Description: ANGST WITH EITHER OF THE TWINS. You can imagine this as either of them. They get extremely mad and blow up. You leave and something happens to you in an alleyway and you end up in a coma. Kinda sorta happy ending tho friends.
pairings: Ethan x reader or Grayson x reader
Warnings: ANGST, and swearing but there’s always swearing in all my works so nothing new.
side note: it’s just coincidence that the co workers name is jack it’s not jack dail sorry.
Maybe if he had fought harder you wouldn’t be like you were now. So close to six feet under. Maybe if he had went out after you, you wouldn’t have walked past that alley. Maybe he wouldn’t be sitting at your bedside crying his eyes out while machines kept you alive.
He knew he wasn’t the person to blame for this, but maybe if he hadn’t have gotten so mad about that stupid little kid. Maybe if he had seen it from a rational point of view rather than the angry one he’d been seeing things as all day. As you were given oxygen and life he sat beside you clutching your unbroken hand whispering apologies. His twin sat on the other side of you. His eyes glazed over as he stared at his two best friends.
One layed on her deathbed, the other bawling about the woman on the bed. She was still stuck in critical condition. Doctors rushed around checking her vitals every minute to make sure she wouldn’t sink into death any further. The surgery had taken place an hour ago and now was your time to heal.
The man you loved sat there playing each scenario out in his head over and over again.
“You walked into the house after your late shift to be greeted by the twins on the couch playing Mario kart. Only your boyfriend wasn’t playing and was staring at his phone screen, fire in his eyes. His head whipped around when the door opened and he was on his feet when it closed. His brother, knowing what was about to happen shut off the Xbox and snuck to his room. He wasn’t about to witness the fight about to happen. This whole week your relationship had been on the rocks and he knew this would be the breaking point if you couldn’t explain yourself quick enough.
‘Who the hell is this?’
‘Really? That’s jack, he’s my co worker.’ You responded to your fuming boyfriend. You placed the groceries in the correct cabinets as he stalked up behind you.
‘Look at me.’ You whirled around to come face to face with your boyfriend who looked madder than he’d ever been before. 'This person says that they saw you kissing him. KISSING.’
'What the fuck kind of assumption is that. I would never do that to you and you know it. Do you even know this person.’ You snatched his phone from his hand to see the picture of you and Jack chatting at the entrance to your work place.
The persons caption for their tweet 'I couldn’t get my phone out quick enough to capture them kissing. I’m sorry.’ They had tagged your now fuming boyfriend who snatched his phone back.
'You don’t even know that person they’re just a fan account that could be photoshopped, but I know that picture isn’t because I was talking to jack about his promotion earlier. And I can’t believe you would ever think I would cheat on you. Jack has a wife and kids. I’ve been cheated on before and I will never do something like that to anyone.’
'How am I supposed to be able to trust you?’
'Are you fucking kidding me???? If you believe some stupid fan account about that over your own girlfriend who you’ve been dating for two years now then I think we need a break. I’ll be at y/bff/n house. Call me when you’ve got your head on straight, Dolan.“ You stormed out of the same door you had just entered and left your fuming boyfriend in the kitchen. He growled and threw his phone to the other side of the room. His hands ran through his hair making it even messier than it had been before his brother enters the living room and spoke.
“You’re wrong. Go after her find her and bring her back. You will then apologize.” Their eyes were so stern that your boyfriends anger was diminished and he soon realized what he had just done. He cussed to himself as he slipped on the closest pair of shoes and ran to find you.
As soon as he had found you in that alley way unconcious and cold he regretted every rude phrase or word he’d said that week. 911 was there in 10 minutes as he clutched your broken and bruised body whispering pleas. And now he sat in a hospital room your body dead, but not dead next to him.
He thought of all the ways he had belittled you that week. All the ways he had accused you of the simplest things and blown up about what day it was. And as he sat there he wondered what you would say when you woke up, what you would do. If you would accept him again after how he treated you.
In his eyes he didn’t deserve you. He never deserved you. He shouldn’t be allowed back in your life. But he wanted to be back in your life, he needed to be back in your life. He would go insane without you. Ever since you stepped into his life he was calmer. He was more level headed and mentally healthier. You helped him through the hate the rude things people would say about his videos or his body, hair, voice, anything they could do to belittle him.
In that moment he realized that the past week he was his haters. He had acted in ways he had promised himself he would never act. He said things no one should ever had said to them and yet he did it without blinking an eye in the moment. Now he regretted every second of it as he sat next to your body. You lied on a hospital bed in a comma because of him.
So as your name passed his lips and your heartbeat went stable he finally smiled the first time that night. You were going to live and if it was without him he didn’t care because you would be alive.