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Sweet Talk
( Ethan Winters x gn!reader || dancing in the kitchen )
authors note: title is from a song by saint motel! also this is a request from @smilessssss !! i really hope i did your request some justice! thank you for requesting ＼(^_^)／
warnings: usage of pet names, forehead kissing, no usages of (y/n)
Ethan's eyes drop, following your hands as you slip another unwrapped sweet into your mouth, he's genuinely surprised that you've eaten this much without getting full- he wasn't much of a sweet tooth so seeing you eat that much without even stopping for a sip of water stumped him, genuinely it did.
Another thing that confused him was how you were always so happy all the time, even in the mornings. Even on Mondays, the day of the week he dreaded so much, though there wasn't much to dread on when he had you.
Ethan yawns, palming his hand over his mouth. "Are you done with those, honey? You've already eaten half the bag." He says softly. Ethan was starting to get tired. Lazing on the couch with you always made him sleepy, one way or another he found himself draped over you or under you, fuzzy sock covered ankles interlocked with one another. Right now, his arm was around your waist, cuddling up against you almost obsessively. Love for you sweet just like the candy you were eating.
You, on the other hand, weren't a bit tired in any sense at all. You finish the candy in your mouth, crumbling the waxy paper in your hands and tossing it meticulously over to the coffee table, where the rest of the candy wrappers were. Slowly forming a small pile. A candy wrapper mountain, a mountain of sugar.
"Not yet, babe. I don't even get how you feel tired right now." You reply, glancing at Ethan. You notice his tired eyes drooping. It wasn't even that late in the afternoon, with the sunlight still beaming through the windows. The sun's rays gently waft through the room, and its rays make everything even more cozy. It was bright, yet not too bright. Perfect for an afternoon waltz, you think to yourself.
Maybe it was the sugar running through your veins or the sudden urge to get it all out of your system. You suddenly find yourself standing up from your seat.
Without warning, pulling yourself away from Ethan's grasp, he looks up at you, a bit confused as he stands up as well. Mirroring you, in an endearing way. Instinctively, he holds your hand as you lead him to his little shelf of records.
"What are you planning?" He smiles as you page your fingers through his collection of records. Settling on a favorite of his, Miss D and the Pallyboys. His eyes narrow, playfully as he watches you place the record onto the record player. "Let's dance!" You exclaim, letting go of his hand to set the record in place. Placing the stylus carefully onto the vinyl, music begins to play through the room.
Comforting sounds of a familiar chorus fills your ears as you guide one of Ethan's hands to the small of your back. The other, in yours as you take the lead in a barely-remembered waltz routine, you both took classes on months ago. Ethan can't help but smile, crows feet curling up in the corners of his eyes. He's letting you take the lead since he doesn't remember the steps, but he doesn't mind.
As the record plays, it eventually leads you both to the kitchen. "This is like the movies, right?" He comments in a soft whisper, dipping his head next to your ear. He didn't want to ruin the ambiance or talk over his favorite vinyl.
"Mhm! Just like," You twirl him around, fuzzy sock covered ankles making sliding along the title that much easier, a little less of a falling hazard waiting to happen when you catch him in your arms. You trail off your sentence with your swift movements. "The movies!" You exclaim, with a big smile on your face when you realize the move you pulled off. Ethan realizes this, too, all wide-eyed like a deer in headlights.
You both catch your breath, still holding onto his back for dear life, not wanting to let go and let your husband hit the cold tile floor. "Honey," He manages to stutter out in a somewhat strained voice. "Holding too tight- you're holding too tight." He manages to say, gently tapping you on your shoulder to catch your attention.
"Oh," you utter quietly, quickly pulling Ethan back onto his feet. You dust off his back, smoothing out the wrinkles left by your hand on his shirt. "You did good, honey." He mentions a small smile on his face. "Can't believe you even remember how the routine goes- you did great." He adds, chuckling.
All of a sudden, you feel bashful, the sugar in your system dying out just like your enthusiasm to dance to Lady D and the Pallyboys. "Thank you, honey." You say back, quietly.
"Aw, don't get all shy on me now! I saw how you did all that." He chuckles softly, patting your shoulder again. "You did great." He repeats, kissing your forehead.
More Ethan winter headcanons!!!
-Gives you and rose lots of kisses!!
-Physically can’t say no to you and rose.
-Would rather die than ever think of even cheating on you
- Definitely watches Disney movies with rose, would also buy rose a Disney princess table and tent
-Wants to cuddle you and rose 24/7, especially when he gets home after a long day of work
-Would eat your cooking even if it is bad and still say it’s the best thing he ever ate
-Rose’s crib is full of stuff animals, plus rose doesn’t even sleep in her crib since she basically takes over the y’all’s bed
-Gets Chris to babysit her so y’all could go on dates being all lovely dovey with each other
-Would freak out if you or rose ever got sick being dramatic over it
“No honey, you stay in bed while I take care of dinner.”
-One time you walked on rose sleeping on Ethan’s chest while he slept to. (Definitely took pictures)
-Speaking pictures, has like a billion of them of you and rose. It fills up half his storage.
-Literally cried when rose call him “daddy” and then cried harder when she took her first steps
-gives small nicknames to you like, sweetie, honey, light of my life, cutie.
-probably strong enough to lift you up for a certain amount of time
-once called you cutie pootie (uses that name for rose)
-Overall, he’s the best husband anyone could ever ask for 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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