ethan dolan imagines

flawless

look at ethan being a big pink bubble of happiness and cuteness!!! he's like "wanna come over and make mini cupcakes? i got pink sprinkles" lmao i'm crying over here^^^^^

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ethan decided to take me to the mall to find a cute dress for me to wear at a party, just some family and friends gathering.

"i thought it would be fun," he said holding my waist firmly while walking into a store. i feel my cheeks heat up just thinking about what type of dresses he likes on me. i feel insecure just thinking about it. i'm scared if he hears what size i need to wear.

i think it'll be embarrassing to ask him to get a size bigger, or showing his a dress that hugs my waist so tight it shows the imperfections that i have. every person has flaws, but i'm like many people that think that the flaws are humiliating. i shouldn't be this way because, it is my body first of all, but i can't help but not want to show it confidently.

i was in my thoughts while i already lost ethan in the dress shop, and now i feel my fingers tangled around since i'm becoming nervous.

i look around too, seeing some dresses that look absolutely beautiful that's makes me wonder if i can pull it off.

"here, try this one on," ethan says behind, which i turn around to find a velvet reflective fabric that's shaped with definite curves and tight corners. my eyes grow wide noticing how body controlling the dress looks since it basically shows what a body is supposed to be shaped while wearing it. there are no straps, more skin left to be exposed. ethan rotates it to show the back and it's the same thing but a patch of the fabric is not there, which means that my back would clearly be visible when wearing it.

my stomach tightens just thinking about how tight the dress looks.

ethan raises an eyebrow, a thing that he does when confused. "do you not like it?"

i love it ethan, i really do, i just don't know if i'll like it on me. "yeah i do, i think it's pretty."

"try it on, it'll show off you curves," he says dragging me into the fitting room, and my stomach contains flies that swarm around my insides like a trap, it makes me want to vomit.

i close the curtains leaving me alone with just a mirror with lights that catches all my acne and stretch marks when i take of my clothes. i press my lips together when my fingers trace around the things i dare not to show, while thinking about the people that entered this store in the first place. they are all so perfect, and even the mannequins make me lose my confidence, which is funny just thinking that.

i unzip the dress, looking at the tag to find a size that ethan chose, which was actually an accurate size for me, then slipped it on like a tight glove. it fits right, but it just didn't look correct on me. it didn't look like how it is modeled online or at the store.

and i continue looking at myself through this exposing mirror, getting nervous. the flies whirl around my inside like a tornado of anxiety and pressure. i feel disgusted of myself.

"how does it look?" ethan says from the other side, making me jump and the flies inside too. i turn around to find ethan peering through the curtains, i wasn't bothered by that though, it's just that i didn't want him to see me like this.

yes, he's seen me without some clothes on and he honestly didn't care on bit, he just kept on throwing all of these wonderful words about my exterior, but this feels different; i feel pressured to look a certain way now.

"y/n," he says looking at me up and down, making the flies inside jump suddenly. "turn around," he says clearly dazed by...me i guess. i turn my body and i see myself in the mirror again and it shows all my visible flaws that make me want to punch that reflection.

he comes inside the small room, now able to see more, since he's up close.

i gaze at ethans reflection through the mirror as his hands find there way on my shoulders, his eyes on the reflection of me. "damn you're so beautiful."

i couldn't help but smile when he moves my hair around, some over the shoulder to my chest while some on my back. the flies inside seem the settle. "the color looks perfect on you," he says feeling the rather soft fabric now on my waist. "and you fit it so perfectly," he says making me press together thinking about what's his type of perfect.

his hands makes the color of my cheeks turn rosy as they feel my hips, his eyes still looking into mine through the mirror. "you got some beautiful shape, babe, hope you know that," he speaks, gazing at me heavenly through the mirror.

"thanks, e," i say grasping on to his hands as they move around me like it were like a glass vase, holding me like a treasure, like i'm important and fragile, special. my imperfections mean nothing to him, he seems so lost in me, delicately feeling the fabric. "you just, you're just jaw-dropping, i don't know what else to say..." he says.

"you're flawless," he speaks now wrapping his arms around me kissing my heated cheek from behind. i'm still surprised at what he believes is perfect. apparently i'm an example of perfect in his eyes, and that's all i need. all the worries behind, the swarming flies released, the entire atmosphere feeling light, and i feel weightless in ethan's arms.

"thank you ethan," i say grinning when our hands lace together.

"everyone's probably jealous about how you'll look in front of them," he says. "they'll wonder how lucky i am to hold you."

"really?"

"it'll be obvious, do you like it?"

i peer at myself, gazing at the way i look in this dress. all i see are how my body looks so nice in it, my hips glide along with the fabric and how it just...definitely makes me feel beautiful. it's my body and i can't help but love it. i love how i look, and i should be confident to prove that. pressure can be very controlling at how i feel truthfully, but deep down i know that i'm proud to look this way. "it's gorgeous."

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