Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Space // Ethan Dolan

Y/N is a YouTuber who is expanding into more things. Things regarding clothing, skin care, merch, sponsorships, and tours. -KudosDolan

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~Flashback 1 [1 month ago]~

I gave Ethan a light push,

"I am working. In a little bit." I slid my glasses farther up my nose. Ethan sat on the bed in our shared bedroom, pushing hundreds of papers and 4 binders out of the way,

"But you've been working since this morning." He tucked his phone underneath his pillow. I nodded, focusing on my computer,

"I have a little bit more to work on and then I'm all your's." I glanced at him, typing all the while. He sighed, getting up. I quickly sent the email I was typing, accepting the sponsorship of a company. I was working on another and my laptop was slammed shut. I yanked my hands back before they got injured,

"What the fuck Ethan?! I have to work!" I reopened my laptop. He closed it again, holding it down,

"You've been working for too fucking long."

~Flashback 2 [1 week ago]~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I closed my laptop, done with the work on it. My binders were scattered across the room, papers littering the bed. I cleaned them up, stacking them neatly and beginning the work. Ethan walked in and I glanced, his face brightening,

"You're done working?!" He flopped on the bed. I laughed,

"No. I have these papers to finish and I'm all your's." I winked and went back to work. Ethan groaned,

"But baby-" I let my eyes flicker to his,

"Don't 'but baby' me. I have to finish the work and then we can do whatever you want." I reached for a binder, but Ethan took it out of my reach,

"Stop working." He tossed the binder to the other end of the bed. I sighed, grabbing a clipboard,

"Ethan, please. The more time I spend on these, the less time it'll take to get them done." I clipped the papers onto the board, laying next to him on the bed. I reached for the binder, flipping through it. Ethan took it away from me again, snatching the clipboard as I stopped paying attention,

"No more working." He laid everything on the desk, cleaning the bed off after. I got up, heading for my desk. Ethan grabbed my waist,

"I said no working." He pulled me onto the bed. I pushed against him,

"Ethan, I have a deadline. If I miss it, I could miss my sponsor opportunities. Get off!"

~Flashback 3 [Yesterday]~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I finished all the papers, emails, and travel meetings I had. I sat down at my desk, texting back and forth with my adviser,

Me: So, the clothing line drops next week?

Luci: Yes, it would be ideal for you to start teasing on your socials.

Me: Tonight or tomorrow morning?

Luci: Tomorrow morning

Me: Should I post edited pictures of the photo shoots for the line? Like, blur out the pieces and caption something like 'Big things soon..."?

Luci: Yeah, that's great

Me: Awesome, I will do that

Luci: Don't forget to talk with Dylan about the tour

I read it, the message probably coming up as 'read' on her phone. I switched to Dylan's contact,

Me: So, how's the tour stuff coming?

Dylan: Great. We have some things to work out, but at this rate, you could be starting in about 4 months.

Me: That sounds amazing. Did you get the list of what I wanted to do onstage?

Dylan: Yes, the team believes that challenges and story times would work best for the time frame.

Me: What's the time frame?

Dylan: An hour onstage and about an hour and a half for meet and greets.

Me: Can't the meet and greets be longer? I wanna meet a good amount of people per city

Ethan walked in, putting his chin in my shoulder,

"Are you done yet?" He kissed my cheek. I shook my head,

"No." I went to check Dylan's newest message, but Ethan took my phone. I swiped at it,

"Give that back!" I stomped my foot as I got up from my desk chair. He put it in a drawer, closing it,

"No, I'm tired of you working so much. It's like you're never really here."

~Ethan's P.O.V~

I turned, practically seeing the steam pumping from her ears. She made a noise, a cross between an animalistic growl and a scream,

"I'M SO TIRED OF THIS! 'YOU WORK TOO MUCH, YOU NEVER SPEND TIME WITH ME.' I HAVE MORE RESPONSIBILITIES THAN MAKING YOUR FUCKING MEALS, OKAY?! I HAVE SHIT TO DO AND YOU BEING UP MY ASS ABOUT IT. ISN'T. HELPING!" Her chest rose and fell heavily. She spun around, her back facing me. I walked up to her, hugging her waist,

"Baby, I'm sorry. I just-" She ripped herself away from me,

"I don't fucking care. 'Baby I just this, baby I just that.' Well, FUCK ALL OF IT! I'm leaving. It's all too much and I just need space." She moved her hair out of her face. I felt my eyes sting with tears,

"Baby please, I'm sorry." I reached for her hand as she packed a suitcase. She avoided it,

"No Ethan. I need a break from you. I need a break to just think about everything. We need space. You hear me? WE. NEED. SPACE!" She grabbed her phone from the drawer, grabbing the suitcase. She turned,

"I'll be back, but don't hold your breath." And with that, she walked out.

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