一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

(a/n): SURPISE SHAWTY. merry christmas, happy holidays

you smiled at the camera and then turned off the stream, for real, double checking everything.

ethan came back with the cookies and handed you one. you took it gratefully and it into it.

ethan frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket. he had fixed the screen by then, and had actually persuaded the phone guy into lowering the price to $100.

"mark is blowing up my godamon phone," he said in between bites. "i'm going to call him, because he isn't making any sense. do you mind if i..?" he trailed off, pointing to the door.

"you could, but i think you should stay here and call him, and maybe put him on speakerphone," you couldn't contain your smile.

"why is everyone HIDING something from me..?" ethan dramatically flopped against you, calling mark in the process. you giggled.

mark picked up before it even rang. "dude, what's wrong?" ethan said, still against you.

"man, i, your stream-" mark said. you remember mark saying he had been in part of the stream. you didn't know he was there at the end.

"what about my stream? we didn't like fuck or anything- we just played minecraft and among us and shit." ethan said, obvious confusion in his voice.

mark only chuckled. "oh, you foolish, foolish boy. go look at your twitter." he said. ethan did as said, scrolling for a minute.

unus
@/ethanscookie
did you see eef and (y/n) today at the end? so cute. i cant believe he didn't turn the stream off. 17 secs ago.

"OH," ethan said, his face immediately growing red as he looked at more and more tweets.

"anyways. you should probably put out a tweet or something. bye love you-" mark said, then immediately cut off.

"ethan nestor," you said. "you missed the 'stop streaming' button."

"okay, okay. so our relationship is public now? honestly, i'm too tired to worry right now." ethan took the last bite of his cookie, swallowed it, and then mumbled, "but i'm kind of glad i didn't have to tell myself."

"me too." you nodded, holding him. "i want to kiss you and then pass out for 12 hours."

"sounds fine with me." ethan said, standing up. he picked you up from the chair and held you up with him hands under your thighs.

"fancy," you giggled, laying your head on his shoulder.

he took you to his bedroom and sat down with you gently laying on his lap.

"kisses?" you mumbled.

"kisses," he replied, kissing you softly.