一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

twenty four ☆ - ditto

ethan woke you up. it seems as though he had been sitting, eating breakfast and watching you for a while.

just at a good part of your dream, ethan dropped his phone on the floor, causing a large thump noise on the floor. "shit," he mumbled, picking his phone back up and looking at the screen.

he sighed loudly. "i fucking cracked it. of course." his tone got madder. meanwhile, you lifted your fists to your eyes and rubbed softly, opening you eyes.

"eef?" you turned your head to look at him. he looked over at you, and instantly, the anger in his face and tone melted away. "hi, honeybun," he said, getting up for his chair and kissing your cheek softly.

"i'm sorry.." you whispered. "for last night."

ethan just shook his head. "don't apologize now, (y/n)." he said, sitting down by you. "how'd you sleep, beautiful?"

you blushed. he was showering you with compliments. he must've felt bad, too. "fine.. chica was with me, i guess she left." you looked under you arm. no fluffy ball of golden fur. "what about you?"

"fine. i took a shower, and mark washed my- your clothes." he nodded. "you need a shower, sweetheart. you want to go now?"

you nodded. you needed to wake up. a hot shower would do it.

ethan offered you a hand up. you took it. you got to your feet.

his hands wrapped around your waist. he looked like he was about to kiss you. you shook your head. "too.. soon." you said.

he sighed, but accepted so. he took a step back. "okay. go shower, hun. i'll be here, figuring out where to get my damn phone fixed." he chuckled.

you left and headed for where you thought the bathroom'd be. you knocked, and without any answer, opened the door.

mark was there.. shirtless. it wasn't the bathroom but instead what you assumed to be mark's bedroom.

"oh, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i-" you turned to leave. mark smiled and shook his head. "nothing you never saw before."

"while you're here, uhm, i just wanted to... talk to you." he said. you closed the door and sat against it.

"i just wanted to make sure that... everything is okay between us?" he shrugged and sighed a little, looking down at his lap. "i'm still so sorry for dragging you into this mess. to be honest i was... high on fatigue and maybe a little bit of weed? not enough to impair me but- but enough to make my judgement blurry."

"mark.." you mumbled. you hated seeing him so upset. you got up and embraced him in a hug.

it reminded of you that last week, hugging him and crying into his chest. he now did the same.

"(y/n)," he said. "i would never purposely hurt you."

"ditto."