I write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
Another one about being insane. This is kind of the Ethan version of my Grayson 'Insane' -KudosDolan
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I gripped my shirt tightly, making sure that I followed the guidelines I was given,
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I buttoned up my shirt and walked out of my room. My dad was waiting in his uniform,
"You ready to go?" He straightened his belt. My father worked at an institute for troubled teens. I was given a project for any topic of my choice. I chose mental health and had the perfect opportunity because of my dad's job. He was taking me to his institute for the day to talk with one of the 'patients'.
~At The Institute (Front Desk)~
I had just signed in and sat back down. I was assigned to a boy named Ethan Dolan. He apparently needed 'help' more than all the others did. My name was called and I handed my dad my bag so he could put it in his office. He was the highest ranking correctional officer so he was going to be the one escorting me to Ethan's cell. When we got to his cell, I was surprised. He was tall looking and muscular. He looked up and made eye contact. He said nothing, he just stared. I waved,
"Hi. I'm Y/N." I stepped into the cell as my dad unlocked it. My father closed it and locked it,
"You have your phone, call me when you're done. You have 2 hours at most." He nodded and left. I stood against the cell bars and watched Ethan. He looked up from his lap. He still didn't say anything. I walked to the middle of the room,
"Hi. What's your name?" I noticed I had begun to speak like I would to a child. He stood up and walked up to me. He was 3 feet away from me. I kept my focus on his eyes, my fear dissolving. He spoke quietly,
"Ethan. Dolan." He cracked his knuckles. I grimaced slightly. He reached a hand out suddenly. I didn't flinch like I believe he thought I would. His fingers touched my Adam's apple. I tilted my head up slightly and watched his fingers as they tightened softly. He let go, his fingers sliding away slowly,
"You didn't scream." He sat on his bed. I shrugged,
"People expect fear to dominate when it comes to the unknown. I like to prove them wrong." I sat across from him. He stared at me. I felt discomfort settle in, my body shifting involuntarily. He cleared his throat,
"Sorry if I'm staring. I haven't known a person who has no opinion of me in a while." He looked at me through his eyelashes. I bit my lip,
"So why are you here?" I took a deep inhale. His head shot up,
"I can't tell you." He straightened his legs out. My eyebrows lowered,
"Why not?" I leaned my cheek into my hand. He spoke casually,
"Because you'll leave and I'll lose the most human contact I've had in a year." He shrugged. I nodded, reaching my hand out on impulse. He shied away from me,
