dolan twins imagines

⇻ going public

a/n: @ y/i/u is your instagram username and @ y/t/u is your twitter username. enjoy!

grayson -
i was sprawled out on the couch with my legs in grayson's lap. i scrolled through instagram, bored out of my mind. the room was dead silent. even though it was silent, it was a good silent. sometimes silence is all you need.

"how would you feel about going public?" grayson asked out of nowhere.

"why?" i asked. i didn't mind going public, i just wanted to know why he was asking all of a sudden.

"well, i've been thinking about it a lot lately," he said. "we've been dating for about..." he paused to count the months on his fingers, making me laugh softly. "five months now. and i think my fans would love to see that i have a girlfriend."

"no they wouldn't," i said, laughing. "most of them at least. remember that one time cameron (their sister) brought over her friend while you taking snapchatting and you accidentally caught her in the picture?" i said. he nodded. "for the next day or so, all i saw on your twitter page was 'grayson's mine!' and "back off my man!' ." i said, recalling what had happened. "it was pretty intense," i laughed.

"well, that's not the point," he said, laughing softly. "that was on accident, this is on purpose."

"all right, fine," i said, sitting up and scooting closer to him. he pulled out his phone and took selfies of us together. some smiling, some silly. he captioned it, "i found a girlfriend!" @ y/i/u." his finger hovered above the "post" button.

"you know you're going to get a lot of hate, right?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

i nodded. "i can handle it. i'm a tough girl," i said, flexing my muscles, making him laugh. he posted it and i looked over his shoulder, waiting for the comments to flow in. so far, most of them were compliments and and them saying how cute you guys were together and how they ship it. it made me smile, knowing that his fans appreciated you. i barely even noticed the very few hate comments.

"they love you already," grayson said, kissing my temple sweetly.

"i'm glad they do," i said, looking up at him with a big smile on my face.

ethan -
i scrolled through my twitter feed, looking at the rumors that said that ethan had found a new girlfriend. that girlfriend was you. we were caught walking downtown, and i might have accidentally gotten a little too close and touchy with him. i looked at the hate that came in along with the rumors.

"who is that bitch? ethan could do so much better that an ugly slut."

"who does she think she is? walking around with my man like that? fuck off!"

"she's probably just looking for attention. that's what i would do if i was fat and ugly like her."

i felt a tear roll down my cheek, followed by more. i wiped them away and told myself to suck it up. ethan was coming over soon and i definitely did not want him to see me crying. i tried your best to calm down, but the tears kept coming. why won't they stop?

"why are you crying?" i heard a voice from the door say. i look over to see ethan with a concerned expression on his face. too late.

"i'm not crying," i lied. "it's just..." i trailed off, thinking of an excuse. "my allergies." i said confidently, standing up and wiping the tears away.

"but you don't have allergies," he said, an eyebrow raised.

"i was watching a sad movie," i lied.

"the tv wasn't even on," he said. "stop lying and just tell me." he took a step closer to me and held my hands.

"um," i begin. "it's just the hate." i mumbled, looking down at your feet.

"we're not even public yet, how is there hate?" he questions. i could tell he was confused. i took my hands out of his and gave him my phone. i watched as he read the tweets, his expression changing from shocked to angry and then to sadness.

"oh baby," he said, bringing me into chest. "it's gonna be ok," he said, trying to comfort me. i held back my tears, refusing to make a fool of myself again. "don't listen to them. you are absolutely perfect. every inch of you, inside and outside." he placed multiple kisses on your head, making me feel a little bit better.

"can we just go public?" i blurt out. he pulled away and looked at me with confusion.

"won't that give you more hate?" he asked.

i shrugged. "maybe if people actually know that we were dating, they wouldn't be so harsh," i explained. he nodded.

"you sure?" he asked. "i don't want you to be upset and overwhelmed about this."

i nodded. "do it," i said. "before i change my mind." i watched over his shoulder as he picked a picture of the both of us and posted it on twitter. he captioned it, "my beautiful girlfriend! @ y/t/u. i would appreciate it a lot if you don't hate on her. if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all." he tweeted it and i looked away.

"i can't look," i said, running a hand through my hair. "tell me what they're saying. and don't lie," i said, pointing my finger at him.

"well, they're saying that you're really pretty and that we look really happy together," he said, smiling at me.

"no hate?" i asked.

"ohhhhh, there's hate," he said. "but i'm telling you that there's way more positive comments than the negative." i looked at my twitter feed and he was right. there was definitely way more positive comments than the negative ones. i smiled.

"told you they'd be less harsh," i said, smiling at him. he rolled his eyes at me.

"i love you," he said, kissing me softly.

a/n: thanks for reading! ily ♡ (edited)