TRIGGER WARNING: self harm :(
AN// this was written as like a relapse thing for tattoos!ethan? if you guys read tattoos//e.d, you'd know. and so yeah, i just combined two little blurbs id written for this, so its a little on the shorter side (again), but i thought it was pretty cute. a lot of you wanted a part 6 but i wont be doing that, so im sorry, but here's a little something :)
(y/n pov)
"Y/N?" It's almost midnight at this point, you were just finishing up an assignment when you pick up.
"Hey, baby, not asleep ye-"
"Can you come over?" His voice was so quiet that you knew something was wrong.
And thank god you don't live that far apart. A few blocks, maybe? And so you sprint, in your pjs, to see him. And he's just sitting at his window sill waiting for you and opening the window so you can climb up the ladder he kept for you.
"E?" you asked quickly wrapping your arms around his head, cradling him into your chest as he starts to cry.
He's still sitting and it makes him look even smaller as you run your hands through his hair, kissing his head as his arms wrap tight around your waist.
He cries for a long time, scared that if he lets go, you'll have to leave. But when he finally does pull away? You pull him back in, knowing he isn't done.
"What happened?" He shakes his head and pulls you into his lap so that you're straddling him, his face in your neck. "What happened, E?"
"Didnt get the fuck-fuckin scholarship." You looked down at him and wiped at his tears with your thumbs. You kiss his lips so soft they barely meet. "With-out it I probably won't even get into a coll-ege."
"Don't say that, E, yes you-"
"Easy for you to say." You sighed, pulling his head up with a hand on his neck. "Gray fuckin' got in some shit- he's going-." You watched as he clenched his fists, looking away.
"Hey-"
"'s like they forgot about me, now that he's goin' somewhere."
You kissed his face all over. "Ethan-" He shook his head. "E, you'll get in somewhere, I know you will."
"Pro-ly just the one here, and you're going- some-where else, and you- you'll find some other guy-" He groaned. "I don't wanna talk about it- I just wanna fuckin' cry." You sighed, pulling him back into you, face in his hair, inhaling his scent.
He pulls away again eventually. "Any better?" you ask. He nodded, wiping at his face with his sleeves. And then he's staring at them. "Want me to stay the nigh-"
"I hurt myself again."
You looked at him and kissed him again. "Did you clean it, like I taught you?" He shook his head.
So you're standing up from his lap and taking his hand, kissing his knuckles before heading towards his bathroom.
"Make them better?" You nodded. He got up on the counter, just like he'd before, and you rummage through his drawers.
"I'm staying the night," you whispered.
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me." You kissed from his lips down to his collarbones while you got the stuff you needed opened and ready.
"I love you." You shook your head and cleaned what he'd done.
"Did you eat?" He shook his head this time and you sighed as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. "Would you like to get dinner?" He looked up.
