Hey loves. I’m kinda new here, so if you wanna, reblog or follow. The title of this blurb(?) is one of my favorite songs, Moonlight Cocktail by Glenn Miller
warnings: none.
pairing: Ethan Dolan x reader
summary: Y/N wants to dance. They do, but what happens when someone interrupts and she feels overwhelmed?
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“Need is too much of a word, Ethan. But maybe I am knee deep- no, I’m drowning in want. Like a bee in honey,” Y/N muttered out, smiling at the man across her.
“Y/N. Shut up.” He looked at her. Annoyed, but loving. That’s what Ethan felt all of the time. Or at least when he was with his love.
“I want to dance, Ethan Grant,” she whispered.
They were at a fancy ball Ethan had to attend and Y/N was, of course, his plus-one.
She always was.
Ethan hesitated for a second, but a look at her pleading eyes broke his stoic posture, smiling at the way they lit up whenever she danced.
It’s been a long time since Ethan’s last dance. His feet forgot the pattern of the simple dance, laughing when he made a wrong move and their feet ended up bumping against each other for what seems like twentieth time in the last five minutes. Y/N laughed it out.
“If i fall, I’m bringing you down with me.” Ethan smiled, his hazel eyes amused by the way Y/N gracefully moved around.
“You can’t be that bad at Viennese waltz!” She sighed out, seemingly frustrated by the way he clumsily moved his feet.
“Maybe you should find yourself a new dance partner?”
Y/N scoffs, “No. The new one isn’t you,” she cries out when Ethan steps on her toes.
Swearing, she smiles when she catches the camera producing a blinding light.
Jesus, can the pair ever get some privacy?
“Ethan Dolan! Such a wonder to see you here!”
Y/N walked off when she heard her boyfriend engage into a conversation she didn’t want to participiate in.
She sat at the table, drinking expensive wine and politely chatting with the people that were sitting with her.
At one point, she got too tired with socializing, excusing herself and going to the restroom.
“Y/N?”
A gentle knock on the door. Ethan. Slowly opening the door, he saw his tired love and smiled fondly. Even if she was petrified of social gatherings, she did it for him, to have him climb up to the top.
He felt so guilty he just embraced her, his strong arms engulfing her. Warmth and love- that’s what the girl felt everytime Ethan hugged her. He should’ve realized earlier, saw her tired eyes that weren’t shining the way they were when they were dancing and stepping on each other’s toes. Then he realized- the shine died as soon as James started talking to him.
The ride home was quiet. Neither of the two had the strength to talk.
Her navy blue dress was already unbuttoned and unzipped. She hated the feeling of tightness the dress left on her skin.
He took a long look at Y/N. She was focused on the road, looking as dreamy as ever with her messy hair that was put in an updo as soon as they entered the vehicle.
She loved messy hairstyles, and so did Ethan.
He always said they matched her personality - she was wild and untamed, her words always coming out before she thought them out. There was something childish in Y/N- something that made Ethan love her even more, something daring. It was as if you were taking care of a lioness. She could be soft and sweet, but at the same time, she could tear everything, including his heart, apart in a matter of seconds. It was a game of luck.
Behind the antisocial and lonely girl, she was bonkers. And just when you thought you reached the bottom of her craziness, you discover you have an underground garage full of crazy.
And Ethan loved that.
There was a handful of perks dating a girl slightly off her rockers.
There was something rewarding in handling her like no one else can. He just had to dig deep enough to find the chest with hidden treasure. And among other things, part of the treasure were exciting conversations, R-rated movies, and getting drunk on a Thursday night.
Soon they were home, Ethan in his sweatpants and Y/N in his old white shirt.
She walked over to the pool, a bottle of wine in her left hand and two wine glasses in her right.
Ethan walked out behind her.
She sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her legs in the water, and setting the content she carried softly onto the ground.
“Where’s Gray?”
“Oh, he told me he was staying at Becca’s tonight.”
Y/N smiled.
They drank the wine Ethan poured into their glasses.
Suddenly, she stood up and twirled, sighing when she looked down.
“I’m bored,” Y/N said hazily, the wine getting to her head
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t have an idea.”
“Let’s teach me how to dance.”
“Whatever.”
And that moment, Ethan knew she was a pure soul.
And when you are a pure soul, you don’t lose people. People lose you.
