Just Your Normal Girl || E. Olsen x Male!Reader Imagines¹

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Lizzie's PoV

Ethan told me he'd be out tonight with his staff in a bar. He always tells me everything, and I appreciate him being honest all the time. I put my complete trust on him. He told me not to wait for him since he'll be home late. I know I couldn't but I agreed anyway. I'm currently on break since the next movie I'll be filming will start next month.

Fast forward, it's already 11:00 PM.

I still couldn't sleep, I really want to wait for him. I don't wanna message him and get his attention away from his crew, he deserves to have fun with the boys.

I was still watching some videos on my phone when an incoming call popped up. It's Ethan. "Hey babe, what's up? Are you on your way home?" I asked. "Sorry, this isn't Ethan he's in uh, a situation right now."

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. "He's drunk. Like seriously drunk. Can you pick him up?" he asked. "Of course, I'll be there in fifteen. I hanged up and got all the stuff I need before rushing downstairs to  my car.

That's so not like Ethan. He's not a heavy drinker. Something must've happened, and he didn't tell me. I drove there as fast as I could. I was about to enter the bar when what I saw inside broke my heart. Ethan was talking to a couple of women, who looked like dancers. It was clear that they were seducing him. I couldn't help but be angry and sad at the moment. Would he give in? No, he isn't like that.

I tried to get inside but without being noticed. I stood by the door and listened to their conversation.

"Hey Mr. Hot Smith~" One of the dancers said. "Hi." He simply said, completely ignoring the two. "Would you like us to give you a massage?" The other woman asked. Anger tries to take over me but I tried to calm down. No. Not yet.

"No, thank you." He replied. "Or maybe perhaps you'd like more drinks, Mr. Smith?"

"No thanks, I think I've had enough." He said in an irritated tone. One of the women attempted to undress him. He didn't move as his eyes were closed. I couldn't take it anymore. I marched in to give them a piece of their mind. I stopped at my tracks to see Ethan's hand on her wrists. "I said stop! I have a wife!" He yelled. A wife? Is he talking about me? Or is he already married and he didn't tell me?

"I don't see a wedding ring. The other woman said. "I left it at home, now scram! Only my wife can touch me!" He yelled, choking in his own words. The women left and I quickly ran up to him. "Babe, hey I'm here." I said hugging him. "You okay?" I asked

"I said I have a wife!" He swat my arm. Is he talking about another girl? Maybe he didn't tell me he was married? "What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"My wife. Only Miss Lizzie Olsen can call me nicknames like babe or touch me!" He slurred. My heavy heart soon faded as I couldn't help but smile at him. He remembers me even when he's drunk.

I noticed half of his shirt is wet, and the smell smells like alcohol indeed. "Babe it is me, Lizzie." I finally introduced. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Babe? You're here! Oh wait no stay away! I smell!" He said.

"You do." I laughed. "Now come on, I'll get us home. I carried him with his arm over my shoulder as I helped him balance and walk. "You shouldn't have come, you should be sleeping." He said. "No, I was still up anyway, I couldn't sleep without you by my side. He smiled through his drunk face. "You missed me."

"I did." I said as I helped him get in my car. I drove us home and helped him enter again. He plopped down the couch as if he's exhausted from the whole day that passed. "Hold on, I'll get your clothes." He just groaned in response.

I returned with his clothes and started to undress him. "Whoa babe, I though you said it's too early for that?"

"No no, I'm just changing you. Don't worry I knew that. I've seen you in your underwear before anyway." I chuckled.

"This is so embarassing." He said moving his body. "I should be the one taking care of you. "We help each other remember?" I said finally putting on his shirt.

"Yeah, that's why I love you so much." My heart stopped. We never said we loved each other yet. Maybe he's just drunk. I asked him, "You love me?"

"Of course I do. Who wouldn't love a pretty, talented and kind  girl like you?"

"Well, I love you too, Ethan." His eyes jolt open. "Wait, you do?"

"Mhm." I sat beside him, not leaving eye contact. "Well then good, because I really love you too, Lizzie. My wife." I giggled. He thinks we're already married.

"I love youuuuuu...." he said leaning on my head. I did the same. "I love you too, my idiot."