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buttercream-squad-imagines · 3 years

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Best Birthday Ever

Pairings: Ethan Payne x fem!reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader, BambinoBecky x best friend!reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Some strong language Request: Hey :) I was wondering of you could do something like the reader thinks the boys forgot their birthday when they were just planning something for them, maybe a bit of an emphasis on Ethan x reader? totally fine if you don't want to do it, have an amazing week you deserve it!

You were 21 when you first moved to London from your little town in Wales over two years ago now. You were lucky that you were able to afford to live comfortably, especially in a city that was notoriously expensive. You were a model and influencer, having been scouted by an agent when you were 18. Finally earning enough from your job, you moved to Central London - as your career was taking off, the number of shoots that required you to be in and around London had skyrocketed, and so, you came to the decision that you would move, already practically living there.

The move was pretty daunting, but you were lucky in the sense that you had ran into your childhood best friend, Becky, within weeks of moving there. You had lost touch over the years but after finding out that the two of you now lived within walking distance of each, you quickly swapped numbers and arranged to meet up. The two of you fell back into your friendship easily and once again became one of your closest friends. It was through her you met the majority of your friends, the two of you so similar that it was hard for anyone not to like you if they liked Becky.

You had grown particularly close to a group of boys known as the Sidemen as well as some of their girlfriends. Many of them were borderline alcoholics, right up your's and Becky's alleys and so the two of you had partaken in a great number of nights out with the group of friends. A great number of nights out that ended up with quite possibly the worst hangovers later.

Your birthday was coming up soon, something you were very excited about. Of course, you were, it was another excuse for a piss up with your nearest and dearest. You had thought about spending your actual birthday in London with your friends and then travelling back home a few days later to celebrate with your family. You quickly deflated, however, as every time you brought up making plans with your friends, they brushed it off, others telling you they would be unable to make it due to plans clashing. It was quite upsetting to you, as you could be very sensitive at times, something you knew your friends were aware of, but as a people pleaser, you acted as though it didn't bother you.

But they all knew. They felt so guilty, especially Ethan. It was his idea after all. It was obvious to everyone but yourself and him that you both liked each other, painfully so. But neither of you could accept the idea that you liked the other, something that frustrated the others to no end.

Ethan had suggested a couple of months ago that they throw a surprise party for you. Your friends all thought the world of you. You were such a kind-hearted person, always looking out for other people. They wanted to do something nice for you and with your birthday coming up and Ethan suggesting a surprise party, there was no protests.

On your birthday, you woke up with the optimism that your friends were playing some sort of practical joke on you. Excitedly, you grabbed your phone from its place on your bedside cabinet to see the messages that had been left. The wide smile on your face slowly faded however as the only happy birthday wishes you received were from fans on twitter and instagram. Not even your own mother had texted you. You forced the smile back on your face as you assured yourself that it was still early and that there was plenty of time for your loved ones to text you.

You sent a text to Becky asking her to meet up for lunch, wanting to spend some time with your best friend on your birthday, however, she had replied shortly after telling you she had already made plans with her boyfriend. Now, on the verge of crying, you texted Ethan.

'Fancy meeting up? Lunch on me, need a friend today :( x'

Ethan quickly agreed, insisting that he be the one to pay for food, instantly feeling awful about the situation. This was his idea, and it was obvious that you were hurt. But he assured himself that the facade would only last a few more hours. A few more hours he doubted he would last. He couldn't give in now, though. It had to be worth it at least.

Feeling the tiniest bit better, you began readying yourself for your lunch date with Ethan, dressing yourself up a little more than usual. It was your birthday after all.

An hour and a half later you found yourself waiting in a small cafe not far from your flat, waiting for Ethan to arrive. The chime of the bell on the door brought you out of your thoughts, causing you to look up. You met the boy's bright blue eyes as he strolled over to the table with an infectious grin spread across his face.

"Hey, lass!" He greeted, embracing you in a warm hug.

"Hey, Eth." You smiled as you both took your seats opposite each other.

"Everything good?" He asked.

"Peachy." You replied. Your small smile slowly faded from your face as you realised Ethan hadn't wished you a happy birthday and had probably also forgotten.

"Why?" He frowned, inwardly feeling awful. You laughed bitterly and muttered out that it didn't matter, tears threatening to form in your eyes. Turning your head, you blinked furiously to keep them at bay, the hurt you felt knowing the boy you liked couldn't even remember your birthday crushing you. Plastering a fake smile on your face, you force yourself to make conversation throughout the meal. In your opinion, you deserved an Oscar. You truly believed you had Ethan fooled but you didn't know how well the boy knew you.

He noticed how your smile never reached your eyes and the missing crinkles around your eyes that appeared whenever you were truly happy. Your laugh didn't sound as melodious, and your voice sounded as though it was on the verge of cracking at any given moment. It was enough to make his heart heavy.

"Do you mind if we stop at my place on the way? I've left something there." Ethan asked.

"Sure." You said. The next step of the plan was complete, and you were closer to finding out that no one had forgotten your birthday. It was something Ethan couldn't wait for, he felt so guilty about making you feel so bad.

You watched as Ethan unlocked the door to his flat, allowing you to go in first like the gentleman he was. You walked through as Ethan turned on the lights, being startled by a large group of people jumping out and shouting surprise at you. You looked around, taking in the faces of all your friends and even your family. Tears started forming in your eyes as you realised they hadn't forgotten. You covered your mouth as you let out a muffled sob, your best friend quickly striding up to you to engulf you in a hug.

"I hate you." You laughed through your tears.

"I'm sorry." She pouted.

"I assume this was your idea." You said.

"Nope, this was all Ethan." She grinned causing you to pull back and stare at the girl in shock. Becky was an avid shipper of you and Ethan and him going through all this trouble for your birthday proved that he cared about you a lot. You looked over at the boy who talking to Harry and Freezy with a look of adoration. You smiled as he made eye contact and excused yourself to go talk to him.

"Can we talk?" You asked him after greeting Harry and Cal. He nodded and told the two boys he would catch up to them later. You were led out to the balcony so the two of you could talk privately without being interrupted.

"What's up?" He smiled.

"I can't believe you did all this for me." You mumbled.

"You deserve it, Y/N/N." He told you, causing your heart to flutter.

"Thank you." You said, tears once again threatening to fall. Your breath got caught as the older boy took a step towards you, lifting his hand up to your face and gently wiping a fallen tear from your cheek.

"None of that on your birthday now." He teased gently. His hand remained where it was, your stomach doing somersaults as he stared down at your lips. You watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and swiped across his lips before meeting his eyes with your own. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You told him, the distance between you slowly closing until your noses were barely touching.

"I really like you, Y/N Y/L/N." He admitted.

"Well, it's a good thing I really like you too, Ethan Payne." You smiled, meeting your lips with his. His hands dropped to hold your waist and you brought your own to meet at the back of his neck.

"Happy birthday, Y/N/N." He told you.

"Best birthday ever." You grinned.

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Pub Golf

Pairings: Sidemen x Platonic!reader, Talia Mar x Platonic!Best friend!reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Violence, mentions of stabbing and blood, consumption of alcohol Request: hi! can i get a really angsty sidemen x reader, where someone tries to steal the readers phone in public when filming with the sidemen and when stopping the thief ,the reader physically have to fight and thinks ‘damn, their punches REALLY hurts’ but in reality the reader is getting stabbed by a small pocket knife, and gets stabbed in the face, head and neck, but obviously survives (this legitimately happened to me two years ago) Notes: Y/H/T - Your hometown

Sidemen Pub Golf. Why anyone let Harry and Ethan come up with this idea you'd never know, but somehow you had gotten roped into it along with Talia so that the teams could be equal. You had been put on a team with JJ and Ethan, the other two teams consisting of Talia, Harry and Vik, and Simon, Tobi, and Josh.

You had met the Sidemen through Talia, who was one of your best friends, having met her whilst in school. You were already attending Brit School when Talia joined at 16, and the two of you were quick to become joint at the hip. You had been there throughout the ups and downs of her career, at the start of her YouTube journey, and even the start of her relationship with Simon, and vice versa. She was there for you when you started your career, and consequently, your own YouTube channel.

The boys had wanted you to be on a team with Talia as they all knew that not only were you both lightweights, but also how the banter between the two of you increased tenfold after you had had a drink. Vik was quick to point out, however, that the banter would be in between teams and make you more competitive. Not that you weren't competitive anyway but if you and Talia were on different teams, neither of you would back down. It was a recipe for disaster as the boys would probably be carrying you both home, but to them, content was content.

You were sat in Harry's apartment, currently zoned out whilst Harry and Ethan were reading out the rules. The sound of what was dubbed the 'Sambuca alarm' brought you abruptly out of your daydream, startling you. You groaned out loud, already knowing this was going to be a disaster and you were likely going to blackout halfway through the day, but you were no quitter by any means.

"Come on, Y/N!" JJ cackled.

"Fuck off, JJ." You grumbled, throwing the shot back and pulling a face of disgust afterwards. "Ew."

"Yes, lads!" Ethan cheered, high fiving both you and JJ.

"Come on, Tals." You teased, laughing as she flipped you off and shotted her own drink.

"Why did we agree to this?" She groaned.

"We were promised top links." You laughed.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" The boys all looked baffled as you sealed off the pint in front of you, Talia cheering you on in the background.

"Since when could you do that?" JJ gaped.

"My girl's a dark horse." Talia blurted out with a large grin. This was the third pub, and you could tell the girl was pushing tipsy.

"Nah, I'm just from Y/H/T." You joked.

"Ghee." Ethan laughed loudly. "Well done, lass!"

The others finished their drinks, Tobi sealing it off in one whilst the others struggled, some more than others. You all gathered your things and set off for the next pub, which was about a five-minute walk away. You threaded your arm through Talia's, glancing down at your phone to answer a text from your mum. The two of you had fallen behind the group, you having slowed down significantly to make out what your mother had actually written.

The next few moments happened like a blur. You felt you phone being tugged out of your hands forcefully and let out a yelp of protest. You tried gripping on tightly and throwing punches at the man, Talia having stumbled forwards and was trying to call on the boys, but the stranger did not give up. You felt the man retaliating, throwing a number of punches at you, and let out a scream of pain. All you could think was how much pain you were in. You knew being punched would hurt, but fuck, you didn't think it was supposed to hurt this badly!

"Oi! Get away from her!" You heard the voice of JJ yell. The boys had heard the commotion, any intoxication being chased away by worry.

The man, seeing the large group of boys running towards you, had abandoned his efforts and ran off without your phone. JJ chased after the thief, but you paid no mind, feeling as though you were going to collapse. You fell forward, Simon supporting your weight. There were tears streaming down your cheeks but all you could think about was the searing pain you felt in your head and neck.

"Y/N." Simon gasped, frozen in shock, noticing the blood the coated you.

"Call an ambulance!" Vik yelled, the situation sobering him up as he quickly barked out orders. "Simon lay her down."

You felt yourself being set on the floor gently, a crowd slowly gathering around you, not that you noticed anyway. You were too focused on the pain. You felt hands being pressed to where you were hit. You were confused as to what was going on, but you were in too much shock to question it.

"It hurts." You cried, gripping onto Talia tightly. Your head was spinning, and you couldn't tell if it was from your injuries, the alcohol or just the shock of being in the situation you were in.

"Simon." Talia whispered with fear lacing her voice, tears forming in her eyes.

"The ambulance is on its way." The older boy couldn't tell whether he was trying to assure himself or his girlfriend.

"Ambulance?" You questioned, feeling as though you would pass out at any moment.

"You've been stabbed, Y/N." Tobi told her gently.

"S-stabbed?" You stammered, tears forming in your eyes. "Am I gonna die?"

"No!" Talia yelled. "I won't let you!"

"I love you, guys, so much." You sobbed. "Tell my family that I love them too."

"No, you can tell them yourself." Harry scolded her. Anyone could tell that the group of people surrounding you cared significantly for your wellbeing, the distress they were in making it very apparent.

"The ambulance is here!" Josh yelled, breathing out a sigh of relief as the paramedics rushed over and started handling the situation.

"I'm tired." You mumbled quietly, slurring your words slightly as you were lifted onto a gurney.

"No! Don't go to sleep now, Y/N." Ethan pleaded, but you couldn't keep your eyes open. They felt as though they were being weighed down, your mind slowly drifting off.

You groaned as you heard the sound of a steady beep that made you feel as though your head would explode. Wow, I feel like shit, you thought to yourself. Your eyes fluttered open, still feeling quite heavy, focussing on the group of people around you.

"What happened?" You croaked, your throat as dry as a desert.

"Y/N!" Ethan exclaimed causing you to wince at the volume. "Sorry."

"You were stabbed." Josh, who was sat at the edge of the hospital bed, explained gently. Tears began forming in your eyes once more as you recalled the earlier events.

"You're okay now, Y/N/N." Tobi assured you.

"The man?" You questioned meekly.

"JJ caught him, they've got him in custody now." Simon told you causing you to sigh in relief, tears falling freely down your face.

"Thank you, Jide." You sobbed.

"Hey, anything for our girl." He told you, wiping away your tears gently.

"You're awake." Vik smiled as he walked in the room. "The doctor said they want to keep her in for about a week but after that she should stay with someone, so she doesn't strain herself."

"I'll be fine on my own guys." You assured them.

"Absolutely not." Talia scolded. "You can stay at my place."

"I'll be fine, Tals." You told her.

"Doctor's orders." You rolled your eyes at her strict tone but made no move to argue with her. You just didn't have the energy.

"Well at least now we can put 'gone wrong' in the title." Harry spoke up, breaking the silence. You all burst out laughing at the boy's inability to be serious in these situations. You had the best support system around you, you were truly surrounded by such kind-hearted people.

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buttercream-squad-imagines · 3 years

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NEW MASTERLIST

Sidemen

Tinder Gone Wrong

Pub Golf

Harry Lewis

Secret

Fuck It

Little Red Dress

Tinder in Real Life

Simon Minter

Slang Challenge

Jealous

So, I Get to Live?

Josh Bradley

Let's Do This

Ethan Payne

Best Birthday Ever

JJ Olatunji

Coming soon

Tobi Brown

Coming soon

Vik Barn

Coming soon

Other

WillNE

Weigh In

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Pitter Patter

ethan payne x fem!reader

Request: hey lovely! i absolutely ADORE your writing and i was wondering if you could write an ethan imagine where the reader is pregnant & around 5/6 months into the pregnancy they decide to announce it to the fans (through social media or whatever). & most of the responses are good but there’s a few that are making jokes about ethan’s situation with his dad. leaving comments like ‘hopefully he doesn’t disappear like his dad did’ you know? & so the reader just comforts him and tells him to ignore it all. thank you !! <3

You sat next to Ethan on the sofa, one hand resting on your now quite prominent bump. “It’ll be fine”, Ethan reassured you, taking your free hand and resting the other on your belly, too. Ethan had just uploaded a photo to instagram and twitter, announcing your pregnancy. It was a black and white silhouette of the two of you cradling your bump captioned “Baby Behzinga is due in 3 months ❤️”.

Ethan pressed a kiss to your temple and then you turned to catch his lips in a kiss. “I love you”, you whispered into the small space between your faces. Ethan didn’t reply, simply wrapped an arm around your waist to inch you ever closer to him.

You stood up, wandering over to the kitchen to make yourself a hot drink to hopefully calm your nerves about telling his fans about your pregnancy. “What are the comments like?”, you asked, sitting back down next to Ethan. You watched as he pulled up the instagram post and went into the comments section. A smile spread across both of your faces as the comments of love, affection and support poured in.

Ethan’s thumb stopped scrolling, holding on one comment. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t leave like his dad did lol”. His eyes were glued to the comment. “Ignore it”, you told him, reaching over to close the app. “Ignore any of the comments like that”.

On twitter, a similar level of support was flooding in, as well as retweets from several of his close friends. All of the Sidemen, both Freezy and Lux, Chip, and Charlie had all retweeted the post sharing their love. Of course they all already knew, but it was still lovely to read.

There was an abundance of love and happiness directed towards you and Ethan, but it was hard for him to ignore the negative comments and doubts about him becoming a father. “Ethan…”, you trailed off, reaching over to grab his hand. “Please just ignore them”, you tried to tell him.

Despite your efforts, Ethan stood up and walked off to the bedroom, ignoring you. By the time you’d gotten up and made your way to the bedroom, he’d changed his clothes and was sitting on the bed, pulling his running shoes on. “Ethan”, you said from the door. He ignored you once again. “Ethan”, you repeated.

He stood up and walked past you. “I’m going for a run”, he told you gruffly. You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing heavily as the door slammed behind him.

You walked back into the living room, heading towards the balcony. You sat heavily on one of the chairs out there, looking over the London skyline as you took a deep breath. You didn’t know what to do. If it were anything else, you’d ring one of the boys and ask for their advice, but you knew that not even Josh would be able to offer you helpful advice in this situation.

“Hi, Ruth”, you smiled into the phone when she finally picked up. “Are you free? I could use some advice”, you told her.

“Of course, lovely. What can I do for you?”, she replied. You could hear her smile through the phone and her jolly voice immediately soothed your nerves. You explained the situation to her and then told her Ethan’s reaction. “Oh, dear…”, she sighed.

“I don’t know what to do, Ruth”, you told her, your voice wobbly as tears sprung to your eyes. “He had this reaction in the beginning but I thought we’d worked through that. He wouldn’t even look at me”.

“Don’t worry, my love”, she reassured you. “Wait for him to blow off some steam, you know what our boy is like with his temper, he probably just didn’t want to upset you”, she advised. “Speak to him once he’s calmed down, Y/N. We both know that he loves you and this baby more than anything on the planet”, she told you.

You stayed on the phone with Ruth for another 10 or so minutes, talking about the baby and how excited you both were to meet your bundle of joy. “I’ll let you get on, Ruth”, you told her with a soft laugh. “I’ve taken up enough of your time worrying”, you joked.

“Never, Y/N. You’ve been family since Ethan first brought you home and that’s never going to change. I’ll always be here for you”.

You busied yourself with cleaning the kitchen and tidying the living room as you waited for Ethan to come home. The door cracked open around 45 minutes after Ethan had first left, his footsteps leading him through the hallway and into the living area. “Are you ready to listen to me, yet?”, you asked him, not turning around to face him as you folded a blanket to put back onto the sofa.

“Can I shower first?”, Ethan asked you, coming up behind you to place a hand onto your hip. You turned around, nodding as you leaned forward to lay a soft kiss onto his lips.”I won’t be long”, he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking off to the bedroom.

15 minutes later, Ethan emerged from the bedroom, hair wet and dressed in shorts and a GymShark hoodie. “I’m sorry”, he said immediately, sitting next to you and pulling your propped up feet into his lap. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You don’t deserve that”, he whispered, looking down to his hands as they rubbed the soles of your feet.

“You and your temper”, you laughed softly, shaking your head.

“You sound like my mum”, he chuckled, looking up to you. Once you’d sent Ethan a look, his face broke out into a blush. “You rang my mum?”, he asked quietly. “Is she pissed?”, he asked.

“No”, you assured him, leaning forward as much as your bump would allow you to rest your hand on his knee. “I just needed advice”, you promised. You and Ethan both fell silent for a few seconds, until he looked back to you.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that”, Ethan said with a blush, looking slightly ashamed of himself.

“You’re scared”, you told him simply. “We went through this when we first found out I was pregnant, it makes sense that fans doubting you and making jokes brings it all back up. You know that I don’t think that though, don’t you?”, you asked him.

“Yes… and no”, he trailed off. “I know logically that you don’t doubt me, or us. But there’s part of me that’s so terrified of fucking up and ruining everything. That part of me has no idea why you’d want me to be the father of your child”.

You shuffled over to Ethan, forcing him to shift one of his legs so you could sit ever closer to him. “You’re going to be an amazing dad. You’ve been amazing these last 6 months”, you told him honestly. “You’ve not let any of this get in your way of being the best dad to your baby and they aren’t even here yet. I don’t know what your dad was like, and I’m not gonna start guessing or anything… But look me in the eyes, Ethan, and tell me you think you could leave me and our baby”.

Ethan’s eyes flicked up to yours. “I can’t”, he whispered.

“See”, you smiled, resting a hand gently on his cheek. “And neither of us know how to be a parent, babe. We’re just gonna have to learn the hard way once baby Behz arrives. We’ll make mistakes, we’re bound to. We’re human”, you said softly.

“Thank you, darling”, Ethan smiled, pulling you gently towards him so you could arrange yourself against his chest. “I love you both. So, so much”, he told you.

“We love you, too”.

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Look After You

ethan payne x fem!reader [platonic]

Requested: heyYyYYy this might be out of the usual but can i just request a simple friendship hurt/comfort fic w ethan as the subject? prompt could be whatever you want :)

Ethan: answer your facetime

Ethan: come on im bored

Me: im busy

Ethan: rude i dont accept that

You let out a sigh as your phone started playing the God awful FaceTime ringtone once again. The screen was filled with a blurry picture of you and Ethan on night out, bringing the bare bones of a smile to your face. “What do you want?”, you asked as soon as you answered the call, rolling back over in bed to wrap the covers around yourself.

“I thought you said you were busy”, Ethan tutted.

“I am”, you lied. “No one else is gonna watch my Netflix watchlist, are they?”, you sassed.

“Fine, fine, whatever”, he surrendered. “I’ll go”, Ethan huffed, barely giving you time to say goodbye before he cut the call short.

On any other day, no matter how busy you were, you’d have rung Ethan back and chewed him out for hanging up on you. But today was different. Something about today made you not want to face it, made you want to cocoon yourself in your duvet and hide away from the world.

So you did.

In your cosiest clothes, fluffy socks and all, you were wrapped up in your covers as Netflix played across the TV at the bottom of your bed. You had a barrage of snacks tucked into your bedside table drawer and a cup of tea in the biggest thermos you could find in your cupboards.

A rattling in your apartment disturbed you, forcing you to peak your head out of the covers you’d buried yourself into. Before you’d even managed to pause the TV, let alone emerge from your cosy tomb, Ethan was standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked him.

“Looking after you”, he said simply. Ethan walked over to the other side of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his hoodie, before attempting to dig you out of the covers. “C’mon, I need some covers if I’m joining you”, he argued.

You relented, giving up some of the covers so Ethan could slide in next to you. “Why are you here?”, you asked him again.

“Believe it or not, I actually know you well enough to know when something is wrong with you”, Ethan snarked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dropping it onto the quilt before getting himself comfortable. “Now come here. I’m prescribing you with cuddles”, he pouted.

You rolled your eyes but let yourself be manhandled by Ethan nonetheless. “What’s up?”, he asked quietly into your hair once you were safely encased in his arms.

“Dunno”, you mumbled into the covers that you’d pulled up and under your chin.

“Tell me”, he whispered.

“Just a bad day”, you admitted quietly. “I don’t know what to do to fix it, I’ve tried everything”, you told him, voice wobbly. “I had a shower and I ate breakfast and I tried to clean a bit but I just feel exhausted”.

“So rest”, Ethan suggested easily.

“I’ve barely moved in 5 hours, I’m just as tired as I was then. If not worse”, you argued.

“So take a few days off. You’re probably burnt out”, he told you softly.

“Maybe”, you hummed.

“No. You are. I was just being nice. You look like shit”, Ethan told you bluntly. You snorted half heartedly at his words, letting Ethan know that you truly were not feeling at a rights at all.

“You’re so nice to me. Why have we been friends for 20 years?”, you asked him, voice shifting slightly from the monotone drawl it had been since Ethan arrived. “Can we just stay like this?”, you asked quietly.

“Course”, Ethan murmured, tightening his arms around you.

You dozed in and out that afternoon, Ethan’s arms never leaving you. “Thank you”, you whispered into the dark of your bedroom, the only light coming from the TV screen in front of you.

“For what?”, he asked, voice just as quiet.

“This”, you told him.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N”, Ethan said flatly. “I’m always going to look after you, whenever you need me”, he assured you.

“I know. Thank you”.

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Night Kisses

ethan payne x fem!reader

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London was cloaked in a dark blanket of night sky. Being as high up as you were in Ethan’s flat, you could see a smattering of stars across the sky. You sat out on the balcony, a blanket caped over your shoulders with a cup of tea in hand, as you waited for Ethan to finish filming for his second channel.

You heard the door slide open and felt the chair dip as Ethan arranged himself around you. “Hey, treacle”, he smiled into your shoulder. You let your head fall back against him, humming a soft hello to him. “It’s late”, he told you. “I’m ready for bed whenever you are”.

“Lemme finish my tea”, you murmured, adjusting yourself so you could burrow into Ethan’s chest. You felt the laugh reverberate through his chest as his arms came up to hold you close.

“You’re warm”, he mused, hands sliding under the blanket to stroke the bare skin of your arms.

“Yeah, your mum buys good blankets”, you whispered, shifting slightly so you could take another mouthful of your tea. “How was filming?”, you asked him quietly.

“It was good, just some Fifa stuff so nothing too difficult. I’ll edit it tomorrow while you’re working, probably”, Ethan told you. You’d been living with Ethan during the most recent UK lockdown and he’d been more than accommodating with you working from home.

“Do you want to do a movie night tomorrow?”, you asked him, eyes not leaving the blurred lights of the London skyline.

“Yeah”, you could hear Ethan’s smile without even seeing it. It wouldn’t surprise you if you turned to him to find him already straring at you. “I don’t want you to leave when this is over”, he said simply.

“Really?”, you asked him, turning slightly to see him better. He nodded.

“Having you around... I don’t know...”, he trailed off. “It calms me down, you being here. It’s like I’ve found my anchor, or whatever bullshit they call it”, he said. “Do you wanna stay?”, he asked you softly.

“Here? Like, move in?”, you asked him.

“Yeah”, Ethan smiled. He took your finished mug from your hands and put it on the side table next to him. He reached over to take your hands in his and hold them both between both of his.

“I’d love to”, you smiled, reaching up for a kiss. One of Ethan’s hands left yours, moving to hold your face gently. “I love you”, you whispered.

“I love you, too”.

Ethan helped you up and led you back inside, leaving your mug on the island. You draped the blanket over the back of the sofa before following Ethan down the hallway to your room. You made grabby hands at Ethan as he took his t-shirt off, causing him to laugh as he threw it over to you.

As you changed, Ethan went to brush his teeth and wash his face, and you soon joined him. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you looked at him and saw the toothpaste foam all over his mouth. “You look dumb”, you told him after rinsing your mouth out.

“You’re dumb”, he scoffed, wiping his mouth with the cloth.

Once you’d both climbed into bed, you turned on your side to face Ethan. “Hi”, you whispered, practically nose to nose with him.

“Hello”, he grinned.

You moved the arm that you weren’t laying on so that you could run your fingers through the soft curls amassing on Ethan’s head. He shut his eyes briefly, opening them a few seconds later with his lids looking considerably heavier. “’s nice”, he slurred softly.

You shifted closer to Ethan, until there was barely a sliver of space between the two of you. He angled his head so he could kiss you properly, once, twice, three times. “I love you, angel”, he smiled.

“I love you more”, you told him, resuming running your fingers through his hair.

You and Ethan shifted around again until you found a comfy position with his head resting softly under your chin, your body curled around his. You heard the distinct sounds of an almost asleep Ethan, making you smile softly into his hair. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, murmuring soft words into his hair as he drifted off to sleep.

“Sleep well, my love”.

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