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you and Ethan have dated for about four years. He and you love each other and couldn't want a different life. You and him share a studio apartment together, which was the biggest step in your lives, even though you and him are young. Ethan now wants to show he wants to make it official to you.
Your POV
"Eth. Get up," i whisper. He laid his head on my chest the whole night. i feel him move, but he stayed in his place.
"Want me to make you pancakes, because I want pancakes?" He whispers back. He lifts up his head and sets his forehead on mine. Why doesn't he mind my morning breath?
"Ok. Chocolate chips in them?" i ask.
"Just the way you like it?" He asks back and pecks my lips.
"Just the way I like it," i whisper. i peck his lips back. He stand up. All he wears to bed is sweatpants. No shirt. His bare chest every night.
i'm still laying down. Almost falling asleep but then i feel a finger on my face, tracing tiny circles on my cheeks. You giggle quietly.
"Cupcake?" i hear faintly. i giggle again and cover myself with the blanket. He whispered, "I'm annoying. I'm giving you a wet wily."
i jumped out of bed and messed his hair, and ran out since i knew he would chase me. and it was true. i ran laps around the apartment and giggled even though he was about to get to me. he wrapped his arm around me and spun me around. i'm actually surprised how energized i am right now, he makes me happy.
He went back to the pancakes. He had a spatula in his hand and kept on flipping it.
i run into the bathroom and washed my face. You were about to put makeup on, until Ethan kept on tickling my sides, making me laugh so hard.
"You look so beautiful in the morning," he says. He wraps his arms around me and sways from side to side. i smiled in the mirror.
i giggle and blush at the same time. But i smell the pancakes and smiled. i walked to the big window where you using eat, facing LA. Ethan followed behind with a tray full of pancakes. i hugged him before eating and kissed him. He hardly cooks, i thought what was so great about today.
him and i love pancakes obviously and so you ate about five while Ethan ate seven.
"I love you and good morning!" Ethan says. He's never in this bright of a mood.
"I love you too and good morning to you!" i say back.
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i walked outside with no makeup, as Ethan told me to do, and took a long walk around town. He kept his hand around mine and couldn't let go.
"Have I ever shown you the rose garden?" He asks. i look up at him and smiled.
"No? Why?" i ask back. He started to run, dragging me from behind, with hands still together. i ran with him and i followed him to where he was going.
He led me to bushes of roses surrounding a small pond and blossom trees surrounding them. Bright colors covered the grey ones and Ethan sat on a solid rock bench. i walk to him and sat next to him. i sit there in awe.
YOU ARE READING
ethan dolan imagines
Hayran Kurguethan dolan imagines but ranked higher in grayson books than ethan sO THATS DELICIOUS this shit (somewhat) fluff boo
