一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

what?

in a burst of confidence, you stood up, took a step towards him, and leaned close to him. you didn't quite kiss him yet. your hand cupped his left cheek.

"yeah?" you asked.

"kiss me, (y/n)."

you did as he said. connecting your lips for just a second, you kissed him. and then you hugged him, laughing-crying, a mix of emotions rushing into your head.

"what the hell did i do that for?" you asked yourself aloud. he didn't say anything in response. good thing, honestly.

you both fell to the floor. your back leaned against the wall with your legs straight out. he sat on your lap, laughing with you.

"not much of a slow burn, eh?" he said, which made you both laugh harder. pure bliss.

ethan checked his watch. "i gotta go. oh, but i don't want to go!" he complained, dramatically falling over on top of you with the back of his hand on his forehead. you held his body up, kissing his forehead.

"instead of boba later, you just wanna stay here and hang out, maybe some alcohol?" while saying "alcohol", he shimmied around, making you giggle.

"of course!" you exclaimed. sounded perfect, alone. with him...

your fingers ran through his hair one more time before he got up. "oh, and by the way, (y/n), if you just want to stay here and hang out while i'm gonna, feel free to. here's an extra keycard." ethan handed a keycard to you. you smiled, took it and shoved it in your pockets.

"alright. see you?" you stood up aswell, but quickly sat back down on his bed.

"alright."

"...alright."

"oh come on, (y/n)! this is like that one book by john green. what's it called? something about stars?" ethan rapped his head with his knuckles, searching for an answer.

"the fault in our stars?" you asked.

"yeah! that's it. they flirted by just saying 'okay'. you're doing the same thing to me. maybe i should start calling you by your first and middle name, too." ethan ran his own fingers through his hair nervously. "okay. gotta go."

you got up and hugged him once more. "oh, thank you, so much, good sir." you said. ethan smiled and shook his head at you.

as soon as he left, you felt a silence fall on the air. and then you started crying, out of absolutely nowhere. it hit you at once. the man you had been waiting to see for years and who you expected to only know for a couple minutes just asked you to kiss him.

you drank more and more of the flavoured vodka until everything felt a little calmer. you hated being drunk, but you adored being just tipsy enough where everything felt happy but you still could remember everything; and you were at that stage then. you put down your drink and then texted (bsf/n).

me: won't be home till like 8. sorry important shit

you later back on the bed. his sheets smelled like him. he had a warm, flowery smell, along with old spice deodorant, which killed the flowers a little, but also served good.

you fell asleep on his bed holding one of his sweatshirts in your hands.