ethan dolan imagines

acne {e}

^like this^

also, damn he is hot ^^

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when he looks in the mirror: he sees ugly red splotches covering every inch of his face

when i look at him: i see a handsome face with piercing hazel-green eyes

"baby, what's wrong?" i ask, worriedly walking over to him

"i can't go out in public like this" he mumbles, his words muffled by his hands

"like what baby?"

"like this" he says, taking away his hands, revealing his acne

i smile, placing my hand on his cheek, softly stroking it with my thumb

"there's nothing wrong with the way you look, ethan"

"yes there is. there's so much of it and it's so ugly"

"it's not ugly" i whisper, leaning down to pepper his face in kisses

he smiles slightly at me

"you being cute doesn't take away from the fact that i'm not going"

i frown, crawling on top of him, straddling his waist

i lean down to kiss his lips

"please?"

"no"

i kiss his lips again "please?"

he hesitates "no"

i kiss his lips longer "pretty please"

he sighs "fine"

i smile, kissing his lips again

"mmm loosing never tasted so good" he whispers

i giggle, kissing him again

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when others see him for the first time: they stare and sometimes laugh

when i saw him for the first time: i smiled and immediately wanted to get to know him

"hi i'm y/n" i say, trying to keep my nerves under control

his brother smiles at me "hi, i'm grayson"

i nod politely, but i'm not here for him

i look at the guy whose name i don't know, yet want to know so badly

"bro" grayson says, shoving his brother's arm

the guy looks at me with wide eyes as he realizes that i'm looking at him

"oh, uh sorry. my name is ethan"