Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

bad boy [e]

you heard the low rumble of a motorcycle, and ran out of your house. your boyfriend, ethan, pulled into your driveway on his large black harley-davidson, with blue flames down the side. ethan shut the engine off, and got off his bike. he took his helmet off, and set it on the seat.

"hey, babe." ethan said as he fixed his hair. he walked over to you, and gave you a passionate kiss. he tasted like cigarette smoke, with a hint of alcohol.

"hey. what've you been up to today?" you asked.

"not much. just out with the boys. grayson and i got new tattoos, wanna see?" ethan smirked. grayson was ethan's twin brother.

"sure." you replied. ethan pulled up the sleeve of his black long sleeve shirt. there on his forearm, wrapped in plastic, was a tattoo.

"what is it?" you asked. you couldn't really see it through the plastic.

"it's a compass, with mine and grayson's birthstone in the middle. it's a reminder that we'll always find our way back to each other." ethan explained.

"hmm, for a bad boy, you're quite soft for your brother." you said.

"yeah yeah." he mumbled, and pulled out a little white pack of cigarettes. "want one?" he asked.

"no, i'm good." you replied. ethan shrugged, and put the cigarette between his lips. you secretly hated that he smoked, but you didn't wanna tell him that. it took ethan a while to finally figure out who he was, and you didn't wanna ruin it for him. he smoked, and drank, and loved tattoos. you just had to deal with it. but it was kinda hot, so you didn't complain.

ethan blew his smoke in your face, and you started coughing.

"thanks, ethan." you said, slightly annoyed. ethan smiled at you as he put the cigarette back in his mouth.