ethan dolan imagines

consolation

lol i don't know. wow quick update.

unedited. you'll see.

i fucking snapped. a little. idfk. this was hard to write.

Your POV
thunder-like clouds cover the sky like thick blankets, a distressing sight forcing me to look down blankly at the carpet, bundling myself in my soft blanket sipping hot tea that i helplessly depend on for any sort of stress-relieving.

our apartment silent, except for the faulty grunts of the air conditioning beneath the walls, and the static sounds of the tv blaring quiet commercials, and i look at it, quietly breathing calm and steady.

this apartment has been owned by me and ethan for a few long months, and each day carries an extra pound of weight, and responsibilities become more overwhelming, anxious of sudden changes could possibly lead to us to failure. yes, there is a large fear of failure boiling in us, and everyday we work and work and try so hard to achieve happiness we've craved, what everyone craves.

about a week ago ethan received a job that definitely made a huge difference, but time consuming from eachother, and suddenly i sit here alone feeling comfort abandon me, now desperate for some sort of touch by the man i love.

i press the hot mug against my face to feel warm, until i hear the knock that immediately make me jolt to my feet and walk quickly to the door. ethan now in my view, i pull him in my arms just like everyday, smiling, greeting him back to me, and he hugs back almost tiredly, leaning his whole body weight in my arms.

"fuck, i need ice cream," he says. i hum, pulling apart from him before i make my way to the kitchen, hearing ethan groan in frustration.

i pull out his favorite flavor, then trot down to see him sitting on the very edge of the couch, elbows on his knees supporting his face in his hands. "tough day today," i ask, walking behind to only see the back of his head nod up to face the tv.

empathy and sympathy drives through me, knowing how intense ethan must feel and wanting to give him all of the unconditional love i've been waiting for him.

i sigh standing behind the couch, before climbing over it playfully, then sitting behind him, pushing my chest to his back wrapping my arms around his torso. he whines, stealing the personal ice cream carton from my hand then tearing the top open with humorous determination, making me laugh cheekily, lacing my fingers together over his stomach, locking him against me.

"my poor baby," i whine behind him, resting my head against his muscular upper back, staring heavenly at his side profile, a soft face with sorrowful eyebrows though, and a low frown, but still soft and chubby. "exhausted?"

"mmh," he agrees, taking a spoonful in his mouth, licking his lips and talking half a second after. "the boss is so fucking rude, constantly bitching at me like i'm some low-life employee ready to be kicked out."

"you won't get kicked out, i bet he's happy seeing you working hard," i whisper in his ear. he shivers my head away, being tickled by my breath hitting the back of his ear, he giggles for a short second.

"nah, he's just being a little bit of an ass, just like everyday," he groans, exhaling a breath as i rest the side of my face against the center of his back, welcoming his warm radiance and the scent of his office along with worn out cologne. "i don't even know whether or not go to sleep now or stay up and mourn."

i chuckle, my right hand trying to untuck his button up from his pants, just knowing how incredibly uncomfortable that might've been. i hum quietly, grinning playfully. "you can do whatever you want."