okay i really REALLY REALLY need a plot where a drug dealer and a stripper fall in “love”. like they’ll a be bad ass couple and always have sex and get high and do everything that’s illegal. but also angsty bc they’re both alphas and it’s all very complicated as fuck bc they don’t wanna talk about feelings but they have to. and he’ll get jealous at times bc she’s stripping for other men so as soon as she’s done with her show he’ll fuck her somewhere in the back and makes her scream she’s his. and he’ll be on the streets all night to sell his drugs and she’ll be like where the fuck have you been, your not seeing other girls right? so basically just very toxic and smutty and much more omg plsss!
(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot
Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^
Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore
“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.
Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.
“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”
You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”
The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.
You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.
“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.
Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.
Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.
“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.
“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.
“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.
“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”
You began to smile to yourself.
The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.
‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.
Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.
Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.
Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.
You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.
Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.
‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.
“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.
You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.
“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.
You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.
Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.
Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.
“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.
“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.
The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.
So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.
And his hair, was blue.
“Sorry about that.” he admitted.
“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.
He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.
“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”
“Don’t mention it!”
“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”
“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”
You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.
Ethan shook it heartily.
Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.
“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.
Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.
“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.
Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.
“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.
“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.
Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.
You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.
Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”
Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.
They started to chat his name.
You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.
“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.
The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.
“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”
The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.
“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”
❆ ❆ ❆
You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.
You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.
The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.
“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.
Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.
“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.
“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”
Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.
“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”
“I sure will.” you said.
“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.
“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.
“My favorite one is a guy that I nicknamed Fernando. He has long shoulder-length hair and a moustache and sometimes a little goatee and usually works as a sort of janitor figure or whatever, whatever’s needed. He’s been my favorite I think, just because of the elaborate backstory I’ve given him as a flamenco-dancing assassin.” - Matthew Rhys
“Our favorite, the one that all the ladies like, is Fernando. |Laughter] And Fernando is spanish. We decided he’s a flamenco teacher and he’s incredibly sexy.” - Keri Russell