Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

Ethan x Bullet For You

Ethan always said he'd take a bullet for me. But I knew that was just him trying to be mister tough guy, proving his love through physical pain and turmoil. 

Tonight though, Ethan finally put his words to the test. 

We were supposed to be having a relaxing day. We had spent most of it going on a drive up and down the Pacific Coast Highway, stopping at secluded beaches neither of us had seen before. 

We lay around at home, accidentally falling asleep at 8pm, and woke up at 10 wanting to do something else. With hardly any convincing from Grayson, we decided to walk down the street to get frozen yogurt. 

Since it was March, the nights in Los Angeles were still sort of chilly, and I felt cozy and warm wrapped up in one of Ethan's sweaters as we walked out into the night. 

Although it was a close walk and would have been silly to drive, LA wasn't always the safest or nicest place to walk through, especially at night. 

Not long after we left the house, we passed a rowdy couple of guys in their early 20s, presumably drunk and wandering in and out of different bars on Hollywood Blvd. One wrong sideways glance, and Ethan grabbed onto my hand tightly. 

"E," I scolded quietly, as if to tell him that everything that fine. 

"Hey, baby, what's up?" One of the guys shouted after us, making Ethan sigh out in frustration. 

"Ignore it," I told him as I gave his hand a little squeeze, looking over at him. 

After a few more footsteps away, I could hear the light padding of their feet following behind us. 

"How about leaving the two of them for the three of us? How does that sound?" Another one of the guys shouted, making the other two give a wicked laugh back to him. 

Ethan's jaw clenched, taking his hand from mine and winding it around my back as he pulled me in closer to him, pushing me another half step forward to get farther away from the creeps. 

Grayson looked over his shoulder, staying back a stride to stay in between Ethan and I and the guys. 

"Hey! Babe! We're talking to you!" One of them yelled now, sounding almost annoyed and surprised that I didn't turn around and comply to their calls. 

"Go away," left my mouth before I could think of the repercussions. 

Ethan squeezed his arm around me tightly in frustration, teeth locking together. 

"Shut up," he grunted under his breath at me. 

"No, they're pissing me off," I whispered back to him, adrenaline pumping hard, making my heart thump against my ribcage. 

"Shit! She's fiery," one of them laughed, their voices not getting any closer, but also not getting any farther away. 

"Are you talking to us or your little friends? Because we can get rid of them," another one of them laughed. 

We only had one more block until the frozen yogurt place, but it seemed like miles and miles away in this tense situation. I looked over at Ethan, who's eyes were focused on the street ahead of him, arm still steady around me. 

"She's obviously not interested, so just...move along," Grayson called to them over his shoulder, making the guys laugh cruelly at him.

 "You looking to get clapped, pretty boy? In front of the girl?" One of them teased him, making me half glance over my shoulder to see what he was going to do. 

All we needed was to cross two more streets and get away from them. Everyone just needed to ignore them, control their composure, and shut up. 

"I don't wanna have to fuck you up, pretty boy. I'd rather be making her scream than you—" He had hardly gotten his sentence out when Ethan pushed me forward out of his arms, jumping back to face the trio. 

I turned around just in time to see Ethan throwing a punch at one of them—who knows which one it was. As soon as his fist landed on the guys cheek, he started swinging back at Ethan, his two friends backing off to let them go at it. 

"Ethan," I groaned loudly, somehow hoping that my voice would stop him from getting into a full blown fight with this guy. 

I stepped forward and reached out, intent on trying to pull Ethan off of the other guy. 

"No," Grayson stepped forward and gently pushed me back from getting into it before trying for himself. 

"Ethan. Stop, man," Grayson said, as the other guys went to go pull their friend from Ethan as well. 

Both of them stepped away from each other, the guy spitting blood onto the ground before giving Ethan a little nod. He looked over at me, his swollen lip and dead eyes making a chill run down my spine as Grayson pushed Ethan back by his shoulders towards me. 

I looked away from the guy as he looked at me, his friends pulling him away and walking the opposite way down the street. 

My eager hands desperately reached out, grabbing for any part of Ethan I could get as he walked backwards towards me, still eying the guy and making sure he actually left. 

"E," I gasped as I grabbed onto his forearm, pulling him into me, trying to survey the damage. 

"I can't believe you," I scolded him, sympathy covering my voice as I looked up at his face, searching for marks. 

"You are such an idiot, bro," Grayson shook his head at him. 

Ethan's cheekbone was red, a small cut split just under his left eye. 

"Grayson, shut up," he turned his head away from his brother as Gray took a step back, still shaking his head at him. 

"Ethan," his name left my lips again, finally making him turn to look at me. 

My eyes ran back and forth over the cut, it didn't seem that bad. 

"Are you okay?" He asked me, hands going to either side of my neck as he held my face in front of his. 

"Am I okay? Ethan, you and some random guy just beat each other up on the street," I almost laughed, reaching up and fixing his hair, pushing it back from his face. 

"Fuck, I know," he smirked, looking cocky as he squinted his injured eye, raising a hand to touch it. 

I swatted it away. 

"Don't touch it," I told him. 

"I'm calling a fucking Uber, we're going home," Grayson announced, already on his phone. 

"So are you okay?" I asked Ethan finally, fisting his t-shirt. 

"Shit. I always said I'd take a bullet for you. I never agreed to getting punched in the face,"