Request: @rt-fan-trash Could you do an Ethan (Crank) where the reader and him go one a mini gold date and end up angry and screaming at there shit golf skills like in the Golf With Friends game and its hella cute because Ethan is like on the ground yelling at the ball to listen to the reader. Thanks!
âIâm really glad that you came today.â
âYeah, me too! Itâs been so long since Iâve played mini golf.â Ethan had just payed the man at the front and he turned to look at Y/N and saw the excited grin on their face. A smile played on his own lips and he didnât notice that he was staring until they arrived at the first hole and Y/N shook his arm.
A small blush crept up his cheeks. âYeah, Iâm great! Iâm in my natural habitat.â
They raised their eyebrow but smiled nonetheless. âNatural habitat?â
âYeah, Iâm the best golfer alive, this is my domain!â
They didnât say anything else, but the smile on their face turned into a sly grin as they motioned to the golf ball. âAlright then, Mr. Domain, work your magic.â
He hesitated a little before grabbing the golf club and walking towards the ball. âDonât mind if I do!â He swung the club around a little until Y/N cleared their throat, causing heat to crawl up his neck. After stalling for almost a minute, he finally lined up the ball and swung the club back, only to completely miss the ball when he swung back.
âThat was fantastic! Youâll have to teach me that move sometime!â Sarcasm was dripping from every word they spoke as they slowly clapped their hands.
âOh please, Iâm just warming up.â
After another ten tries, however, Ethan had only hit the ball once, but by the thirteenth time, he finally hit it into the hole. The whole time he was violently groaning as he tried to stay calm. He didnât want to look like an even bigger idiot than he already did. Y/N, however, was leaning against a wall with a smug smirk on their face.
âOk Mr., Iâm the Best Golfer Alive, step aside and watch the real champ show you how itâs done.â
                    *five minutes later*
âYOU FUCKING BITCH. GET IN THE GODDAMN HOLE!â
The golfers around them were giving them dirty looks and on guy yelled over to them, âHey guys, itâs just a game, calm down.â
Ethan looked up from his spot on the ground, where he had been yelling at the golf ball, his face as red as Y/Nâs. âHOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?â
Y/N hit the ball again and it passed right by the hole, just barely missing it. âGOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I TOLD YOU TO GO IN THE HOLE.â
âLISTEN TO Y/N, YOU BASTARD.â
They tried again and finally, it went in the hole and Y/N screamed out in surprise. They turned to Ethan and wrapped their arms around his neck.
âI FINALLY GOT IT IN!â
âHeh, thatâs what she said.â
They gave him a deadpanned expression but it soon broke into a small eruption of giggles. Ethan looks at them and smiles but his smile falters, which Y/N notices.
He hesitated as he fiddled with his thumbs. âItâs just that, I brought you here because I wanted to impress you. I was going to show you how good I was at golfing, which I am, by the way! I donât know what the hell happened today, but I am great! And then I was going to offer to show you how to get a hole in one, and I was going to do that cheesey thing like in the movies, you know the one?â
âEthan,â They took a step towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, âIâm having a really great time. I believe that youâre good at golf, you were probably just nervous, I know I was.â
They both grin at each other and continue to the next whole, where Y/N motion Ethan over to them. âGo ahead.â
He raised his eyebrows. âWhat?â
âDo the thing.â It took him a few more seconds to realize what they were talking about but when he did, he squeaked out a small, âoh!â and rushed over to them. He didnât automatically put his hands around them, instead he hovered them over their shoulders until they chuckled and pulled his arms around them.
It only takes a few seconds for him to relax and wrap his arms around them tighter and rest his chin on their shoulder. They line the ball up with the hole but before they hit it, Y/N turns their head towards him so that their faces are only a few inches apart. They can feel each otherâs breath as they both lean in a little until their lips connect.
When they pull away, theyâre both smiling like idiots and Ethan buries his face in their neck. They stay like that for another minute before finally hitting the ball, only for it to go nowhere close to the hole. They donât say anything but it seems like everyone at the golf course is waiting for one of them to blow up. Still in the same position, they look at each other and nod.
âJESUS FUCKING CHRIST.â
âWE CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND IâM HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW.â
âJUST GET IN THE FUCKING HOLE.â
âTHATâS WHAT SHE SAID.â
Theyâre both yelling so intensely that they donât notice the employee walking over until he taps on Ethanâs shoulder and tells them that they have to leave. Supposedly they were being âobnoxious,â and ânot appropriate for the children,â and evidently âyou canât cuss out the golf balls.â After flipping off the golf balls one more time, they leave the course with their arms wrapped around each other and happy grins on their faces.
