Crankgameplays Imagines

My Hero #1

Request: How about an imagine where the reader meets Ethan in a coffee shop, they just kinda see each other and then Ethan wants to talk to the reader and ask them out?

~ Ethan's POV ~

"Im just being honest, Mark, you're short." Amy holds her hands up as though she's surrendering, while Mark stares at her with his jaw hanging open in shock, and I cant stop laughing.
"Ethan is sat right there! He is CLEARLY shorter than me! And you're BOTH calling ME short!" Mark dials down his usual screeching, since we're in a coffee shop.
I shrug at him "Difference is, my height doesnt bother me at all, but you get all defensive about it, which is hilarious."
Amy nods in agreement with me "Not only that, but people dont expect someone with your build to be as short as you are."
Now it's my turn to be shocked "Are you saying people EXPECT me to be short!?! Now IM offended!"
We all laugh and shake our heads at each other, taking sips of the drinks we collected from the counter a few minutes ago, and just enjoying the time we're spending together, without a camera and an audience.

As usual, my lack of attention span gets the best of me, and my eyes begin to glance around the coffee shop, causing me to get distracted by literally everything. At the sound of the bell on the entrance door ringing, my gaze fixes on the doorway, and I find myself blinking rapidly as a beautiful woman casually strolls over to the queue of people waiting to get their drink orders taken. How can she even be real!?! Having to shake my head in order to tear my gaze from her, and I try to focus my attention on the friends sitting opposite me, but despite my best efforts, I cant stop myself from glancing over at her every so often. And, as expected, it doesnt take Mark and Amy long to catch on.
"Jesus christ Ethan, just go and talk to her already!" Mark exclaims, pretending to be frustrated with me and my lack of effort.
"Yeah, you should totally go and ask for her number or something, that's far more productive than just staring." Amy teases playfully, and I sigh at them.
"She wouldnt wanna talk to me anyway, forget about it." I dismiss them, and they both frown at me, but start up another conversation nonetheless, and I try my best to completely forget about the beautiful girl standing a few feet away from me.

Within seconds, the conversation between all of us is flowing as effortlessly as it was when we  first sat down with our drinks, but my mind is still occupied by the ethereal girl. I wish I had a name to put to such a beautiful face. Amy laughs at something Mark said, but I was too caught up in my own thoughts to hear the joke, so I awkwardly laugh with her in the hopes of convincing them both Im present in the conversation. However, doing so is quickly found to be useless, as Amy looks over my shoulder and frowns, her laughter cut short by her sudden concern. Noticing this, Mark follows her gaze, and immediately frowns too. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I look over my shoulder, to see  group of men, standing behind the girl who wont get out of my head. The men are laughing with each other, pointing at the lady in front of them, humping the air behind her, and exchanging inappropriate glances. From the expression on her face, I can tell that she's perfectly aware of what's happening behind her, and she is not comfortable.
"I'd tap an ass as good as that." One of the disgusting creatures remarks, loud enough for myself, Mark, and Amy to hear.
My fingers wrap around the top of my seat, clutching the material as if it's going to hold me in place, and prevent me from opening my mouth.
"(Y/N)!" Someone calls, and the girl releases a sigh of relief, smiling up at the person standing at the counter, holding her drink out to her.
(Y/N)...a name almost as beautiful as the girl it was given to. Her moment of relief is short lived, when one of the guys leans forward and smacks her backside. Before I even have time to process what Im doing, my body brings me to my feet, and I storm over to her, while she spins on her heel to face the culprit with a look of shock, disgust, and fear. Once Im close enough to her, I very gently wrap an arm around her waist, barely touching her, but enough to convince the assholes stood in front of us.
"Hey baby, are these idiots bothering you?" I ask her, praying with every aspect of me being that she'll play along.
I notice her cheeks flush pink in the most adorable way, as she nods, turning to me and placing a hand on my chest.
"Yeah, but dont worry, you're the only one who can touch me like that without getting arrested." (Y/N) flashes a warning glare at the guy who touched her.
I raise an eyebrow "I've heard prison isnt a great place to be for guys who think it's alright to treat women as objects."
She sighs, continuing to play along "Apparently, not even holding onto the soap is enough to save you in the showers."
At this point, the guys are looking at each other with alarmed expressions.
"H-Hey, uh, w-we didnt mean anythin' bad by it, you're just really hot!" They try to laugh it off, but I silence them the second they see the expression on my face.
"Dont EVER try to touch my girl again, got it?" I growl, with a raging fire behind my eyes.
They all nod nervously, then look at each other and make some bullshit excuse to leave the coffee shop, scampering away like frightened rats.
With my arm still around her, we both walk up to get her coffee, and I lead her over to the table with Amy and Mark, my arm falling from her waist once we get there.
"Im Ethan, this is Amy, and this is Mark. Im really sorry for touching you without asking first, I would have in any other situation, but I had to make those guys believe you had someone here to protect you, and if I just awkwardly stood next to you, they never would have-" I begin introducing and explaining myself, but she cuts me off.
"Dont worry, I understand, and it was absolutely fine. Thank you so much for having my back, I really appreciate it. And it's nice to meet all of you, Im (Y/N)." She offers us all a kind smile, and butterflies flutter around inside my stomach at the sight. (Y/N) sits down beside me at the table, and somehow, the conversation just naturally erupts again, as if she had been part of the group the whole time.

During one of Mark's epically pointless stories without morals, one of the guys walks back into the coffee shop, because he left his wallet on the side of the counter. I keep my eyes fixed on him, but dont draw anyone else's attention to him, but (Y/N) sees him, and almost instinctively reaches for my hand, which brings a smile to my face. From that point onwards, she doesnt let go of my hand, and when I tried to let go because I was scared of making her uncomfortable, she gives me wide eyes that are almost begging, and it's then I realise (Y/N) has been left pretty anxious by what happened, and Im able to comfort her. It's almost like the conversation between all of you is a distraction, but holding my hand is the reassurance she needs. Im definitely not complaining.

Once we all finish our coffees, we all stand up to leave, and (Y/N) is still holding my hand, meaning my grin is still plastered on my face. While walking out of the coffee shop, she tugs me away from my friends briefly.
"I'll, uh, catch you guys up!" I call out to Mark and Amy, both of them waving me off in response, and I know for a fact they're going to be teasing me about this for the rest of my life.
Turning to face (Y/N), we stand in front of the coffee shop window, with a cool breeze brushing some of her hair across her face, in the most effortlessly stunning way. Rather than saying anything, she lets go of my hand, only to turn it over palm up, and write something down on it, balling my hand up into a fist as soon as she's done.
"Thank you, Ethan." She tells me, a radiant smile on her face, that I only get to enjoy for a few precious seconds, before she stands on her tiptoes to leave a kiss on my cheek, and sprints away from me.
My hand slowly reaches up to feel the leftover imaginary feathers delicately caressing my skin after an angel's kiss, and for a moment, I simply stand in the street, smiling in shock. Regaining my composure, I uncurl my fingers, to see a line of numbers, and the words "My hero <3", which make me smile to the extent of releasing the crinkles at the corners of my eyes.
As quickly as I can, I retrieve my phone from my back pocket, and fumble to unlock it, before adding her number to my contacts, and deciding to send her a text that's almost as sweet as her.

E: just give me a call next time you need saving, gorgeous ;)

And with that, I shove my phone back in mu pocket and run after Mark and Amy, who are waiting in the parking lot for me, ready to give me a full interrogation. And actually, I dont mind at all.