Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

PREFERENCE BLURB Both x How You Know He Loves You

gray

He can't keep his hands off you

"Gray? You're not even listening to me!" You laugh through a shout at him, wildly pulling your hand from his grip, stationed securely over the gear shift in his car. "What? I am," he chuckles, voice soft, eyes finally tearing away from his view on the road to glance over at you. He was already reaching his hand back at for you, fingers wiggling around as he tried to tell you that he needed your hand back; he yearned to play with your fingers again. He had to. He always had to. Sometimes he would get himself preoccupied during a movie by twisting a strand of your hair around his finger, only to be realized when you try to stand and the knot he's accidentally created has you screeching at him.

His stare at you could kill

In his daily life, Grayson tries not to take too much seriously. Life is short and he believes that everything should be taken lightly; with a grain of salt. But, he's different on this when it comes to you. You know that Grayson sometimes has difficulty explaining to you what you mean to him, how much he loves you, how deep his feelings are; but his stare really does all the talking. Grayson could be trying to explain to you how you turned his world upside down in the best way, but his eyes say it all. The usually hazel and light brown swirls will glow and shimmer and speckle something else that you really can't describe when he really really looks at you.

He likes to be protective

Grayson is a sweetheart. Of course he is. There were many times in his life that he could have let his anger and his strength get the best of him, let them test his patience, and take his reactions to a blackout place that he would regret. But when Grayson thinks that your safety might be compromised, being nice isn't usually an option for him. When Ethan pranked him and dressed up as a creepy Postmates intruder, Gray's first reaction was to get you as far away from him as possible, even though you were in on it. When Gray first spotted Ethan through his bedroom window and jumped up from his desk, the first words out of his mouth (after shouting "what the fuck") were, "get up," as he observes your place on his bed. "What?" You said, not even looking up from your phone. "Get in my bathroom and lock the door," Grayson was already tugging on your arm, dragging you off his bed and shoving you towards his bathroom. "Grayson, stop! What the hell are you doing!" You acted, trying to fight against his strength. "Just do what I say okay?" He practically shouted back, his hands shaking with nerves of your safety.

He does things for you without you knowing

You're both busy people, you and Grayson. Two passionate minds that have trouble stopping your work once it gets going. Grayson can tell when you're getting stressed; when you start to lose your patience a little easier, you keep forgetting to eat, you're getting more headaches, becoming more forgetful. Grayson's more used to stress, he's able to adapt to it a little more well than you. He has no problem (more like he enjoys) going out of his way to do little things for you to make your life easier when you get stressed. He'll make sure to do that load of laundry he knows you're going to forget, he gets your prescriptions filled for you, make sure to slip your laptop charger in your bag before you leave, or simply just give you a little extra squeeze when you crawl into bed at the end of the day.

eth

He'll surprise you

Only Ethan knows your deepest darkest secrets, and your deepest and most passionate wants and dreams. Sometimes, when Ethan catches you deep in your feels, stressed out and worries about life, all he wants to do is snap his fingers and make everything right in the world for you, because you deserve it. "Baby, come 'ere," Ethan calls for you when he hears the front door shut, signalling your arrival home from work that evening. You slump in, tired from the wicked work week, thanking any and all gods that it's finally Friday. "What?" You say so quietly and so depressingly that Ethan wants to roll his eyes at your dramatics, a characteristic you both share. "Come look at this," he says, sitting back in his desk chair and pointing at his computer screen. He pulls you to his lap, brightening his screen as you study the contents. 2 plane tickets for the both of you to visit your family for the weekend. "Ethan!" You cry out, grabbing onto either side of his face, staring at his shining eyes.

his want to explore/experience things with you

There was something about the New York air that made both you and Ethan sleepless. The first night of your weekend away, you lay awake in Ethans arms, the second you sat yourself up in bed, looking out at the bright city lights till Ethan stirred from his light sleep, his arm moving around your hips and slightly sitting up beside you, sleepy cheek pressed against the headboard. "Let's go explore, yeah?" Ethan propositions as he sees the lack of sleep in your eyes, and notices the want to get out of the small space. You do a little groan in the back of your throat as he exhales in exhaustion, and happiness that Ethan finally agreed to get out of here with you. Ethan wouldn't dare do this for anyone else. Stay awake all night and explore unfound surroundings? You were his person for that.

he gets this look on his face

Ethan isn't usually one for sharing his emotions. He would much rather remain anonymous in his thoughts and opinions towards specific emotional happenings. With you, he's starting to break this exterior and reveal how he really feels about you. During certain sharings of sweet nothings via pillow talk, you see this look come over Ethan's face. His eyes kind of glaze over, not really invested in the conversation, more so in his thoughts. You catch him staring at certain features of your face; watching as you lick your lips after you laugh, or the way you chew on your lip whilst you listen to him talk. He almost gets at a loss for words at these moments, the words that were previously flowing from his mouth abruptly stopped as he realizes that you are the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on, and he is for sure the luckiest guy in the world to be laying here beside you in bed right now. As you watch him, wondering what the hell could be going through his head, that certain look in his eye he gets provokes all the same thoughts and feelings from you for him.

he tells you he does

Simple as that. Ethan can't stop telling you that he loves you. Sometimes he'll catch himself staring at you for too long. Or you'll catch him. Even doing mundane things like cleaning up his room for him, or looking for something you've misplaced that makes your mouth twist to the side, chewing on the inside of you cheek, makes Ethan's heart swell. "I love you," he would hum out as you stand beside his bed folding clean towels. You stop your movements and eye him as he lays on his bed, his phone laying on his chest, his hands resting on his stomach. You smirk at the randomness of his statement. "What do you want? Is there more laundry you're hiding somewhere that you forgot about?" You ask, glaring at him as if you know him too well for your own good. Ethan wheezes, running his hand through his hair. "No, just wanted to tell you,"