You Can Call Me Daddy| A Teamiplier Smut Book| THE TWO YEAR OLD REPOST

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I slipped out from under Ethan and ran into the house.
"Dinners ready, what the fuck happened to you?" Amy asked as I pulled off my dripping shirt.
"Ethan. Fucker took my apple." I stated and walked upstairs to change. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I played with the charm of a bird on the necklace Ethan gave me. It was only one week since I got here and I was attached to them. Unfortunately, this life was better than the one I had when working at the club. The people that wanted to fuck me back at home we're just to get laid, but these people actually care about me. At least I think. I sighed and pulled on my third outfit of today and went back downstairs. We ate dinner, all of us laughing and talking about random bullshit. Signe and Sean came home, and I genuinely wasn't surprised to see that Sean got rid of the green and went back to his roots, everyone else had changed their hair. I eventually went back up to my room and plopped myself on the bed, feeling completely beat. I swear not even an hour passed before Mark came into my room. I groaned and faced the door,
"What do you want?"
"Watch your tone kitten. Or else." Mark warned. I sat up with a smirk.
"It's my break day you not allowed." I snickered.
"I am tomorrow.""Well, what do you want," I asked, crossing my arms,
"I need your help with something." He chuckled lowly. I looked down and noticed he had a very obvious bulge in his jeans.

"Yeah, no. I'm going to bed" I stated and shooed him away. He huffed and walked out leaving me laughing. I got up and changed into pjs then crawled back into bed. I checked twitter and saw it was stilled filled with a bit of hate about Amy and I, but also filled with lots of good comments. I even saw a few people shipping me with Tyler which was the fine according to Mark. There was a weird little war between the fans if they wanted our ship name to be "Tassie" or "Cyler" I liked the first one more because it sort of sounded like a candy. They had found the little bit of art I had drawn of the group on my spare time that I posted and seemed to love it. I turned off my phone and fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

"I said no touching. Stop." I pushed Ethan's hands away, but he shoved me harder against the wall. I recognized where I was, the club. The man behind me was Ethan, and we were in a private room together. I tried my hardest to handle the situation myself as I did before. I was strong, but so was he.
"I said stop!" I yelled. Ethan spread my legs, and I knew what was next. I tried to push him back, crying and confused. This was too out of character for Ethan
"J-!" I screamed trying to get my manager Jacobs attention once again, but Mark covered my mouth. I was flailing and kicking, trying my hardest to get out of his grip but he had my hands pinned above me and had my legs spread with his knee. I was screaming as much as I could through his hand as tears streamed down my face, causing my black eyeliner and mascara to drip down my cheeks. He adjusted his hand slightly. I took this opportunity to bite down on his hand, hard. I felt guilty, but I didn't exactly have control of the dream. He yelled out in pain, and I screamed for my manager,
"Jacob!"

I woke up with tears in my eyes. Recalling a memory often happened in my dreams but never changing whoever was in it. In the dream, Ethan was the random pervy dude named Shane who came to my club right before I left to live here. If anything he was just one other good reason to leave that place. Amy walked into my room, her pink hair in a messy bun as she rubbed her tired eyes. I looked up at her and quickly wiped away my wet eyes.
"Hey baby, I heard you from my room. Are you alright?" Amy asked as she sat at the end of my bed. I nodded and motioned her for her to join me under the covers. She smiled happily and cuddled against me, her arms wrapped protectively around me and her legs intertwined with mine. She ran her hand slowly through my brown hair, trying not to get her hand caught in the knots.
"Are you okay?" She whispered.
"Yeah just a dream, I'm alright." I replied.
After a while of comforting silence, Amy left a tired, sloppy kiss on my temple.
"Goodnight Cassie," Amy whispered.
"Goodnight," I whispered back. The whole time I tried to fall back asleep I wondered why my mind changed the guy to Ethan. Out of everyone I knew it happened to be him. I shook it off as some weird fever dream and fell asleep in Amy's comforting arms.