ethan dolan imagines

clingy and childish

IDK WHY BUT HIM IN YELLOW SHOULD BECOME A CONCEPT JAKDKSKSJ HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL IN YELLOW!!!^^^^^
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sorry if there are errors in it i'm finally warning y'all. i'm not good at my grammar sadly but i do my best.

ethan's really dependent on you and really clingy. he loves the comfort and love you give to him.

he may act like a child for his age but he's 17 y'all present day him with a youthful heart😭

Your POV
i flutter my eyes open from the bright rays of sunshine through my window. i let out a heavy breath, almost a yawn, and stretched out my legs and arms, making me groan too.

a weight was on me, and i was trapped in it. it's clinging on to me not wanting to let go. i look at the person that i most certainly love clinging on to me. such a beautiful, and strong yet sensitive boy holding me close, his breath hitting my chest. his arms and legs trapped me in his warmth, but i'm totally fine with it. his soft hair was all ruffled up in a way that made me giggle. such beauty.

i love him so much, i let him hold me close, i take care of him like a mother, and i comfort him like one too. but i'm not mad.

ethan is too perfect.

he wakes up, i can tell by his chest rising and falling at a quicker pace against mine. i know that he's awake also by the feeling of his long lashes on my chest moving.

but he doesn't rise off of me nor reminds me he's awake. he keeps it quiet, hoping that i wouldn't leave from his grasp or tell him to get off. i knew that he was awake, he probably doesn't know that i know, but i allow the silence just like the whole night.

but i run my hands down his naked back to comfort him, which is something he loves to feel. comforted and loved. i feel his stressed muscles calm down, and his eyes close and his heart beat slowing down.

"hey y/n," he spoke tracing little patterns on my collarbone. i flutter my eyes open, we must've fell asleep again for another hour.

i felt his chin on my chest watching me so i tilt my head to get a better angle of his light eyes. his pink lips curl up in a smile that i couldn't get enough of, since it shows his small yet defined dimples.

"good morning e," i say then see him reach his fingers to comb through my hair, pulling a strand behind my ear, sending a good feeling down my spine. it's that tingling feeling from a simple loving touch, good feeling.

"how did you sleep?" i drag since i just woke up. his cheeks changed it's color to a pink when i asked that.

"i probably had the best sleep ever," he says, just like what he said yesterday and the day before and day before, week ago...you know what i mean. he's dependent on me for comfort, which is okay. it's okay if he's like that, and he loves it then it's fine by me. as long as he's happy.

"are you hungry?" i ask him. he shrugs, "maybe...?"

"what if i made pancakes?" i ask them fell him rise out of bed before me, which is rather surprising.

"okay," he says getting excited. he puts on a yellow sweatshirt on before practically jumping into the kitchen (i had to have him wear a yellow sweatshirt okayyyyy!?!?!)