meddle about // Ethan landry x reader

Dangerous Game

"Yeah, just don... ah, forget it," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

His words trailed off, lost in a mixture of shyness and desire.

You turned back toward him, a knowing smile dancing on your lips. Of course, you understood what he meant, and you were fully aware of the effect you had on him.

It was a dangerous game, one that sent electric tension crackling between you.

After the intense round of Truth or Dare, the group decided to settle in for a movie.

The three couches in the room provided ample seating, and you ended up sandwiched between Jack and Ethan on one of them, the shared blanket offering warmth in more ways than one. Despite the cover, you leaned closer to Jack, a sly move to stoke Ethan's jealousy.

Ethan's eyes continually darted between you and Jack, his gaze focused on what might be transpiring beneath the blanket.

About thirty minutes into the movie, you remembered the popcorn and leaned toward Jack, your voice a low whisper but loud enough for Ethan to hear. "Jack, could you come with me to make some popcorn?"

Jack agreed with a simple "Sure," and you led him to the kitchen, intertwining your fingers with his, making sure Ethan could see.

It was a bold move, designed to elicit a reaction.

As you reached the kitchen, you casually asked, "So, is there a lucky girl?"

Jack smiled, his eyes locked onto yours. "No, I've been focusing on studying, but there is someone," he admitted.

A grin spread across your face. "Oh really?" you teased.

"Yeah," Jack replied, inching closer to you, his expression warm and attentive. His eyes roamed your face, studying every detail.

You took the opportunity to look over Jack's shoulder, ensuring that Ethan was watching. But he was nowhere to be seen. Frustration tinged your thoughts; you wanted him to witness this playful charade. Consequently, you backed away from Jack and turned toward the microwave.

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan had slipped into the bathroom, his mind fraught with an urgent phone call.

"Quinn, please just do this one time," he pleaded, his voice low and anxious.

Quinn, on the other end, sounded annoyed. "Why don't you do it?" she retorted.

"I can't. They'll know it's me," Ethan replied, his frustration evident.

"You're letting her win. She wanted to make you jealous, and that's the reaction she wanted from you," Quinn offered her perspective.

"Quinn, I want him gone. If I don't do something, they'll... they'll take it too far," Ethan explained, his voice cracking with emotion. "And I'm not going to let that happen."

Quinn sighed, reluctant but understanding. "Fine, I'll be there in five minutes," she conceded.

"Thank you, best sister," Ethan said, relief washing over him. "I'm your only sister, you know. Dad won't be very happy about this," she reminded him.

"I don't give a shit," Ethan retorted, determination filling his voice as he hung up the phone.

Returning to his spot on the couch, Ethan noticed you were still in the kitchen. "The popcorn still needs about two minutes," you called out to the room, your voice carrying back to the living area.

You then returned to your position in front of the fridge, leaning against it. "Jack, who is this someone again?" you inquired, your smile laced with playful curiosity.