ethan dolan imagines

the end of the f**king world//one

requested by one of my favorites xharrisonssandwichx , she's a hottie;)

warning: SPOILERS, mature language, somewhat triggering content, and poorly written (IM SERIOUS!)

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the silence is irritating, what we're doing...not a problem by me. ethan seems tense, i don't give a shit, we both knew what we were doing. desperately running from this shitty world, escaping reality as we know it, and to find my father. we didn't think it was gonna be hard, but saying that we're gonna get in trouble is an understatement.

"two young adults, ethan dolan and y/n, are still on the lookout, suspected for murder-" ethan switches the channel, i give him a glare. "your fucking fault," i say, not daring to look at this man that looks at me like a prey, i felt it from the look of him grasping the knife that sliced through our victim bitterly and painfully by the looks of it, that glare at me, that intense stare, said it all. i should've never invited his cold darkening mind into my life.

yet i'll never find out if this wasn't a mistake in the first place. i feel so free around him, the bitter thought rests in me, but just feeling his pretense can either tense me up, or make me feel comfortable and loved right. i ran back to him at the diner, dependent on him, and we both knew this shit that we've gotten ourselves into wouldn't be solved without eachother.

and his voice, a stuttering, chilling yet frightening voice, hesitantly spoke, "i-i know," he says, his grip on the steering wheel that formed visible white knuckles. i gulped, don't act like a little bitch, handle it, you're tough.

"you never seemed bothered by that dead body that you butchered mercilessly," i speak, shifting myself in my seat. faint music filled my boiling ears, but i continued laying off my fury. "you're fucking crazy," i say firmly.

"i know," he said.

"but you did save me, and we did prove him not innocent. he could've raped me," i say, gathering my disgustingly touched legs to my chest, wrapping them tightly, my buckle isn't even on, but who gives a fuck. and i realized where i could be without this psycho man that killed a rapist. "you're stupid, but thank you," i say, feeling the velcro of the buckle.

"you're welcome," he mutters, and i dozed off to the sounds of the music that we don't know we'll, on repeat. "but-but we both know we aren't innocent."

"yeah," i speak silently, that sad reminder that we are still suspected of murder to that...man i don't want to talk about anymore. i looked at him, his face turns to me, and we exchange reassuring smiles, but i never promised reassurance.

"i like this song," i say raising its volume. i slide down my window, and gave my arm some air. i hum with the music, well it was just one song.

and we felt our bodies loosen to this song as it repeats multiple times, our voices catching up with the lyrics. ethan bangs on the ceiling of the car that we stole, his mouth agape with an exciting smile. he's enjoying it as much as i.

but it died later on, i doze off to a comfortable sleep, i felt his gaze on me multiple times, but i didn't bother, even though i knew he was fucked up.

but part of me liked him for being fucked up, we're both like that, seemed like a perfect couple. fucked up minds and lives we might as well just live them together. masterpiece.

"y/n, we're-y/n, we're out of gas," he says grasping my shoulder carefully. my eyes perk up to his gaze, and then i pressed my hand against them. "we're out of gas, fuck," i say.

"yeah i know, but we can make it to a nearby gas station, there's an exit," he say merging on to the exit.

"ethan," i began, "do you even fucking realize that you murdered a guy, we stole this car, and have no money? we aren't gonna get a single liter of gas."

"i know, but we can come up with something," he sudden urge to take control drive me into an overwhelming amount of mixed emotions. it's hot and he's a great guy to me, yet the memory of the knife held tightly in his hand attempts me to drag away the thoughts. god, i love him, but god, he's crazy and a murderer.

the gas station, secluded just like the town we're in, my gaze was strong at ethan. "fix your beanie," i say moving my hand to fix it myself.

"thanks," he speaks, a blush forms perfectly around his cheekbones. he stops the car, turns his head towards me. "okay, this is what we're gonna do, just fill it up, i'll keep a look out, and we can just bolt, it's that simple."

it's not that simple you fucking moron, but i'll trust you on this one. "okay, i'm digging this outgoing side of you," i speak, attaching my lips on his, his fingers grasp the back of my neck gently to pull me closer, and i felt mine reach for his soft hair. i'm driven mad by his mystery, it felt unhealthy.

after that i move out of the car, i witness a flustered ethan, but i advert my eyes towards the pump. i grasp the handle, turn my body, "shit," i speak, looking at how we parked on the wrong side to pump the gas. "shit," i repeat, and i move to the other side of the car, attaching the gas inside.

the i felt an unfamiliar pair of hands grasp on the handle with me. "allow me miss," a stern female voice rings in my ear, ethan's eyes caught mine, fear was evident. shit, we're in trouble. "no it's fine," i say, but she shoves my hands away.

"full tank?" she says with some shitty fake smile. i did the same back, "half," i answer.

"you must be in a hurry, your engine is still running, you should know better," her suspicious gaze irritated me.

i mouth at ethan to turn off the engine, and he did so, i cover up the anxiety that lurks inside of me, my smile masquerades it perfectly, ethan couldn't hold it in, the gas station lady knew well.

after the car was filled, she stops, i take the handle and put it back to its righteous spot. "i suppose you need to pay for it inside."

i nod my head, rolling my eyes even though i'm fucking done. she follows me into the shop, curse words well up my mind. i'm screwed, we're gonna get in trouble. i felt it just by the cautious look on this old ladies face.

inside i see a guy about my age looking at me, i saw his hands shake. "this lovely lady is here to pay for the gas," she speaks, her hand holds tightly on my arm, keeping me in place.

the stench of her breath met my nose. "cash or card."

welp, there you go. sorry it's not perfectly accurate to the tv show, but you may guess the part it's at. and it's so bad ahhhhhhnfodjdnf.

can't believe a tv show made me love a sociopath, like...james killed me. i love him lmao.

it's 3am?? wow i need help:)

part two???