ethan dolan imagines

nolan

WHAT MOTIVATED ME TO WRITE AN IMAGINE OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IMPERSONATED BY ETHAN AND GRAYSON SKDKSKSJSIDJ

I DONT KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE THIS FICTIONAL CHARACTER MADE MY HEART CRYYY, SO IM PROUD TO GIVE YOU THIS IMAGINE AS A TRIBUTE TO NOLAN DOLAN!!!!!!

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people never knew him personally, never even bothered too actually. his life was masked away by the popularity of his two brothers born on the same day as him, he's the invisible triplet. no one knows his true self; he's selfless, he's thoughtful and supportive, doesn't get mad easily, and he anticipates for the best for himself and his brother's.

he wants to mean something to someone.

but he's misunderstood, the endless bullying and nearly no love from his brothers made him lose almost all of his self esteem. he's quiet now, too shy to hurt anyone else other than his fragile yet already broken self.

Your POV
i giggle shyly, staring at the confident message written on a sticky note ethan passed to me during class. i blush greatly, and turn my head to meet his smirking face. him and i have been gathering feelings for eachother, but we are attempting to remain innocent by playing hard to get.

when is it time that you give me your number? he wrote, and i wrote below it, pay attention to the teacher, mr. dolan.

he reads it to himself after passing it back to him, and i hear a raspy chuckle escape his lips, which makes me excited.

the bell rings pulling me out of my chair, and walking away gracefully from ethan, and i knew he was going to stop me from continuing this game. and he's following me, i can hear the heavy knocks of his black leather boots hitting the ground.

i turn my head a blew a kiss in his direction, and he stops dead at his tracks, staring heavenly at me disappearing from his view.

walking through the hallways are the worst, all the nasty bullshit hidden in the classroom we're exposed outside of it, as i am witnessing a large crowd, the outer most layer of people silent, only watching, and the inner cheering on, and i stay far away from that mess, waiting for the dense area of people to clear the hallways.

as people start leaving the brawl or whatever it was, i notice the men surrounding the pour victim pound his books the ground, which then led me to aggressively walk to the spot to push these stupid boys away. i shove most of the guys while one was still dumping everything from the victims backpack, and i shove him away next and it seems as if all that crap was forgotten, as people walk pass us trying to look oblivious from the giant gathering.

that gang is ethan's friends, which made my eye twitch and cock my head to the side, but ethan told me he doesn't like them internally, which also made me rethink things.

i proceed to pick up the guy's books, i couldn't see his face since he looked shrouded in his "shell". i notice his brown suede jacket that overlapped his plain yellow t-shirt, but his hair was neatly made, only a few strands fall and curl along his forehead.

i take a look at all the stuff on the ground, "i see you love reading," i bring up, picking up a few torn books and handing them to him.

his voice was hesitant a little when saying, still looking scared of looking at me, since he's keeping his face forced towards the dirty hallway floors. "yeah reading i-is nice, but i'm not that good of a reader."