Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

mornings [e+g]

ethan ;
you normally wake up next to your boyfriend, his large arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you to his soft white sheets as he lays on his side with his other arm under his pillow, and his head.

you're always awake before ethan, since he's never been a morning person. you yawn and stretch, struggling to move with the extra weight across your body.

ethan stirs in his sleep, and pulls his arm away as he rolls over onto his stomach. you prop your head up on your elbow, and softly trace the muscles in ethan's back. he sighs, and slowly opens his eyes. he smiles when he sees you.

"morning." he mumbles, his voice raspy.

"morning." you whisper back, smiling.

ethan grunts as he flips over onto his back, his knees bent and his hands on his stomach. he turns his head to look at you, as you rest your free hand on his chest.

you sigh, and roll over onto your other side before throwing the blankets off. ethan groans as you get out of bed, and head into the bathroom.

grayson ;
you wake up in the morning to the smell of bacon. you sit up in bed, and look to your side. your boyfriend's side of the bed is empty, the blankets in a messy heap.

you throw your blankets off, and get out of bed. you quickly adjust the blankets, making it look neater than what it was before. grayson moves around in his sleep alot, and always makes a big mess of his blankets.

you put some socks on and fix your ponytail before going downstairs. grayson is in the kitchen, making blueberry pancakes and bacon.

you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist before pressing your cheek up against his bare back.

"morning babe." he says, enthusiastically.

"morning." you mutter.

"you hungry?" he asks.

you nod, too tired to say anything. you have no idea why grayson wakes up so early.

grayson finishes cooking the bacon, and turns the stove top off. he puts the bacon on a plate, with you still clinging to his waist and awkwardly walking with him like a penguin.

"baaabbee." grayson whines. "you know i love you but you're making this pretty difficult."

"sorry." you say, and kiss his shoulder before letting go of him. you take a seat at the kitchen island as grayson walks around the kitchen getting two plates, utensils, cups, and orange juice.

grayson puts two pancakes and a few pieces of bacon on a plate before handing it to you. you thank him, and he pours you a glass of orange juice.

"gray, can you say orange?" you ask, in between bites.

"why?" he chuckles, and sits down beside you.

"i like how you say it."

grayson sighs. "orange." he says, and you start laughing.

"i'm not making fun of you, i promise. it's cute how you say it." you say, smiling at him.

grayson nods, trying to hold back his smile.
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okay this is so cute like yes pls

i actually just realized how fast i'm writing these imagines tho like daMN where are all these ideas coming from ???????