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Ethan x Reader

So it was around 4 weeks ago when you and Ethan decided to spend the night together. Not that either of you were fit to make any decisions whatsoever, but that didn’t stop you at all. You were both under the influence of alcohol and had witnessed quite a lot of things the week running up to it.

You’ve known Ethan for years, literally since school and you’ve been there to support him all throughout his success with shameless and did your best to help him with schooling too which he adored you for. It was hard juggling both, but he saw that as the norm. You knew he could do well at school though so made sure he would prove your hypothesis there. You two were inseparable in the beginning but got used to spending time apart once he started filming for shameless and that has always been fine for the two of you because once you’re reunited, it’s like nobody ever left.

You were due to host a family BBQ at your house for your mother’s birthday and the Cutkosky clan were due to attend. You hadn’t really seen much of Ethan these past 2 weeks and any time you’d seen him since you two shagged has just been slightly awkward. Maybe that’s because you’re wanting to talk about what happened but not wanting to be the one to start the conversation. I don’t know. But either way, it’s been awkward and you’re anxious about tonight. Anxious about seeing his face. The face that you always miss, more than you’ve missed anyone else’s before.

You put on a dainty little button-up white dress and curl the ends of your hair, putting half of it up, out of your face. You add a thin eyeliner flick to your look and put on your mascara. Once this is done you place your Dr Marten’s sandals on with your dress and head downstairs. Greeting people as you pass, trying to find your way to your dad, knowing that his face will calm the nerves in your body. He has always been able to soothe your anxiety and talk you into feeling okay and calm. You’ve been feeling nauseous most of the week because of this. Finally, you find him at the barbecue and smile, heading over to him. You embrace him in a big hug. He’s been working since 8pm last night, on a night shift.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks as you embrace him. You just nod and he sighs empathetically before putting his hand on your shoulder and saying “It’s gonna be okay Y/N, everyone is family.” And you nod in agreement, taking a deep breath.

Just then, you hear a familiar female voice. The voice of Mrs Cutkosky greeting you and your dad. You turn around and smile in her direction enthusiastically and your dad does the same.

“Y/N, so nice to see you again! How are you?” She says sweetly holding her arms open for a hug which you gladly accept. “I’ve been good, just busy at work taking every possible shift I can get.” You giggle awkwardly as you reply to her question and she grins widely. Just behind her you see Ethan standing there with an unknown look on his face. Maybe he’s wondering why you’ve made yourself so unavailable.

“Aw bless, you’re a hard working Y/N! You deserve the best of the best.” She says and removes a piece of hair from your face. She’s always so friendly to you and you love her for that.

“Aw thank you so much, only time will tell ay.” You respond and she smirks before heading to talk to your dad, leaving you with Ethan, who has his hands in his pockets awkwardly smiling. You smirk and roll your eyes playfully moving closer towards him.

“Pull yourself together boy, are you trying to make it obvious to our families that something happened between us.” You say with a smirk as you remove his hands from his pocket and straighten up his jacket, causing his cheeky to flush red.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you Y/N. Be quiet jeez, there could be paparazzi here godddd.” He laughs and hits your shoulder playfully before looking around and pretending to hide.

You just roll your eyes and laugh at his response before saying “Cocky much?” And raising and eyebrow.

“I don’t think I need to answer that question for you. Cause like, you would know wouldn’t you.” He bites his lip holding in a smirk. Your mouth gapes open in response and his composure bursts. The laugher comes and you just cannot contain your laughter either.

“God sake Ethan, go and say happy birthday to my mother. I can’t deal with you right now.” You respond an check smirks before turning around and heading towards your mum. Obeying orders for once. As he reaches your mum, he turns around and winks at you.

Why does he do this to you? Dead.

****

You spend most of the evening talking to all of your family, playing board games with the kids and attempting to whoop their asses on just dance. That’s until you get the urge to throw up and have to run to the toilet to let it out. Ugh, you hate being sick. Despise it, fear it, don’t like it at all, nah-ah. Nope. Then, you decide to go outside and sit yourself on the swing’s whilst sipping at your water to gargle the sicky taste away.

It gets you thinking about Ethan. He’s very confusing, that is the first time he has even mentioned the night you spent together since it happened and he made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal at all. So if he can joke about it why can’t he talk about it?

“Hey little one.” Speak of the devil. He’s always called you little one, it’s just his nickname for you because you’re smaller than him and it makes him feel better. You look over to him and smile. He sits on the swing next to you and there’s about a minute of silence before he speaks.

“Are you okay? What happened inside?” He asks nervously, licking his lips.

“Oh I had to throw up. My anxiety has taken it’s toll on me.” You reply nervously and his eyebrows raise.

“Oh no, that’s not good. Why’s it been bad?” He asks innocently, just curious.

“Well, you make me anxious.” You state and he seems surprised.

“Me? Why? You don’t need to be anxious around me at all Y/N. We are Ethan and Y/N, unstoppable and nothing scares us.” He says with a smile holding your hand. You look down at your hands and sigh. He can be so casual and it’s so agravating when you feel so many emotions right now.

“Because, you won’t talk about it.” You reply and look to the ground.

“Oh.” He says and you stay quiet without looking to him.

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. I thought you’d regretted it, so I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Then you’ve made yourself work so much these last 2 weeks that I thought you were avoiding me. It’s okay, I get it, mistakes happen.” He blurts out. Word vomit much.

Just then, you have the urge again and run to the downstairs toilet, Ethan hot on his feet behind you. He walks into the toilet with you and grabs your hair out of the way before you end up with sick on it. He takes a band off your wrist and ties your hair up in a messy bun before sitting on the floor next to you.

“Thank you, E.” You say as you wipe your mouth with tissue. He nods, and again, bites his lip nervously. Then, his eyebrows raise and he sighs before standing up and pacing. Then he stops and looks at you.

“I’m going somewhere, I’ll be back real soon. Please don’t move.” He orders and you nod. Seconds later he leaves and you put the toilet lid down, get a towel and lean your head on it before quickly nodding off.

***

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice hums, nudging you awake. You rub your eyes and yawn.

“Here.” He says and hands you a bag. He’d been to the shops. You look inside the bad and your eyes go huge. Your mouth gapes open and you stare at Ethan who shifts uncomfortably with his hands back in his pockets. Your heart aches a bit and your stomach drops. No one emotional can describe the way you feel at the realisation of what he thinks is going on. Especially when it makes so much sense. Your eyes start to well up.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You yell and stand up, shoving the bag into his arms.

You go to leave the bathroom but he places his hand against the door, stopping it from swinging open. He then locks it and barges you out of the way. You start to cry and try to shove him out of the way by hitting his arms and chest. He grabs your wrists gently, but firm enough to stop you, trying his best not to hurt you and locates you to sit on the toilet seat. You bring your legs up to your chest and bury your face into your knees and start to sob.

“Please Y/N, you need to know.” He begs, desperation in his tone and tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Why me?” You cry and Ethan just rubs your back sympathetically. You stand up, go to the bag and open up the box getting out a digital pregnancy test. You go back to the toilet, lift the lid up and sit down. Peeing on the stick, right in front of Ethan, carelessly. He sits in the on the floor, head in hands and waits with you for the results.

“You know you’re not the only potential father right?” You say and he nods.

You don’t look, you pee on the stick, wipe and place the stick on the side upside down and set an alarm. You wash you hands and as you go to dry them, you knock the pregnancy test on the floor, making Ethan look up from his hands. As you pick it up you see the results, already clear as day, in just a minute. Pregnant. 4 weeks. You then drop it next to Ethan.

“Fuck.” He mumbles and ruffles his hair in worry. You feel numb but hazy. As if you were going to pass out any minute now.

“I’m going to bed.” You state coldly and begin walking through the crowded house and head towards the stairs. Barging past relatives, no idea what they’re saying to you. Ethan follows after cleaning up everything in the bathroom and bringing it with him discreetly and explaining to people that you’re going to sleep because of you being poorly.

“Go away Ethan, I don’t need to be babied.” You say, being a total bitch. He rolls his eyes.

“Get over yourself Y/N and accept care when you fucking need it. Stop acting like you don’t give a shit!” He yells and you jump back, shocked at his anger. But then you smile, proud that he defended himself since you were in fact being a bitch.

You just sigh and take off your dress, causing Ethan to become awkward seeing you in just your thong and no bra. You get an oversized t-shirt out and get in bed.

“You coming or not?” You ask and he quickly strips into only his boxers and joins you in bed. He goes to speak about it and you shush him, snuggling into him.

“We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m not ready right now.” You say and he nods, kissing your forehead.

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A/N- hey! So I plan on making this a series, but I’m not too sure yet. Let me know what you guys think I should do?? I know it’s long, I do apologise but there was a lot I needed to have in if just in case I don’t make it a series. Anyway, enjoy! Also, feel free to send me imagine requests etc!

UPDATEEEE

I have now turned this into a fan fiction on Wattpad, but I’m not going to make it one on here. So I’ll put the link below if anyone is interested in a full story, and if not you’ve got your one shot on here still!❤️

So it’s 10:31pm when I started this, it’s Sunday and I have school tomorrow but well writing imagines lighten up my mood. So here it is. Also there might be some ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ through out it as I’m writing a fanfic. So excuse those errors. WARNING: SMUT so sex, swearing etc etc Carl Gallagher.

It was your night out in south side Chicago, which really means going to the Alibi and ending up somewhere the next morning without knowing where or how you got there.You walked in to see the Alibi just as packed as it normally is which really isn’t that full, the Gallagher family over in the left side of the room arguing about god knows what, Syvetlana with Yevgeny, V and the twins talking, while Kev is over tending the bar and arguing with Frank about his ‘tab’ that never gets paid. You walked over to the bar “Move it Frank.” He complained “Oh shut the fuck up.” You pushed him out of his seat and proceeded to sit down “The usual Kev.” He passed over the usual rum and coke, you sat there slowly drinking it when this guy walked over, he said “Hey cutie.” You smiled “Hey there handsome.” He smiled “Let me get you a drink, my name is Carl Gallagher. Kev give this lovely lady a shot.” You laughed “Y/N Y/L/N.” Kev passed you a shot “Be nice Carl, Y/N is like my sister.” Carl said “Wait what? You know here and you didn’t introduce me to her? What the fuck Kev.”

You laughed “Maybe cause I would of introduced myself eventually.” That whole night was consisting of you and Carl drinking and laughing with Kev, Fiona his older sister informing us she was going home with Liam, Debbie, and a drunk Lip. Kev was closing for the night when he slid Carl a bottle of some drink he made. Carl grabbed your hand and led you outside when he called his brother you think Ian to come pick you two up.