ethan dolan imagines

badboy//three

photo above...kinda is what ethan will look like in this. cheesy but ETHAN LOOKS SO FUUUUU-

"trust me when i say you shouldn't want to even talk to me. you know what i'm capable of," he says trying to sound frightening, which is working pretty well.

"i don't care," i say calmly stepping closer to him. he finally meets my eyes and his breath unsteadies.

"if you really want to hang out with me then be ready at 6pm and i'll pick you up," he says keeping his eyes laced with mine.

"what?" i say surprised that he surrendered. "how do you know where i live?" i question. he gives me the usually cocky smirk that for some reason drives me crazy.

"i have my ways."

Your POV
i'm weirded out by how mysterious he is, which at the same time, is so mesmerizing. i feel so weird thinking that way. should i be liking someone that looks trustworthy?

this is just a one time thing, he'll just be a phase just like all my other crushes.

i put on something new to wear before hearing my phone go off. it's from an unknown number.

unknown: hey i'm here

i knew this was ethan, but how did he get my number?

you: how the hell did you get my number???

ethan: i'm waiting outside

i scoff at my phone thinking why he did answer my question. but i'm used to it already to him. he never answers simple questions.

i walk outside but immediately stop when i see a large motorcycle controlled my ethan wearing a leather jacket. i feel every ounce of my blood drop.

"you r-ride a motorcycle?" i ask stutter cause of how nervous i am.

"there are reasons to why i'm called the badboy in school y/n," ethan says and i swear i can clearly see his smirk from the distance. this is very bad. i'm scared beyond. but ethan looks so good in his ripped jeans and leather jacket.

"are you coming on?" ethan says snapping out of my thoughts. i must have been stand there staring for a while.

i don't want to do this but everyone demands for extra adrenaline. "yeah s-sorry," i say.

i walk to the side of the bike, ethan staring at me intensely through his sunglasses. i feel my face heat up but i try to make it go away.

i don't know what i'm doing, but i sit myself behind ethan on the bike, my chest pressed up against his rock hard, but warm back. his body stiffen up a little. "h-hey do you want a helmet in case?" he stutters turning his head, giving me a clear view of his noticeable clenched jawline.

maybe i need a helmet. "nah i'm f-fine," i obviously lie.

"are you sure cause there's one in the bag behind you," he says pointing and the bag behind me.

i was about to repeat myself, but the possible things that could happen with me not wearing a helmet is scaring me. so i unzip the bag, grabbed the helmet and placed it on my head.

i fumble with the helmet strap because it got stuck in my hair. "shit," i whisper but it was loud enough for ethan to hear.

"oh my god you need help," he says giving me a bitter laugh, making me feel embarrassed. he gets off the bike to get a better view of my mess. we were inches away from eachother, but that didn't bother ethan, but it made me feel something.

he lifts up my helmet after pulling my hair gently away from the strap. he gathers my hair up, touching my neck and cheek attempting to do so, making my body go weak. he puts the handful of my hair on the back of my neck, then places the helmet on top again.

he straps the helmet on easily and slaps the top of it to feel that it's secure. "easy," he says with a cocky smile.

he sits back in front of me, my chest pressed against him again. i dare not to make a move cause of how scared i was. but then i felt his hands grab on to mine. "you need to wrap them around me y/n," he says moving my arms around his waist. i clasp both of my hands together, securing myself around ethan. i feel his abs through the leather jacket. feels good.

i had a goal to get over him after this. i was wrong.

i hear ethan start up the bike, making my heart fly out of my chest. this is freaking happening to me.

the next thing was the bike moving, gradually gaining speed, making the hair behind me dance with the wind.

ethan stays quiet, only the sound of my heavy breathing and the engine of the bike. i was frightened beyond. his bike leaves the neighborhood but i feel like he left my soul beck there from how fast he's going. my arms are shaking around ethan, trying to remind his how scared i am at this moment.

"loosen up a bit y/n, this should be fun," ethan says actually calming me down with his unusually peaceful voice. my grip around ethan calms down, and i rest my head to feel the calming breeze, sending chills down my skin.

i turn my head up to see the sunset already starting. the sky looks dramatic, vibrant colors above us. it was beautiful. red, yellow and pink hues fill the sky, reflecting on ethan's jacket. i let out a sigh of relief. the way i feel now is free-minded, calm, and actually really deep into this feeling. imagining doing this with ethan every day is a way to make me smile towards the sky. imagining everything we could actually be looks and feels so magical.

i rest my cheek on ethan's back, feeling the warmth his body gives.

i feel his right hand touch my right hand, lifting it up and placing on top of my other hand, obviously wanting me to secure myself a little more around him.

there was this sense of protectiveness ethan was giving out. the way he was mindful of when i needed the helmet, and the way he's showing it right now. and for some reason, i felt safe holding him.

the bike came to a stop to a red light. ethan's hand remains on my two hands gripped together. he squeezes both of them. "you okay back there," he says. i notice he's looking at me from the mirror, noticing my cheek pressed up against his back shoulder. my blush creeps in, blending wth the the colors of the sky.

"i feel good."

um yeah part four coming up soon. i attempted to get their whole night together into one part but i felt like the motorcycle part was very important.
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sadly i might attempt to take a small break from this since i just started school.
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school's fine i guess, it's just that, sadly (not), most of what i did this summer was reading and writing fanfiction so i have no clue to how to socialize in school.
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only close friends of mine at school know about my uncontrollable obsession with the dolan twins, but when i try to talk to them about the dolan titties they get weirded out...so that's why i have internet dolan friends aye...CAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE ANY SHAME TALKING ABOUT THEM FOR A FUCKING HOUR OR MORE. thank god i have dolan friends cause if i didn't...that would be sad.
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again i am ATTEMPTING (not) to take a break from my main life (wattpad) to focus on school (which won't happen).
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bye hoes
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