Ethan Nestor X Reader: You Can't Improv Love

You halfheartedly sighed as you nervously shifted from foot to foot. Your brother, Mark, had somehow talked you into filming an improv video with him and his friends. It had been hilarious and a good time until you were put with Ethan and your darling brother was the one to give you the scene and to tell you when to change it. That wouldn’t have been an issue save for the fact that he knew how much you truly adored your blue-haired friend and how badly he wanted to see you two become a couple. So, as he practically smirked up at you, you couldn’t help but fidget with anxiety.

“You are madly in love with Ethan, and you just have to tell him.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you forced a bittersweet smile to hide your sheer anger. Of course. Turning to your friend, you put on a dramatic tone and a nervous expression.

“Ethan, I… I need to tell you something.”

He pretended to look confused as he turned to fully face you. You swallowed roughly and continued with your dramatic words.

“I think I may have feelings for you.”

Mark was quick to intervene by telling you to change.

“I… I feel like you should know-“

“Change!”

You bit your tongue to keep from snapping back at your brother. Putting your hands on your hips, you gave Ethan a more serious look.

“I love you, okay? I just really love you. In a romantic way. Or a sexual way. Not platonic, is what I mean.”

He chuckled, the others laughing at your words as your lips twitched into a smile. He feigned a look of shock before moving to cup your cheek. You would be lying if his touch didn’t make your heart pound against your ribcage.

“I love you too! Not in a platonic way.”

However, he was quick to dramatically turn his back to you. The loss of his touch nearly made a whine escape your lips, but you immediately hid it with an exaggerated gasp. Ethan looked off into the distance with a forlorn expression.

“But our love is forbidden!”

You reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, your overacted words and actions making the others chuckle.

“But why, my love?”

Ethan glanced at you over his shoulder before looking off into the distance yet again.

“I’m married.”

Mark interjected with another order to change. Your friend seemed to hesitate and stutter for moment, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“I actually don’t love you, it was all a lie.”

“Change!”

Ethan paused before fully looking back at you. His shoulders shook a bit as he attempted to hold back a fit of giggles.

“I’m your brother.”

The room was alight with laughter as your eyes widened and you bit your tongue to make your own chuckles subside. He looked just as surprised as you as you shook your head a bit and pursed your lips.

“Oh. Oh, that- That does put a bit of a damper on things.”

Your friends continued to laugh without a care as Ethan turned on his heel and cupped your cheek again. His smile was evident behind his feigned hopefulness.

“But we can still be together, my love!”

You shook your head again, putting your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, probably not. In a platonic way, of course! But I’m 99% sure that incest in frowned upon in most of society so… Yeah.”

Mark intervened with another order to change through his quiet giggles, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from breaking. Lightly taking Ethan’s face in your hands, you grinned despite yourself.

“Of course we can still be together! Brother! Ooh…”

Ethan chuckled right along with you as he brought his free hand to your other cheek. The position was nothing but awkward, but his touch alone made your breath hitch.

“Let’s run away together. Sister.”

You giggled before attempting to compose yourself and feign an expression of longing.

“Okay.”

Wishing you could simply lean in and capture him in a genuine kiss, Mark was quick to end the scene. Ethan finally broke into a fit of laughter, and you couldn’t help but do the same, rather it was a bit forced or not. After you all settled and caught your breath, you edged towards the kitchen.

“I’m starving. You guys want sandwiches?”

They all agreed, and you nearly managed to hide away before Mark offered to help. As you turned your back to the group, your expression immediately hardened into one of anger as you trudged through the door. Your brother let it shut behind him, jumping a mile at the sight of you suddenly in his face with a finger to his chest.

“You are such an asshole.”

You spoke through gritted teeth as you glared at him with nothing short of loathing. Mark watched with bewilderment as you stomped over to the fridge and began to pull out what you needed.

“I’m trying to help you, (y/n)!”

Pointing the butterknife you pulled from the drawer in his direction, your (e/c) eyes were alight with wrath.

“I don’t want your help!”

He sighed as you turned your back to him and began to angrily put together a sandwich. Moving to sit at the small island opposite of you, Mark began to fiddle with a loose receipt.

“You just need to tell him.”

Your angry mumbles were the only response he got. You got on your tiptoes to grab a serving tray as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it at your shoulder.

“Listen. You can either wait until we finish recording and tell him face to face or I can go in there right now and tell them all.”

You froze, the knife in your hand clattering to the marble countertop before you suddenly turned to face him with a near frightened expression.

“You wouldn’t dare…”

He immediately moved to stand before you practically leapt over the island to force him to sit once again.

“Fine! Fine. I’ll do it after this recording. You blackmailing son of a bitch…”

He never took your words to heart, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Your harsh glare didn’t bother him in the slightest as he edged back into the living room and left you to finish making food.

*~~*

The six of you were lounging around and simply chatting while you barely paid attention to the movie playing on the large TV. Tyler was half supporting you as you perched on the arm of the couch, a genuine laugh leaving your lips at some stupid story Bob was telling. However, the sight of Mark giving you a stern look from the other side of the room made you fall silent. You turned to where Ethan was sitting on the floor by your feet, and you forced a small smile.

“Hey, Ethan? Can I talk to you outside?”

Your voice was quiet, making a surge of anxiousness go through his veins. He simply nodded and stood before helping you to your feet and wandering toward the door to the yard. The others didn’t even notice your leave, save for Mark of course, for they were too invested in the story Tyler was now recalling. You shut the door lightly and moved to sit against the fence. The grass tickled at your bare feet as Ethan moved to sit beside you. His close proximity alone made your face flush with a vibrant pink that was lost in the dark night.

“Mark didn’t just give us that scene because he thought it would be funny…”

He seemed to be genuinely concerned at the sight of your nervous expression and your constant fidgeting. His silence was your incentive to continue with a small voice.

“He did it because… I really, genuinely like you… A lot… I mean, you’re cute and funny and sweet…”

You shrugged, smiling a bit in an attempt to relieve some of the tension that had settled around you.

“I mean, can you blame me?”

Ethan chuckled, waiting for you to continue. When you simply sat there and pulled out small clumps of grass around you, he lifted a hand to cup your cheek. It wasn’t dramatic or comedic this time. He said nothing and simply moved to press his lips against yours in a tender kiss. Your shock barely registered before you kissed him back almost immediately, your hand falling to his knee to steady yourself. The irritating thought of actually thanking Mark was lost in his touch, and you found yourself smiling into the kiss. Damn him.