ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Grief {Ethan x Reader}

(Y/n) P.O.V.

"You should eat." I mumble to her quietly. "You haven't." She retorts, still quiet. It remains silent after that. A few weeks ago, our mother passed away. Heart attack. My younger sister, Cordelia, who was living with her at the time, found her. She's, imaginably and understandably, in shock. We both are. Broken and quiet. She's 15, and under my care now. I'm trying, trying so damn hard to keep it together for her. After the service, she's been avoiding it. I've avoided shutting down and dealing with it. "Please, Cordelia, eat." She looks down at her bowl of Mac and cheese, but doesn't do anything. "Cordelia. Eat." I say sharply. "Why should I? What's the point? Mom is gone, and you act like you don't even care! You go around acting like this is all an inconvenience! You go each day doing thing after the other, completely ignoring this!" She shouts at me. Well that really struck a nerve. I cry as I speak.

"You think I don't care? You think I'm not upset? Cordelia, I'm trying so hard just to keep myself together. I've been doing so much because if I stop, I have to remember that it's all real. I have to remember that she's gone, and I have to take over so much. I remember that you need me, and I can't deal with this and care about you. I've been trying to make you my priority, Cordelia. I do care. I do care." My voice fades out, and I'm crying into my hands. I hear her get up, and leave the table. I don't chase after her, just letting her go to her room. After crying my eyes out for who knows how long, I finally look up when there's a knock at the door. I notice that Cordelia took her bowl of food with her while getting up. I go open the door to find it's my boyfriend of 8 months, Ethan. He immediately engulfs me in a hug. He kisses my forehead. "Cordelia called me. She said you were having a melt down." I make a note to thank her later because I nod, needing Ethan here.

We move to the couch where he continues to hold me. I'm still crying, so he quietly shushes me. "Ethan, I can't do this. I'm so scared. She was always so strong for us. I can't be that for Cordelia. I can't even be that for myself. She's gone, and I don't know what to do." I sob. I haven't cried this much since she died, I couldn't let myself get rid of the emotions, and it feels good to just let it out. "(Y/n), you're not alone. I'm right here, okay? I'm going to help in any possible way I can. You and Cordelia. You can do this. You can get through this. You are strong. It will get better." He promises. I nod into his shirt, just letting myself relax into his embrace. "Have you two eaten at all?" He asks. I shake my head. "You need to eat. Come on." I just shake my head. He pushes me up anyways. "I'm not hungry, Ethan." "Maybe not, but you need to eat. You nourishment to be strong. For you, for your mom, for Cordelia, for me." I give him a short kiss. "Thank you, Ethan. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you." "I love you too." And now I feel that maybe things will be okay.