Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Details // Ethan Dolan

I was thinking about upping my smut count. At the moment, it's like 1/22. IDK, leave your feedback. -KudosDolan

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It was your last class of the day. You walked through the halls noticing everyone's eyes on you. As you passed, everyone whispered in your wake. You acted nonchalant, actually freaking out because you were so eager to know what the deal was. You swapped your books out at your locker, closing it and facing a girl about the same height as you. She looked up and down the halls, nodding at some people walking by. You let your eyes flicker around, waiting for some kind of interaction. She finally spoke up,

"Find the notes and just do what they say." With that, she dipped away. You walked to your next class, placing everything neatly on the top of your desk. Someone tapped your shoulder. You turned, fully facing them. A guy with light brown hair smirked and handed you a folded piece of paper. You read it silently,

"Go to the place you always do to think, read, or write." You shoved it into your phone case, tapping your foot impatiently. The teacher finally dismissed. You dashed out of the room, going to the football field. You went there to think about things nobody understood, read peacefully because the library was full of students secretly making out and, to write stories about the things you didn't want people to know. Fluttering under a thick notebook and pack of pencils was another folded piece of paper. You opened the notebook, flipping through its pages. It was filled with light sketches of different things and mostly quotes such as,

"You think that nobody cares. You're set on the many people that broke you. I want to fix you." Your eyes began to water. You read the folded piece of paper,

"The one place that makes you genuinely happy." One place popped into your head. You quickly head to the teen forum, the chill area that most students used to secretly make out if the library was occupied. You slowly descend the steps, greeting the secretary. You went to the main spot you stayed, finding the anticipated folded piece of paper,

"The place where you want to write, think, read, but can't because you're always disgusted." The library. You rush out of the forum, not saying anything. Once you reach the library, the faint noises of make outs immediately made your stomach churn. You began to regret following these notes, slowly becoming more and more sketched out. Despite, you walked past all of the couples and went to the very back of the library. Ethan Dolan, in all his glory, stood smiling. He handed you one last piece of paper, which you read out loud quietly,

"Whenever I see a beautiful sunrise, I think of your eyes. Whenever I see the night sky, I think of your mind. Your what everyone needs in their life and... I'd be happy if you'd start in mine." You looked up, staring into his eyes, confused. He bit his bottom lip, taking a deep breath in and out,

"You may think that nobody cares. But, I care. A lot. Y/N, the first day I actually got to know you, I felt like forever was in that moment. I tried to be cheesy, but will you go out with me?" You bit your lip hard, already tasting the blood spilling from the inside of it. You nodded, knowing that trying to force words would only result in sobs. He lips broke into a grin before they smashed onto your gently. You complied, feeling as safe as ever. His hands wrapped protectively around your waist as yours swung loosely around his shoulders. You rocked against each other, you not wanting to let go. You finally did, wiping the tears off of your face. He kissed your forehead, intertwining your fingers and leaving the library as if no one was there watching you.

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A/N,
There's a part two to this and it's going to be up a little later tonight. I was thinking about how some people know every little detail about me and I rarely tell people my name. My crush recently listed a bunch of facts about me that I didn't know he knew and embarrassed me at the lunch table. They weren't embarrassing facts, it was just the thought of him knowing so much about me. I can assume you can tell the inspiration for this imagine. Well, anyway, I might go more in depth with this and change it to 1st person. Love ya,

-KudosDolan