City Of Angels - That's What They Call Us, Right?

Sfw Alphabet with König

König X Reader

A/N: male reader intended, but can be read as gender-neutral

A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

When you first got together I think he’d be afraid to be affectionate simply because of his size, he wouldn’t want to hurt you, but after enough convincing that you would be completely fine he for sure latches onto you. I’m private he’ll like to hold you as much as he can, and I’m public he’ll stick to subtle little touches like holding your hand or putting a hand on your shoulder.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I think he’s the type of person you’d have to be friends with before dating, and I think he’d honestly be a great friend. I think once you get close enough to him he’d be super energetic and just goofy to be around. He’d like to make you laugh with stupid jokes and pull stupid pranks on the other members of your team. Overall a bit of a menace.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely he does. He would be a little shy about it at first and I don’t think he’d initiate in the beginning, but once he gets comfortable he’s all over you. As soon as he gets you alone he’s following you around like a lost puppy just waiting to pull you in. I think he likes cuddling with his head on your chest and your arms around him, he doesn’t get many chances to feel small like that with someone, so he milks it for all its worth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he would want to settle down mainly because he wants to keep you both safe. He definitely craves that soft domesticity with you that everyday normal life brings. I think he’s probably a very good cook, and he usually makes Austrian dishes since thats what he ate growing up. He gets it from his mom, probably watched how she cooked and it just stuck in his head.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would take him a very long time not only because he’s worried about hurting you, but also because he wants to make sure it’s really what he wants. He is worried that his anxiety is getting the best of him and he’s self sabotaging. Honestly you would probably bring it up first by mentioning how distant he’s being. You’d have a very long conversation that either fixed the problem or ended the relationship amicably.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Absolutely wants to be married. After about two years of dating he would probably start seriously thinking about marriage. I think it would take another full year for him to propose, and it would be some place quiet that means a lot to the both of you like you’re shared home or a first date location.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Extremely, obviously. He is always very gentle with you wether thats when he’s cuddling you or talking to you, he always makes sure to be soft with you. Physically he is afraid of hurting you even if you are a soldier, he’s just so big he thinks he’ll break you :(((

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Adores hugs. He will hug you whenever you to are alone and it’ll always be for long amounts of time like at least ten minutes per hug. His hugs are perfect, just the right amount of pressure and you are always comfortably against his chest. Nice and warm too. He likes when your arms are like folded against your own chest that way he can hold you entirely and make sure you’re safe from every angle.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Falls fast. It takes him a long time to confess to you so when you actually get together i think within the first three months he says it. For sure were friends first, so telling you he loves you romantically comes pretty easy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealous, but not in an overly possessive way. He’s just anxious that he isn’t good enough for you, and sometimes he gets self conscious when he sees someone flirt with you. Would probably be pouty about it, and you would need to reassure him that he’s the only man you want. I think you have to be aware that people are flirting with you so you can end it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You cannot tell me this man is a good kisser, at least not at first. He is very nervous the first time, and has no idea what to do so you are going to have to lead him. When he finally does get the hang of it he’s gentle with all of his kisses, they always have meaning behind them. He likes to kiss your forehead a lot, he says it’s easy access. On himself he likes when you kiss his tummy, gets all giggly and squirmy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he likes kids, and is naturally good with them, but I’m not sure if he would want his own. His job is dangerous and it’s enough that it puts you in danger.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Soft and warm, he never wants to wake up. He is just so cozy in your arms with the warm blankets surrounding you. When you finally do insist on getting up he is following you everywhere. You brush your teeth together, cook together, all of it. He’s just so clingy and sleepy in the morning

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Quiet, usually. He doesn’t really like to go out so most nights are spent at home with nice cooked meals and binge watching a show together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you started off as friends i think a few months into the friendship he would start to open up with little things like childhood stories or favorite foods. When you get together i think he would tell you the deeper things like his history with being bullied or the trauma he has from missions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not easily angered, but he gets self conscious very easily. Patience wise i think he is very patient with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers every little detail about you no matter what. You could mention a food you like one time and he will remember it. He likes it because it makes it easier to take care of you. It means he can make your coffee or tea for you, it means he can buy you clothes if you need them without you there, plus he believes it shows how much he loves you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you guys first got together. It was such a moment of joy for him that he blushes every time he thinks about it. He didn’t ever think he would have a romantic partner like you, so just the memory of you confessing brings him joy.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective, but not in a controlling way. It mainly just comes with his job and your job if you are a soldier. He knows it’s dangerous so in the field he is always looking over his own shoulder and yours for potential threats.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Lots and lots of effort with this man. Dates are probably somewhere quiet or secluded, so to make up for the lake of entertainment he makes sure to put a lot of effort in so you have a good time no matter what. He remembers every anniversary, and always makes sure they’re memorable.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I think with the occasional fights you do have he can lash out. He is used to only being in fight mode in the field, so he can have a harsh tongue and say things he doesn’t mean. I always think sometimes he lets his social anxiety overtake him completely, and it would start to impact your life. Like it might restrict you from going out as much as you did or doing certain things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Concerned, but not in a vain way. He thinks he isn’t the best looking, so he’s concerned you wont like him either. It would take him a while to take his mask off around you, and you would have to do a lot of convincing for him to know that you find him attractive.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, you are his other half and without you he simply doesn’t know how to handle himself. When you’re gone for long amounts of time like for missions or anything he feels like a part of him is missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s funny, like he just has perfect comedic timing and he’s witty. Most people don’t see it because he holds his tongue, but around you it’s always full laughs.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He absolutely hates when people are mean to workers. Like cafe workers or the target employees. With a partner i think he would dislike if you tended to yell during fights, he knows he can be mean but he never yells.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He takes up the entire bed. He is so tall that he just can’t help it, but besides that if the bed is big enough he completely starfishes. In the beginning of the night it’s all neat with you tucked into him, but by morning the blankets on the floor, he’s spread out and you’re half on him half off the bed.

we’ve never got the chance to see fred and george in a love context with someone (except maybe from angelina at the ball) what are your thoughts?

man this took me a hot minute, my brain just didn’t want to work

Fred

Can be very forgetful and careless. Sometimes forgets to think before speaking, so inevitably will say something rude to you and make you upset. And forget important dates. But he does feel horrible about it after, apologizes a million times and gets so clingy.

Brags and shows his s/o off A LOT. Always talking about “his girl/boy”. If he wins a friendly quidditch match, he’s saying it’s cuz he had his good luck charm. If you walk into the store, he’ll stop mid convo with a customer like “there’s my girl/boy.”

Loves to annoy you. Literally just makes up random things, especially if you didn’t go to Hogwarts or have magic. Will say it with a straight face too, then look down at you and smile when you figure it out.

Has a matching bracelet with you, perhaps like a piece of twine he wrapped around d your wrist then made himself one. Likes to have something that reminds him of you and vice versa.

Sometimes doesn’t think before he acts, so if there is a perceived slight, he will ignore you and sit in that feeling. Can be known to speak before thinking as well, is also very quick to anger, and takes a while to calm down. He’s kind of like a boiled pot, it will spill over if not taken care of.

George

Really good at remembering what you said, keeps a list of things you’ve mentioned wanting so he can get you a gift you’ll want. But he can get really absorbed in making new products for the store, so if he forgets he legit beats himself up over it. Will make it up to you.

A little more private about his love, he still brags but he’s not shouting it out all the time. He talks about his partner A LOT. When he writes to his mom he loves to talk about your achievements. He’s so proud of what you accomplish.

Loves to mess with you. His favorite is hiding a figurine or trinket through out the house and waiting until you find it.

Loves to point out two objects or animals and say “that’s us.” Like sure babe, we are those two worms.

Will ignore you, just locks himself in this office when he’s upset and work. Is capable of communicating this, but it depends on how upset he is. This doesn’t really last long though, maybe a few hours at most. He’s not someone who will say something they don’t mean in a heated moment, so if he says something very rude he probably means it, but he tries to communicate multiple times before coming to verbal blows.

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lesbian velma is canon (+ more of her being a disaster gay)

König drinking tea like he definitely canonically would

why can't gay people flirt normally

like "ur cute," "no ur cute," isn't that hard

it doesn't have to be:

"finally the flesh reflects the madness within,"

"well, you'd know all about the madness within wouldn't you remus?"

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12/27/2024

The Most Humane Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Yandere!Mold Ethan Winters x GN!reader

Summery: Childhood friends of Ethan Winters you watch as the blond man grow into a fine adult, someone caring and devoid of any malicious capabilities. As time grows you soon realize that you love the adorably dumb man, Ethan was everything in your eyes. So when he marries another person by the name of Mia it tore you to pieces, especially when you come to learn her true nature. Cruel, manipulative, and cold, safe to say you hated her in every way. Regardless, Ethan loved her whole heartedly and you did your best to support him. One day Mia goes missing from her "babysitting job", days turn to week, and week to months, Ethan was a wreck from the anxiety. And despite all feelings for Mia and for Ethan you buried them alive, stepping in as the supportive friend Ethan always knew you as. Apparently that was not enough as without any notice Ethan was gone, out on an adventure to save his wife. This left you alone with no idea of what happened to the man you loved, left alone for weeks and months. Just you and your thoughts.

That is until Ethan returned, changed by the experiences in more than just emotional trauma.

Tags: Heavy Angst, some fluffy moments, yandere themes (lighter side), Ethan being turned into a mostly mindless mold monster, character violence, mentions of abuse, jealously, mentions of depression and eating disorder, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers (?)

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So much time passed ever since Ethan ghosted you, you just hoped he was happier now. Slowly you started to move on, eating again. Going to therapy, seeking help and bringing the colour back to your life. It wasn't easy by any means, certainly not cheep either. Damn American healthcare. But for once in your life things were just okay, to most that wouldn't even be close to a quality of life but for you it was improvement. The best type of improvement where things were just good enough for you not to be in constant misery. It surprised you, but you were indeed moving on. You even started to date again, met a few people that were nice but it wasn't the same as Ethan.

It would never be the same.

Obviously things were still pretty difficult but you did the only thing you could do, take it a moment at a time. After a lot of thinking you planed to move, maybe a fresh start will finally stop reminding you of Ethan. You weren't just planning to move state but country, somewhere you can just wipe all those little shops that reminded you of your past away. All the bars with his favourite beer, or the nerdy comic book shops, gone.

You took a deep breath in, you were going to be alright. You already found a new place across the borders thanks to a friend and now you just needed to pack and pull out your emergency funds, you'll figure out work when you get there. Let the wind pull you were you need to go, maybe your friend across the border would advise you somewhere. Either way you were still pretty young and you could do it, the business maybe being the thing to finally stopping all your thoughts of Ethan. It was a dark night as heavy rain fell against your window, it sounded like it was trying to break the glass. Looking at the weather report it said there was an atmospheric river, a.k.a a few days of heavy rain. You didn't mind, it would give you time to re-write you resume, you last boss gave you a really nice reference and you intended to use that to its full extent. Prepare to write your application to the new house you were going to move to, start to organize all the things you need to pack, budget. You stretched before sitting down at your computer and started typing, calm music in the background to help you focus. Maybe a few hours passed before thunder struck in the distance, lights flickered before it all turned off. You screamed as all your progress has been lost, maybe if the gods were merciful enough your program auto-saved not too long ago. Either way your power was completely out, maybe this was just a message for your work to be finished today. It was already 7:30 pm and you haven't even eaten dinner yet, standing you fumbled in the pitch darkness for your flashlight. Finally finding it only to discover its dead batteries, cursing you pulled open a drawer with pillar candles. These would have to do, lighting them it was enough. Collecting them you started placing them around the kitchen area and one by one you lit them with the one in your hand. In a strange way this made you happy, a little romantic moment for yourself. Maybe you could make a nice fancy soup, some fresh bread, then take a warm long bubble bath and go to sleep at ease.

Self care.

You hummed at the idea as another strike of thunder echoed in the distance, you were glad you were inside. As much as you loved the rain if you were to go out there right now you would be soaked to your bone marrow in the icy needles down pour, anyone out there for more than a few minutes could get hyperthermia. Its late fall almost winter at this point, nights got close to -1 C often hovering around 0 C- 5 C. Disregarding your thoughts you started with your soup, chopping onions, carrots, celery and other veggies, pan frying meats before adding them to the broth you made. Humming a small tune as you moved back and forth in your warm house, peacefully oblivious to the person who opened your front door. Despite it being locked they knew exactly where you kept your spare, quietly they walked the halls with their muddy boots still on. Silently down towards the living room before turning to the dining room with the open kitchen. The figure stood behind you at a distance, just silently watching you as you hummed and cooked.

The tasteful aroma filling the house, gods was he hungry. When was the last time he eaten? Slept? Done anything aside from walk?

He was just glad he was home again.

You felt a draft suddenly wash over you, was the house always this cold? You turned curious before screaming and dropping your wooden spoon, there was a figure of what looked like a man in the darken dinning room. Just standing there, staring. Looking down the hall you saw your front door open, the dark blue outside with inky black drops pouring from the sky. Muddy foot prints trekked by this 'guest', like there was any suspicion that it wasn't the figure who made them. How did they get in though, you lock your door, you always locked your door! Looking at this figure you couldn't see them clearly with the low light, but they were dirty, very dirty. Covered in what looks to be a black mud? It coated their clothes and body, hands completely black and continuing up to their elbows were it slowly transitioned back to pale white skin. They looked like a ghost with how pale they were, a ghost with a black gradient of mud. They were wearing kaki office pants and mud covered boots, but strangely a brown mud. What once was a white shirt with the same mix of brown and black mud, you eyes trailed back to the figures hand to see a single key in it.

Oh, that's how they got in.

You were completely frozen in fear, they found your spare key?

The figure didn't move either, just standing and staring at you. What did they want, why were they here, how did they know where you kept you spare key? A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second and it gave you enough time to see the stranger's face, Ethan Winters.

Audibly you gasp before moving slightly closer, "Ethan?"

There was no response as he stood there, "Is that you, you're freaking me out!"

Slowly Ethan walked towards you and you felt your heart leap in your chest, something was wrong, clearly wrong. The man looks like he's been through hell and back, dirty, grimy, hair a mess and clothes beyond ruined. What the hell happened to your old friend- ex friend.

Slowly he walked until he was in front of you and all you could do is stare into his face, towering over you never before have you felt threatened by Ethan but now you were. Gods were you scared, has Ethan lost his mind, was he here for revenge or something? The dim candle light finally caught onto his face you could see the calm almost solemn expression, a type that you figured originated from a sort of relived exhaustion. You watched as Ethan slowly reached between you arms to turn off the stove before leaning down to embrace you, you still felt so paralyzed and yet still you eased into it. All those years of working on your feelings breaking through to the front again, seeing Ethan clearly in some form of distress just opened the flood gate.

Against his chest you could smell almost a mildew scent, that along with the one that comes from having clothes in storage for too long. Underneath that you could barely smell that warm musky scent that you loved so much, buried under what hell Ethan had to live through.

Slowly you pushed away from his embrace to look up at Ethan, "What happened to you Ethan?"

You were met with more silence, peeking between his arm you saw the door was still open and letting in the cold air. You went to squeeze out of his embrace to close it went he suddenly tightened his arms again, you let out a surprised squawk not expecting such an action. "Ethan, I need to close the door." You voice was quiet as if not to scare him.

Almost reluctantly Ethan let go and you made you way down the hall, closing and locking the door. You turn around to see Ethan looming right behind you which causes you to yelp in fright again, how many times was he going to jumpscare you? "Jesus, personal space."

He didn't reply again, something was seriously wrong with Ethan. It was like he was confused and in auto pilot, following you around like a lost dog. You looked down at his hand and still saw Ethan was holding the key, "Here, why don't you give that to me?"

You reach for the key as Ethan followed you with his eyes, still gripping it you carefully open his fingers to take it before setting it on a table in the mudroom. Ethan's hand instinctively grabs onto yours as the only thing he was holding into was taken away, that same black mud now coating your hands.

"You must be freezing, I think I have some spare clothes for you to wear. Maybe you can take a hot shower to warm yourself up first, get that dirt off of you at the same time." You were met with that same soft blank stare as Ethan continued to look through your eyes, it was slightly unnerving.

"Take off your shoes, I can help you with finding some clothes first." The tall man obeyed, still dripping wet you pulled him down the hall towards your bathroom. You lead him inside before holding your hand out signaling to 'wait here' before opening your drawers to find some spare sweat pants and an oversized shirt, only then did you noticed that black substance on your hand. It was strangely warm, like if you were touching someone's skin. You walked back to the washroom, past Ethan and to the sink where you turn on the water, Ethan slowly walked over to continue to loom behind you.

"What is this stuff anyways?"

No reply.

"It's weird and sticky, warm too."

Ethan still made no move besides looking down at you, you caught his stare through the mirror and felt a shiver ripple down your spine. "You should probably wash that gunk off too."

More echoing silence pierced the air between you two, Ethan was clearly not functional at the moment and you needed to help him through whatever happened. You took his hand and put it under the warm water, scrubbing it with your own trying to get as much as that substance off. It was surprisingly difficult, yours came off easier than Ethan's though. You suppose it was because it was on him longer, Ethan didn't seem bothered at all and was still trying to hold you as you scrubbed. Eventually it seemed like his hands were clean but they were still pitch black, the only way you knew they were 'clean' was by the fact you no longer could feel that weird texture of the mud.

"I guess that's good enough for now, why don't you take that shower now. You must be freezing." Tender eyes stared down at you before Ethan nodded, he was cold. So cold.

You turned on the water before leaving the room to find him clothes again, meanwhile Ethan couldn't help but feel anxious at your leave. He wanted to open the door and find you, Ethan really hated the idea of being alone again. He doesn't remember much but what he does remember was the feeling of being so lonely and scared, lonely and scared for too long. Somewhere cold, damp, dark. Gunshots and screams. Black mold.

Ethan opened the door and walked towards the other that was half opened, pushing the door open annouced his presence as the hinges screamed in a long winded protest. You turned with a oversized band tee in your hands, confused. "Ethan, what are you doing?"

"Is the water too hot or something?"

You were met with more silence as the man slowly walked towards you again, embracing you and keeping you against his chest.

"Ethan, I know your cold, I can feel you shivering. Go take a shower, you'll feel much better after." The man still didn't move.

"Come on, I can help you get the water right." That seemed to do the trick as Ethan released you, leading back towards the washroom.

The water was still running, fogging up the mirror and area. You put you hand under to find it perfectly warm, maybe a little on the cooler side if anything. "The water is nice, I don't see anything wrong with it."

Still Ethan just stared at you, "Go on, feel."

You urge the man, he squeezes himself past you to put his arm under and doesn't react much to it. Backing away you start to leave but get caught by Ethan again, eyes telling you something you couldn't quiet understand.

"What, I'm leaving so you can shower." Voice smooth and small as if not to startle him, Ethan shook his head to your answer.

"You don't want to shower?" Ethan shook his head again.

"No, do you not want me to leave then?" He nodded.

A part of you wanted to protest, this was all so strange but it was apparent the man was traumatized. Leaving him alone would probably only cause more unesscary anxiety, setting aside your own feelings you turned your back and faced the wall. "Okay, I'm looking away so you can undress."

The sound of rustling clothes filled the air as you focused on it, you stood still against the wall trying your best not to see anything. The water's sound became slightly quieter as Ethan stood under the water, you could hear a sign of relief. Moving away you sat down on the sink and allowed Ethan to take his time cleaning, enjoy the warm water and not worry about anything else.

"The clean clothes are on top of the toilet with a towel, I can take your dirty clothes after.". Much to your surprise, Ethan hummed in response acknowledging you, a little progress.

Whenever Ethan found you got too silent for his liking he would poke his head out to check you were still there, and every time you would give him a comforting smile. It didn't take long for Ethan to get clean, taking all the black gunk off of his hair and skin leaving hind stains in his skin. At least his soft blond hair was back, Ethan did feel much better now warmed up.

When you saw his pale leg come out of the shower you quickly turned to face the wall, Ethan could've least given you a warning. You don't understand why he decided to step out of the shower to dry and get dressed, but at this point you were not going to question him.

"Are you hungry?" You asked still facing away from the man.

"I still have the soup I made, its probably still warm." Ethan snaked his arms around you and rested his face on your shoulder, you could feel him nod against your skin. God was he so affectionate right now, was it because he needed comfort or another reason? You didn't know.

"Come on, its downstairs. I know I am starving."

Ethan followed you as you lead him back to where you found him, sitting him at the dinner table before turning to grab a bowl. Toasting some bread and setting it down for the man you watched as he tore into it like a starving animal, maybe he was one. Sitting across from Ethan you noticed the black stain on his limbs, surprised that they did not wash off. What was that mud?

"Did the mud not come off?" Ethan stops his messy eating to stare at you curiously.

"The black on your skin, is it a colouration or something else?" The man dropped his spoon as he turned to look at his arms like it was the first time he noticed the difference.

You sat there in silence as anxiety bubbled in your stomach, did Ethan not even realise he was covered in whatever that was?

"Does it hurt?" You finally spoke again, and he shook his head.

"Maybe we should get that checked out, I can call a doctor." Ethan shook his head again this time with a more stern and serious expression.

"What if it is a type of necrosis, like something eating your skin and flesh. If we can treat it early we could prevent damage before it happens."

Ethan suddenly slammed his hands on the table causing you to jump at the sudden noise, he didn't seem to like that answer. As Ethan saw your tension he calmed down, he didn't want to scare you. Furthest from it, he almost got up to comfort you but you spoke before he could. "Okay, then maybe another day." Hands up trying to show innocent intent.

You didn't eat much, having enough to satiate you. Ethan on the other hand ate both his and your own portion, you knew he always had a larger appetite than you but it surprised you. Once finished he looked at you with a happy smile, he must have felt better now with good food in his system.

"Feeling better?" Ethan nodded

One part of you wanted to ask Ethan what happened but you also knew he would need time, maybe tomorrow morning would be better. "Are you tired?"

Ethan nodded

"Well there is the spare room, you can rest there." Ethan got up and started to walk down the hall, quickly you took the bowls and placed them in the sink to deal with later. Trailing behind Ethan as he went towards the bedroom, instead of turning to the spare room he went straight into yours. "Wait, Ethan!"

You jogged after him only to find Ethan already crawling into your bed, "Ethan, this is my room." He didn't respond as Ethan further tucked himself under.

"That's my bed!" You raised your voice a little louder and indignant but still no response from the man.

You huffed out your nose in annoyance, "Okay, I guess I will take the guest bed then."

Like incantations to a spell it worked its magic as Ethan sprung into life once more, a darkened arm jumping out from the covers to grasp onto you and pull you back with him. You ended up falling on top of Ethan with a frightened yelp, the man under you smiling gently like how you remembered him doing. Well one thing was for sure, Ethan was defiantly better than how you found him. But why he was acting this way was beyond you, sure its probably a trauma thing that he doesn't want to be alone but this felt different. You couldn't put your finger on it right away, and frankly you were too happy with Ethan being back in your life that you probably brushed most red flags away.

By now Ethan tightened his arms around your middle and now was slowly rolling the both of you to your sides, nuzzling in and relaxing it was clear he was about to go to sleep. You allowed this to happen, it seemed so harmless, confusing sure but ultimately harmless. Ethan was always a more physically affectionate man, even with his friends he liked to show that he cared for them. Either way maybe tomorrow morning thinks would be cleared up, by then maybe Ethan will be able to talk again. You were too tired

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