Dolan twins smut

Ethan (part 1) - fluff

"Y/n, don't smile at the paparazzi, they'll make up some bullshit story about you." Ethan leaned into me as I looked at some reporters standing outside the restaurant window. I was having dinner with the Dolan twins. We were friends, but lately, the media had been harassing us and trying to spread rumours that I was dating either one of them.

"Who cares, E? You guys are my friends, so why can't I actually look happy around you guys?" I whined. I really hated the media. "We care y/n. We don't want you to get hurt because of us." Grayson talked back. I looked over at him. He seemed so genuinely concerned.

"Fine," I huffed and crossed my arms as I sank into my seat. I can't have a normal life with these two around.

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It was roughly 7 pm when we finally decided to leave. The sun was setting low. Thankfully, the paparazzi was gone by then. I sat in the back as Ethan and Grayson sat in the front of the car. Ethan adjusted his rear view mirror a bit, almost in my direction but not quite. As he began to drive, I decided to check Instagram.

I posted a new pic, one with me and the twins eating food. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Soon after, the comments start flooding in. "Lucky!" One said. "Wish that were me" another said. But soon after, the bullying comments began. "Lmao she's their bitch," "I don't like her, she literally whores around," "ew she's ugly, why are they even friends with her?!"

I know I shouldn't let these comments get me, but they did. I tried to hold back tears. People are assholes. They wanted to hate on me because I was living my life. They wanted me to stop being friends with two amazing people.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I silently let a tear stroll down my face. It fucking hurt. It hurt me to know that people hated me all because of two people who meant a lot to me. I tried to take a gasp of air as more tears streamed down my face. My nose and skin turned pink from me trying so hard to hold back the wet tears.

Grayson had blasted his music in the car, so they couldn't hear my silent cry. I looked in the rear view mirror, trying to get a glimpse of how horrible I looked. Bad timing. Ethan had looked in the mirror right then too. We made eye contact for a second, but then he looked back at the road. Maybe he didn't notice? Or maybe he doesn't care? I don't know.

After a while, we arrived at their house. As Gray was about to get out, Ethan said, "yo I'll drop her off and be back." Strange. Why didn't he just drop me off first? Gray shrugged his shoulders and went inside. Ethan turned the car around and began to drive once more.

After two minutes of silence, Ethan spoke, "care to explain why you're crying?" He looked at me in the mirror. I shook my head. He didn't need to know. They already felt bad enough about all the hate I got because of them, I didn't wanna bring more bad news. Ethan pulled over to side of the road. "Ok, will you at least sit in the front with me?" He asked in a really sweet manner.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and cross my leg over, and then my other leg as I hop into the front seat. I still wasn't gonna talk. This was just me being nice. Ethan smiled at me as he began to drive again and I buckled my seatbelt. His left hand was steering as his other slowly gripped onto just above my knee. "You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but are you okay at least?"

I looked down at his hand. I shifted a little as I tried to remove his hand. Maybe if I got them to stop being so touchy, the haters would stop thinking we had something going on between us. The thing about the twins was that they were really touchy, not in a creepy way, but a friendly one, like most friendships are. The closer you grow with people, the more comfortable you get with touching them. And it was like that for us, nothing sexual.

Ethan quickly removed his hand and sighed. I guess he felt a little frustrated too. But I'm not quite sure for what.

We finally pulled up to my house. As I began to get out, Ethan grabbed me back a little. "Wait." He said. "I'm not just gonna leave you alone in this state." I looked at him. Not quite sure about what he was trying to get at. Tears were still streaming down my face. He wiped them off and looked at my lips before whispering "fuck it." He leaned in and smashed his lips into mine. I was rather shocked. I didn't really expect that. I pulled away. Ethan parted his lips and then closed them shut again.

"Why would you— why would you do that?!" I almost freaked out. I start breathing really heavily. "Ethan, why can't you understand that we can't ever be together?!" I yelled as I pushed the door open and ran toward my house. As I was about to step in and close it, Ethan caught up to me. His hand was placed right between the door frame and the door.

"Y/n, wait! I'm sorry! Please. Let's just talk about this!" I wanted to push the door shut, but I didn't. I opened it instead. Ethan walked in shut the door behind him. From a safe distance, he began, "y/n, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just — I couldn't help myself." He looked at my lips once more and licked his own.

My bottom lips quivered. "Ethan, we can't be a thing. Your fans are crazy. And I'm not— I don't think I'll ever be into you, especially with those crazy fans." My tears dried up but my voice still trembled.

"Is THIS what all this crying's about? Jealous fans?!" He walked closer to me, as I backed into a wall. I didn't answer him. I wish I could've said no, but that wasn't the truth. Truth was, yes, I'd be interested in dating one of them, but I couldn't because their fans got mad at me just for being friends with them!

"Answer me!" He quickly commands as he places both of his hands on either side of my shoulders.

"Stop it, Ethan!" I pushed him away from me and walked toward the stairs, up to my room. The tears were just streaming down my face. I swear this could've been a soap opera with the way I was crying.

Ethan followed me instead. Just as I made it into my room, Ethan stepped in. "Y/n, please. Just talk to me. I swear I'll leave you alone if you just tell me what's wrong. Gray and I weren't kidding when we said we care about you. A LOT." He took my hands into his as he walked me toward my bed. We both sat down. He let one hand go and the other caressed my face.

"Ethan..." I began through the sniffs and the gasps. "I— I do like you. It's just— people don't want us together. They hate me. I guess I'm not worthy of dating you. I'm sorry." I looked into his slightly hazel eyes. His looked back at mine with a softness and tenderness to them.

"I don't care about those people. My real fans would be happy for me. And, who gives a fuck what people think? Lets be real, if we weren't celebrities, no one would give two fucks about who I date. It's so fucking weird to me how people care about who I choose to love. I'm a human like everyone else. I deserve to have someone who truly likes me for me. That person is you, y/n. I know it." His thumb was now rubbing circles on my jaw. He leaned in once more. This time, I didn't resist, I went for it too.

Our lips collided once again, his breath stopping as he kissed my lips. His hands quickly lowered, grabbing my waist as he leaned into me, making me land on my back. He was fully hovering over me.

I pulled away, not ready for this to go any further. He pulled away too. "Ethan, I— if we're gonna do this, I don't wanna rush into things." I said. "Of course, I'll wait. And I'll go slow for you." He smiled as he looked lovingly into my eyes.