like i wasss quite letdown when brandt never showed up again and having him come back and reveal he's followed ethan's race against the entity through chief analyst computer powers and he had like a heartattack when he just jumped into open water and everything else so he shows up after ethan's gone back to his usual life to pound him until he promises he'll remember he belongs to will before he ever thinks to risk his life again is 🔥🔥🔥🔥 and besides there's monster and then there's monstrous and isn’t ethan in a league of his own with the gods and the monsters
Word Count: 178
Fandom: Code Black (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Ethan Willis/Will Campbell
Additional Tags: Bars and Pubs, Alcohol, Pre-Slash, Seduction, 3 Sentence Fiction
Summary: “I’m actually trying to seduce you,” Ethan replied in a voice that was as quiet and dark as the bar at which they sat.
((Hey Niles! What about a little AU where Ethan, Will and the rest of the band are teachers?? :) ))
DELFE IM CRYING
send me prompts (for any fandom)
“Hey,” says Will, dropping down in the seat next to Ethan’s in the staffroom. “It’s still socially unacceptable to fucking deck a bitch, right? Asking for a friend.”
Ethan snorts, pausing in grading an essay. “Let me guess,” he says drily. “MacArthur. Um… a pin on your seat.”
Will shakes his head. “Nope,” he says darkly, slamming a pile of papers rather aggressively on the table, almost sending Ethan’s coffee flying. “Not a pin. A fart cushion.”
“Did you sit on it?” asks Luther curiously from across the table, looking up from test papers.
“No,” sighs Will. “Thank God. I still wanna deck him.”
“Normally,” says Jane, from Ethan’s other side, where she’s planning her next Geography class, “I’m very much against corporal punishment in schools. But to you I say, Will, fuck MacArthur, and if you deck him then give him one from me also.”
“I’m gonna kick his punk ass into next week,” begins Will darkly, just as Principle Hunley enters the staffroom.
“Brandt,” he sighs. “What have I told you about violence in the classroom?”
“That it’s a bad idea,” Will answers. “And I told you that I’m just venting, and I’d rather chop my own arm off before actually hit a student. Did you miss that last part? Sir,” he adds as an afterthought.
Ethan hides a snort into his coffee. He’s not very successful, going by the thundercloud forming on Hunley’s face. “Yes, I suppose this is very funny to you, Hunt,” hisses the Principle, “seeing as you are a huge fan of gratuitous and entirely unnecessary violence targeted towards innocent individuals.”
“For the last time,” says Ethan, his mirth rapidly disappearing, “I wasn’t the one that keyed your car.”
“I don’t believe you,” Hunley tells him squarely. “You’re lucky I can’t prove a thing, because if I could you’d be fired faster than you could say ‘vandalism’. All of you,” he adds, eyeing their group with distrust.
“Maybe you can’t prove it because he didn’t do it,” says Benji indignantly. “Ethan would never.”
This time Jane, Will and Luther all cough sarcastically. Ethan glares at them. Hunley pretends not to notice. “One day,” he threatens them, blustering, “one day I will fire you all, and then I will have peace at this school. My hair is turning prematurely gray, and it’s all because of you.”
“Are you sure it’s prematurely gray?” asks Will innocently. “I mean, you’re much closer to sixty than you are to fifty. Sir.”
There is a silence, stretched and apprehensive. A vein is throbbing in Hunley’s temple, and he is red in the face. Just as Ethan’s sure the man is going to explode, Hunley exerts some superhuman control over himself and turns around, stalking out of the room and muttering under his breath.
“Well,” exhales Benji, when he’s sure Hunley is out of earshot. “That went well.”
Will snorts. “Wish I could say the same about my class. Did you know Roberts referred to Alexander the Great as ‘Alex Da Gr9’ in his essay? And she also wrote, and I quote,” the expression on Will’s face is of distaste mixed with grudging respect, “’Alex was super bi and into fucking dudes and chicks, but his main man was Hephaestion aka Sex on Legs. His side hoes didn’t like that, so they killed him. Alex was so sad he died.’”
He looks up from the essay to find everyone in the general vicinity looking at him with identical expressions of stunned disbelief. “Yeah,” he says drily. “I gave her a B for historical accuracy if nothing else.”
Luther is the first to speak. “Amazing,” he says. “Amazing. I’m fucking inspired, I really am.”
“You would be,” sighs Will. “Anyway, it’s still much much better than MacArthur’s essay, which was basically the words ‘ALEX WAS GAY AS FUCK’ written in red sharpie in the middle of the page. That’s it. Literally. Nothing else.”
“Well,” says Jane after a moment. “He’s not wrong, per se.”
“Alex- I mean, Alexander, wasn’t gay,” points out Will. “He was bisexual.”
“Can I confess something?” says Ilsa, speaking for the first time since Will entered the room. When she’s sure they’re all looking at her, she smiles a very pure and innocent smile and says, “I’m the one who keyed Hunley’s car.”
Ethan groans and drops his head on the desk, even as everyone else starts laughing.
