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unusannusbaby · 4 years

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ONE MILLION

Pairing; Ethan Nestor x Male! Reader

Summary; You’ve been friends with Ethan since you were early teens, and have been dating since 2018. You will always be there to see his accomplishments, especially this one.

A/N; FINALLY IM POSTING SOMETHING. I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in ages, but I decided it was finally time to. Hope you guys enjoy ♥️

Words;

(Not my Gif)

You’ve been friends with Ethan since you were both fifteen. Growing up together in Maine was one of the only reasons your parents never decided to pack up and leave, they knew you loved being there with your friends, most importantly Ethan.

The second he found out he was going to start working with Mark, he called you and told you that you HAD to go with him. Of course you said yes, it was California! Most importantly, it’s a great place for you to find a job as well. You’ve always wanted to work as an (Dream Job), and this would be just as great for you as it was for Ethan.

Years pass, and the summer of 2018, Ethan comes out to his audience as Bisexual and also, asks you out. You say yes, you would be dumb to say no to that offer. Since then, you two have been boyfriends, and publicly out as such.

It was late, but here you were coming back to yours and Ethans place after a nightshift at the restaurant you worked at, you can’t make it to your dream job in one day! It was chilly in the apartment as you opened the door and locked it behind you. Shrugging your bag off your shoulder and taking off your shoes, you looked around your apartment for any sign of Ethan.

Before you could find Ethan, Spencer was running up and bouncing around your feet. “Hey Spencer, where’s your dad huh?” You asked the dog, crouching down to his level and softly petting him as he licked your hand in return.

Hearing shifting in the kitchen, you left the dog and walked to the kitchen, only to see Ethan sitting on the counter staring at you. His eyes seemed slightly puffy, almost as if he were crying.

“Babe, you okay?” You asked cautiously, furrowing your brows as you slowly approached him. He simply gave you a soft smile before hopping off the counter and coming up to you, bringing you into a hug.

“I hit one million subscribers, I did it.” Ethan whispered into your neck, letting out a soft laugh as he did so. Your heart stopped as you felt tears fill your own eyes, your arms wrapping tightly around the (shorter/taller) boys waist.

You two stayed like that for a couple minutes, you slowly beginning to cry more of pure joy for your boyfriend, and Ethan also beginning to cry, like a chain reaction. Rubbing soft circles into his back, and Ethan giving your neck soft kisses.

“I don’t even have words to say Eth.” You said softly, slowly pulling away from him and cupping his face with your hands. “I mean, of course I always knew this day would come, but it’s crazy it’s here. I’m sorry I wasn’t home to see it happen.” You apologized, Ethan just shaking his head at you.

“I know if you could, you would of been there. Also, I cried my eyes out, I don’t think you would of wanted to see that.” Ethan laughed out, doing the same with his hands as you, wiping your own tears away. You pulled him in slightly, softly brushing your lips onto his before pulling away.

“Can we go cuddle now? I think you deserve it after hitting a milestone, and I’m tired as all hell from work.” You said, and Ethan just laughed and nodded. Walking to your shared room was a quiet walk, Spencer following you both with fast footsteps.

Going into your room, you quickly stripped of your clothes and went into your dresser, finding a random pair of sweatpants and putting them on. Turning around, Ethan was on the bed already, yellow hood up and smirking at you.

“Not tonight Nestor, not tonight.” You warned, shaking your finger at him. Ethan laughed, spreading his arms out towards you. Rolling your eyes, you walked over and turned off the bedroom light before you curled into Ethans arms. You faced each other, your legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other.

Spencer hopped onto the bed, curling up at your guys feet. It was silent, just your guys breathing as you looked into each other’s eyes, fascinated with each other.

“I love you, and I’m so incredibly proud of you.” You whispered, smiling at Ethan as you leaned over and kissed his forehead. Ethan let out a small hum as he pulled you even closer to his chest.

“I love you more (Y/N), and thank you for being there since we were fifteen and you supported me making my first video.” Ethan said back, leaving a quick peck on your lips and closing his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

You stayed awake for a couple minutes more, just appreciating the sight in front of you. Ethan has worked so hard to get to where he is today, and you couldn’t be anymore prouder than him. You let out a soft sigh before closing your eyes, snuggling closer, and falling asleep.

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shelsgovroomvroom · 4 years

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Could I request a blurb in which the reader comes out as FTM to poly!Mark and Ethan? If that's fine? Thank you- ☘️

Okay so I’m gonna try my best with this one. Please please please let me know if anything I write it inaccurate or offensive or anything like that.

Hope you enjoy 🖤🖤

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When you sit them down and say that you have something to tell them, they’re pretty damn terrified about it. Mostly because they could tell that something was off the last few weeks and you just brush them off when they ask you.

So they genuinely think you might be ending it with them. Which is something they both refuse to think about. Nope. Can’t be happening.

So when you come out as trans to them, they kinda both do a double take cause that’s not at all what they expected.

Ethan is the one that first recovers from the “oh thank god I’m not being broken up with” shock and actually says something. Which would be great.

Except the only thing he says is “oh thank god” which just makes you so confused. He sees the look on your face and quickly explains that he thought you were gonna break up with them. You laugh cause that’s never gonna happen. They’re stuck with you now.

It’s at this point that Mark comes back to reality and still wants you to clarify that you don’t want to break up with them.

After that, Ethan is the one that’s the quickest to a full supporter. Well by that I mean he tackles you into a hug, peppers your face with kisses and says “YAY NOW WE KNOW HOW WE CAN HELP YOU!!” Cause the poor guy just wants his partner to feel better.

Mark, while also relieved, is a little more practical than Ethan. He’s the one that’s asks the questions like “what pronouns do you want?” and “is there a name you’d prefer?” Cause he wants to be 100% sure that he does everything he can to help you that he’s referring to you in the correct way.

Once you explain all that to him, he relaxes and pulls you into a hug. He wants to have those facts before he does the whole “I’ll always love you” speech because the idea of him potentially making you feel worse about yourself out of ignorance causes him physical pain and he needs to stop that from happening immediately.

You ask them if it’s okay for your relationship and Ethan is like “well last I checked, mark is a dude. This doesn’t exactly change my sexuality.”

Mark just laughs and then kisses Ethan cause he’s cute and supportive and deserves a kiss.

(You also give Ethan a kiss)

#ethan nestor imagines #ethan nestor imagine #crankgameplays imagines #crankgameplays x reader #markiplier imagines #markiplier x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #fluff #male!reader

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Thinking Cute

Requested by anon: Could you write an Ethan Nestor x male!reader? About someone who’s like painfully shy and has feelings for Ethan, but doesn’t know how to go about it until one day they’re just chilling and hanging out and it accidentally slips out?

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x male!reader

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 700

Note: The gif was completely on accident- but it, paired with the request, made me cackle- so I kept it

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

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Ethan wheezed as he shouldered Y/n. Laughing teasingly at Y/n’s fifth loss that day, Ethan couldn’t help but poke at his friend, “Maybe you should get better at this game.”

He began to feel as if he went too far when Y/n didn’t respond, but a sigh of relief left his lips when Y/n rolled his eyes and clicked the button, initiating yet another round. He was quiet, eyes scanning the screen and studying Ethan’s movements and choices.

Then he lost, again. Ethan was cheering with both pride from his victory and the intent to tease Y/n some more. With a small smirk hidden on his face, he clicked the button again.

The game paused as Ethan turned to Y/n, “Are you sure? We can play a different game if you want? I was just kidding earlier...”

Y/n didn’t say anything, focusing on the screen instead. Letting out a quiet ‘okay then’, Ethan unpaused the game. His eyes slowly widened throughout the game. He noticed Y/n’s comeback, how he was suddenly aware of every strategy Ethan had up his sleeve.

With the game close to a finish, the boys had their eyes on the screen. Not once did they blink, determined to beat each other. Every now and then, Ethan’s tongue would poke out the side of his mouth, showing how focused he was, and Y/n’s eyes would dart over for a split second. He internally yelled at himself for getting distracted over something so simple...and cute.

He was so focused on winning the game and not looking at Ethan that he didn’t even notice when he did win. Ethan looked at Y/n with amazement, congratulating him and reaching over for a high-five. When Y/n didn’t respond, eyes still glued to the screen, his brows furrowed and he tapped his shoulder a couple times.

“Hey, you okay? You seemed kinda...out of it?”

“Yeah,” Y/n’s eyes practically took advantage of the fact that Ethan was right in front of him, ignoring his brain’s pleas of not risking their friendship. But it seemed like his eyes weren’t the only parts of him feeling rebellious. “You have really pretty eyes.” His hand shot over his mouth, the look of shock signaling that he had spoken before thinking.

“Oh? Thanks!” Ethan blinked a couple times, laughing as he stopped and wiped away a faux tear. He spoke in a funny voice, “You’ve got some nice looking peepers yourself. The e/c really brings out your features.”

His eyes grew the size of saucers as they averted from the ones belonging to the man in front of him. Catching Y/n’s sudden change in attitude, Ethan’s expression became serious almost instantly, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing...” Eager to change the subject, Y/n’s mouth betrayed him once more. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you’re focused?” The same shocked look returned, and as Ethan opened his mouth to respond, Y/n interjected with more thoughts to confess. “Wait- shit- I mean, you’re cute all the time but when you’re focused it’s really cute cause you do the tongue thing- not that you’re not really cute when you’re not doing the tongue thing, but you’re cute when you do both-”

Y/n took a sharp inhale of air, changing the subject again.

“I mean, your lips look nice- not that the rest of your face doesn’t. Like your eyes look so captivating- I mean they are but- a-and your hair looks so soft and clean- not that I’m saying you don’t clean it- fuck- your lips- face- hair- eyes- you’re fucking breathtaking...I-I mean, like not in a bad way, a-and not like an asthma joke, I- I mean-”

His body froze up when he felt soft lips against his own. Ethan pulled away, smiling and focusing back on the screen as if nothing had ever happened. Y/n began to nod, guessing Ethan’s actions were some kind of hint.

The next round started and the two were fully engaged...until Ethan leaned over and kissed Y/n’s cheek, catching him off guard as he gasped. Thanking himself, Ethan won, recreating his distraction as a prize, this time directly on his lips. “You should’ve seen your face. Now that was cute.”

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fatbottombucky · 4 years

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Are We Friends? *Markiplier x Reader*

Requested Summary: howdy! can you do a markiplier x male reader who was friends with ethan and he met mark through ethan while helping with like an unus annus video or something like that?? sorry if its not specific enough 💖

Slight Changes and fic notes: None of the Unus Annus vidoes are up when you’re filming, because I know a few was filmed in advance. Reader is a Youtuber, but more on a Julien Solomita vibe.

Fandom: Youtube

Pairing: Mark Fischbach x Male Reader

Warnings: None. Mostly implied malexmale romance. A non hate Amy fic (she is mentioned, but she’s “Markiplier’s friend” lol)

Notes: Obviously, Mark isn’t gay... this is PURELY entertainment purposes. Fanfiction isn’t to be taken seriously, please do not be offended. Mark is a real person with thoughts and feelings, and my fanfictions on/about him aren’t to be taken seriously. Also Mark is in a relationship with Amy, whom I love and respect, so in future do not request stuff that implies Amy is mean or nasty (not that anyone has, but I tend to see fics where the irl girlfriend is a bitch in fics and that’s not Peebles).

“You’ve literally saved my damn life,” Ethan exclaimed over the phone, always dramatic.

You almost rolled your eyes, but remained focused on the road ahead of you. If you had a dollar for everytime you saved your best friends ass you’d be a millionaire. Ethan is the most forgetful person you know, the amount of times you’ve reminded him of something is super high.

“Mark said I really needed goggles but-”

“You couldn’t be bothered?” You finished for him and his stupid giggle rang through the speakers of your car, letting you know you were right.

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with him, “Wanna hang out whilst we shoot? Can probably grab some foods afterwards if you want?”

“Yeah, that sounds chill.” You can hear people talking in the background, “I’m like five minutes from Marks, I hope anyway, so I’ll see you in a minute.”

After hanging up you continue driving to Marks’. You had never met Ethan’s other friends, mostly due to time restrictions on your life- you had different schedules and that made it difficult to see Ethan, let alone meet his friends.

You have, however, heard a lot about Mark. Ethan was a fan who got lucky to be noticed, due to that little ‘stunt’ it got you to meet Ethan at convention. You have played games online together on his channel, he’s shown up in vlogs on your channel. In fact, a lot of people love your friendship with Ethan.

Driving round the corner you see Ethan standing on the sidewalk, he gives an energetic wave to your car. You park in front of him and get out, throwing the goggles at his head but he quickly catches them with a grin.

“Why do you need goggles?” You asked and then frown at his attire, “why are you dressed like a gay lumberjack?” He laughs loudly at your question and puts the goggles on.

“We’re making Chica a doggo house,” he informs you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you just nod and chuckle following him towards a back gate.

Ethan pushes the gate open and instantly you’re met with Spencer, his dog. He bounds up to Ethan, a fluffy toy in his mouth and tilts his head at you- you’ve met Spencer before, he was a little timid of you and still is apparently.

You watch as Ethan struggles to strap his tool belt around his waist, giggling when you laugh at struggle. He pulls on some gloves and pops the safety goggles on his head, gives you a thumbs up and starts to pet Spencer. It’s five minutes of aimless chatter when Mark finally appears.

A part of you was worried about meeting Mark, a big YouTuber and also one of Ethan’s closest friends. It’s always very daunting meeting new people, but when they’re close to your friend it’s more difficult. You tried to play it off you were chill, hands in jean pockets and making goofy faces at Spencer.

“Oh,” Ethan grabbed your attention, “Mark that’s Y/N, he’s a friend of mine that grabbed our goggles.”

You gave an awkward wave as Mark waved and made steps towards you, extending a hand to shake that you quickly pulled yours out to accept.

“Great to meet you.” Mark smiles and you nod awkwardly, “Ethan talks about you sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Mark laughs and shrugs, “I don’t pay attention to him either, he’s such a rambler.”

Ethan tuts loudly and shakes his head, “No becoming besties.” He shakes a finger at you both, obviously joking but you roll your eyes at him.

You stand behind Amy as she films, trying not to laugh loudly when Ethan fucks up- which is a lot. Not that you can blame him, you’ve never done any labour work, not to Mark’s extent either. Woodshop was a struggle in school, you just did not enjoy yourself.

Once filming had finished you stuck around till Ethan was ready to get food.

“Mark, did you wanna tag along?”

Mark shakes his head, “Nah, you and your friend can hang out. I’ll make a start on editing another video,” Ethan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

“I don’t mind if you wanna tag along?” You shrug and smile.

Mark huffs dramatically, “Fine. You twisted my arm,” Ethan rolls his eyes and already walks outside as Mark goes to grab a jacket, so you follow Ethan.

“I’m glad he’s coming along, I really wanted you guys to hang out,” You frown slightly and look at Ethan, “you two will get along great, trust me. I just knew if me and Mika tried to set you both up you’d be totally against it.”

You wanted to laugh. Mark? Be interested in anything BUT friendship with you? Ethan could sense your amusement. You shake your head, huffing a small laugh at your friend.

“I appreciate that, but I don’t think I’m his type,” before Ethan can respond Mark locks his front door.

The three of you begin down the street towards the closest restaurant. The walk is filled with chatter, mostly you asking about the Unus Annus videos, the schedule and planning they’ve made.

“Any ideas for us?” Mark asked genuinely, you raised an eyebrow, “you’re like a daily vlogger. Right? So you’ve constantly got to be entertaining to an extent.”

You had a thought as Ethan opened the door to a Wendy’s, the intention of grabbing food and going back to Mark’s to eat it and chill.

“I guess, just do stuff that entertains you,” You shrug and follow slowly behind Ethan with Mark, “don’t force yourself to do stuff because it shows. I always try to find activities that I know I’ll enjoy or have a laugh watching back, like Ethan teaching me gymnastics- I was terrible, but it was so stupidly funny.”

Mark laughs and nods, “Yeah, I saw that video,” it’s an offhand comment.

But that comment has you stumbling, you just nod and look up capturing Ethan’s prideful smirk. You give a glare back, looking back at Mark who is still talking to you and smiling in your direction… perhaps there is merit to Ethan’s words after all.

(If asked nicely... I’ll do a part2)

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sam-winchesters-my-bf55 · 2 years

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Master post! REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!

Hey! I'm Void!! Heres the request rules:

1. NO NSFW/ FETISH STUFF.

2. I will not write 'x female reader'. it makes me uncomfortable.

3.No shipping minors or aging them up. That's gross. Take that shit somewhere else.

4. No racism, homophobia, slurs, or hate of any kind.

5. Don't spam me with asks if yours is taking a little while. I don't just write for you.

6. Please be respectful. I will respect you and be kind, so please treat me the same way.

Fandoms!

1.Supernatural!

I will write for:

-Dean

-Sam

-Castiel

-Gabriel

-Crowley

-Jack

2. Doki doki literature club!

I will write for all characters!!

3. The walking dead! I will write for Daryl dixon and Carl grimes. (Platonically for Carl)

4. Twilight!

I will write for the cullens, and bella!

5. Youtubers!

I will write for jacksepticeye, markiplier, and crank gameplays (ethan nestor)

6. Breaking Bad!

I will write for Jesse Pinkman, Badger, and Walter jr!

Masterlist! (Needs to be updated!)

Supernatural!

PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS THIS IS MY NEW HYPERFIXATION!!!!

[Sam and Dean (seperately!) with a clingy/touch starved reader!] - Fluff!

[Sam helping reader with his T shots]- Fluff

[Dean helping reader with his T shots] -Fluff

[Sam x really awkward reader] - Fluff

[Sam and Dean with an artist sibling] - Fluff

Coming Up:

[Brotherly silliness w/ Gabe and Cas] - Fluff

[Dean x male! demonologist reader (enemies to lovers)!]

[Sam x plus size reader] - Fluff, Angst, Hurt/comfort

[Gabriel x insecure!reader]- Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

[Can i just get a kiss? (Crowley x reader)] - Fluff

[Twisted trials (crowley x reader)] - Angst

["Finally close enough" Sam x reader] - Fluff

Dsmp!

[C!Technoblade headcannons!] - Fluff!

Breaking Bad!

[Imagine...with Jesse!] -Fluff!

The Walking Dead!

[Daryl x Singer!reader]- Fluff!

[Daryl x Reader with Tourettes!]- Fluff!

Doki doki literature club!

[Dating Yuri headcannons!] -Mature!

Twilight!

Nothing yet, send in some requests!

Youtubers!

[Wicked. Ethan Nestor x reader!] -Fluff!

[Shy] -Fluff!

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patrick-ships · 5 years

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Everything is Blue (Ethan Nestor x Male reader) [part 10]

(M/N) POV

I woke up, hearing Ethan in the shower. He was singing, he always did, and I thought it was adorable. I rolled myself out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and grabbed my phone. I walked out of the bedroom, and head to the kitchen to fix breakfast. It was six am, the latest I've woken up this week. I got out eggs, waffle mix, and sausage. I had started to play music as I cooked, and I didn't even register that Ethan was behind me.

"...He was red, and I was blue. But when you touched me, I became a lilac sky. And you decided purple wasn't for you..."

"...Your dripping like a saturated sunrise. Your spilling like an overflowing sink. Your ripped at ever edge but your a masterpiece. And your tearing through the pages and the ink..." I hadn't expected to hear Ethan behind me, and I slightly jumped when he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned down and kissed him. Slowly pulling away, I never thought I would care about someone this much. I'd always been told that I couldn't love who I wanted to, that I had to fit the mold. But Ethan, and the Markiplier team, made me realize I could be who I wanted to be, love who I choose, do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. As I looked at Ethan, I knew I could never not love him. He flowed through my veins, he was in my brain, and he held my heart in his hands. He is the love of my life, and that will never change.

I kissed Ethan's forehead, then returned to cooking. He continued to sing, and my heart fluttered at the sound of singing, being a blue angel. I'd met Ethan four years ago. I was going through a dark time, I had just came out, and everyone turned on me. I had to go live with my brother, Tom, because he was the only one that expected me. Then I met Ethan on Twitter, he was there when no one else was. Through the years, we got closer and closer. And I think back to a year ago, when I was so scared he wouldn't love me back, that he would reject me, and our friendship would be ruined. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ethan kissed my cheek. He always knew when I was lost in my thoughts, and he always brought me out of them. I finished the waffles and the bacon, then started cooking the eggs. Ethan made some coffee, and passed me a grey mug, while his was blue. Everything I owned was some color of the rainbow, and pastels, or grey(mostly grey), while Ethan owned mostly blue. Sometimes we were polar opposites, and then we're alike in so many different ways.

"Ethan," I said as I put food on two plates, "I love you."

"I love you more"

"I love you most I win."

Ethan only giggled, a fucknormus grin on his face. We sat down to eat, music still playing. I pulled him from his chair when 'Hearts don't break around here', by Ed Sheehan.

"...shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time. Took my heart upon a one way trip, guess he went wondering of with it. Unlike most men I know, he will bring it back whole." Ethan's head was resting in the crook of my neck, his hands on my chest, my arms around his waist. We stayed like that for awhile, until the song ended, then we finished eating. I got ready for the day, pulling on a black t-shirt, black ripped jeans, a purple flannel tied around my waist, black combat boots, and a purple beanie. Quoting Ethan, I looked like an enderman. He was wearing a a blue t-shirt under my hoodie, a pair of jeans, and blue converse. He always had my hoodie on, even if it was a million fucking degrees out side, he still wore it. I knew why, he liked that it was so big on him, it was oversized on me, but it was three times his size. Ethan went to go record som videos, (I had already pre-recorded mine for the next couple weeks), while started on cleaning up. I did the dishes, wiped down the kitchen, swept and mopped, then vacuumed, and started laundry. When I cleaned and Ethan wasn't busy, he always tried to help, but I wouldn't let him. It wasn't that I didn't want his help, he just did so many little things for me. Some weeks it was flowers, or he'd plan a date, or he'd bring home my favorite treats. I never just expected nor told him to do it, he just did. I didn't want him to have to lift of finger with any of the boring things that just came with life. As I was folding laundry, I heard his laugh come from the other room where he was recording. It always made me smile, that's why I never asked him to clean. He was so happy, I didn't want to make him to something so boring. And besides, I really enjoyed cleaning.

I finished up all my tasks, so I sat down and started to scroll through YouTube comments on the video of our proposal. They were thousands and comments congratulating us, asking when the wedding was, you know, just the common things people ask. I did see some bad ones though, so I deleted them. There was no need for people to say things like that, it was our lives not theirs. But I also understood that I had but my life on the internet, so there would always be hate. But I take the good with the bad, it's just a part of life. A short knock came at the door, I set down my phone and cautiously opened the door. It was a UPS man.

"Are is this the address of (M/N) (L/N)?" the man asked

"Yeah" I replied.

He handed me a small package, and I immediately knew what it was. The rings.

"Thank you" I said as I signed the paper, and then he left. I opened the box to make sure they were in good shape, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Ethan's ring. It was a black band, with 'I love you' engraved on the inside. The outside had jewels in the pattern of the rainbow. It was breathtaking, and all I could do was hope Ethan liked it. Mine was much simpler than his. It was black, with opals on it, so that when the light caught them just right, it would make tiny rainbows. I put them back in the box, them but in the draw of my bedside table. I heard Ethan laugh again. And I made a decision right there and then. I knew he was live streaming, so I could have a little fun with this. I went to our closest and pulled out a nerf gun, and started walking towards the shut door. I opened the door, he didn't even hear me, but his stream did. I aimed and shot, knocking his head phones off. The look on his face was fucking hilarious.

"You gonna get me back, or just sit there with you mouth open love?"

He grabbed his nerf gun from under his desk. It was much smaller than the one I had, but he was good with it. It went on like that for awhile, waiting for someone to make a move, then Ethan's phone rang. He looked away to see who was calling, and the burg bullet whizzed right passed him onto the wall. By the time his senses put him into motion, I was already behind him. He squeaked, a sound I rarely hear come from him. And then I started tickling him. He was so gonna get pay back on me later, but for now, I won. I wouldn't change this relationship for anything.

#crankgameplays #fanfic

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imaginingteamiplier · 6 years

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You Don’t Know (3)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,387

Written By: Cass

Summary: Who knew so much planning went into tutoring (and being tutored)

Warnings: Language, maybe some Ethan being a tiny bit of a prick

Part 2 | Masterlist

You felt a little bit bad. You really didn't mean to embarrass Ethan in front of his friends. But god, he just got on your nerves, acting like he was some sort of idiot! You knew better than that. Your friends could tell you were seething, and it seemed to bring them some sort of amusement.

"What?" You asked. The three of you were walking towards the science wing of the school, enjoying having the mostly empty hallways to yourselves. You all had classes down that way, so it only made sense to savor every last second with your irritating best friends. Sel shook her head a little, brown ponytail shaking.

"It's just funny the way you act around them." She explained She wasn't the biggest fan when it came to populars, but you were different. It was almost as if you had some sort of personal vendetta against the popular kids. You rolled your eyes. There was nothing you hated more than people acting like they deserved more than others did. "It's like...I don't know. You just hate them more than I've ever seen you hate anyone."

"I don't hate them," You mumbled. It was just the truth.

"Yeah, but you dislike them more than anyone else." Jordan added. He put his book down and marked his spot. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. You're allowed to hate who you hate." He shrugged and looked between the two of you. The thing about being friends with Jordan was that you always had to be prepared for his brutal honesty. Of course, the truth always tended to piss you of a little bit.

"I just don't understand what everyone thinks is so great about them. People think that they deserve everything just because they're attractive and shit." You crossed your arms. You knew you were being petty, but you didn't like the way your friends were closing in on you. You thanked whatever was above as the bell rang and sent your friends their own way. You all said your goodbyes and you slipped into your chemistry classroom.

Ethan quite liked school, though everyone thought otherwise. He enjoyed learning, he just wasn't exactly good at it. That, of course, frustrated him. He'd stopped trying to succeed at everything. He had his friends and that was good enough. He sat in his Algebra 2 class, his chin propped in his palm while he doodled in the margins of the notes he wasn't taking. His mind was elsewhere. More specifically, on you. He was going to make it absolutely impossible for you to hate him. It wasn't necessarily because he wanted you, but he wasn't going to let you give Mark any reason to think he wasn't worthy of his status.

The day was slipping through his fingers and he was dreading it. It was lunch when he finally relaxed a little. He sat outside the cafeteria in the courtyard. As always, they were all surrounding one of the picnic benches. He took bites of his apple now and then, but he mostly just watched Mark and Tyler. They were showing off mostly, throwing a football back and forth and being loud. Amy always called it the 'Alpha Male behavior'. He supposed he'd be like that when senioritis set in next year.

Amy was sat on the table itself, scrolling on her phone while Kat sat on the ground with a book in her hands. This was his world, he was right where he belonged.

"What's on your mind?" Amy asked from beside him. Ethan worried for a moment that the guys would hear, but he answered anyway/ Amy was the sort of person who could see right through everyone's lies. It usually worked out for the best. Ethan always said she should go on to be a lawyer.

"I have tutoring today." He answered as if that would really be enough. Amy looked at him silently for a long moment, reminding him gently that she knew full well that there was more to it. "I don't know why they hate me. But I'm not gonna let them hate me. The guys will never let it go." He admitted with a groan. He hated this, he was supposed to be aloof, damn it!

"They'll come around. You're charming, Nestor. People like you, they'll like you too. That's probably the problem, they're probably just afraid." Amy was good at advice in the long run, but that didn't really help Ethan. He needed a quick change, a way to make you fall for him. This was the sort of thing that Kathryn called scheming.

Your lunch was spent in the library with your friends and the librarian Mr. McCarthy. He was a young man, scrawny and usually a little bit frazzled but a fun person to be around most of the time. You felt bad for him. You were pretty sure that he didn't intend to spend his late twenties working at a school as a librarian. But he was nice to you and your friends and let you eat in the library despite the rules against it.

Once the bell rung, you said your goodbye and flashed a smile at him. You made your way down to the arts hallway for your independent study. You really like the arts, so you had worked a music theory class into your schedule. Not to mention that the independent study would look good on your college applications. You paused as you passed the practice rooms between the band and choir classrooms. You could hear someone playing piano in one of them. You heard it nearly every day. Sure, it wasn't perfect but it was usually pretty good. You smiled and continued into your own practice room.

For once, you didn't work on your actual study. Instead, you looked over the records you'd been given of Ethan's grades. Algebra 2, British Literature, nothing too hard for you. He didn't even seem to be trying, he'd better plan on changing that. You weren't one to fail, and if your job was to get Ethan's grades up, then you were going to do just that.

You set up your plan, sorting out the most important things to go over and noting the things that he seemed to be struggling with. He didn't seem stupid from the grades he had gotten before. But then they suddenly dropped. You found yourself growing curious as to what had caused the sudden change. Everything had its trigger.

Soon enough, the bell rang again and snapped you out of your thoughts. You had found yourself sitting on the floor with papers spread around you. His grade sheet for his math class next to your notes for the very same class, spread out so that you could find what would be needed to help. You groan and carefully shuffled the papers into one neat, organized pile and shoved them into your bag, then you headed for the other side of the school.

You barely missed the bell, slipping into the classroom just after its chime had finished. You hurried to your seat and relaxed into the familiar comfort. Your friends weren't in that class, so you were left all by yourself. You had finished your next week's assignments early, so you returned to your tutoring notes. You just hoped to be able to finish with the sessions before exams. There was a lot of content, and apparently no reason for Ethan to respect you enough to focus.

You looked across the room to the back corner where Ethan and his friends sat as usual. He seemed quieter this time, like something was weighing on his mind, but that same bright smile graced his lips. It was distracting, and you despised that he was so charmingly handsome. Then, he looked up, almost as if he had known that you were thinking about him. He caught your eye and his boyish smile morphed into a cocky smirk that twisted in your stomach and made your cheeks burn. He winked and chuckled before you finally managed to remind yourself to look away. A smile wasn't going to be enough to turn you into on of his fan club members. You had more dignity than that, and he was still utterly insufferable.

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emocxnteddie · 1 year

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!-! CrankGamePlayes !-!

SFW

brotherhood

NSFW

empty.

#ethan nestor #crankgameplays #ethan nestor x reader #smut #ethan nestor x male reader #x male reader

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ao3-writer · 7 years

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Happy Frown

-Hey there friend can you do some more Ethan x male!reader? Or anyone x male!reader? There’s not enough out there tbh.

-“I can make you happy! Let me make you happy, dammit!” Anyone tbh.

Ethan Nestor was a peculiar child when it came down to his actions. Every so often, I would catch him staring right at me. I didn’t really mind, but the little winks and glances he’d give me often gave me mixed signals.

“Hey, can you come and help me out with this, Y/N?” I sighed, walking over and looking at Ethan’s computer to see him on a ticket website when he leaned in and whispered in my ear: “Movies at 6? I’ll pick you up at your house.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the offer. I nodded my head and lightly ruffled his hair making my way back to my laptop. Chica turned her head and gave me a funny look when I sat back down.

“Not a word to anyone.” The dog rolled over onto its back and already forgot the conversation.

Later that day, I was getting ready for my... was it a date. Let’s call it a date. I was getting ready for my date when I realized I had no shoes on and have not at all brushed my teeth. I was scrambling around my apartment searching for a decent pair of shoes when I heard my doorbell ring. With one shoe on my foot and a toothbrush hanging from my mouth, I could already tell I would look like a mess.

I hurried at the sink while attempting to slide my left foot into the remaining shoe. I straightened my shirt as best as possible before opening the door and finding Ethan with his back to me and mumbling something under his breath.

“Sorry, hi. I was... getting ready,” I said, awkwardly trying to comb fingers through my hair to look as casual as possible. Ethan turned around with a few flowers in his hand. I blinked at the bright colors and he handed them to me. I took them and felt a blush creeping up my neck.

“These are.. for you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, I was in my green flannel, his gray contrasting to my bright. I grabbed my wallet and headed out with Ethan.

The walk to the movie theater didn’t take long. In the time there Ethan and I spoke about Mark’s videos and how great the WKM Series came out.

“Listen,” Ethan said, stopping right before we reached the theater, “I figured you might need this because you seemed a little out of it this morning. SO I figured... why not something a little fun?”

I couldn’t bring myself to smile, but I did give him a nod. He bought our tickets, much to my protest, and we walked into the large building as we searched for the snacks. Ethan bought a small popcorn while I loaded myself with candies, drinks, and popcorn. When we finally sat in our respective seats, I couldn’t help but chew through my candy bars nervously.

Sure, Ethan and I tried this whole ‘date’ thing a month back, and it was fine... but this seemed like a whole new ball game. I swallowed the fear in my throat and felt Ethan place his hand on my leg. I tried not to choke on my Twix.

“God, you’re nervous. It’s just a movie.” I laughed at his attempt of a joke. I tried my best not to jiggle my leg any further.

The lights slowly turned off, casting darkness across the crowd of spectators once the movie began. The entire time I ate right through my snacks and Ethan simply kept glancing at me. I tried not to return the glance but I couldn’t help staring at the way the light from the screen illuminated Ethan’s awe struck face. The way the light highlighted his best features even more. Ethan caught me staring then, he smiled at me and I tried to hide my surprise.

I returned my attention to the film playing. It was surprisingly good, the effects and the acting was almost comical, but it played out nicely.

The film had reached its climax when one of the characters had died. I was always a sucker for emotional scenes in movies, so it was no surprise I started to tear up a bit. I felt Ethan swipe his thumb across my cheek to wipe the tear. I chuckled a little, hoping not to look saddened at all. Ethan kept his hand holding onto my cheek. I looked into his eyes, still vibrantly blue in the dark, and he looked into mine.

I forgot who moved first, but all of a sudden our lips connected and my heart fluttered. I was always scared of butterflies in my stomach, but now I was welcoming the fuzzy feeling. My lips probably tasted like a mix of butter and chocolate and I was suddenly self-conscious about myself. I broke the kiss apart and quietly tried to focus on the film. I could feel Ethan’s sudden silence.

The movie ended spectacularly, Ethan and I tossed all of our trash as we exited then we made our way out into the cold, brisk night. We walked in silence for a few seconds before he turned to me.

“I just wanted to make you happy!” Ethan suddenly exclaimed. I jumped at his sudden attitude. “I like you so much more than you could ever imagine and I know about what happened between you and that other asshole, but all I want to do is make you happy. You deserve to be happy. Nobody deserves to be alone,” Ethan said.

The statement shocked me into silence. This was definitely news to me.

“Give me a chance. W-we can take thing slow if you want. We can even put it on pause until you sort out your feelings. I can make you happy, so let me make you happy, dammit!”

I stared at Ethan for a second before I felt the laughter rise to my throat. I couldn’t help but laugh at Ethan’s sudden courage. It was cute. Ethan looked offended, holding hands to his hips as I stood there laughing uncontrollably.

My laughs turned into giggles and Ethan kept staring at me.

“I-i’m sorry,” I breathed out, “I-i just. God, i’m such a mess.”

Ethan let go of his stern expression and just let out a sigh.

“I like you too.” The words peaked Ethan’s interest. “I like you too and I honestly don’t know what i’m doing anymore. I’m literally a mess and you just, haha, you make my week sometimes.”

Ethan stared at me further, confused as to how I’m feeling. I simply laughed and continued to walk to my apartment. Ethan following soon behind. There was a silence, but this time it was a comfortable silence between us. When we reached my front door, I looked at Ethan who’s face had softened to a polite smile.

“Thank you for tonight,” I whispered, putting my hands in Ethan’s. I kissed him, deep and profound, I parted only for a second to see Ethan was as bright as a tomato. I giggled.

“Y-yuo’re welcome, good sir. Ahem. Here is your abode, I hope you have a good night.” He said, bowing extravagantly before he was about to walk away. I grabbed his arm and spun him around to kiss him again.

“Spend the night with me, you loser,” I teased as I opened my door. Ethan smiled brightly and followed me inside.

#ethanxmale!reader #YAAYYYYY #ethan/nestor #this was so cute #yall #ahhhh #asks #request #fluff

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thirdhostage · 7 years

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So much (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

(( gif not mine - sweet child ))

(A/n): Hi fuck I’m sorry

Request: Heyo! Its me again... with another freaking request... Sorry! But could you possibly do one where the scenario is Reader X Ethan and shes finally coming home from the military permanently and she surprises Ethan and the whole teamiplier (aside from ethan, of course) is all in on it? You dont have do this, but i did absolutely love the last request you took of mine, thank you so much for that! And i love your writing too! Thanks so much and tootles!!

Warnings: fluffs bud

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For the last time, you hoped, you existed the official personnel vehicle. It was raining, go figure. But where you stood now, a little rain like this made you ever so happy.

Happy to be home, really.

Something twanged in your solid heart when you began to walk up the path to the apartment building front. The car drove off and you realized. Finally.. this is real.

With a bag strung high up on your shoulder, you entered the tall building and found your way to the farthest elevator all the way down the hall. You remembered to use this one, it was the one right in front of his door- your door. You had thought about that on the ride here.

Seventh floor, you remembered. Watch your step, you remembered. Look left, you remembered.

There it was.

Clad painted navy blue to fix with the apartments over all theme. You adored the colour. It reminded you of this kind of home.

“Time can’t fade my memories.” You mumbled aloud, stepping up with cheeky swagger to the welcoming door.

You fixed your hovering army style hat; it encased the visibility of your eyes. Actually you were fully dressed, still in your uniform. Typically, you didn’t have time to change.

Allowing your bag to slip and smack the floor, you listening in on the door.

What you heard was giggling and maybe mumbling, other things rattling around and something hitting the sink.

You knocked- four times, lightly.

The cluttering noises stop and Mark’s lone voice stood out to you. He was urging someone to answer the door.

Grateful, you were, for them. Mark, Tyler, the team. They helped you set this up. They knew you would be home today and they were willing and excited to help you surprise Ethan. Your love.

According to them, the blue boy never once went a day without mentioning you and getting sad.... A seven month hassle, is what Tyler called it. You thought it was depressingly sweet.

“If this is another crack pot awake at two in the morning, I swear Mark.” came Ethan’s voice from behind the door. He began to twist the nob, you peered down.

“Do you need anything?” he said once the door was open. He looked down at you and titled his head “Why are you awake so late, miss?”

You smiled and looked back up, soft eyes capturing his.

“Ethan?” you whispered, just loud enough for you and him.

“(Y/n)...?” he gasped, face smeared with realization and wonder.

You wanted to laugh and agree but found you couldn’t. Your face had already been pressed into his chest. He was hugging you tightly.

“Oh my god...” Ethan breathed, hugging you even stronger.

You felt happy once more.

Ethan and yourself stood in silence for many moments until Tyler’s voice hit the air behind your boyfriend. He said:

“So who was it?” but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“(Y/N) CAME BACK.” Ethan yelled, pulling back a small amount to look behind him “SHE’S HERE, SHE’S REALLY BACK TYLER.”

“Ah,” Tyler nodded “As I thought.”

Mark giggled some and took a picture, grinning beside Tyler like an idiot.

“You knew about this?” Ethan asked, looked between the two other males. They nodded happily.

“Oh, I love you both!” Ethan cheered, and turned his way back to you “And I absolutely love you.”

Gripping you in a second hug, you hugged back as he mumbled into your neck:

“So, so much...”

“Ditto.” you said sweetly, smiling in pure joy “I missed you, Nestor.”

“I thought... I thought you died..” Ethan stated sadly, pushing his face even more into your collar.

You spoke in awe “No, no, I’m not dead- definitely not dead.”

“Good.” Ethan mumbled again, pulling away from you to paw at a small tear.

He quickly laced his hand with yours and grabbed your bag for you.

“Please, never leave again. I won’t let you.” he pushed, pulling you into the apartment with him.

You simply nodded, grinning to widely to speak again.

You joined the boys in the their small party and talked about your experience over sea’s.

Not once, that you could remember, through the night, did Ethan release your hand. Just like he promised.

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(A/n): ahahahahah yes cry my friends cry

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thehermitsaltar · 4 years

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New Years Eve

Celebration and Under the stars from this list!

Ethan Nestor x Male reader

Ethan’s head was spinning; he didn’t quiet know why, but he knew he needed to get out of this crowded room. He felt like he was choking on the air so he stepped outside onto the balcony. He instantly felt better once the cool breeze hit his face.

Soon after, the balcony door opened and closed. Someone came to stand beside him but he was too fixated on the beautiful stars in the sky.

“How are ya’ doin’? I’ve never seen you drink so much.” The man beside Ethan finished his sentence with a small chuckle.

Ethan turned to look at the man and saw it was his good friend Y/N.

“’M okay. Just admiring the stars.” Ethan managed to slur out.

Y/N shook his head and laughed. “Lets get you some water.” He gently grabbed Ethan’s arm and tried to guide him inside.

Before they could move at all they heard everyone inside start to count down.

“We gotta hurry!” Y/N exclaimed.

Ethan stood still. “No, no, let’s just stay out here, together.”

Y/N nodded in response and stood next to Ethan. They were both gently counting together until Y/N felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Ethan’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Before either of them knew it, the clock hit zero and Ethan had leaned in to plant a small kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

Ethan giggled. “Happy New Year Y/N.”

#ethan nestor #ethan nestor x male reader #x male reader #male reader #fluff #drabble

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crankpendletonplays-blog · 7 years

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You Deserve Better-Ethan Nestor

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader Description: Reader’s boyfriend is abusive and Ethan’s thinking he’s ready to get shit stomped Requested: 38, 81, and 84 for Ethan? I love your writing btw Send me numbers and I’ll write imagines with THIS dialogue list! Warnings: Domestic abuse, domestic abuse mentions, angst

As alsways, the fic for Ethan will be under the cut, and the warnings are above. If you feel this piece will be harmful to your health or triggering in any way, please skip it, and if you’re Ethan, skIP THIS THANKS K BYE LOVE U

My whole life I believed that good guys didn’t exist. As a child, I watched my mom be mentally and physically abused, or cheated on by dozens of different guys. My real father left when I was little, and I only had less than a handful of male friends before I started youtube. Because of how my mother was treated as a child in to adulthood, she didn’t know how to treat me any better, so not only did I believe good guys didn’t exist, I believed that I didn’t deserve one if they did.

I met Nate after I started youtube at a party I went to the night before pax. Ethan and G had invited me, and it was my first time meeting a bunch of other youtubers. Nate had come with another youtuber he knew. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and a cigarette rested between his fingers while he held a beer in the other. I liked him. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I knew. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I had ever seen my mother date.

The first few months were ok, he treated me like a princess, but the honeymoon phase only lasts for so long before you start to see a person’s true colors. I had even begun to hold out hope that maybe Nate was different, and he would treat me like I had seen guys like him treat my mom. Boy, was I wrong.

The first signs of abuse are small, so small they can go unnoticed, but still there. The raising of a voice, the clench and curl of a fist, the huff and puff of a chest. The sound of a punch cracking through a wall, the breaking of a vase. The sting of a slur, the invading of space, the lack of trust. They’re small, but they’re there. It begins to grow, until finally the re-occuring punch to the wall ends up hitting you instead, and then they’re coming home that night with flowers and chocolate, or a necklace of some sort, or your favorite dessert, and they’re apologizing and telling you it will never happen again. Word of advice: if it happens a first time, its gonna happen again.

It was easy for me to hide it because I watched my mom do it for so many years. It was easy for me to hide the bruises with makeup and tell Amy and Kathryn that my relationship was going fine. It was easy for me to tell Mark and Tyler and Ethan that Nate was a busy guy and therefore wasn’t around much. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide Nate. He was just a handful sometimes. I didn’t want my friends to worry about me. Nate was a good guy. I loved Nate. I thought I loved Nate.

Like all things, I couldn’t hide it forever, and before I could prepare myself I was being bombarded by Amy and Kathryn when the three of us and Ethan went out to lunch one day.

“Ok, I’m getting tired of this “Nate’s busy” shit. I wanna meet your boyfriend!” Kathryn exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the booth across from me. I sipped on my sweet tea quietly, trying to ignore her question.

“Y/N, you can’t ignore us. Please invite him.” Amy leaned over the table, her hands resting in front of me. Ethan stayed silent, his eyes fixated on me as he leaned his elbow against the table where he sat next to me.

“I don’t think it’s a promising idea to bring him to Wade’s birthday party of all places, ok? You guys have never met him before, and I’m not as close to Wade as you guys are.” I stirred my straw around my drink with my finger, feeling Ethan’s eyes still on me. I could feel my heart racing under my skin, I just wasn’t sure if it was because I knew Ethan was catching on, or because I would rather Ethan take Nate’s place as my boyfriend. Maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t matter. I don’t deserve somebody like Ethan.

“Wade doesn’t mind! He’s as much your friend as he is ours!” Kathryn argued. At that moment, my phone rang, Nate’s caller ID lighting up on my screen. Without a second to react, Kathryn grabbed my phone, swiping to answer the call and pressing it to her ear.

“Hi Nate! This is y/n’s friend, Kat! Ok so I answered because we wanted to invite you to a birthday party we’re having for a friend of ours, and we all want you to come! We would all really like to meet you!” Kathryn was silent for a second as she waved off my grabbing hands.” Ok cool! Yeah, it’s next Friday. You’ll come? Alright! Cool! Yay! Ok here’s y/n.” Kathryn handed me the phone, smiling innocently. If only she knew the Pandora’s box she had opened.

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Next Friday rolled by quick and I found myself in the passenger seat of Nate’s car, his hand resting on my thigh as he pulled in to Mark’s driveway. I wish Nathan’s hands made me feel safe. I wish I didn’t feel so uncomfortable and terrified of his palm resting against my skin. I wish it was Ethan. Nate’s hand left me as he opened the door of the driver’s seat, climbing out of the car. I did the same, clutching the card and gift bag in my lap as I opened the car door. I silently prayed to god that things went well and I could get in and out of the party as fast as possible without making a scene.

“Hey y/n!” Amy came out of the house, giving me a hug. “You missed it! We just finished Mark’s 17 million video!”

“Yeah, sorry. I was editing a video before I came here and lost track of time.” I lied. Of course, I was watching the time. I was getting ready as slow as I possibly could.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Amy turned to Nate, who was stood by me, and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Nate smiled politely, his hand on the small of my back. I flinched and Amy gave me a look, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Y/n!” Ethan and Chica came running through the front door and Ethan gave me a big hug, his arms going around my waist tightly. Chica barked happily at my feet, pushing me in to Ethan. I giggled at the energetic dog, forgetting about my boyfriend standing behind me and petting Chica, Ethan’s arms still holding me and one of my arms slung around his neck.

Nate coughed awkwardly, getting our attention. I turned around, immediately telling he was angry and stepping away from Ethan quickly. I backed away and stood next to Nate, who’s hand went to my hip and pulled me in to his side forcefully. Chica backed away from Nate and I, standing by Ethan.

“I’m Nate, y/n’s boyfriend.” Nate stuck his hand out to Ethan and Chica growled lowly.

“It’s ok Chica.” Ethan lowered a hand to the golden retriever, his eyes staying locked with Nate’s. His other hand shook Nate’s firmly, still staring at each other firmly. The tension was so thick you’d need a knife to cut through it, and I didn’t know why.

“Ok!” Amy clapped her hands together, waving us to follow her inside. She led the way to the kitchen where Mark and Kathryn stood setting presents along the countertop. I greeted the two by giving them short hugs before finding Wade, Bob, and Molly, and wishing Wade a happy birthday.

I avoided talking much during the party, letting my friends keep the conversations going instead. I stayed by Nate’s side in fear of starting a fight or something much worse if I didn’t. I refrained from being touchy in any way with my friends like I usually was so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course, my friends noticed, and they were concerned.

“Hey, y/n, you should spend the night with Kat and I tonight!” Amy suggested. “We and Ethan are all gonna do a little sleepover thing and hang out, you should join us!” Amy smiled nonchalantly, although I could tell there was something else hidden behind her offer.

“Yeah, you can’t say no!” Kat added quickly, smiling brightly as well.

“O-ok.” I agreed before looking over at Nate. By the stone cold look on his face, I could tell I made the wrong decision.

The party didn’t go on much longer, and soon after I was being led out the house by my wrist, Nathan dragging me to the car.

“What are you doing? I’m riding with Amy to her house.” I questioned. Nate paused in the middle of the driveway, turning to face me.

“Like hell you are.”

“….What?”

“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot y/n?” Nate sneered, his face inches from mine. His grip on my wrist tightened, making my skin burn. I began to cower in fear, my body slinking in to itself.

“I know you’re fucking messing with that blue haired bastard, whatever his fucking name is. Evan? Aaron? It doesn’t matter, because you’re my fucking girlfriend, and you do as I fucking say. Get your ass in the car. We’re going home.” Nathan swung my arm toward the car, my body slamming in to the side of it. I let out a high pitched groan from the sting in my back after making impact with the metal door.

“My name is Ethan, and they aren’t fucking going anywhere with you.” I turned my head to see Ethan standing a little further up the driveway, already making his way towards Nate. Amy and Kat were close behind, their sights set on me.

“What are you going to do, fucking twi-“

Nate didn’t get to finish his sentence as Ethan’s fist collided with Nate’s face, the force of the punch sending him stumbling back in to the car. Kat grabbed a hold of my arm right on time, pulling me out of the way.

Nate paused a second, fire red setting in his eyes as he glared Ethan down. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood now dripping from his nose before kicking off the car and charging towards Ethan.

The next few moments happened fast, Ethan and Nate had each other’s shirts gripped between their knuckles, both trying to get the upper hand in the fight. Mark and Tyler came sprinting out of the house after hearing Amy shout for him, the two separating Ethan and Nate. Tyler shoved Nate in to the side of his car, jaw clenched between his teeth.

“Leave.” Tyler demanded, voice low and rough as he stared Nate down. Mark shielded Ethan from Nate, Ethan’s hands gripping Marks upper arm and trying to push it away.

“Fine, didn’t need you anyway, fucking slut.” Nate turned to me, spitting at my feet, which got Ethan fired up again and he tried wriggling away from Mark.

“Dude, just fucking go before I call the cops or something.” Mark growled, doing his best to hold back a fuming Ethan.

Nate shook his head, getting in the car and starting the engine. It was after he was out of sight from the driveway when the attention was on me, waiting for an explanation.

“I….I….” I was at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin with Nate, especially now, on Wade’s birthday, and Marks 17 million celebration, that we should have been focused on happier things, and yet we weren’t, and I had no idea where to start.

Soon afterwards I was curled up in a blanket on Mark’s couch, snuggled in to Ethan’s chest as I told them everything, from our first fight, to the first hit, to the first bruise, and so forth. Wade, Bob, and Molly went to their hotel to give us some privacy, since this was a conversation I only wanted to have with the people I was closest with. Amy patted my legs that were swung over her lap reassuringly, everybody in the room having sad or grim expressions on their faces. By the time I was finished telling the story and I was given whole-hearted lectures about how I should have told someone and if anything like this happened again then to let them know, and watching a movie to calm down after the day, Amy and Kat decided to raincheck the sleepover and crash at Mark’s instead. It had gotten really late and her nor Kat wanted to drive. Kat headed to the guest room and Amy followed Mark to his room, soon after Tyler was trudging up the stairs to his room, leaving just Ethan and I.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, shifting in Ethan’s arms to grab it. I unlocked my phone to see a text from Nate, saying he was sorry and he missed me and wanted me to come back to his house. Ethan calmly slipped my phone from my hands, clicking it off and tossing it lightly to the other side of the couch. I didn’t fight it, knowing that it was for the best.

“You shouldn’t have hit Nate.” I spoke softly, my fingers brushing lightly down Ethan’s arms that held me securely against him. His arms felt like a safe haven.

“He deserved it.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt.

“Y/n, If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass” Ethan argued. I turned in his arm to face him, sitting up so my knees were on either side of him.

“It was dangerous, Ethan.” I spoke, my tone firm. Ethan looked at me for a minute, his face softening.

“Do you think you deserve better?” The question caught me off guard and I paused.

“What?”

“Do you think you deserve better?” Ethan repeated, his one hand reaching up and brushing away the hair that had fallen in my face. I stayed quiet, deciding to shake my head no instead to answer his question.

Ethan’s hand cupped my face, the other reaching up to hold the other side. My one hand rested on his forearm, the other reaching up to rest on top of his hand that cupped my cheek.

“You deserve so much better.” Ethan whispered, leaning up to rest his forehead against mine.” So, so, so much better.”

I felt a tear I hadn’t even felt before roll down my cheek, followed by some more. Ethan’s thumb brushed them away. His jaw clenching to keep himself from crying as well. I shook my head at Ethan’s words. He was wrong. I didn’t deserve anything better. I never would.

“You deserve the entire world and so much more.” Ethan spoke, as if reading my thoughts. I sniffed softly, my hands gripping tightly at Ethan, as if he would disappear and this would be a dream.

Ethan’s thumb brushed the tears away again, this time brushing across my lips. His eyes were concentrated on them, and I began to feel self-conscious before he spoke again, throwing me off guard once more.

“Can I kiss you?”

I froze, looking at him with wide eyes. I nodded quickly, and before I could get another word in, Ethan’s lips were on mine, and I felt warmth, and comfort, and butterflies all at once. My hand went to his shirt, tugging him closer to me to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away first, my breath feeling as if it was knocked out of my body. A smile grew present on Ethan’s face.

“Forget Nathan, he’s old fucking news. I’ve got you now.”

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