Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

dying his hair [e]

you and your boyfriend ethan were at a store, looking for hair dye. ethan wanted to dye his hair pink for breast cancer, and asked you to help him.

"what about this one, eth?" you asked, holding up a jar of bright pink hair dye.

"nope, way too bright. i want it kinda subtle."

you put the jar back, and continued looking at the colours.

"how about a nice lime green?" you grinned, showing ethan a jar of green dye.

"no, y/n. pink!" he smiled, and walked over to you. ethan wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder as you continued to look at the dyes. "i like that one." he said, pointing to a jar of light pink.

"mixed with this?" you asked, taking the same bright pink off the shelf.

ethan shook his head. "it won't look good on me!"

"come on! trust me, it will. this pink will lighten it." you told him, grabbing the jar of pink that ethan pointed to.

"fine! but only for you." ethan quickly kissed your neck and pulled away. he took the jars of dye from you, and grabbed your hand with his free one.

you and ethan paid for the hair dye, and left the store.

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"ethan! it's gonna get in your eyes." you said, as you attempted to apply the hair dye. ethan was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with you sitting on his knee. his hands were resting on your thighs. he was also moving his head around, purposely trying to annoy you. the pink dye was all over his forehead. you were careful not to get any on his eyebrows, but it was quite difficult.

"ethan, seriously. i can't help you if you don't sit still." you told him.

"okay, i'm sorry. i'll stop." ethan replied. you smiled, and continued to apply the dye into his hair.

ethan kept hissing at you, and licking your arm, but at least his head was still. you finished putting the dye in, and wrapped his hair in tin foil.

"let that sit for twenty minutes, then i'll wash it out, okay?" you said, and stood up. your legs were stiff from sitting still for so long. ethan also stood up, and wrapped you in a big hug. you both turned your heads, so you were looking in the mirror.

"i should just leave it like this!" ethan grinned, referring to his silver tin foiled hair. you laughed, and pushed on his chest, trying to get away from him, but he was too strong. eventually you gave up, and stood in his arms, his chest holding you up.

twenty minutes later, ethan was in his bathing suit, sitting in the bathtub. you were leaning over the side, turning the water on.

you took the tinfoil out of ethan's hair, and told him to put his head under the water. he listened, and you started washing the dye out, like how the instructions on the jar said to do.

ethan started splashing you, as you tried to wash his hair.

"ethan! what are you doing?" you laughed as water sprayed up at you.

"nothing." he said innocently, and immediately stopped.

you finished rinsing ethan's hair, and turned the water off. you grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around ethan's hair as he contently sat there.

ethan stood up, and you helped him out of the tub so he wouldn't slip on the water that he had gotten everywhere.

"thanks babe. hopefully you did a good job." ethan smirked, and continued drying his hair. you could see some pink dye on the towel, since ethan was too busy making a mess, rather than letting you rinse his hair properly.