so well with another person. Just to be able to relax and enjoy the company of another without major ties behind it. He offered a tavern that was on the same block as the stadium and thankfully she agreed. The place wasn’t as packed as he thought it would be considering it was game night. Maybe because the home team didn’t win, everyone decided to call it a night early. They walked in with Ethan retelling some of his most memorable residency stories. “I swear to god, he had a crowbar in his skull. I saw it with my own two eyes.” Ethan would always use his hands when he talked. Especially when it came to things that he was passionate about. “You see the craziest things when you work third shift in the ER. And I should know, I deal with crazy all the time.” Natalie just stood beside Ethan, giggling to herself, amused by his tale. “Alright, I believe you.” Ethan found a spot at the bar for them to sit and hang out. “Did you want something to drink?” Ethan’s nerves were tingling. Something inside himself stirred. He wanted to impress Natalie but respect her boundaries as an independent woman. Too many conflicting arguments surged through his brain in a span of 0.3 seconds. “Well, obviously. I mean, I wouldn’t have come with you if I didn’t want something to drink. A beer is fine for now.” Ethan felt slightly embarrassed for himself. How could he ask such a stupid question? He unknowingly crinkled his nose and turned to hail down the bartender. “Hi. Two beers, please?” The bartender nodded and handed them two domestic beer bottles. Gripping the neck, he passed it to her. A soft murmuring sound escaped from Natalie in the form of “Thank you.”

Ethan had excused himself to the men’s room. When he came back he spotted an unknown male standing next to Natalie. Really? In the short amount of time that he had stepped away, someone seized an opportunity to approach a beautiful woman. There was a twinge of jealously that was seeding down in the back of his subconscious. Ethan fixed his shirt and came up from the behind of Natalie and the brute. “Hey man. Thanks for keeping my seat warm.” Ethan joked trying to lighten the mood. “Right. Well, when I saw your sister here all by herself, I had to make sure she had some company.” “Uh-sure.” Ethan immediately picked up on the very apparent insult and for a moment, he considered correcting him. “Anyways. We’re all good now. So, you can return to your party.” “I think I’m good here, man.” The guy focused on Natalie. Ethan could feel how uncomfortable she was just by standing by her side. “Look. I can assure you that she is not interested in whatever you’re looking for so why don’t you just move along.” “Why don’t you let her speak for herself?” The neanderthal stood from his barstool and was relatively the same height as Ethan. But he puffed his chest to try to display this dominance in the situation. Ethan was unfazed and stood his ground. He felt this instinctual need to protect Natalie. Call it whatever you’d like, but the last thing he wanted was to see was her uneasy. “Gentlemen. This isn’t necessary.” Ethan heard Nat but didn’t surrender his gaze. “Ethan. Come on, let’s just go.” He would be ready to take a punch if he needed to, but this buffoon wasn’t worth his time. Ethan waited a minute or two to see if the other would do anything. Noticing he was the guy was swaying a bit, Ethan understood that he was a bit inebriated. It would be a bad move on his part to start something with someone who is under the influence. Ethan began to back away and Natalie crossed between them, linking her arm into his own. But in the process the filthy animal reached out and grabbed her behind. Before Natalie could turn around fast enough to swat his hand away, Ethan moved quicker, detaching himself from Nat’s grip. The sounds around him were muffled. All Ethan was concentrating on was the sound of his own heartbeat burning in his chest. He made a straight shot for the guy’s nose. Ethan brought his arm back to take the first swing and right as he was about to follow through, two hands took a hold of his bicep, stopping the collision. "Ethan! Stop!" Natalie yelled. Ethan's breathing was labored but he knew she was right. After a few long moments, he gathered himself and turned back the other way. Ethan took a hold of her hand and led the way out of the bar.

The two of them stood outside the pub for a few minutes in silence. Ethan was trying the best he could to let his anger come down. He wasn’t sure what came over him in there. He could careless if anyone shamed him, but when it came to the ones he cared about. That was a different story. He couldn’t sit there and let that ape disrespect his friend. Friend. She was just a friend. Right? Then why did his nerves spark when she looked at him that way. Ethan blew out all the air from his lungs and shoved his hands in his pockets so that she wouldn’t notice his fidgeting fingers. He was finally able for his stare to meet her own and she had that soft smile that he knew too well. “Don’t be such a sour puss. He was so lame, the fight wouldn’t have been worth it.” Ethan knew she was right. She was always right. “Walk me home Dr. Parker?”

[imagine-loki]

Caught in his web, Chapter 5 (warning: rape/non-con)

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead.  RATING: M

Chloe was in the shower, scrubbing herself with a scrunchie like crazy. She felt dirty, weird… It was confusing her how much she had enjoyed doing what Loki made her do. She hated him, really hated him. There had to be a way out of this, she just wasn’t sure how exactly.

Loki had told her to shower and get ready in one of the dresses. Then Ethan would take her downstairs for dinner with Loki. The thought repulsed her, was she seriously supposed to just act like everything was ok?

And he had confiscated her phone, so she now had no chance or hope of getting help from anyone. 

Chloe was cursing under her breath while she got dried off and then picked out one of the dresses. She went for the first one she had tried on, the green skater kind of dress. It was one of the ones she felt most comfortable in. After rummaging around the drawers, she was gutted when she couldn’t find any tights or leggings to put on with it.

‘Asshole.’ She hissed.

Giving up, she picked a pair of shoes to wear and then took a few minutes to calm herself down. Part of her wanted to just hide away in the room, but she didn’t want to find out what Loki would do if she didn’t make an appearance. And another part of her was a little bit curious as to what the rest of his house looked like.

She hadn’t been able to see outside yet, because it was dark and there were no lights on outside when she looked out the window. She had images of it being like a prison, with high walls and barbed wire at the top, no doubt guards and dogs wandering about outside too.

Slowly, she opened the bedroom door and gulped when she saw that Ethan was there waiting. He smiled at her and put his arm out to the side, motioning for her to follow him.

‘Loki is waiting for you.’ Ethan said when she started to follow.

They made their way down the hall, then down the curved marble staircase. She took the time to really look around now. It was obvious that Loki had money, it was a beautiful home. It wasn’t overly large, not like a mansion. But it had at least four bedrooms, she figured. She saw a maid bustling about, cleaning and doing various other things. She wondered if she knew what Loki was really like, or maybe she just didn’t care.

Ethan noticed her looking towards the front door. ‘Don’t even try it. You best stay in Loki’s good books. And even if you did get out the doors and past his security, you wouldn’t get far beyond the gates.’

Chloe felt defeated again, but didn’t want to risk it in-case he was being truthful. Which she had a feeling he was.

Ethan led her into a large room that was a kitchen, dining room and a lounge all in one. The kitchen was to the right with black marble top counters in a square shape and an island in the middle. There was a maid cooking dinner, busy at the oven. To the left of Chloe was a large wooden dining table next to huge conservatory doors. Then at the back of the room there was a few sofas and a fireplace with a huge TV above it, a small bar in the corner.

Loki was sitting at the head of the table, he stood up when Ethan led Chloe in and walked towards them.

‘You can go home now, Ethan.’ He nodded to him.

‘Cheers, boss. Have a good evening.’ Ethan nodded back then made his way out.

Loki flashed a wicked smile at Chloe, then he looked over at the maid. ‘You can go home too once you’ve served dinner.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’ The maid said with a smile, happy to be getting off early.

Loki turned his attention back to Chloe, he stepped into her space and rubbed her arms. She wanted to shrink away from him, away from his touch. But thought better of it. He used a finger to cup her chin, raising her head up.

‘Nice of you to join me. You look delightful, I may need to re-think what I’m having for dessert.’ He grinned, his eyes were twinkling with mischief.

He saw a brief flicker of anger cross her face, but it didn’t last long. She was indeed a quick learner.

‘Come, sit down.’ He motioned her over to the table. She reluctantly went to the seat he pulled out for her. He was acting rather gentlemanly, tucking her chair in too. He even placed her napkin on her lap for her and then poured her a glass of wine before taking his own seat at the top of the table again, next to her. If she wasn’t so scared and pissed off, she would’ve found him to be rather endearing.

She was tense, not sure what to do. Loki was sipping on his wine, keeping an intense eye on her while the maid dished up dinner. Her stomach growled, she never realised just how hungry she was. With the events of the day, she had just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep.

The maid was excused, which actually made Chloe feel even worse. Because now she knew that she was all alone in the house with him.

‘You’re not vegan or vegetarian, are you?’ Loki asked, already tucking into his food. He noted she was just staring at her plate, possibly wondering if it was poisoned or not.

Chloe looked up at him and had a brave streak. ‘What if I am?’ She blurted out.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Watch your mouth, girl.’ He growled in warning, pointing his fork at her. ‘Eat. If you are vegan or veggie then you will go very hungry in my house.’

Chloe was so annoyed at that, but didn’t want to risk anything from the tone of his voice. ‘I’m not…’ She mumbled and picked up her fork to start eating small bites. But once she started, she couldn’t stop. She was starving. And the food was absolutely delicious.

‘Did your parents never feed you?’ Loki remarked, she was almost finished when he was still halfway through his. He didn’t get a response, just a glare while she took a few sips of her wine. Loki calmly put his cutlery down and leaned over towards her. His hand then shot out quickly and he gripped her hair tightly, making her cry out in pain as she grabbed the side of the table.

‘You will answer me when I ask you a question. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Yes!’ She squeaked out quickly, relieved when he released her hair and sat back, straightening his tie.

‘So, I shall ask again. Did your parents never feed you?’ He asked as he continued eating his own dinner.

‘Of course they did.’ She said through gritted teeth.

Loki raised an eyebrow slightly at her tone, but let it slip for now. He continued eating, keeping a close eye on her at the same time. He asked a few questions about her, what she liked to do, what kind of music she liked. She answered with as few words as possible.

Once Loki was finished eating, he pushed his plate to the side and clasped his hands together on top of the table, looking at Chloe attentively.

She had finished her wine and didn’t know what to do or say with the way he was looking at her. But then she decided to ask the burning question that was at the front of her mind. ‘What do you want with me?’

‘I think you know exactly what I want with you, Chloe.’ He growled low, then got up to his feet and walked around to stand behind Chloe. She jumped when he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to whisper into her ear. ‘And I always get what I want.’

Chloe didn’t like the sound of that. She attempted to get away, but when she tried standing up, she was instead forced down over the table just at the side of her plate. Loki kept her pinned down with a hand to the back of her neck while he slid her plate further out of the way.

‘I thought you were learning, pet. But clearly not. Maybe this will help you to learn your place.’ He said darkly in her ear.

Chloe tried struggling under him, but like before he was just too strong and easily able to overpower her. But she didn’t want to just submit to him, to make it easy. Although it became more difficult when he grabbed her wrists and tied her hands together behind her back with his tie. He was far too skilled at that for her liking.

She started snarling at him and struggling again when he bunched her dress up around her waist and yanked her knickers clean off with one tug. When she heard his zipper being un-done, she knew there was no stopping him.

‘Please, don’t do this.’ She begged, in tears.

Loki chuckled, she could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as he moved in on her. He kicked her legs apart and stepped in-between, so she couldn’t close them. ‘If you misbehave, you do not get any pleasure or say in this.’

He pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt, she tried moving across the table to get away but he held her firmly in place. She let out a loud sob when he started to shove his way into her, not taking time to prepare her or use any lubrication.

‘PLEASE! STOP!’ She screamed as he forced his way inside her body, making her mould to him. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her when he bottomed out.

‘If you behave like a good girl and do as you’re told, then you will enjoy our encounters. But you certainly do not deserve that privilege tonight.’ He said harshly, pulling back so just the tip of him was inside her and then he then slammed back into her roughly.

She could barely even scream now, it was too painful. It felt like he was tearing her apart from the inside. But there was nothing she could do while he took her from behind, using the weight of his upper body to keep her down on the table. Her hands were starting to hurt too from the pressure of being crushed between their bodies.

Luckily for Chloe, if it could be called luck, Loki angled himself in such a way that he started to hit the pleasure spots inside her. Making her start to lubricate naturally, making it a little bit easier on her. It didn’t feel so raw now.

Her body started to feel numb after a while. She tried not to think about it, to make herself think that she was somewhere else. Just waiting for it to be over.

And it was over, eventually. Loki grunted against her ear and his thrusts became more erratic, then she could feel him pulsing inside her as he came. Emptying himself into her. He was panting hard behind her, spurting a few more times before he pulled out with a pop. His cum dribbled down her inner thigh, making her feel disgusting, she couldn’t believe he did that to her.

Chloe didn’t move when Loki stepped back from her, picked up a napkin and used it to clean himself. He was glad he didn’t get any cum on his trousers. He dropped the napkin by her head and then untied her wrists. But she still didn’t move.

Loki patted her bum and then flipped her dress down for her. ‘Go on, off to bed with you.’ He growled.

She was shaking all over as she stood up straight, she couldn’t even look at him when she scurried off to bed. But each step she took, it was painful. She could still feel him inside her. And she couldn’t stop crying.

Loki grinned, pleased with himself as he went over to the bar and poured himself a drink. She clearly had a fiery personality, one that he rather enjoyed. Even though she was scared, she wasn’t afraid to try and push back. He had a feeling she wasn’t going to be the easiest to break completely, but he was certainly going to enjoy doing so.