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five - speed drive

can we even call this an x assistant!reader at this point?

based on speed drive by charli xcx

You hadn't even been talking to Alex a total of five minutes when you feel someone tug your elbow.

"You have to go," Brit shouts. "What, why?" you and Alex look at her confused. "Ethan is here! You have to go before either of you see the other- out the back, Annie is talking to an employee right now."

"What? My Ethan? But we just got here like an ho-" you say.. "You have a minute max," Brit gestures with her hand for you to get going.

"Why does everyone keep giving me a time limit?? And y'all expect me to leave the club by myself?" you exclaim. Alex shakes his head. "No, I'll come with you, let's go. I can't hear your lovely voice over this damn music anyways," he chuckles.

Brit nods quickly, and with that, Alex grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd, and you try to do your best to keep up with his fast pace, his long legs blurring.

You see Annie holding the bar door open, and Alex pulls you through the back exit, the two of you running down the alley. You laugh from the exhilaration, and the two of you dart and weave through the Los Angeles streets.

Alex finally stops in front of a diner, panting. He crouches down, trying to catch his breath. You do the same, taking in deep breaths. "We should go in before someone sees us," you pant. Alex nods, fully standing back up. The two of you enter the diner, taking a seat at one of the back booths.

The two of you sit there a moment quietly observing each other. Alex finally grins at you, and you grin back. However the moment is cut short by your phone buzzing.

Incoming call: Rini 🌻

That then gets interrupted by another incoming call.

Incoming call: Ethan Nestor

You decline both calls, before peering out the window. "I'll call her back, Brit and Annie will just tell her we left, I'll meet them at home later," you turn back to Alex.

"Who's your Ethan?" he asks. He doesn't seem to be angry or annoyed, just curious.

"Pardon?"

"At the club," he lifts a leg up onto his seat, hugging his knee to his chest before continuing, "Brittney said Ethan was here, and you asked her if was your Ethan. Who's your Ethan?"

You look at him for a minute, but Alex's curious expression never falters. You look back out the window for a moment and sharply inhale. "He's my old boss, a professional boxer. I quit working for him two weeks ago. He's apparently not taking it very well."

Alex's phone begins to buzz. He looks at it, holds a finger up, and answers it. "Yeah Rini. Yeah, she's with me, we left twenty minutes ago. Okay. Okay, yeah no problem. Bye." He hangs up, readjusting his focus back onto you.

He leans back in the booth, thinking for a moment. "Is that why you didn't want to see him? Are you scared of him?"

You laugh dryly. "I'm scared of confrontation, I kind of lied to him and then bailed before the biggest moment of his career so I could advance mine. But scared of Ethan?" You turn back to look at Alex. "I could never be scared of him, he would never hurt me. Physically, at least."

Alex keeps looking at you, his eyes never wandering elsewhere. The silence felt deafening, so you opt to speak again.

"You don't think that makes me a terrible person, does it?"

"Rini said you were a glorified water girl. And that he never gave you a raise in four years."

You nod, fidgeting with your hands, looking down at the table. "I'd say more than a water girl, I did other things. But the raise thing, that's accurate."

Alex nods, then speaks. "Then I think there's nothing wrong with you, which is what I was worried about."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" you ask him, looking back up. He smiles at you, chuckling softly. "I mean, if I got to have a girl like you around, I'd be throwing everything I had at you. I can't blame you for wanting better."

There's another moment of eye contact, before you break the silence again. "Well let's hope I have it." His gentle smile breaks into a full grin. "I hope you have."

Your phone buzzes once more, but you shut it off without even a glance. But that's when you register the flash of light outside the restaurant.

"Shit," Alex mutters. "Paps."

You lift your hand to cover your face, but it's fruitless, there's several of them taking photos of the two of you through the window.

Alex looks over at them, then at you, who's turned your face away.

"Can I take you home?" he asks. "What?" Your eyes turn as big as saucers at the question. He laughs, then wildly shakes his head. "Let me rephrase, can I give you a ride home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two of you exit the restaurant, the cameras following. But Alex just stops, pulling his wallet out. "Can you guys, really, please just go?" He starts passing out bills to the photographers. "You're making my friend uncomfortable," he murmurs.

They back off, and you and Alex walk back to his car. "Rini says you're going to join us on tour, you're helping her write songs."

You nod, putting your hands in your jean pockets. "Yeah, my best friend Annie and I, we used to perform as a folk duo during university. We didn't do it very often, but those are some of my best memories. When Rini offered for me to write and sing with her, I had to take up that opportunity, it would be nuts not to."

"I bet it's going to be one hell of an album, beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"I'm grateful she's giving me any opportunities. It's exciting to see life beyond a bench next to a boxing ring."

As you approach his car, he opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. As you slide into the seat, Alex smiles at you. "I'm glad you chose life past a boxing ring," he murmurs. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side.

The drive home is mostly silent, with Alex quietly humming to himself, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

As he pulls up to the house, he shuts the car off and turn to you. "I had a fun time running away from your old boss with you," he jokes.

"I had fun too," you smile at him. Alex leans in and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he whispers.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

And with that, you exit the car, turning to give him a wave. He waits for you to get the front door, and then turns his car on and drives off.

The moment you open the door, you can hear all the chattering cease instantly. All of the girls are sitting in the living room in their pj's, sitting on the floor.

"There you are! We were wondering when he would return you to us," Brit smirked. "How was it?" Harini raises her eyebrows, patting a space next to her. You plop yourself down next to her.

"Holy shit, Harini, that is one dreamy man," you exhale. She grins and squeals, giving you a hug. "Well, the rumor mill is already buzzing. People saw Ethan run out of the club, looking around frantically before taking his girlfriend home, and not forty minutes later, you're photographed with Ireland's most eligible musician," Kiera teases.

"What? The photos are out already?"

All the girls nod, their eyes wide. Morgan pulls out her phone and pulls up the article.

Breaking; Alex Jamie Wilson caught with former boxer's assistant.

You groan. "Great, this is going to just fuel the fires."

"Good. Maybe this will finally get him to back off," Terra grumbles, tapping away on her phone.

Ethan stares down at his phone, sitting on his sofa, staring at those exact photos. Who the fuck was this guy? He swiped through them, scanning your face for any noticeable emotions. Nothing. Ethan felt like you were drifting further and further away from him, and from the you he got to know for four years.

Lizzy sits next to him, scrolling away on her phone, while Jerry sits across from the two of them, just watching the disaster that was this stunt relationship. Jerry clears his throat, but neither Ethan or Lizzy look up, with Ethan too captivated by the photos to even notice Jerry.

Why were you holding this guy's hand? Who was this guy? Did you leave the club with him? Did you go home with him?

Jerry tries to get his attention, but it's no use. He finally just lets out a loud "Ethan!"

Ethan manages to break his eyes away from his phone, looking at an exasperated Jerry. "Now do you see my point? These feelings of yours are unrequited. She's not interested in you, buddy. Let it go before it drags you and your entire career down with it. You are about to reach the biggest moment in your career. Table this for later if you have to. You need to focus on fighting. You got into the championship but you still have to do more matches for the qualifying rankings and set ups, so you need to have your eye on the ball, and stop staring at the damn phone."

Ethan refuses to believe Jerry, but he puts away his phone regardless. He worked too hard to give up now.

"Okay. Let's do it."

You hardly ever got a phone call from Ethan in the weeks afterwards. Life went on, and you couldn't lie, you had hardly noticed. You never picked up anyways.

In between song writing, dance rehearsal, and constant outfit fittings, your life became a mountain of to-do lists like you had never felt before. Harini wanted all of you on stage dancing for the upbeat songs, and man, it was work. Vocal training for back up singing was work. Most nights, you were exhausted. Even if you weren't too tired, you didn't want to speak to Ethan anyways.

But you were never too tired for Alex. You two hadn't progressed very far past a simple flirting stage so far, but you were the first person he would flit to when entering the studio. He was electric.

You were finally building your own life, and not one spent following Ethan, and you were having a blast doing it.

It was unfortunate that your old world and current had to collide tonight.

Damon had insisted that you all come to his match tonight. The only problem was it was the one of the rank qualifiers for both championships to determine who would fight who. Meaning that not only was Damon fighting tonight, but a certain former boss would be fighting. Just not each other, luckily, because they were separate championships.

You wanted to skip out, but then Harini joined in. "Please? We are just about to release an album we made jointly, we need the publicity. Plus they aren't even going to fight at the same time, so we won't even have to interact with him."

You had taken a long pause, thinking. "We can bring Alex," she told you in a sing song tone. "Fine."

The group steps out of the limo, the paparazzi following. You hear calls for you. "Are you here for Ethan? Are you going to cheer Ethan on?"

You see Alex look out of the corner of his eye at you. Great, why did you ever agree to this?

As you filtered through the crowd to get scanned in, you see Ethan doing his weigh ins. He turns to see your group, and the cameras and reporters go nuts.

"Harini, do you have anything you want to say to Ethan?"

Harini turns on her heels to look at Ethan. "Yeah, actually. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, you dick," she shouts, leaning over the railing. There's gasps and murmurs and cheers. Ethan flashes a fake smile. "It's called being a fucking thief, actually," he shouts back. Harini rolls her eyes. "Well, she's releasing an album with me. What did you ever do for her?" He freezes, and with that, Harini turns on her heel and continues to the VIP booth. The girls and Alex follow, but you keep standing there.

Ethan sees this, and grins a wolfish grin. Maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless for him after all, if you were willing to stay a moment, even if you brought that fucking Irish guy from the photos.

The cameras keep flashing, people murmuring at the sight.

"Hey, trouble. Miss me?" he calls out. You don't respond, standing there. You feel an arm go around you. Alex, who pulls you away. "Come on angel," he murmurs. With that, you follow the girls to the VIP booth. You don't look back at Ethan.

Ethan, however, watches you until you enter the booth, jaw clenched.

You were hoping the VIP booth would give you enough of a breather until you could leave, but as if the night could get worse somehow, you see an all too familiar head of blonde hair.

She turns from her seat. "Hi guys," she sneers. "Lizzy," Harini acknowledges her, but chooses to sit on the other side of the booth.

As your group sits down, you see Lizzy eyeing Morgan. "Hi," she tells Morgan. Morgan gives a small polite smile and wave, but Britt nudges her.

"You froze when you saw him," Alex murmurs. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," you mutter back. "Not people," Alex shakes his head. "You."

You shake your head. "I like you, Alex, I just...I hadn't seen him since I quit, and it was weird because I didn't know how he would react."

Alex raises an eyebrow, and smiles for the first time all night. "Oh, you like me?" he asks amused. You smirk and roll your eyes. "We spend literally every day together, I see you even when I'm too tired to do anything," you laugh. He nods quietly, winking.

You see someone come in, whispering to Harini. At the same time, people approach Ethan and his opponent, along with the trainers and organizers.

The person goes to Lizzy and whispers, then leaves as quickly as they come. Harini turns to the group. "Damon's opponent threw up. They need to make sure he's good to fight, so Ethan and Dimitri are going first."

Great, now you were stuck here for something you hadn't wanted to see. Alex wraps an arm around you, seeing your displeased expression. "Hey, chin up angel, it won't be any time at all, and then we can go get a bite to eat or something." You nod at his words.

It doesn't take them very long to adjust, and within minutes, Ethan and Dimitri were in the ring. He looks up at the VIP booth, and you think he's going to look at Lizzy, but he looks straight on at you. Ethan raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You don't notice Alex's arm tightening around you.

What you do notice is the smirk leaving Ethan's face, as he turns to face his opponent.

The match starts. Most of the girls are on their phones, Lizzy included, but your eyes remained on Ethan, who seemed to be going harder than he ever had. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he went after Dimitri with an intensity you had never seen from Ethan.

Alex looks over at you.

"You alright?"

"Something's wrong with him," you whisper.

"How? He's winning."

And he does, rapidly. Dimitri stood no chance next to a new, angry Ethan.

As everyone is cheering, Ethan wipes himself off with a rag. Terra scoffs at the whole thing. "I wish Dimitri kicked his ass."

The announcer approaches the way you've seen it play out a million times. Ethan, however, pivots your expectations once again.

You expected the usual once again, the thanking of Luis, of Jerry, hell maybe even a flirty quip to Lizzy. There was no way to guess what would come out of his mouth this time around.

Ethan sets the rag down, and turns to face the VIP booth. "That one was for you, baby," he points up at you, staring you down, smirking with a wink.

You don't even get a chance to react or process, because you feel a hand grab your face. Alex looks at you. "I like you too. And I think this guy's an ass."

And with that, Alex leans in and kisses you.

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chapter 3 - i bet on losing dogs

boxer! ethan nestor x assistant! fem!reader

notes: if you thought 2 was bad on the angst, this one is a whole other beast. in other words, you quit. also you still don't understand that ethan wants you you poor soul

warnings: angst, ethan hits a table

"I feel like you're going to die on that couch."

You were wrapped in around a million blankets on the couch, a giant blob of fabric that hadn't gotten up in hours.

"That's the fucking plan, Annie. Die on this couch," you mumble. Annie hands you the tv remote and a bottle of water. "Okay, but at least watch something, stop staring at the wall. It's not good for you."

"Okay." You shift to sit up, and Annie sits next to you. "You've been sobbing your eyes out all night. I've never seen you like this. Not even when Lincoln broke up with you half way through finals week, and you guys were actually together three years!" she exclaims. You open the bottle of water and slurp some down, your throat finally feeling relief.

You put the bottle down before you speak again. "Ethan is different, though. He's always been different. I just...no one has ever understood me on that level before, Annie. No offense. He made me feel so seen. I thought we were friends, actual friends, and he had hid that he had a girlfriend for I don't know how long. All this time spent together, he had every opportunity to tell me, and he didn't, and I can't forgive that. I thought he trusted me. I trusted him. But how can someone lie and hide something like that?"

Annie nods, processing what you said. "Well, you have your choices laid out for you. What are you going to do about it?"

Monday rolled around, and you found yourself once again stepping into Ethan's hallway. You could hear chattering in the kitchen, as you rounded the corner, there she was. Lizzy Dee Mitchell. Your boss's new girlfriend.

When you had gotten home after the fight, you had googled her extensibly, an actress from New York who liked to party, and who had been in the news for "outbursts of anger" on set. Charming.

She and Ethan were sitting out at the kitchen counter, like it was any other morning. You step into the room, not bothering to meet their eyes.

"Hey, trouble." Ethan's tone was gentle, eyeing you as you flip through papers on your clipboard.

"Hey." If Ethan's tone was gentle, yours was the opposite, dry, brisk.

"Hi, I've heard so many things about you," Lizzy says chipper, taking a strawberry off of Ethan's plate, munching on it. You watch her, and Ethan watches you.

"Charmed," you sigh out, looking back at your papers.

Damon had texted you an hour early, no idea how he had gotten your number, just a brief

"the offer for Harini still stands at any time -D".

You thought about that message, staring at the papers of things you had to do with Ethan today, wishing somehow you could teleport yourself literally anywhere else.

"Trouble, can I see you in pri-"

You cut him off. "Where's Jerry?"

Ethan's brows scrunch in confusion. You hardly ever voluntarily sought Jerry out for anything, usually preferring to fix the issue yourself and tell him later.

"What do you need Jerry for?"

"There's a discrepancy with some of these interview schedules, just need to clear it up for a moment," you murmur.

"Can I talk to you first?" Ethan pleads, his hand holding the fork shakes as he stares you down. You hadn't looked at him once throughout the entire conversation, and it was clear that things were not okay with you two.

He had hoped that you weren't upset with him, that Damon had said something rude to you off stage. But he knew deep down you were mad. You were friends, and he hadn't even begun to warn you of the nightmare that was this PR relationship. He could have tried harder to say anything. To defy Jerry's orders for once and talk things out with you. But now it's like some switch had shut off in your brain, cutting off the friendly feelings you had always shown him.

It made Ethan sick.

"We can talk after I talk to Jerry," you say. You finally look up at him. It was a dead, dull look. He tries to read your face, but there's nothing to read. You walk out of the room, gone in seconds.

So Ethan waits. But you don't leave Jerry's side for a second.

The day felt like it had a span of years, going from activity to activity, waiting for you to tell him you were ready to talk, but the end of the day had approached without even a glance in his direction.

You were getting ready to leave for the day, and you had made your decision. Gathering your things, you stepped out of Ethan's front door. You and Jerry stood for a moment.

"Don't forget our meeting tomorrow," you remind him. "Right. Lawyers?" "Yes, sir. It's a legal negotiation."

Jerry eyes you. "Are you sure about this?" Your stomach twisted with nerves. You could see Ethan heading down the stairs, approaching you and Jerry. Jerry continues, "He's not going to be happy. You want him to be happy, don't you?"

"Jerry, we've been discussing this all day. It's inappropriate to continue under the circumstances, and this morning all but confirms this for me."

Ethan approaches the front doorway. "Everything alright, Jerry? Trouble?" Jerry turns to you, looking at you for a moment. "Everything is alright, just having a discussion about a meeting tomorrow," Jerry says. You nod, and Jerry bids Ethan a goodbye, heading to his car.

Ethan smiles nervously as you turn to head to your car. He grabs your elbow gingerly. "Hey, wait. I didn't get to talk to you," he whispers. "I have to go, Ethan," you state, trying to wrench your elbow out of his grip. "Just five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll explain everything, we can talk things out."

You shake your head. "I really have to go, I have something important to do. Besides there is nothing to talk about." His grip loosens enough for you to break free, and you walk down the drive way. You call out a final sentence.

"You have a meeting at noon tomorrow with your lawyer. Wear a suit."

You get in your car, driving off, as Ethan watches from his front door step.

What the fuck was that about, Ethan thinks. He had heard everything with the door open. Legal negotiations? Ethan stands there for a minute thinking.

Did you find out? Is that why you spent the whole day with Jerry? That you figured out it was PR, and you spent the day with Jerry convincing him to let him out of the contract. That had to be it.

You knew him better than anyone, surely you would know better than to assume he would ever even so much as look in another woman's direction without telling you. Not that he ever would, because he had you. That had to be it.

For the first week day in a long, long time, you didn't come sailing into Ethan's kitchen that next morning. Jerry comes in, but you don't follow.

Odd.

"Where is she?" Ethan asks, growing nervous. Jerry looks up, and gives a sigh. "I gave her the morning off. She'll meet us at the lawyer's office. Go get your practice in."

"What?" Ethan splutters out. You had never been given a morning off a single time working for him, ever. Jerry would always freak out if you even thought about it.

"She had to take care of some business, she'll meet us there. Go practice."

The morning felt like living inside a horror film. Ethan felt nothing but dread hitting the sandbags, standing in the shower, changing into his suit.

And now he sits in dread outside a courthouse office space, waiting for the meeting. Jerry scrolls on his phone, seemingly not noticing Ethan's panic.

Ethan nudges him. "I thought we were meeting her here, are we going to start the meeting without her?" he asks. Jerry shakes his head. "She'll be here, meeting can't start without her."

Almost like witchcraft, you enter the hall, a man following you. That man wasn't his lawyer. What the fuck was happening?

"Who's that?" Ethan whispers.

"A lawyer." Jerry simply responds.

Jerry pulls Ethan to his feet, and they enter the conference room. A judge sits at the head of the conference table, with Ethan's lawyer typing away on her laptop next to him.

Did they need two lawyers for what was about to happen?

Ethan and Jerry take seats next to his lawyer. You and the other lawyer enters, and Ethan prepares for you to sit next to him.

But then something crushing happens.

You and the other lawyer sit across from him.

"Trouble? What's going on? What is this?" Ethan asks, the panic setting back in. The judge clears his throat, before speaking. "We are here today because a motion to terminate work contract with one Ethan Nestor has been filed, effective immediately. Will the plaintiff confirm?"

Ethan's entire life crushes in that one sentence. He looks at you, tears welling in his eyes. "Trouble? What are you doing?" This has to be a prank, he thinks, you pulling his leg for not telling you.

You stare back at Ethan, your stomach dropping. It was one thing to decide to do what you were about to do. It was another thing to actually be sitting in a conference room, having to look at Ethan while you severed yourself from his life.

Ethan stares you down, horrified.

"Yes, your honor," you whisper.

"No," he whispers back, eyes widening.

"Please state your case for motioning leaving this legally binding contract."

"No," Ethan repeats, getting louder.

"Your honor, the plaintiff has been offered employment elsewhere, a more lucrative opportunity for her career-"

Ethan bangs his hands on the table, his nose flaring. "Absolutely fucking not."

"-And Mr. Nestor over the years of employing the plaintiff has not given her a single raise, a single additional benefit, all the while maintaining an inappropriate-"

You watch Ethan, horrified, as the table shakes from his hands slamming again. He looks at you again, manic. "You lied to me, didn't you?" His voice cracks. "It's Damon, it's Damon fucking Jones. After the match, you lied to me, he offered you a job, didn't he?"

Your lawyer is stunned by the interruption, looking at Ethan, and looking back at you. Tears stream down both yours and Ethan's faces.

"So, so fucking what? Another blond boxer offers you a job and bats his stupid eyelashes at you and you would rather run off with him? What about the last four years, trouble? Would he fucking die for you, trouble? Would he? You can't, you can't do this."

"It's not like that, Ethan."

Your lawyer clears his throat, and the judge speaks. "Mr. Nestor, if you don't cease your outbursts, I will have you arrested for contempt of the court, let the legal team of the plaintiff discuss their case."

"As I was saying your honor, the defendant has been behaving in inappropriate behaviors towards the plaintiff over the last four years, behaving as if she was a personal friend rather than an employee. See his outburst just now, behaving as if the plaintiff was ending a romantic relationship, not quitting being his assistant."

"Inappropriate?" Ethan scoffs. "Is that what you really think, trouble?"

You don't look at him, waiting for your lawyer to continue speaking.

"As you can see from the papers I just gave your honor and the defendant's legal, Ms Harini Iyer has offered the plaintiff employment for more than twice Mr. Nestor's rate, apartment lodging of the plaintiff's choice, benefits. This is more than Mr. Nestor has offered her in the last four years."

The judge nods.

"You'd abandon Annie to live in some millionaire apartment?" Ethan hisses. You shake your head. "She offered Annie a job too. She comes with."

"I can't let you do this," Ethan cries.

"And what are the current parameters for exiting the contract?" the judge asks, ignoring Ethan.

"The plaintiff needs at least one signature from her employer, we just need to discuss the terms of termination."

You speak up to the judge. "I don't want anything from Ethan, I just want to be terminated from my contact."

Ethan shakes his head. He has to keep you. You're the largest part of his life. You're the person he wants to see most in the morning, the first person he looks for after a win. Did the last four years mean nothing to him? How could you this?

"Don't do this to me, trouble. I won't sign it."

"Ethan," your eyes pleading with him, "Do not make this difficult, sign the damn paper."

He slams his hand down again. "Absolutely not! I need you! You and me, we're a team, I cannot let you do this. We're friends. We're fucking friends, and you're just walking out like it's nothing."

"We're not friends."

"Don't say that."

"You don't tell me about your personal affairs, I am not a friend, I am your employee, you are my employer, we are not friends," your tone is sharp.

Some of the puzzle pieces click for Ethan. "Is this about Lizzy?" he whispers. He stares you down, but you won't look at him.

"It is, isn't it?" he whispers. His shoulders sag. "Trouble, if you would just listen to me, just talk to me."

You look sharply at him, a deep inhale through your open lips. Your eyes are bloodshot, but yet your mascara stays intact on your face.

"Ethan," you whisper, and all he wants to do is grab you and hold you.

Then you say four words that crush him further.

"Just let me go."

His response is automatic. "I can't."

How could he? For four years, you've lit up his world. Nearly every day of his life for four years was spent with you. To let you go would have it end. The secret whispers, the victory hugs, the loss hugs, all the late nights spent with you on his couch, they would end. And he would never get to have you in his life again. He'd be stuck in that horrible PR relationship without a light at the end of the tunnel. Ethan would lose what gives his victories meaning.

You stare at each other for the longest time in silence.

"Please," he pleads one last time, "let's go home, I'll give you anything you want, please."

"Sign the papers."

"You know I can't."

Your face hardens. "Fine. I don't need your goddamn signature."

Ethan's expression changes to confusion and astonishment. "I am your employer, you need an employer's signature, and I won't give it to you," he spits out.

"In case you forgot, Mr. Nestor, I was hired from an agency."

His stomach drops at the realization.

"And you didn't hire me from the agency." You point at Jerry. "He did. He's also my employer. And I just need one signature."

Ethan turns to Jerry. "Don't you fucking dare," Ethan seethes. Jerry grabs the papers. "Jerry, don't, don't fucking do it," Ethan reaches to grab the papers, to stop Jerry. The security officer grabs Ethan by the shoulders. "Don't, son," the officer murmurs. "Jerry, stop please."

Jerry reads the papers, scanning through them. He looks up at you. "This is a good deal. I can understand what you're doing here, you were right," he murmurs.

"You knew?" Ethan asks, trying to lunge forward again. The officer pushes him back into the chair.

"She told me yesterday. Kid, are you sure?"

You look at Jerry, and for the first time in four years, you two had a moment of complete understanding.

Jerry grabs the pen and signs the papers, sliding them over to the judge. "It'll be better for you this way, kid." Your lawyer pulls out additional papers that you sign, sliding those also over to the judge.

It was over. Ethan had lost. And he had lost the only thing that genuinely fucking mattered.

The meeting concludes silently, Ethan reduced to nothing but silent tears. Everyone files out of the room. You pull out your phone and start quickly typing, speed walking down the hallway.

Ethan immediately trails after you, trying to stop you. "Trouble, trouble, just fucking talk to me, what the fuck was that?"

"I quit, Ethan."

"Why are you upset about Lizzy, can you at least answer me that? What was so bad you have to get a different job with the woman who's dating Damon fucking Jones when you know I feel about him?" You pull sunglasses out of your purse, putting them on, then open the doors to the courthouse, stepping out. You hear cameras shuttering, and you can hear reporters calling both your and Ethan's names, wondering why it looked like both of you had been crying.

You turn back to Ethan, standing outside on the steps. "Did you or did you not lie to me, Ethan? If we were friends, if I was worth anything to you outside of an employee, why did you not tell me?"

He stays silent, before speaking.

"Jerry said it would improve my career. She's better for my career."

Your stomach tightens, and you thank god you had put on your sunglasses so he didn't have to see you cry. Was he fucking joking? What kind of sick answer was that? You scoff. "Who do you fucking think you are to say that to me? What does that even mean? Well... fuck you for listening to that douchebag. The only thing he's ever done right was sign those fucking papers." You spin back around, rushing down the stairs.

He runs after you, the cameras following.

"Trouble, wait, wait, I can explain what I mean, I-"

A blue convertible pulls up, and you toss your purse in the backseat. The cameras turn from Ethan to the car, the reporters and paparazzi exciting themselves over the driver.

Harini Iyer, who shoots you a thousand giga watt smile. "Get in!" she yells, and you nod, jumping into the passenger seat.

Ethan is sprinting down the steps now, as everyone is taking photos of you and Harini, shouting. Harini leans in to whisper to you. "You got any last words? We got about twenty seconds." She shifts to pull out.

"Yeah. Fuck him."

Ethan is rapidly approaching the car, pushing through the crowd.

When he can see you again, you turn to everyone taking photos and videos, give a giant grin, and flip Ethan off.

Harini throws her head back, laughing, before hard pressing the gas, speeding away from the courthouse.

And with that, you were severed from Ethan Nestor's life.

lose your soul

boxer! ethan nestor x shy! afab! reader

when ethan, a semi professional boxer, switches gyms, he doesn't expect much from it...until he sees you, and loses his soul in the progress

giving ryan gosling his just desserts as a talented artist because i have fucking loved this song since middle school and people should appreciate his band more

I have a similar concept fic where you're his assistant to high enough by k flay, lmk if you want it

notes: it's the return of feral ethan. all hail feral ethan, your parents are spanish speaking immigrants (this is left so vague so interpret it as the country of your choice) sorry the ending is shit i had no idea how to

warnings: domestic violence mentioned, stalking (ethan is NOT your stalker), mentions of blood, ethan beats up yet another ex boyfriend, vague corruption kink (but not really), dirty talk, lots of it, ethan shoves his fingers in your mouth, SMUT

based on lose your soul by dead man's bones

Oh You're gonna lose your soul, tonight You're gonna lose your soul

By all accounts, it had been a normal night. In the weeks prior, Ethan had switched gyms to practice in, the old one getting too crowded, too many people approaching him and wanting things of him. So he had found a new gym across town. The commute was further, but it was smaller, more private. A lot of his fellow boxers practiced here anyways, so Ethan felt more at home.

That's where he found himself tonight, practicing sparring with his buddies. Something was a little off tonight, though. As far as Ethan was concerned, the owner of the gym and his wife were nice people.

A bit rough around the edges, and didn't speak much, but he went out of his way to make people comfortable, and was a stand up guy. Which was why tonight suddenly became... odd. The owner was shuffling back and forth, from the front desk to check his phone, where it was charging, to the windows, peering around into the street.

Ethan watches the owner for a second, before lifting his hand up to tell Daniel, who was in the ring with him, to stop moving. He and Daniel give the owner their full attention, watching the owner walk back and forth.

"You alright, boss man?" Daniel calls out, also trying to look out onto the street. The owner waves him off, grinning as a vintage car rolls down the street and parks in front of the gym.

Ethan and his friends eye the car curiously, as the owner gets excited, opening the door of the gym.

The car door opens, and out steps what Ethan has to assume is a fucking angel.

When you ask Ethan later on about this moment, he always tells you one thing. The minute you stepped out of the driver's seat, he knew his soul was gone. It had gone to you.

But as of this moment, he was just stuck staring at you, trying to decide if he was hallucinating.

"Dad!" You grin, enveloping the owner into a hug. "Dad?" Daniel and Ethan exclaim at the same time, looking at each other and then back at the scene unfolding.

Your dad beams at you. "Mija! How was the drive, any issues?" He holds your face, absolute pride showing in his. "No, I just needed to pack up some of my bags, unplug my fridge, and then I was off! Sorry, I'm so late."

"I'm just glad you're here. Come on in, it's blazing out here." Your dad ushers you in. You step inside, and Ethan notes how the older boxers and the old comers greet you, as if they had known you long before this day. You greet everyone quietly, giving a small wave.

Ethan continues to stare you down, watching as your dad and you approach. You almost borderline hide behind your dad, looking down at your shoes. Your dad approaches Ethan's group, grinning from ear to ear. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter. She's now a senior at Yale, in astro...astro...ay, mija, help me out here." Your dad gently nudges you.

You look up, your eyelashes batting in a way that makes Ethan's mouth go dry. "Astrophysics," you smile nervously. He grins. "That must be a lot of work." You nod, eyeing him slightly before looking back at your shoes. "We're proud of her. Anyways, she's home for break, so she's going to be helping out around here, making sure things stay up and running when the missus and I go out of town to see family, so make sure to make her feel welcome." Your dad wraps an arm around you, nodding.

Ethan continues to watch you, as you nervously fidget. Cute, he thinks, how shy you are. Daniel winks at you, leaning against the ropes. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," he says with a smirk. You blush at the interaction.

Ethan suddenly without provocation wanted to rip Daniel into shreds.

"Hey!" your dad exclaims, "my daughter is off limits to you lot, I see how you live, absolutely not. I refuse to let her be tainted by your ways." His tone comes out as playful, but there was a warning laying just underneath.

"C'mon hun, Lefty's going to be excited to see you." Your dad ushers you away to go say hi to an older boxer in the corner. "It's nice to meet you," Ethan calls out, watching you walk away. You turn back to look at him, a small smile on your lips.

He doesn't miss how your gaze lingers on him, too.

You're gonna lose your soul Tonight, tonight

Ethan found himself at that gym nearly every day now. He convinced himself that it would be good for him, practice would help him perfect his art and win more matches. And of course, overworking his muscles had its benefits.

He got to see you.

You weren't at the gym every day, but when you were, he would usually see you sitting at that front desk, scribbling away or doing paperwork, or you would be somewhere in the gym, folding towels, offering water, etc.

It was the highlight of his day, even though you were still incredibly quiet.

Wanting to take a break after sparring for an hour, he takes off his gloves, and looks around. There you were, at the desk, books open, writing. He looks for your father, who's helping someone else train. Perfect.

He saunters over to the desk, putting his hands on it, and gently calls your name to get your attention.

"Oh! Hi, Ethan," you look up at him almost nervously, smiling slightly. It was rare for anyone who weren't your parents to make eye contact with you, so Ethan felt incredibly lucky with how you always looked up at him anytime he greeted you, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

Your cheeks were slightly tinged with pink as you look back down at your books and notes. Ethan always enjoyed that aspect, too.

"What are you working on?"

"Paper. Particle physics." He looks at you with a state of confusion, and you continue. "It's the study of particles and forces that make up matter and radiation. Huge component of studying space and how planets and black holes and other stuff are made."

"And you're writing a paper right now?" You nod at him, holding up your journal. "It's summer! And you're working at your pop's place and doing homework, you should be out partying, making friends."

You giggle softly, and Ethan for a moment is on cloud 9. "I have friends at Yale...What about you? You're close to my age, why didn't you go to school?"

Ethan pauses for a moment, hands leaving the desk. "Boxing is my passion. I didn't really care much for school, but being in the ring is a good feeling. I imagine it's the same for you when you...solve really hard math equations?" He takes a stab at guessing, unsure what it really was you did. The first time he asked, all you had said was rocket science, so he assumed math was in there.

"Yeah, I do math."

He nods, then continues. "Boxing is my number one priority in life."

"Do you think it'll always be your number one priority?"

He leans onto the desk, getting within your eyesight again.

"I think it could change, if certain things happen," he whispers. The two of you maintain eye contact for a moment, his face holding a gentle smile. You look almost star struck by him, and he thinks to himself that he might really have a shot. Your dad, oblivious to the situation, comes up to the desk, killing the moment, entirely. Ethan stands up straight, and the cute expression he loved was wiped off your face entirely. "Should get back to quarks," you mumble.

Ethan nods, and your dad pats his back. "Nestor! Did you need anything?"

"Just wanted to say hi," he smiles politely.

"Hi," you whisper, continuing to stare at the papers and books below you. He heads back to the ring, shaking his head. He'll try again tomorrow, he thinks. So he does.

Oh You're gonna lose control, tonight You're gonna lose control

Your father and your mother had gone to visit family from their home country, leaving you in charge of the gym for two months.

Ethan had spent every day going up to the desk, and you were gradually warming up to him, little by little.

But then Henry Alexander showed up.

It was a particularly sweltering June day, and Ethan was standing in front of a fan, sipping water, when a tall blonde man carrying a bouquet entered the gym.

Ethan's blood ran cold.

Who the fuck was this guy?

You hadn't noticed yet, typing away. He was too far away to hear, but he could see the man saying your name. You look up, but instead of seeming happy, or a usual shy reaction that Ethan would get from you after a bout of flirting, your face turned pale.

Ethan scrunched his face up. Why were you so afraid? He wouldn't wait long to find out.

Lefty had been exiting the restroom at that exact moment, and standing next to Ethan, looked up to the scene unfolding at the desk.

"Oh fuck no," Lefty grumbled, and within seconds, had bounded up to the desk and began to yell. "Oh Henry Alexander, I know you did not just walk into the gym to harass this young lady. Where do you get off on this? Do you not remember what happened last time?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I can do with my girl?" the blonde man spats out, trying to sadly square up with Lefty.

"Your girl? You mean the one you used to push around? She hasn't been your girl since we kicked your ass, and she should have never been your girl, get out." With that, Lefty grabs the man by his shirt, and throws him out the door. "Don't come back unless you want your ass to be beat," Lefty spits out, shutting the door.

Ethan looks back at you, tears streaming down your face, everyone looking at the scene that unfurled. He comes over to the desk. "Hey are you alright?" He goes to touch your shoulder, but you move away from his touch, an action that wounds him just a little. "Yeah, I'm fine," you cry out, trying to wipe your eyes.

"Are you sure, could I do anything for you-"

"Ethan, I'm fucking fine, give me space, please," you plead, hiding your head in your arms. Lefty pulls at Ethan's elbow. "C'mon man, let's take a walk." Ethan shakes his head, trying to stand his ground. He needs you to know he's here for you, he can help you when you need him. "Son, you aren't going to do much for her right now, let her breathe. Let's take a walk." Ethan is finally convinced to move, and he and Lefty stroll to the back of the gym, with Ethan continuing to watch you over his shoulder.

Lefty looks at Ethan and then back at you, before speaking. "Look man, I'm going to tell you this story once, because the little miss is like family to me, and because I know you're sweet on her-"

Ethan opens his mouth to protest, but a withering stare shoots him down. "Everyone has noticed, son. And I'm telling you this as both context and a warning. A few years ago, that boy, Henry, he started taking little miss out. Only after a while, he started... being cruel."

Ethan fills with rage. Someone treated you horribly, and he couldn't stand for that. "Cruel how?" he spits out, trying to breathe. "First came the yelling, the insults. Then came bruising. She came home one night with a black eye, and that was enough for her father to send us after him. He stopped touching her, but he followed her for months after that, till she went back to school."

"How can he, I mean how can he get away with that? How can he get away with hurting her?" Ethan wanted to chase after the blonde and put him in the grave. He looks back at you, so small and sweet and scared. He'd protect you with his life if he had to. How could anyone think of hurting you?

"His dad's a lawyer. But I'm telling you now, boy, I know your kind, and if you ever think of it, I will put you in the grave. I can only scare the runt, but I'd kill you."

The idea of it was inconceivable to Ethan.

You're gonna lose control Tonight, tonight, tonight

Henry Alexander kept coming around.

At first, it was just walking around the block around the gym, almost as if he was taunting you. But some of the other boxers had seen, and after a few threats and some stares, Henry had stopped.

Not for long, however. Then it ramped up constantly. You couldn't do anything by yourself. He followed you from place to place.

But as long as the gym had people in it, you were safe, for now.

You weren't sure how it started, but Ethan would walk you back and forth in the mornings and evenings, if he didn't have a match. It was safer for you, and besides, you felt the most comfortable with his presence out of all the boxers. You still kept up the walls.

Ethan was a sweet guy, sure, and you thought he was actually pretty cute. But there was a time when you thought your ex was sweet too, and now you had to have a semi professional boxer walk you around every day. So maybe it would be for the best if Ethan didn't get too close.

I get up in the morning to the beat of the drum, I get up to this feeling, keeps me on the run

Ethan had settled into a routine these past few weeks.

It was all about making sure someone was always there, because Henry would also always be there. And Ethan couldn't let anything happen to you. Lefty had trusted him to protect you. Your father, after a few phone calls, trusted the boxers to protect you.

So he was always on the lookout.

I get up in the morning, put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

He had shelved the thought after a while of taking you out. Ethan had understood, really. How could you want to? With an ex terrifying you, dating would be the last thing on your mind.

But he still dreamt about it.

On your walks together, he'd imagine a version of yourselves, holding hands, laughing. He'd kiss you goodnight and hold you.

But then he would wake up and do none of those things. But as long as you were safe, he'd continue the routine.

Oh, you're gonna lose your soul, tonight You're gonna lose your soul, you're gonna lose your soul tonight, tonight

The gym was abnormally empty for the fourth of July. Normally, you would close it, but you had a soft spot for people who didn't have anywhere to go for the holidays, so you opted to keep it open.Other than a few people trickling in and out, it was empty.

What a mistake you had made.

Ethan had only gone to the bathroom for a moment. That's it. He had his eyes off of you a minute. He had just needed to go to the bathroom.

He had been washing his hands when he heard you scream his name.

Ice in his veins, within seconds he was back in the main room. Henry was dragging you across the gym floor, your arms outstretched for Ethan.

"Let go of her." Henry stops. "No, I don't think I will," he shakes his head. "You see, this belongs to me. And I think I'll keep her."

"Let her go now." Ethan's teeth are gritted, and his hands balled up into fists. "What are you going to fucking do about it?"

Oh, you're gonna lose control, tonight You're gonna lose control

Ethan lunges, and Henry drops you, your head hitting the floor. You hear a sickening crack, and Henry drops next to you, wailing. He doesn't wail for long though, as you turn your head to see Ethan scrambling on top of Henry, punching him repetitively. Blood splatters on the gym mats. "Ethan, stop. Ethan, you're going to kill him," you murmur.

Ethan pauses, eyeing you. You're bleeding from your temple, your forehead split from where you were dropped.

His stomach drops for the second time tonight.

"No no no, baby," he cries, clamoring over Henry to get to you. "You're hurt, shit, baby, hold on, okay? I'm going to call you help."

Your vision gets spotty, and your eyes fight to shut, the concussion becoming more and more apparent.

You reach for Ethan weakly. "You saved me."

"I'll always save you. Wait, just, stay awake for me, please."

You're gonna lose control Tonight, tonight, tonight

Looking at you in the hospital bed made him want to rip Henry Alexander's jaw off. To Ethan's credit, he had shattered it pretty badly.

He had been worried he was going to be hauled off to jail, but quite frankly, attacking a Dean's List astrophysics student from Yale did not bode well for Henry, and after threats between his lawyer and Henry's any attempt of charges were thrown out the window.

So there Ethan sat, watching you like a hawk.

"You don't have to keep sitting there you know. You can go home," you smile. "No way. I left you out of my sight, and look what happened," he gestures to your head. "You protected me to the point where I don't think I'm in any danger anymore. You almost killed him."

"I'd do it again." It slips out of his mouth without hesitation. "Which part?" "All of it. I'd always protect you if you needed me. It's why I walked you home. It's why I beat the hell out of that guy."

"But why me?"

I get up in the morning To the beat of the drum

He opens his mouth to speak, but your parents come in. They're fussing over you and checking on you immediately. As your mother combs the hair out of your face, Ethan gets up out of the chair next to you, shifting to head out the door.

Your dad stops him however. "You saved our daughter. The most precious thing in the world, you saved her. Thank you," he whispers, shoving Ethan into a bone crushing hug. "For that, I owe you anything."

He only lets Ethan go with the promise that he would come around for dinner the following week.

I get up to this feeling Keeps me on the run

Ethan had never really been a man to have dinner with a girl's parents. But then again, Ethan had never really shattered a man's jaw for a girl. You had always been different to him. Since the day he saw you, he would have done anything for you.

So there he stood, a bouquet of flowers in hand, in front of the front door. Your mother opens the door, hugging Ethan. "Come in, come, come." He's ushered into the house, where it smelt nice, and felt...homey. His apartment, cold and clinical, had nothing on this.

Your medals and trophies hung the shelves the home, emphasizing how accomplished you were, and how proud you were. It made him feel...a little dirty. He was so rough around the edges, and you were soft, sweet, smart, talented. All he was good at, he figures, is violence.

And hadn't you experienced that enough?

Maybe the best thing for you was for him to back off.

The dinner was quiet. You kept trying to look at Ethan, but for once, he avoided eye contact with you. You were...upset to say the least. All those walks to and from the gym to the front door, you had developed a crush on Ethan.

And maybe a small part of you feels like you owe him for saving you, sure, but you had already liked him. He called you baby, and that had to have meant something, right?

You guess not. Maybe he just did it out of obligation. When the dinner is over, you pick up the plates, put them in the sink, and then head into your room.

As the door to your room shuts, Ethan stares it down. Your dad shifts in his chair, pushing it. "Son. I have to say, I've noticed something."

Ethan turns to look at your dad, nervous. "I know you've liked my daughter. And I know what I said when you met her, about lifestyles and tainting my daughter. But she's a smart girl. She makes a mistake once or twice, but she picked you. And I think she picked right. I don't think one of your buddies would have carried her into the ambulance. I don't think they would have stayed by her hospital bed. You're a good man, Nestor. Don't be afraid of that. She picked you for a reason."

And with that, Ethan finds himself out on your porch once more.

I get up in the morning, put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

He fucked up, is all he thinks, eyeing your window. He stands there, deciding what to do.

And he decides to be absolutely insane.

If you could have guessed how the night would end, you wouldn't guess the boxer you had a crush on would crawl into your room from the window.

"Are you insane?" you whisper hiss. "Sorry, sorry." He gets in finally, crash landing onto the carpet. "I fucked up," he mumbles, before clamoring to his feet. You cross your arms. "About what?"

"I like you. A lot."

"You fucked up by liking me?" you look flabbergasted, and Ethan figures he was about 20 seconds before you push him back out the window.

"No!" he borderline shouts, and you shoot him a look. "No," he whisper shouts, repeating himself.

"I thought for a second...I mean look at me. I'm covered in tattoos."

"Lots of people have tattoos. I have a tattoo."

"That's not the po-where do you have a tattoo?" He shakes his head to stop his train of thoughts, then continues speaking. "I fight, quite literally, for a living. I could have nearly killed that man. His jaw had to be wired shut and he'll be eating soup from a straw for months. I don't have anything further than a high school education...and I mean, look at you. Star student. There is a literal wall of achievements in your living room. You go to the Ivy League. I can't envision a world where I am possibly good for you. You heard your dad. I am scared I'll destroy you."

You look away for a moment, processing his words. "He's sipping soup through a straw because he was going to hurt me. You protected me. And there's more to you than boxing. I like you. And I don't think you're going to taint my life, or whatever. You're sweet. You care. You make me laugh. I am not scared of you. I was scared of Henry, but I trust you. And that's my choice to make."

"And if I did ruin you?"

"That's my choice."

Oh, you're gonna lose your soul, tonight

His mouth was on yours in seconds. He grips at your hips like a man starved, pushing you onto the bed. As you flop onto your bed, he looks down at you, panting.

"You know, I've had my eye on you since the first time I saw you," he murmurs. He crawls on top of you onto the bed, kissing you again. When you part again, he sits up, taking his shirt off. You gawk at him, almost in shock. You had always looked out of the corner of your eye when he was doing his training, but man, you never got used to the sight of how good he looked.

"You like what you see?" He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. You nod. "I always thought you were too sweet hearted to think about that, I guess I thought wrong," he murmurs. His hands grip at the edges of your dress. "Can I take your dress off?" he asks.

You nod. "I need you to give me an actual yes, baby," he whispers. "Yes, you can take it off," you respond.

He didn't need to be told twice.

You're gonna lose your soul

His kisses go from your lips to your neck, kissing down until he reaches the nape, sucking just gently enough to not leave a mark.

"I liked you too," you tell him.

"And here I was, worried I'd wreck you, but I already did, didn't I?" he humorlessly chuckles, before continuing. "Watching me as much as I did you, looking at me half naked all the time."

His mouth attaches to the skin above your breasts, leaving purple marks, you cry out at the feeling. Ethan almost immediately shushes you.

"Can't get caught, angel," he rasps, his hand coming to cover your mouth.

You can't exactly pinpoint at what time later on when he took off your bra and panties.

He makes his way down, kissing and sucking on your skin at various points. He takes one leg and hoists it on his shoulder, before quickly moving to move the other leg.

"Try and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

You nod again, and he reaches to gently touch your clit with your thumb for moment, before putting his mouth on it.

To say he was good was the understatement of the century. You had to bite down on your fist to keep from moaning out, with one of his hands fingering you, the other hand holding your hips down.

"You're doing so well for me, so pretty," he whispers against your clit, going to kiss and suck on it once more.

You cum surprisingly quickly after that, nearly bruising your hand with how hard you bite down it. Ethan sits up, your legs still on his shoulder. "Good girl," he states, a wolfish grin appearing. "But I'm not done yet, if that's okay."

"Please."

"Yeah, I ruined you already," he chuckles.

He pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to where his cock springs free, thick and already leaking.

"Got a condom?" he whispers.

You shake your head. "'M on the pill," you respond. His eyes widen at the statement, and he shakes his head. "Dirty girl."

He rubs himself at your entrance, before softly pushing in a little.

You cry out, but he moves a hand to your mouth, sticking the fingers that had fingered you into his mouth. "Baby, I told you, you had to be quiet. Your dad just became convinced I'm good for you, and I'd hate to prove him wrong already."

He pushes himself further in, and you suck down on his fingers.

"Good girl, you got it, just a little more."

After a moment, he pushes further, bottoming out, letting out a grunt.

You're gonna lose your soul, tonight, tonight

It doesn't take him much longer to move, thrusting in and out with a quick pace. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers, watching how your eyes flutter, continuing to suck on his fingers.

"So good for me, yeah?"

He thrusts harder, watching you groan against his fingers. He reaches down to rub your clit, and your hips start lifting up off the bed, which makes him go all the more faster.

"Gimme one more, c'mon baby, I know you can," he taunts.

And so you do.

Ethan finishes pretty quickly after you, with a couple of soft moans, before falling next to you.

Oh (I get up in the morning, To the beat of the drum)

"You okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face. "Yeah, I'm okay. It was good."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," you shake your head. He outstretches his arms to you, and you scoot closer, letting him hold you.

"It was actually the best time I ever had," you whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. "Best time I ever had," he repeats. "You're so goddamn perfect."

You're gonna lose control, tonight (I get up to this feeling, keeps me on the run)

"You're perfect."

Ethan lets out a chuckle at that.

You're gonna lose control (I get up in the morning, put my dreams away)

An hour later, after the kiss goodnight Ethan had dreamt of on all of those walks with you, he crawls out the window and silently heads home, a grin plastered on his face.

"See you tomorrow," he had whispered. "See you, babe."

He really did lose his soul when he met you. But at least he knew it was safe with you, like you were with him.

You're gonna lose control (I get up, I get up, I get up again) Tonight, tonight, tonight,tonight

D_WI - Ethan Nestor (Crankgameplays)

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a what dating crankgameplays would be like please I understand if you can’t. 

I sure can, who doesn’t love our blue boy. Also has one swear word but other than that it’s clear. Enjoy!

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- Competing with Chica for his love

- Being in livestreams with him 

- You, Amy and Kathryn being squad goals

 - Hanging out in the office with the others 

- Singing duets with Ethan 

- Pranks until you drop 

- Intense af Mario Kart competitions 

- If you go abroad he would be constantly texting you 

- Counting down the days until you get back 

- Skype every night 

- Being the only person able to keep up with his hyperness 

- The others think you’re all innocent and cute 

- UNTIL 

- You stub your toe on one of the office chairs 

- And out comes the most creative and intense string of swearing they’ve ever hear 

- There’s a shocked silence, then Mark breaks out into a grin 

- “Can we keep her?” 

- So many puns 

- Netflix binging in the evening 

- Regular Harry Potter reruns 

- Piggybacks all day every day 

- Quite a touchy couple 

- Constant hand holding 

- Sometimes it’s the whole hand, sometimes just a few fingers 

- 2 am conversations are a regular occurrence 

- “If you turned into a giant marshmallow and then ate a marshmallow, would it be cannibalism?” “Ethan go the fuck to sleep” 

- A loving smile appearing on his face when he sees you interact with kids 

- Giving each other random dares the whole time 

- Neither of you ever failed a dare 

- That is until you dared Ethan to go a whole week without any form of physical contact with you 

- He didn’t even last two days 

- You now own quite a few of his shirts 

- Cute gifts at every celebration 

- Unsuccessful baking 

- Stopping him from running across the road when there’s a tiny gap 

- Having a minor heart attack every time he does something impulsive and dangerous 

- You’re the wittiest person he knows 

- Being referred to as “Mum and Dad” in the fandom 

- Supporting him in everything he does and vice versa

- Literally the other halves of each other

Where can I buy an Ethan

Pillow fort - Ethan Nestor

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where the reader has the apartment to her self and she doesn’t wanna be alone so she calls Ethan?

Sure thing, hope you like it! Also thank you all so much for the overwhelming response to my last CrankGamePlays post, I have no idea why it got such a large response! Let me know if you want a part two!

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“Josh is here, I’m going! See ya later!” Your flat mate Elodie shouted from the other side of the apartment, followed by the sound of the door closing, leaving a slightly disturbing silence behind her. You glanced around, looking for something to do when you realised just how long it had been since you were last home alone. Usually Elodie or one of your other friends was here, or you were at the office with the team.

Suddenly, an idea came into your head and you picked up your phone, clicking on the contact labelled ‘My Bestest Bud In The Whole Entire Universe’ (you can guess who chose the name). After a few rings, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.

“Suuuuuuuh dude!” It said, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey Eth. What’re you up to?” You replied.

“Nothin’ really, just chilling at home. You?”

“Same as you. Anyway, Elodie’s gone out with Josh so I’m home alone and I was wondering if you wanted to come over.”

“Is this the real-life version of the ‘my parents aren’t home’ meme?” Ethan asked, laughing at his own joke.

“Haha, very funny Nestor. So, yes or no?”

“I’m on my way already.”

“No you’re not, you’re still in the same position you were when I called.”

“…that is correct. But I’m about to be on my way!”

“Cool, let yourself in when you arrive.”

“Okay byeeeeeeee!” He exclaimed before hanging up, leaving you to raid the fridge because that boy can eat.

——

If the sound of the lock clicking open hadn’t alerted you to Ethan’s arrival, his grand entrance certainly did. You were sitting on the couch, your back towards the door, scrolling on your phone when there were heavy footsteps and a cry of “INCOMING!”, shortly followed by a dip in the cushions as a second person appeared next to you.

“Took you long enough,” you greeted, barely flinching at his extravagance.

“Yeah, well I was leaving home when I saw a really fluffy pupper and I couldn’t just ignore it!”

“Fair enough. Anyways, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

“I asked you first.”

“Well I asked you second.”

“My point exactly.” “…you got me.” Ethan conceded and glanced around the room, trying to decide what to do. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he leapt up off the couch.

“By golly I’ve got it!” He exclaimed in a British accent, making you raise an eyebrow as you waited for him to explain. However, due to your probably-too-long friendship, you simply followed his gaze and came to the same conclusion as he did.

“Pillow fort?”

“Hell yeah pillow fort!”

The two of you set to work gatherings pillows, blankets and chairs to construct your cosy den in front of your TV. After 15 minutes you secured the last sheet and stood back to admire your work.

“That looks rather good, if I do say so myself.” Ethan said, resuming his British accent.

“Oh yes, it looks absolutely spiffing!” You joined him, making the two of you laugh at your voices.

“After you m’lady.” He gestured to the entrance with one arm.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You curtsied before climbing in and lying down on the floor of pillows and waiting for Ethan to join you. As he settled himself in, you flicked through the movie choices before stopping on the first Harry Potter movie. An idea popped into your head, and you turned to Ethan, a big grin on your face.

“Harry Potter movie marathon?”

“Oh hell yeah!” He exclaimed, prompting you to leave the fort and put in the first DVD. As it loaded you went into your kitchen to get snacks, bringing out packs of crisps, two bags of popcorn and the ingredients for hot chocolate. As you put the mugs in the microwave to heat them you saw Ethan crawling out of the fort to join you, stopping to take a few pictures of it before entering the room.

He leant against the counter, watching as you moved around, preparing the drinks, a small smile appearing subconsciously on his face.

“You need any help?”

“I think I’m good,” you answered just as the microwave beeped loudly at you, signalling the end of the heating. “Can you bring the snacks and I’ll bring the drinks.”

“Okie dokie.” The two of you returned to the fort and repositioned yourselves before you hit play, signalling the beginning of a long night.

——

About half way through the second movie, you started throwing popcorn in the air and tried to catch it in your mouth, Ethan watching you in amusement.

“Try me,” he said, and you complied, throwing a piece at his mouth which he caught with ease.

“My turn,” you said, handing him the bag, marking the start of your new game which had you both grinning and laughing by the time you got to the end of the bag. When that happened, Ethan returned his attention to the movie whilst you observed him for a few more moments, watching as he gazed attentively at the screen with a child-like wonder as Harry fought the basilisk, a small smile appearing subconsciously on your face.

— —

At some point late at night (or early in the morning, hard to tell) you started feeling sleepy, finding it harder to pay attention to the film, your mind becoming more occupied by thoughts of rest, the blanket draped over you adding to your weariness. You felt yourself nodding off slowly, until you gave in and let your mind switch off as you fell asleep.

Ethan, on the other hand, was still very much awake but noticed your sleeping form next to him. He let his body take over as he pulled the blanket on top of you higher up so you would be warmer, but as he released it he felt your fingers wrap around two of his, holding him there. He looked at your face to see if he had woken you but discovered you were still slumbering peacefully.

Unable to bring himself to pull his hand away, he used his free hand to grab the remote and turn off the TV before positioning himself next to you, and without realising what he was doing he draped an arm across your waist as you moved closer to the new heat source, making him blush slightly before closing his eyes and joining you in the land of dreams.

* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

Almost lost you

Requested by @glorious-idiot : Hi! I have a couple requests that I'll condense into 1 Can I request crankgameplays x reader for kiss prompt #11 or 73 Or for dialogue prompt "You need to be more careful" Thank you💙💙

Here you go babe, sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

Potential trigger warning for road accidents, nothing serious at all but just though I should warn anyone who may be sensitive to it.

#11 - ‘I almost lost you’ kiss

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It was another sunny day in LA, and the gentle breeze made it the perfect day for you to go out on a bike ride around town, especially since it was one of your first full days off in a long time. Not that you didn’t love your job, of course it was amazing to be able to work with your best friends every day, but a break from being constantly on the go is always welcome in your books. You had managed to find a fairly quiet route through town, going past a dog park without coming across too many people, which only added to your feelings of contentment as you rode smoothly along on your bike with your helmet on that your mother had drilled into your head that you always have to wear “just in case”. Turns out mother really does know best.

You came to a section of the road where the bike lane disappears for a few hundred metres, forcing you to have to merge onto the main road with the cars. Normally that would be fine, and you did all the right checks before moving across. However, the woman pulling out of the side road didn’t do the right checks, assuming that the road would be clear as she was in a bit of a rush. This meant that the front of her car went right into your bike’s back wheel as you almost passed her, sending you spinning off your bike and onto the ground, skidding slightly on the rough surface of the road.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! Oh fuck!” You heard a voice yell, followed by the sound of doors slamming, which only made your head hurts even more than it did from the sudden impact.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay!” The voice said frantically, and you looked up to meet the woman’s eyes. She was very obviously distressed and freaking out even more than you were, even though you were the one who almost got hit by a car for Christ’s sake. You forced a smile and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly from the grazes on your elbows.

“I think I’m alright. You didn’t get me, just the back of my bike, and I had my helmet on so...” you trailed off, glancing at your body and realising that you had actually got very lucky with your injuries, as your grazed arms and legs seemed to be the extent of the damage, since neither the car nor the bike had been moving that fast.

“Are you sure? Oh my god I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you and then it was too late!” The woman was still panicking, her phone in hand, make you aware for the first time that she had called an ambulance to come and help you.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was an accident, and I’m honestly fine, I promise.” You reassured her, attempting to calm her down, before hearing the wail of sirens getting closer and closer until the ambulance pulled up a short distance from you. The paramedics made their way over to you and brought you back to the ambulance, leaving the woman to continue her small crisis and taking you away to the nearest hospital.

———

“I have to say, (Y/N), you are very lucky indeed that the car didn’t hit you head on, otherwise we may be in a very different situation.” The doctor said as both of you stood up, heading for the door so you could go home. All their checks had come back with no serious injuries, leaving you with the advice to just be extra careful for the next few days.

“Thank you very much Doctor, I really appreciate it.” You smiled.

“Not at all, you take care of yourself now!” And with that, you were left to sign a few forms before heading outside the hospital. It was only at that moment that you realised that none of your friends had any idea what had happened to you, and that your boyfriend Ethan would probably be getting worried that you hadn’t replied to his messages. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialled the familiar number.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?” Came a rushed response as soon as Ethan had answered his phone, which was only after two rings.

“Babe, it’s okay, I’m fine. Now, don’t freak out, but I’m at the hospital.”

“WHAT?? Holy shit what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh my god are you dying?! What’s going on??”

“Hey, I told you not to freak out!” You joked, hoping to distract from the current situation, but failing miserably.

“Well it’s too late for that now! I’m getting in my car right now, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You sighed gently but smiled to yourself, taking some comfort from the fact that Ethan was on his way. About 10 minutes after the call, you saw a familiar car pull up on the other side of the car park and a very familiar face popped out, eyes darting around trying to find you.

“Ethan!” You called out, waving one arm to get his attention. As soon as he saw you he was running towards you, crossing the distance in an impressively short time. Instantly he started checking over you body for any obvious injuries, babbling on about how he got here as soon as he could and how he should’ve been with you to stop you from getting hurt. At that you gently grabbed his hands with yours, putting a stop to the frantic motion and making him look you in the eyes for the first time since arriving.

“Ethan. I’m fine. Really. And it’s not your fault, it was an accident, it could’ve happened to anyone.” It was then that you noticed the build up of tears in his eyes, tears at the thought that he could’ve lost you that day if everything had happened just a moment earlier or later. You quickly pulled him in for a hug, him clinging to you like you would disappear if he let go and you taking comfort in his presence. After a little while he pulled back, looking you in the eyes again.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Please.”

“I won’t. I promise.” At that he gently cupped your face with one hand, the other positioned behind your neck to pull your face up towards his as he leaned down. The two of you met in the middle in a soft but emotion-filled kiss. You arms slowly went up around his neck as he kept your body pressed against his, not caring that you were in public. His only concern was that you were safe and okay and that you weren’t going to disappear in a second. Eventually the two of you separated, but only a short distance, with Ethan pressing your foreheads together gently, the tears still visible in his eyes at such a close range.

“God, I love you so much.” The boy’s words brought a smile to your face in spite of the events of the last day. “Please don’t leave me, if something happens to you again I don’t know what I’ll do.” A few of the tears made their way silently down his face as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every detail. You pulled your boyfriend into another hug, this one less desperate than the last, but the emotion was still there.

“I love you too. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”