dolan twins imagines

Dad's Garden Lemon Tree / ethan

Word Count: 1271 

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He captivated her. His scent, his touch, his warmth. The way his hands and his fingertips would gently glide across her bare thigh as she lied asleep on the silk bed sheets. The way he genuinely cared about her, her innocence shining through and the naughty side only coming out for him. And him only. She put out this innocent front but everyone knew she was his.

He was wrapped around her little finger, but neither of them had realized it. He was dominant, but he was her baby, her man. They held eachother together like glue and it was hard to ever see one without the other. Ethan's arm was always wrapped over her shoulder and she was constantly staying by his side.
He glared at any guy that would ever try to seduce you. He didn't want anyone to ever forget who he is and who you belong to.
The purple marks that covered your skin almost daily made most of the guys realize that you were obviously taken, but some didn't seem to realize it.
"You're mine, isn't that right babe." Ethan looked up at your face that had been red from the impact of his scruff against your inner thighs, his lips and tongue causing you to quiver from beneath him. "Y-yes. All yours, E."
The markings laced your body from neck down to your thighs, some darker than others, some large, some small. But it was enough for Ethan to be satisfied.
But when she was without him she felt lost. As if her entire life was in his hands and without him she had no idea what to do. As if she went colorblind without him and her day turned completely gray. He was your color, he brought the brightness you needed, even when the darkness and lust was clearly showing as he had you pinned down on his bed. The colors would always be there if he was around. Nobody would change that.
She let her hair fall down over her shoulders, her bare back covered in small water droplets. The shower just about melting away the darkness she needed to overcome. Sometimes, even just the slightest reminder that Ethan was hers would be enough to get rid of the darkness. The large black and slightly ripped tshirt had covered her torso, just above her upper thigh. It smelled of Ethan, and she loved that. It reminded her that no matter what there was a part of him with her.
"Here, put this on. Quick." Ethan tossed you his tshirt and you threw it on quickly before Grayson would walk into Ethan's room and see you sitting there underneath Ethan, vulnerable. "He probably already heard us, Ethan." You say, putting your arms through the sleeves and over your head. "That doesn't mean he should see you. Only I get to."
You watched as your parent's love for eachother began to become less real and more of a show they put on for you to stay happy. You watched as your grandparents' health slowly began declining and they deteriorated on the thin hospital bed mattresses. You watched as your family got torn apart - which of your siblings you would stay with and who would go with the other parent.
It all hurt. It all caused you to lose the color you had seen as a child: the purples, blues, greens, reds, pinks, oranges - all slowly losing the vibrancy they had when you were young.
You rolled onto your stomach while your body had still been wet and wrapped in a towel, your hair soaking your pillow sheet. "Come here bub." You motioned Ethan to come sit on the bed beside you, your index finger curling in towards you. Ethan basically jumped onto the bed. He'd been wearing the same thing he does almost every week, the black shirt and red shorts. He sighed as he looked over at you, admiring the way your face had looked with no makeup, and just a few water droplets slowly making their way down your forehead. You crossed your legs, causing the towel to slip down which left your thigh exposed, the bare skin getting chills once it met the cold air. "You have goosebumps babe." Ethan rested his hand on your thigh which caused you to warm up a bit more, the goosebumps going away.
You watched as he slowly began lacing his fingertips around your thigh, tracing small circles among the small area. Your eyes slipped shut and you jumped up when he had finally let himself really touch you. His calloused fingers slipped underneath the towel and made their way to your exposed self. "Wet for me already I see."
He pulled his fingers out from underneath the towel and rolled himself so he was hovered over you. You let out this huge puff of air before he began slowly but surely lifting the towel up in order to expose your legs better.
Ethan is the reason you're so happy nowadays. Even when he isn't physically around, he's still around. He'd always be there, in your heart. "You good, y/n?"
Ethan walked beside you on the sidewalk, the two of you wandering the many streetside shops and getting a few things. "I'm good, just thinking." You looked up at him and smiled as you pulled at his arm into a small shop you had seen. "Thinking about what? And what the hell is a singing bowl?"
You lifted the bowl and took the small mallet out. "You. Now follow my lead E." You tapped the rim of the bowl and spun the mallet around the bowl, causing it to make the noise it considers 'singing.' Ethan tried to do the same but he hadn't quite gotten it to work. "Okay, when you tap it you have to let it bounce. Like this-" You proceeded to show him the process again and put your bowl down before grabbing his wrist and leading his hand to get it just right. "You think you got it now?"
He nodded and did it again, finally able to get it to sing just right, causing the shop to get loud quite quickly.
"What's a chakra?" Ethan picked up the small stone and admired it closely before setting it back down. "I'm not exactly sure, it's got something to do with your spiritual energy though." You picked up the same pink stone he had held and looked at it closely before placing it back down.
The next shop you had wandered into was owned by the sweetest old man, he grew small lemon trees and always offered lemonade for anyone who walked in. Ethan and I visited him often and he was always there to give us lemonade.
"Dad's Garden Lemon Tree" The sign above the shop read, lit up with white lights surrounding the letters.
"Ethan, y/n! Glad you guys stopped by today! This is my daughter Juliana. Juliana, these two are my best customers." He introduced us and we both just smiled and waved before he offered us some lemonade.
As I sipped at the lemonade and took a seat at one of the benches that had been inside the small greenhouse, Ethan was still chatting it up with Mr. Ruiz.
"Ethan, if you ever need a lemon tree you know my cell." Mr. Ruiz laughed at himself before sitting beside me on the wooden bench.

Sometimes even the slightest reminder of something could help someone through the darkest times of their life. Whenever I come here, I'm always reminded of Ethan, even if he isn't with me.