Teamiplier Imagines

House of Memories (Ethan x Reader)

Your POV (House of Memories)

"Do you still miss him?" your friend, Y/F/N, asks casually. You were both lying on her couch, tossing a Sour Patch Kid into her mouth.

You were confused. "Huh?"

"Ethan," she says, glancing at you quickly, afraid of your reaction to hearing his name.

"Oh," you whisper quietly, "I mean... Not really." That was a lie, but you didn't want to admit it out loud; the truth was too painful to speak, sometimes—especially when it comes to him.

"Have you talked to him recently?"

"No." Only in your dreams.

She hums quietly at your answer.

"Why?" Has she spoken to him? Did he mention you?

"No reason, just curious." Y/F/N turns the volume up on the TV. You were watching Pulp Fiction, one of Ethan's favorites—how ironic.

You contemplate pulling out your phone to reach out to him. It's not like the two of you ended your relationship on bad terms; quite the opposite, really. It was a mutual agreement, on the surface, anyway. Inside, your heart shattered with each mile he drove away.

You've never been the greatest at sharing your emotions; always keeping them to yourself until they, eventually, explode out of you. It's not healthy. You know that. But saying them out loud felt... Taboo, in a sense. Especially when it came to this. You promised him that you would be fine; that was his one condition. Obviously you wouldn't be, but if you told him that, he wouldn't have left for L.A. He wouldn't be as successful as he was today. He wouldn't have been able to follow his dream. You couldn't be the one to do that to him.

So, you weren't. You helped him pack up his stuff from your shared apartment and shoved most of the boxes in his car. You mailed everything else to him. Well... Almost everything.

There was a Polaroid you found hidden in his copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It was from your second anniversary, when you guys went roller skating. You were terrible at it, and a friend of yours felt the need to capture the first of many moments in which you'd fallen down. You reached out to him as you falling, but he didn't realize it, so there you both were: tears streaming down your face from laughing too hard while you were tangled together.

You let him have all of the pictures of the two of you, but you couldn't bear to part with that one. You could still feel the ache of laughter in your stomach when you saw at it... It's in the very back of your bed side table drawer and you hadn't looked at it in months. You were afraid that if you stared at it too long, you would become as dependent on him as you were before. The thought terrified you.

Ethan's POV (Betrayed By Bones)

I question why I left every day. I thought I'd be able to just... Forget. I couldn't. I f*cked up. That happens sometimes, but it'll be okay. After an incredibly long year away, I'm going home.

So, I did what any sane human being would—contacted their ex's best friend to secretly organize a meet up with aforementioned ex-girlfriend in an attempt to win her back. No matter how hard I try, I always find myself going back to her.

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After seven and a half hours spent on a cramped plane and a hurried reunion with my mother, I'm finally in my old car, making my way towards her. Y/N. It's going to be weird seeing her after so long, but I believe it'll be okay. It has to be.

Twenty minutes later, I'm standing in front of her door. I take a deep breath and brace myself for the worst.

Your POV

Around five o'clock you hear a knock on your door. It was so quiet that you barely heard it, but you did. You groan at the fact that you have to move from your spot, but you do anyway, passing off your bag of potato chips to Y/F/N. She keeps glancing from her phone to the door excitedly, which confuses you, but you don't think much of it. Maybe she ordered a pizza or something, you think to yourself.

You reach the entrance of your home and look over your shoulder, only to find that Y/F/N disappeared; there's no trace of her anywhere. You turn the knob and pull open the door.

Standing there was Ethan. He wasn't facing you, but you knew it was him. When he turned around, it was like something out of a movie. He looked more nervous than you'd ever seen him. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes were more apparent.

"Hi," Ethan says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hey."

"Can I," he pauses for a moment, tripping over his words, "Can I come in?"

"I, uh—yeah," you say quietly, still in shock. You step aside and open the door wider.

Ethan steps in and takes a shaky breath before speaking again. "Listen. I wish I could say I have a valid explanation for why I left, but I don't. I wish I could make a joke about how stupid I was for leaving you, but I know you wouldn't laugh because it's not funny—it really isn't. And, I want to blame what I did on my bones—say that none of it was my fault, but it is. All of it. I didn't realize how far away I was until you were gone. And, I could have stayed away. Lead a bland life where I did the same thing over and over again, but I knew that wasn't a life worth living. I hope you believe me when I say that, this time, I'm here, and I'm here to stay, if you'll have me. I understand that things won't go back to the way that they were, but it's worth a shot. My stupidity lead me away, but, ultimately, my love brought me back. Because, sometimes, bones are wrong."

You were speechless. You were expecting pizza—not your ex-boyfriend confessing his love for you. But, you can't say that you were disappointed. Your feelings were the opposite of that, really. You'd never been happier to answer a door in your life, nor were you more thankful for the bones in someone's body than you were right now.

Smiling softly, you step forward and pull him into a hug—something you've been wanting to do for a year. 12 months. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes. 31536000 seconds. Or, in simpler terms: Way. Too. Long.

Author's Note: Hey, all! I know it's been a bit (kinda), and for that, I apologize. This is something someone requested on Tumblr for a thing I'm doing, which I've mentioned on here a couple of times before: Album Anecdotes. For their request, they asked me to write a lil imagine for House of Memories by Panic! At the Disco. I also got an anon asking for Betrayed By Bones by Hellogoodbye, so I decided to combine the two for a bit of a happier ending! Hope it was an enjoyable read. I'll link the two songs just below this note, so you can give them a listen, if you haven't heard them already! :)