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"Hateful Kissing"

Warnings: Kissing, fighting, Ethan pins her down, and then they kiss, basically.

how long has it been since i've posted. who even knows if the dfel community has finally evaporated..?

but regardless I JUST POSTED A FIC ON WATTPAD!!!!!

this is my first work in a while so i might be a little rusty and might be kind of rushed because i wrote it in a day 😁

but PLEASE READ AND ILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE AND KEEP THE DFEL COMMUNITY GOING

Requested - No but requests are open ✨

A/n - istg I'm gonna start posting more than once a month. Soon. Hopefully.

Word Count - 1,188

5.27.20

The party was crowded as hell, which was to be expected with a group of friends as big as the Sidemen's. The seats were filled at all times and Y/n was getting tired of standing and milling around after already having chatted with all of her friends. She finally gives up on waiting for a seat and decides to chill on her friend Ethan's lap. He jumps when she first sits down, then relaxes a bit when he realizes it's her. Nobody around the two of them pays any attention at all, each of them caught up in their own little worlds.

"Alright love?" Ethan asks, resting his hand on one of her legs casually, causing her to stare at it for a second. She smiles and looks up at him.

"Yeah, just tired and needed somewhere to sit," she replies, draping one of her arms over his shoulders.

"You know you can always sit here," he says, winking and trying to sound more confident than he actually feels. She laughs and adjusts her legs to be a little more comfortable.

"Well, I'm not opposed to that offer," she says, sipping her drink as she looks around. Ethan chuckles, trying to play off the blatant flirting. His face heats up as he thinks about the short exchange. Then he nods quietly to himself and follows Y/n's gaze across the room. She's looking at Simon Minter, of course.

"You fancy him?" he asks, praying that he doesn't sound stupid. She raises her eyebrows, looking back and forth between Simon and Ethan for a second.

"Nah, he's cute but not my type. Besides, he's got a girl, and I'm not that type of bitch," she explains as she locks eyes with Ethan. He thinks it over while nodding.

"So what is your type then?" he says simply, again trying to sound more casual than curious. She shrugs, taking in his features for a minute as she thinks.

"I don't know, tall, funny, attractive," she says, catching his eyes again and then looking down. He fake yawns and rolls his eyes.

"That's pretty basic innit? I feel like that's what every girl says," he replies, pretending not to be bothered by any part of the description. Obviously, he's not very tall, although he does believe that he's funny and attractive. He silently hoped that the first one wouldn't cancel out the other two.

"Yeah, I guess. Most girls literally just want whoever they want. I don't even have a specific type, to be honest," she adds, trying to read his reactions. He nods again and runs his hand through his hair. The action succeeds in temporarily distracting Y/n and she smiles at him a little bit afterward.

"So you don't care if a guy has muscles, a good trim, or style at all???" he says incredulously, taking his own features into account. She bites her lip and holds back a laugh. It was pretty obvious that he was hinting towards himself, but there was always a chance that Y/n was just reading too much into it.

"That too, I guess, but it's not a huge deal. I tend to judge people based on their personality anyway," she replies as she begins running her hand back and forth over Ethan's muscular shoulder. His breath hitches in his throat and she laughs softly, but otherwise pretends not to notice. She watches him nervously run his hand through his hair again, and she glances at his outfit, which is nicer than usual for the event. She smiles and runs her own hand through his hair, causing him to stop in his tracks completely.

"Are you just saying what you want girls to notice about you?" she says curiously, continuing to smile innocently. She rests her hand on the back of his neck as he chuckles nervously, then shakes his head.

"No," he replies softly, "Why would I do that?" She rolls her eyes playfully at him and shrugs. Then she runs her hand through his hair again and leans closer to him.

"I mean, if you want to ask if you're my type you could just say it," she laughs, watching his face turn red. He looks away in an attempt to hide it from her and begins rubbing the back of his neck, trying not to think about the way she was touching him just a few seconds ago. He wants to speak but nothing will come out. Being as nervous as he is, he can't figure out if she's messing with him or if she's genuinely flirting. He opens his mouth and closes it again, wishing he knew what to say and how to say it.

"What was that?" she asks out of the blue, locking eyes with him. His eyes widen at the sudden question. Of course, he had tried to speak but failed. However, Y/n obviously thought he'd spoken. She leans towards him again.

"Sorry, it's pretty loud and I didn't hear what you said," she says. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he suggests, preparing himself for rejection. She backs up slightly and raises her eyebrows again.

"Not like that, unless that's what you want to do. I meant like, to get away from the noise and just talk," Ethan explains quickly. She nods and stands up, pulling him to his feet behind her. Together they walk out the front door and start heading down the street.

"So, were you trying to say something earlier?" she asks, turning to face him. He puts his hands in the pockets of his coat and shrugs. A million thoughts start bouncing around in his head. Should he go for it? Should he keep his mouth shut? He knew he'd be left forever wondering if she liked him, so he chose to take the fall and make a move.

"Am I your type?" he says with his chest, instantly being filled with regret. A smile spreads across her face and she looks down for a second before looking back at him.

"I've never met anyone who is more my type than you are," she replies happily. Ethan momentarily loses the ability to think straight, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

"Are you being serious?" he asks, trying to contain his excitement. She giggles and nods.

"Of course, Ethan," she says, "I thought you'd never figure it out." Ethan laughs nervously, wondering what else he'd been oblivious to during the year-long friendship the two had shared. He pulls her into a tight hug and she returns it, only pulling away to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Despite the cold nighttime air, his face burns from the contact as they move apart.

"So, are we? Does that make us...?" Ethan says, wishing he could just say boyfriend and girlfriend, or couple, or something, but he finds it difficult to articulate his thoughts. She just nods in response and kisses him again.

"Does that answer your question?" she asks.

My god the things I’d like this man do to me😩

request: no im jus bored

word count: 1584

tags: @bouttogolinkurbitch @kara-dolan @dimply-dolan @notanotherdolantwinsblog @chaaandlaah @profanitydolan @justanotherdolanblog @obsidiandolans @lonestarhazel @olivia-m-dolan 

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Everyone had one. You were born with it. It wasn't even like a tattoo, more like a birthmark. It goes away after you meet your true love, though. It isn't permanent like a tattoo or a birthmark. But the love you’ll have after you meet your one true love, that’s permanent. And I think that’s the whole point of it. The mark isn’t permanent, but your love is. No matter what stupid arguments you may get in, no matter what dumb little fights happen, your love is permanent. 

The small exclamation point that was marked on the inside of your right ring finger had been there since you were welcomed into the world. It was small, it took you a minute to find it once you got to the age where your parents could explain it to you. It was always a dream of yours ever since then to find your soulmate. You loved the look of the little mark, but you also wanted it to go away so badly. 

You were now 17, your last year of high school. You and your best friend were at the biggest football game of the season. Your school’s team had the biggest winning streak of the entire conference. It was almost as if nobody was worried you would lose. 

“Look at him! God, y/n. He’s attractive.” Your best friend said, pointing down at the field. You laughed at her and looked down, not sure which one she was pointing at. 

“Which one? Number 8 is pretty attractive, Julia.” You say, watching the brown-haired quarterback. You smiled and looked over at your friend who started to speak, “No, number 36.” 

You laughed and looked at the boy who had caught the ball and began running, soon throwing it to another member before he got tackled by the opposing team’s number 7. “Oh right, I forgot you were into blondes. Ask him over here at half-time.” You looked over at the scoreboard that showed the time left, 30 seconds were left on the board. Number 47 ran across the field and through to number 8, who had soon made the goal right before the time was up. 

It was now half-time, the boys running to the bench and throwing their helmets off, showing their ruffled up and sweaty hair. You looked at Julia and she gave you a “don’t you dare” look, which made you laugh and yell, “Yo! Blondie! 36! Hey! Yes you, yeah! My friend thinks your hot!” Your yelling earned you a hard slap from Julia who sat beside you. 

“I’ll give you my number!” The blonde boy yelled, running up to the bleachers where we were seated. Julia smiled and walked down to meet him at the bottom of the bleachers. He put his number into her phone before telling her he had to go talk to his teammates. She smiled and nodded before turning around and showing me her wrist before she could even get up the steps. She was ecstatic. She had a large flower tattoo on her wrist and it was now gone. 

“I told you! I’m a matchmaker!” You laughed and hugged her. The game was starting again and you took a sip of your gatorade while intensely watching the game. Football wasn’t your favorite sport if you were being honest, but it definitely was fun to watch and really pumped you up. You were very much in school spirit when you went to the games, even when it was the little games that didn’t really matter to anyone else. 

The game lasted for another 40 minutes before your team had gotten the last goal of the night, giving them yet another victory. Your team would now be going to state, which was a huge accomplishment. You along with everyone else on your side of the bleachers started cheering for your school, leaving the opponents fans with angry or sad faces. 

Julia hopped down the bleachers and ran over to the boy she had just met, who is supposedly named Lukas. Leaving you alone, you took another swig of your gatorade before walking over to Julia and Lukas who sat with the rest of the team while they got their bags together. They walked to the gym locker room and Julia waved goodbye to Lukas, who smiled at her and waved back. 

You and Julia walked to your car and you two drove back to your house, Julia decides to stay over. You two go up to your room and Julia is all over her phone, typing away to who you assume is Lukas. You laugh at her newly found obsession but continue to congratulate her on finding her one true love. She thanks you before finally looking up from her phone, “Apparently Ethan Dolan is throwing a party with his brother Grayson because they won the game. Wanna go? It’s tomorrow.” 

You grinned and nodded, excited for a party, “Wait, who’s Ethan Dolan?” 

“Number 8. Grayson is number 47.” She looks at you and smirks, remembering that you called him hot at the game earlier. You grinned and nodded, “Oh yes, I’d definitely tap that. Oh if he was mine I’d totally die. Not even joking.” 

“I gotta admit, he is attractive. I hope he’s the one for you too.” 

The party was supposedly going to be one to remember, which usually meant that something fucking epic was going to occur. You and Julia were getting ready for the night, you doing your makeup and Julia deciding on whether she should wear a black or white shirt. “Wear the black one, we’re going to a party not a church.” 

Julia groaned and threw the white shirt at you, yelling at you to shut up. You laughed and finished your eyes by putting on your fake lashes. 

Julia handed you the outfit she had chose for you. You normally let her choose your outfits because you were more of a makeup person and she was more of a clothes person. You put on the tight yellow turtleneck and put on the denim skirt that had lied neatly on your bed. 

You and Julia walked out to your car and drove to the party. Lukas met you guys there and said he’d introduce you to Ethan. “Julia! You weren’t supposed to tell anyone!” You snapped, tugging on her hair. “Ow! Hey! You did it first with Lukas! It’s just payback.” You looked at her quick as the light turned red and yelled, “Yeah, but you two are actually TOGETHER! How is that fair?” 

Julia sighed and looked back at Lukas, before Lukas piped up and said, “ Ethan told me he thought you were hot, so I mean it’s worth a shot. But don’t tell him I told you, he’ll kill me. Literally.” You laughed and pulled up to the driveway of the house where the party was being held. 

Lukas introduced you and Julia to a few of his friends, before him and Julia left you. You walked over to the drinks and poured yourself a cup of whatever it was they had been serving. A bottle of svedka sat next to the punch bowl, and you mixed yourself a drink. You took a huge gulp and gagged a bit as the burning alcohol went down your throat. Soon after you took another gulp and it went down smoother than the first time. You wandered around and went over to the living room where the speakers were blaring Japan by Famous Dex. You laughed and started dancing to the music with a few of the other people who were swaying their hips and grinding up against one another. 

The song switched to Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz, which left you to begin grinding against whoever was behind you. They gripped your hips and moving your bodies in sync with the music. Your head tilted back and rested on the boy who was dancing with you. You turn around and look at them, soon realizing it was Ethan. You smirked and continued to dance with him while you two began talking. 

“You’re a good dancer.” Ethan yelled over the music, pulling you closer to him. You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I try.” Ethan laughed and continued to hold onto your hips that swayed in tune with the music. He looked down and watched you as you turned your head and looked around. “Hey, just out of curiosity, but do you have an exclamation point on your body?” 

You were hoping he did, or at least he used to. You looked down at your finger and saw that your mark was gone, which only meant one thing. 

“It’s gone. I guess you’re the one?” Ethan grinned, pulling your body even close than before. 

“I guess.” You grinned, hugging him and laughing before pulling him off the dancefloor. The two of you went to go find Julia so you could tell her. 

Julia hugged you and told you she told you so, which made you groan and end up walking back over to Ethan who was sitting on the couch and talking to Lukas. 

“Lukas told me you said I was hot! I’m sorry I can’t keep a secret.” You blurted, making Ethan look from you and turn to stare angrily at Lukas.

“Dude! Weren’t you listening! He’s gonna murder me!” Lukas says before hopping off the couch and scurrying away. 

Prompt: Ethan has one too many drinks at Mark’s New Year’s party and decides to turn to you for help.

Warnings: none there’s like one swear word though

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It is considered a right of passage on New Year’s when a person is over 21 to go get insanely intoxicated and most likely pass out with a box of pizza in your best friend’s living room. And that’s exactly what Ethan did.

It was in the early hours of the 1st that you got a loud rapping at your apartment door. Bleary-eyed and slightly annoyed, you stumbled sleepily to the source of the sound, guessing that it was the cops come to tell you that Ethan had done something to bring him to a new level of stupid. Either that, or he was dead. Based on your guesses, you weren’t at all surprised to find the man of the hour, half asleep and slumped against the door frame. You scoffed and sighed at the dopey smile he gave you as you opened the door.

“Hi.” He hiccuped and gave you that adorable face that had melted your heart one too many times. “Can I stay at your place?”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Ethan, it’s two in the morning and that face won’t get you anywhere this time. You need to go home.” You went to close your door, but Ethan shouldered his way between the doorway and you. “I’ll be quiet I promise,” he rubbed his face as he whispered. “Just get me some pizza.”

After about five minutes of some very sleepy banter, a compromise was met. If he paid for the pizza, you’d let him stay for the night.

He flopped down on your fluffy white bed. “I love you so much…” he sighed and dozed off.

You smirked but stayed quiet. There were times when he had told you the same thing, but meant it in a different way. A part of you felt the same way, with the other part shaking it off like a bad Taylor Swift song.

After ordering two large pizzas with Ethan’s card, you rubbed your eyes and went to get a glass of water. There would be no end to his complaining in the morning if his head felt like a bullet had just gone through it. You kicked his leg to shake him from his power nap and handed him the glass of water. “Never would have carded you as a sleepy drunk,” you teased.

Ethan snorted and rolled up to grab the cup. “There’s a lot of things *hic* that you don’t know me about,” he slurred. He drank as you sat down next to him. After a few gulps and a moment of pause, he said dreamily, “Is it bad if this still tastes like vodka?”

You laughed and stood up. “Alright, honey, lets get you to bed.” You tugged off his classic burgundy vans and swung his legs up onto the bed. His eyes practically rolled up into his head as he laid back. Before you flicked the lights off and bundled up in your downy comforter, you remembered how good Ethan had treated you when you came to him on your 21st birthday, the first time you had ever gotten drunk. He had snuck you into the house at 4 AM, giving you an oversized t-shirt and putting you to bed. You had woken up the next morning feeling like you had been run over by an 18-wheeler. Even if you thought he took your generosity for granted, you were guilty of it too.

From the depths of your covers came a loud snore. At the same time, the doorbell rang. Ethan yawned as you went to answer the door, laughing that this was the second time you had answered the door before 3 AM in the same day.

You practically snatched the two pizzas out of the delivery boy’s hands before hastily placing a $5.00 tip in his outstretched palm. Ethan was sitting up in your bed, ready and waiting for the warm box to be placed on his lap.

“Nope. You want it, you come eat on the couch.” You leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for the wails of complaint.

Ethan begrudgingly flung the covers off. He snatched his pizza box from your hands and mumbled a quick “I hate you”.

You smiled sweetly. “I’ll wait for the ‘just kidding’.”

He slid onto your couch and proceeded to snarf down his double pineapple pizza with an ugly look on his face. You bit into your supreme pizza and copied his facials.

After a few minutes of complete silence except for the sounds of chewing, you dusted your crumby hands on your pajama pants and turned to Ethan. His head kept drooping into his pineapple pizza.

“Ok, ya big baby, lets get you to bed.” You did your best to lug him up onto your queen size, taking off his jacket and tucking him in once again. Once he was knocked out, you turned off the overhead light and pulled the covers up and over your shoulder. His snores right behind your ear would try to keep you awake the whole night.

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The next morning was extremely uneventful, considering the pizza coma that you were both in. The only thing that got you out of bed was the way that Ethan had been cuddling you all night, not in a cute way, but like an oversized teddy bear. Not even you moving out of the bed woke him up. You grabbed a cold slice of pizza for a nutrition-filled breakfast, and started a quick brew of coffee. The morning was altogether peaceful, except for the small scream of pain that erupted from under you covers at 10 in the morning.

“Damn, you’re up before noon!” You sat down next to him and drank your coffee cheerily.

His brown mop poked out the top of the covers. “Could you not yell, please?” He spoke in a whisper.

“Nope,” you said a little louder. You started to go get more pizza, but a tender grab to your wrist made your mood soften slightly.

I CANT. THIS IS ALREADY BREAKING MY HEART. GOSH. THE ANGST. THE DRAMA. AHHHHHH

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 And then they sorta kinda get into a huge argument and the man left secretly while they argued and it will end in tears and somebody starting to take all the blame, but then y/n is just so torn and they get so angry that Ethan starts making a bigger deal than it is so y/n start’s to make fun of Ethan and call him names.

 Ethan spends the night at Teamiplier Co. and y/n receives an extremely aggressive phone call from Tyler or Mark that basically threatens them if they ever hurt Ethan like that again.

 Not soon after, Ethan breaks up w/ y/n and it’s just a downhill decent for Ethan and y/n as they go separate paths.

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