#​graysondolan ethandolan

[mohamadabujbara]

"We kindly ask for your rescue."

Our sweet days were lost,here In Gaza Strip. and we lost everything we gained with our hard work throughout our lives, because of the Israeli occupation.

We are now homeless. My apartment, my family’s apartment, and my brother’s apartment have been destroyed. We no longer work and manage our business as we used to. My father’s Karmoush toy store, and my brother’s Muhammad Ali optical center, and Adam’s kunafa shop have all been completely destroyed. Even our personal cars were destroyed by tanks. These days, Water and food have become an impossible requirement to obtain. Our children are beautiful and our adults are fragile.

Please do not leave us alone and save us with your donations on the attached link so that we can live in peace.

Your support means the world to me. Your participation will help me survive,

https://gofund.me/fda798e3

as it is not only to raise money, but to stop the suffering that we are experiencing.

Appeal for Assistance:

Support a Family from Gaza

A family from Gaza is urgently seeking assistance after their home and sources of livelihood were destroyed in the conflict. Currently, they are living in refugee tents. The businesses they lost include:

- Muhammad Ali Optical Center: Owned by brothers Muhammad and Ali.

- Karmoush Toy Showroom : Owned by their father.

- Adam Nabulsi Kunafa Shop: Owned by their brother Anas.

The destruction of these businesses has left them without a means of support. To escape the ongoing war, they need $5,000 per person to cross the Rafah border, amounting to $70,000 for the 14 family members, which includes parents, siblings, their spouses, and children. Additionally, they need funds to purchase and furnish a new home and cover personal expenses.

How You Can Help

Your generous donations can provide critical support for this family.

Please consider contributing to help them rebuild their lives and secure a safer future.

The link again :

https://gofund.me/fda798e3

Thank you for your compassion and support.

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👤 - @Itz_Rosa @Megster @GraysonDolan

@EthanDolan

EmiCore : We had a time last night 😆

Itz_Rosa - We sure tf did🤭

Megster - How did I even get home

GraysonDolan - Em you know how to throw a party

EthanDolan - That's not the only thing she knows how to throw 😏

EmiCore - @EthanDolan ayo🤨

Grayson 🥸 - Hey Emi ..

Me - Hey bailey

Grayson🥸 - I didn't tell you that so you could call me that 🙄

Me - Mm but you kind of did tho 🙂

Grayson 🥸 - Anyways ... soo about saturday

Me - I know it was so fun I did that 😌

Grayson 🥸 - Well yeah but I'm talking about what happened in the bathroom

Me - ??

Grayson - You don't remember?

Fuck yeah I remember but I'm just embarrassed that i tried kissing that man, ugh i'll just admit to it there's no point of pretending that it didn't happen

Me - Yeah I do .. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Me - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that grayson can you forgive me?

Grayson 🥸 - Ofc Em (:

Me - Good I don't want it to be awkward between us (:

Grayson 🥸 - Me either Em

Grayson 🥸 - Just one question tho

Me - Wassup ?

Grayson 🥸 - What made you want to kiss me ?

Fuck. How do I answer this ? Should I just be honest and tell him how it felt like it was only us, and how I felt like i was floating when I felt his touch. Or should I just lie and say it was the drinks in me because if I'm being honest it was a little bit of both I just don't know if I should even pursue this UGH! I need to get out of my fucking head and be straight up!

Me - Come over let's talk

Grayson 🥸 - okay 🫡

Fuck I really just sent that ... oh well there's no going back now, what the fuck am I even going to say to him.

Authors Note : Sorry about another short chapter, I had another book idea and ik idk why i'm thinking abt another book when i'm not even no where near finished with this one anyway as always lmk what you guys think xoxo J🩷

[whorefordean]

imagine doing the “rate your boyfriend throughout the day” tik tok with grayson, like him annoying you and him being cuddly🥺. may you please write a concept like that?

Grayson hadn’t known you’d been recording him throughout the day. He probably just thought you were taking quick pictures of him bc you do that a lot. Who wouldn’t tho? He is so 🥺

But he finally sees it when he’s laying down scrolling through TikTok. He has a smile on his face as you pop up on his screen. It quickly disappears tho when he sees the negative ranking you gave him for messing up your hair.

But he smiles again when he sees the really high ranking over the clip of him laying on top of you pressing kisses against your belly and arms as your hands rake through his hair.

When you walk into the room, grayson is frowning, though. He’s looking at his phone but pouts up at you when he hears the soft patter of your feet.

“What’s wrong, bubs,” you ask him while crawling into bed beside him. You cuddle into his side and wrap your arms around him.

“You really gave me a negative one thousand for cutting my hair?” Gray questions sadly. You giggle lightly.

“I still love it, baby. I just miss it being long,” you reassured while pressing a sweet kiss to his pouted lips.

[baby-turtles]

I. Can’t. Breathe.

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after being summoned to the new CEO’s head office, or rather dungeon, there’s an unexpected twist when y/n becomes, what some would say, mouthy with her relatively new boss..

warnings: smut & swearing, the usual :)

tag(s): @joyfuldolann tehe

a/n: i’ve never really done tags, but if you’d like to participate in them— (such as for future series or control-freak/capture parts) leave a comment on any of my posts or even dm me! (only if you want, don’t feel obligated to do so, it’s just for fun :)))) ily! <3 also, sorry if this is crappy.. i’m not the biggest fan of this part, but i really wanted to get something out for you all!

part one

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

His voice rang in your ears, like a symphony or an orchestra in a small room. So as you slowly walk down the hall, past the secretaries and into his large, barricaded office, you had internally convinced yourself that he's just a guy that's your boss. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

So you thought...

"Ms. Y/L/N." He addresses as soon as you shut the large door and turn around, though his eyes were glued to his large computer. "Sit." He demands, looking towards you for a moment and nodding to the chair sat in front of his huge desk. You hurry to answer his command, seating yourself in the cushiony furniture. You take a quick look around the room, the colors and décor a lot more darker and dungeon-y than Mr. Kidman had it. It almost made you sleepy, until his voice snapped;

"You should be a little less intrusive with your own thoughts, Ms. Y/L/N." He had fully turned, giving you his undivided attention with his brow arched and a signature smirk dotting his plump lips. You felt your cheeks go hot from just his voice, and his snippy, cockiness as well. "How're you to know exactly what I'm thinking, if I may ask Mr. Dolan?" You assertively question, crossing your legs as you furrow your brow with intent. You knew what games he was playing, and you'd play them right back if it meant putting him in his place, questionably.

"It's all about body language, darling. You seem to fidget a lot in my presence, which I notice that you don't do in anyone else's.” He begins, watching as you surely begin to run your hand along the ends of your skirt, something you normally do when you’re nervous. “You're a bit more sassy and less reserved when you're talking to me, and your cheeks seem to turn red when I directly speak to you, do they not?" He now had his large hands settled on the tabletop, fiddling his thumbs back and forth while he pursed his lips in question. He had completely caught you off guard and all the more stunned and almost embarrassed. "Sir.. I don't understand what you—"

"Or the way you dozed off that entire meeting. Tell me, Y/N, what were you daydreaming about, hm? Something work related I suppose?" He was quick to interrupt you, adding a fiery anger, much like Kidman's, to your attitude. "Listen, you cocky fucking asshole. I'm tired of your stupid pestering so if you could just get straight to the point instead of me having to sit here and endure your little go-arounds for another half hour, it'd be greatly appreciated." You violently whisper, standing from your seat with your arms crossed and your lips in a thin line.

You're a very tolerant person, but his continuous egging on was bound to make you burst anyway. But what made you even more extravagantly angered was his hoarse chuckle that began to rumble throughout the room. "Cocky fucking asshole, huh?" He continues his girthy laugh, standing from his seat and slowly strolling around to the front of his desk. You slightly gulp when he towers you with his height, his intensity and nonchalantness at the same time a bit too much to bear. "I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours, princess, before it gets you into some real trouble." He seats himself on the front edge, examining you head-to-toe with his beading eyes. You grew stiff, not wanting to make a sound or remark in his wavering stare.

Perhaps to keep from getting in trouble, maybe?

"I'd say the same to you, if it weren't for yours being rather large, than little." You incoherently scoff, surprising yourself with your own words. His face contorted from his relaxed look into a more furious looking one. His grip on the ledge of his oak wood desk had tightened, making the tops of his hands whiter and more constructed than they would look relaxed. His indented cheekbones grew more visible and his eyes seemed to darken out of nowhere.

He does look very ravishing when he's angry..

Suddenly, you feel his tight grip on your hips, shoving you back down into the chair without a warning. "Y'know, Kidman told me about you," He began, waltzing away from you and around your chair, undoing his tie in the process. All the while you sat there with wide eyes and a fluttery feeling down near the pit of your stomach. It gave you goosebumps clear down your arms and legs. "He said you were a very independent, hardworking women that's quiet and respectable. But frankly, you've proved him wrong." He sighs as he turns to face you, still sat in the chair, with a sharp and pointed look that gave you the good tinglings. "Well, frankly," You mock his tone, "You've only known me for the minimum of three hours, Mr. Dolan. You're just assuming." You point out, with a ghastly smile.

To that, he loudly slaps his hands on the arms of the chair that you were forcefully sat in, his face becoming of close proximity to yours. "Have anything else to say before I smack that tiny little ass of yours?" He questions with the raise of his brow, sending another one of the flooding shivers down your entire body.

Fuck.

If it wasn't for your lack of correct, impulsive decision making skills, you would have walked away and finished whatever work you had left and hurried home. But instead, you flipped yourself over and laid on the chair, ready for whatever he wanted to do to you.

"Take that fucking skirt off." He deeply orders, taking his blazer off angrily after unclipping his belt buckle. You obey almost immediately, shimming the skirt down your legs and unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your white dress shirt. You firstly feel his fingers softly glide over your asscheek, trailing towards your thong and looping his index finger under the thin fabric. With a tight, forceful pull, he rips it in half and tosses the bunched up silk to the side as you gasp with surprise. You close your eyes as you feel his hand glaze over asscheek once again, readying yourself for what would eventually hurt like hell.

But instead of what potentially would have been a slap, you feel his large hands roughly pull your legs apart, and his cock slam down into your noticeably aroused pussy. You loudly yelp, securing your hands around whatever you could while his settled at the valley of your hips. “Fuck, yes.” He breathlessly groans with his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched with immense pleasure. Your eyes began to water and the beginning of his slow, steady thrusts made your pussy clench with the desire of more. You had your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep your sounds and contentment as quiet as possible.

You hadn’t even realized how long it’s been since you’ve had real, carefree sex. You honestly forgot how good and scandalous it felt. Though, you started to remember, even in your hazed state of mind, that it was your new boss standing behind you. But before you could even get a chance to agree or take action from your right state of mind, you felt him lift you up and rush the two of you over to the other side of his spacious desk, his cock still embedded inside you and unmoving.

He lays you on your back, grabbing the opened part of your shirt and ripping it off, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed as he swiftly unclips your bra and pulls it down your arms. Unlike his slowness before, he began to speed up quickly, barreling into you like he hadn’t done it in years. Which would be true if he hadn’t drunkenly slept with a women he had met at the bar almost a year ago, but he faintly remembers that anyway.

You became used to the pressure that once stretched your walls uncomfortably, but now it felt right. The way he entered you, at a slight angle, made your legs quiver with desire and the yearning for more. And when he touched that certain spot, oh god it made you whine like crazy.

“Fuck—there!” He had you almost screaming, which made him all the more aroused and heightened. He continued his harsh poundings, bringing his hands from your hips and softly up your stomach until they reached your perky breasts. He toyed with your sharpened nipple, grinning at the sensation it brought to you when you arched your back. With the sudden shaking of your legs and the unshielded moans you let loose, he could just tell you were extremely close.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet, Y/N. I’ve hardly fucking started with you.” Grayson then harshly brought his hand down to your soaked clit, rubbing it in quick circles. You weren’t really one to disobey authority, but it seems like getting on Grayson Dolan’s, the CEO of the company Choff, nerves were a bit more fun and exhilarating.

So when you felt the extremely bound knot in your stomach begin to want to unravel— you just let it. You came over his engulfed cock that continued to sink into you as you hardly breathe, the overflowing feeling and sensation that numbed your entire body washing over you. You weren’t given anytime to reassess, because he continued his thrusts, speeding himself up with an anger you’ve never seen before. He picked you up again, slamming you against the wall with one of his hands holding your ass up while the other kept your hands above your head.

“That’s fucking it—”

Though, the two of you were too caught up in each other to realize that someone was at the door, stunned and shocked at the scene playing out..

(masterlist)

[ethanandgraysonsandwich]

SO alike yet SO different.

[quinneleanor]

https://www.wattpad.com/story/282488732-crossroads 

[euphoricalethan]

\\Goddesses and monsters //

🦋🦋🦋🦋

Y/n watched as her wings fluttered closed and rested against her back before she stepped into the palace like building, walking into the dining area seeing her mother was sat at the end of it with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hello, Mom." Y/n sighed as she pulled out her chair before sitting down and smoothing our her dress

The two sat in an awkward silence before a loud boom was heard at the front of the house, y/n and her mother looked to see Lilith walking up the couple of steps leading into the dining room

"Hello, sister and mother." Lilith sat down next to y/n watching as her daughter sat right next to her

"Y/n stop thinking about that guy who sits outside my house all the time." Lilith laughed as she took a drink from her glass cup

"Lilith would you shut your mouth."  Y/n's mother slammed her fist on the table as Lilith continued to embarrass Y/n speaking about what was going on inside her head

"What I'm just being honest, I can read minds and y/n was an open book!!" Lilith scoffed as she took a drink of her whiskey before slamming the glass onto the table, only doing it a little too hard causing it to shatter.

"Stop reading people's minds." Aurora butted in only causing Lilith to roll her eyes at the eldest sister

"Screw this, I'm leaving—I'll talk to you guys when you aren't being rude and disrespectful to each other—we're supposed to be a family and this isn't how a family acts!" Y/n stood up as she shook her head beginning to make her way out of the kitchen

Y/n sighed as she walked the empty path near her mothers house, stopping at every dead flower she hovered her hand over it watching it bloom as if it was a brand new flower. Finding an empty patch of grass she sat down on pulling her knees up to her chest—looking up at the night sky seeing the stars shimmer—she felt a few tears fall down her face as her mind raced with thoughts of her family that sat inside the house bickering back and forth.

"Why're you so sad princess?" y/n jumped at the deep husky voice that came from behind her she wiped her eyes before turning to meet the bright hazel eyes of Grayson

"How did you find me?" She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her knees, her chin resting against the back of her hands as she looked at the stars once more

"I have my ways—now are you gonna tell me why you're sad? Grayson sat criss criss next to y/n looking up at the stars wondering what was so special about them

"No—I'm not telling a demon about my personal problems." The small girl scoffed as she let out a laugh afterwards

"Oh, so it's a personal reason—that's understandable sweetheart, I know the feeling." He picked at the grass as he thought of what to say next

"No, you don't know the feeling of hearing your mother and sister argue all the freaking time." She shook her head covering her face so he couldn't see the tears

"Yes I do, trust me—my brother and mother argued all the time." Grayson laughed as he reached in front of him grabbing a small pink flower before pushing a piece of y/n's hair back and placing the stem of the flower behind her ear

"Why're you being nice to me?" Y/n removed her hands from her face as she turned her head looking at the boy seeing he was smiling at her slightly

"Why not?" He just shrugged as he looked away from her

"You're a demon."

"Just because I'm a demon—doesn't mean I'm not nice princess."

Y/n sighed as she took in the boys features, his eyes a bright hazel color, his dark brown hair falling in his face slightly, his muscular arms—Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Y/n." She hummed as she traced shapes on her knee

"What?" Grayson furrowed his eyebrows looking away from the stars and into y/n's pink eyes that glistened in the moonlight

"That's my name, y/n." She repeated it once more as Grayson smiled this time showing his dimples along with a toothy smile

"A beautiful name for the most beautiful angel."

"I'm anything far from beautiful, if anything my sister Aurora is beautiful." The girl shook her head as she let a small laugh fall from her lips only for Grayson to scoff

"Bullshit." He leaned back extending his arms behind him as he rested on his hands

"I'm sorry?" Y/n cocked an eyebrow as she picked at certain pieces of grass

"You heard me—bullshit, I know your sister, yeah she's pretty but she's not as beautiful or exotic as you."

"How do you know my sister?"

"Doesn't matter—come with me." Grayson stood up holding out his hand waiting for y/n to take it

"Why?" She hesitated before placing her dainty hand in his large one

"I wanna show you something." He began making his way down a trail that was off the main path

Dead flowers bloomed as y/n walked past them—she didn't mean for it to happen it's been that way since she was born since she was born the angel of resurgence, but she was also born with mind reading along with the ability to talk to animals her mother always said she was special she just never understood why exactly—she thought she was just like every other angel.

The two made their way to a small mountain top, Grayson sat down watching as y/n followed the boys actions sitting down right next to him, the two sat there and chatted for a bit before a voice was heard in the distance.

"Y/n, where are you—I'm sorry for what i did." Lilith was heard calling out for the youngest sister

"I'm here." Y/n sat on a large boulder causing Lilith to look up at the girl before teleporting next to her

"Sorry about earlier, I just—don't think it's a good idea if you mess around with Grayson it could end up a mistake."

"Why not?" Y/n looked at her older sister as she swung her feet lightly

"He'll seem nice at first but then you'll have sex and up pregnant and he will get bored and leave." Lilith looked at y/n as she sighed feeling her shoulders drop

"How do you know?"

"Because I made that mistake, y/n." Lilith sighed as she placed her hand on Y/n's as Liliths memories beginning to flash through her mind

From Lilith meeting Grayson, their first date, after their first time, the moment she found out she was pregnant, to him leaving her alone.

"She's...his?" Y/n watched as Lilith nodded her head slowly

"Grayson and I go back a bit, he said he loved me too, he even took me to this mountain top thing—told me I was welcome there anytime." Lilith looked off into the distance as horror filled y/n's face

"He—that's where I was a few minutes ago, oh god Lilith I'm so stupid for actually believing a demon would actually like me, an angel!" Y/n ran a hand through her hair as she shook her head, standing and pacing back and forth

"Hey—hey..calm down." Lilith stood up and grabbed y/n by the wrist their eyes meeting for a split second  

"Y/n just don't mess around with him." Lilith and hopped down off the boulder and made her way inside

"Fucking idiot." Y/n whispered to herself as she laid on the rock looking up to watch the stars shimmer in the sky 

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part two ah ha ha sorry it took so long, also if anything is fucked up and doesn’t make sense I’m very sorry I’ll fix it eventually!

I’m also uploading this story onto wattpad and if you wanna check it out on their my user is @ euphoricaldolan:)

[onlykusuo]

and i am in love with you

[multiparadise]

not worth it anymore ✦ g. dolan

summary: being asked to be grayson dolan’s girlfriend wasn’t the easiest because for starters it was going to be a relationship for the camera’s, just a show for the fan’s. and secondly, it already sucked that the guy who made your heart beat like crazy had a hatred towards you and can barely stand being in the same room as you and sometimes the pain is not worth it anymore.

warnings: lots of angst, grayson being a really mean person, and lots of heart break.

cue the hand signal from ethan. the lights were bright, slightly blinding your vision as you intertwined your fingers with the man next to you. a big smile on your face. you looked happy. you knew you did. you knew this would trick whoever was behind the screen watching this video. the man, grayson, smiled down at you and for a second you thought it was real too. just a happy couple. 

“well guys, should i confess the obvious now?” grayson said to the fans while looking in the camera. “you guys were absolutely correct, (your ship name) is real. and i’m sorry we kept it from you, but i hope you guys can see how in love i am with her. and maybe you’ll learn to love her just as much as me.” 

another cue, he pressed his lips to your cheek. you blushed. cleared your throat and spoke the first time during the duration of this video. “i love him so much, grayson dolan you are my everything and i am so thankful for these past 7 months. thank you for making me happy.” 

signal the last cue. the two of you shared a kiss, it was quick but it was enough. it was enough to convince them, but it was enough for you to remember the way they felt. 

then the recording stopped after the outro. ethan told you two that you did great and the chemistry even looked real to him. this caused your heart to flutter as you felt the chemistry was real too. how can someone even deny it? there has to be something there. but you were wrong again. you watched as grayson rolled his eyes, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. a disgusted, disturbed look etched on his face. he let out a harsh laugh before getting out “i swear to god if we have to kiss one more time i’m gonna punch the wall.” 

you didn’t need a cue for this, this was real. a heartbreak in the moment was real. you didn’t need someone to tell you how to act or how to feel because this was reality, this was real. the man you’ve given all your heart to had no clue he owned it and didn’t care about the power he had over it either. 

the three of you went your separate ways after that comment from grayson. you sighed, dragging yourself to the front door leaving their home knowing you’d have to come back in a few days to record another video updating the fans about your wonderful, perfect relationship. 

once you got home you received a text message from ethan apologizing for grayson’s words because to him it wasn’t a secret that you loved grayson. and at times it was a blessing and a curse that he knew. you messaged him back stating that it was okay, it’s always okay (when it’s not) and that he should’t be apologizing but you still appreciated it anyways. 

three days pass by and your social media has been blowing up none stop with comments and edits of you and your ‘boyfriend’ grayson. and due to discussions ahead of times the two of you would repost things from fans, comment hearts, stupid shit like “i love him so much” and “she’s my everything” and even talking about each other in a lovey dovey way on snapchat to make them thing that the distance between you two is so fucking painful. 

it was, at least for you. 

you find yourself at their house later that day, ethan recording a live video. cue this, cue that. you became used to it. the acting was natural for you. and you had to admit that grayson was a damn good actor, or maybe he did have feelings for you. and you were a fool that kept telling yourself that. 

during this live Q&A a fan had asked what was your favorite thing about each other. you smiled, feeling your heart flutter. “my favorite thing about grayson is everything. he’s phenomenal at everything he does. and also i have no complaints that he cooks for me and he builds things for us all the time! maybe he’ll build our future house with a great view we can look over to as we wake up and cuddle in the morning.” grayson smiled too and that was enough to send your heart to beat like crazy. “that sounds fucking awesome, i would love that. and i would even build a crib for a nursery because of course we’re going to have mini us running around.” 

cue the butterflies, cue the genuine smile, and cue the love you have for him. 

the video was coming to an end as you both said goodbye, holding hands glancing over at ethan as he had a big smile on his face thinking that maybe grayson did have feelings for you his (ethan’s) best friend but he was too stubborn and hurt from past shit to admit it. 

the lights die down, the moon was shining in the night sky, a blush etched unto your cheeks grayson rips his hand away. turning to you, “and don’t think we’d ever hook up. got it?” and the venom dripping in his voice was enough to set you straight. 

there was no way he loved you. 

for some reason you stuck around, but it wasn’t for long. it was about a month after the first video announcing your ‘relationship’ when grayson found you sitting on the guest bedroom’s bed with tears streaming down your cheeks painful sobs crawling it’s way out. he hesitated, “are you okay?” and that ticked you off. you stood up, pain in your eyes and grayson could see it. he could see the raw emotion you held and realized this was the first time he actually looked into your (eye color) eyes. they were mesmerizing. 

“shut up!” you yelled at him catching him off guard. “just stop, please i am begging you. stop. don’t act like you care, because you don’t. you know you don’t! so why fucking bother?!” 

“i-” he started but couldn’t get much out as you sobbed once again. “no, grayson. don’t. just fucking don’t. whatever you have to say i don’t care. tell me how terrible it is, how terrible it would be to date me. but guess what grayson we’re not actually together! i don’t see why after every single video you have to remind me of that. to tell me how horrible it is for you to act like your with me, to tell me how bad it would be for anybody. do you know how much that hurts?”

no he didn’t know. 

he didn’t know how much it hurt. 

and he stayed silent as you poured out all your feelings, all your sadness on him. 

“i can’t-” you choked out, “i can’t do this anymore. this pain is not worth it anymore your hatred for me is too much. if you hate me so much then why even fake a relationship with me? is it because you know you’d never fall for me? because if so, congratulations, congratulations to the fact that i’m so horrible. right grayson? wasn’t that what you said after last nights video?” 

he was still silent, but tears welled up in his eyes feeling mad with himself to become such a jerk to someone who was never a jerk to him before. he watches you tug on a suitcase he didn’t notice until know. he felt his heart being tugged, urgently looking around for ethan to give him his lines, a cue, something but ethan wasn’t there because this was reality. 

it wasn’t until you turned around at the front door staring deep into his eyes did he realize how horrible he was and how much he loved you but it was too late as you whispered, throat sore from the screaming, too tired to even show anger with him. just hurt. “you’re the most selfish man i have ever met grayson bailey dolan but i guess i’m the biggest fool i’ve ever met because through all the pain, i loved you. but not anymore.”

and then, you left.

author’s note: hello, thank you for reading this. this is my first imagine here on this account. feedback would be appreciated, both negative and positive. i am here to improve with my writing. i write about the dolan twins and possibly more to come.

[kianlawleyplease]

Grayson looks just like Sean nobody talk to me ❤💔

[whorefordean]

lover x e.d

song fic based on the song lover by taylor swift

wc: 2.4k

pairing: ethan dolan x reader 

warnings: a few cuss words and a dirty(ish) joke 

requested: yes 

a/n I would like to sincerely apologize for not posting a fic or anything in months!! I have so many requests from June/July and I’m so sorry!  I promise I am going to try to write some more soon!! Anyways, enjoy!!

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We could leave the christmas lights up ‘til january

This is our place, we make the rules

You were struggling with Ethan.  You had been begging him for months to do it.  But ever since you and Ethan got your own place, he had always talked about how your home needed character.  Which is why you were trying to force him to get up now.  

“Ethan c’mon.  We have to take them down today!” You scolded while pulling Ethan’s arm, trying to get him off the couch.  

“Why can’t we leave them up?” Ethan whined, not budging from his spot.  You groaned.  

“For how much longer, Eth?” You questioned.  

“Til January,” Ethan shrugged.  You laughed loudly, dropping his arm to cross yours across your chest.  

“It’s July, Ethan,” You pointed out.  

“We make the rules, babe,” Ethan smirked.  

You sighed and flopped back down beside your boyfriend.  

“I can’t believe you,” You mumbled out.  

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Ethan wasn’t always like that, though.  Before you guys had gotten close, and into a relationship, Ethan was more lowkey about expressing himself.  It was alluring, really.  He was so mysterious and closed off when you met him at the beach one night.  

“Shit, sorry,” he said.  You just laughed and shrugged.  The guy laughed awkwardly, trying to recovers from the trip he had just taken into your side.  

“It’s cool.  We haven’t even met, and you’re already falling for me,” you teased the boy in front of you.  He laughed nervously, and you were quick to notice the blush across his face.  

“Y/n,” you introduced, extending your hand out for him to shake.  

“Ethan,” the boy smiled, shaking your hand gently.  

The two of you talked for hours that night.  You watched the sunrise together.  

“Can I tell you something, but you can’t laugh at me?” Ethan asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that settled over the two of you.  

“Already in love with me, E?  I just met you a few hours ago,” you teased.  Ethan laughed softly.  

“Wow, you really do know everything about me now, don’t you?” Ethan joked back.  

The two of you laughed together for a moment.  

“Honestly, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, y/n,” Ethan confessed as you settled down.  

“Ditto.” 

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?  

“Wanna hang out?” you asked Ethan through the phone.  

“I have to run errands today,” Ethan responded.  You could hear the gloom in his voice, and your shoulders slumped.  

“Can I come with?” You asked hesitantly.  You waited in silence for a few seconds.  Just as you were about to shut down your own idea, Ethan answered.  

“I’ll be there in ten.”  

So, ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car on the way to the grocery store.  

You both spent an hour annoying each other and trying to embarrass the other in the store.  After nearly getting kicked out, you and Ethan were walking back to the car with a buggy full of bags.  

“Can we always be like this?  This close, I mean?” You asked.

“Always,” Ethan smiled.  

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

You laughed quietly into Ethan’s chest as he pulled you closer.  

“Why are you laughing at me?” Ethan asked playfully.  

“When you asked me out this is not what I was expecting,” you let out between giggles.  

Ethan had finally asked you out on a date after months of flirting.  You were ecstatic when he asked, and you were sure he knew that with how quickly you answered before he even finished the question.  

Your date had started off pretty normal.  Ethan took you to dinner, then the two of you decided to skip the movie and go for a walk in the park.  What neither one of you expected was getting stuck in the piss pouring rain.  And, better yet, Ethan decided it was the perfect time for dancing.  

You couldn’t be too mad, though.  Ethan looked so young and carefree as he laughed while spinning you around in the middle of the empty park.  

And Ethan couldn’t be bothered to care that his car would be soaked, and you’d both likely end up with colds.  He couldn’t be bothered to care about those things when your cheeks flushed red as he whispered sweet compliments into your ear.  He watched in aw as you threw your head back, laughing at some stupid joke he had executed so horrendously.  

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“How did you manage to drag me into this?” You questioned your boyfriend as you dragged him into the kitchen away from the thumping bass in the living room.  

“What do you mean?” Ethan asked, playing dumb.  Honestly, you weren’t even sure he was playing.  

“Everybody’s drunk, E.”

“Okay?”

“How are they getting home?” 

“You really are the mom of the friend group, y/n.”

“Ethan, be serious.”

“I am.”

You huffed at the man standing in front of you.  You crossed your arms in front of your chest, causing Ethan to mock you and do the same.  

“What are we supposed to do, Ethan?” You begged for an answer.  Ethan thought for a moment.  

“They can sleep in the living room!” Ethan responded like it was some grand idea.  

“There’s no way you’re being serious,” you shook your head.  Ethan just smiled at you and nodded.  

“It’s our house.  We can let fifteen people sleep in our living room if we want,” Ethan shrugged.  You sighed.  

“You’re making the pallet.”

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

“You can’t seriously be mad at me, babe,” Ethan laughed as you walked into your shared home.  

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Ethan,” you huffed out while kicking your shoes off at the door and flinging your purse onto the table beside the door.  

You were irritated, to say the least.  You and Ethan had decided to go to your favorite diner down the street after having a rough week at work, and the waitress was getting a little too flirty with Ethan. 

“It’s really not a big deal, honey,” Ethan reassured you as he pulled you into his chest.  

“You didn’t see the way she looked at you, E.  She was practically drooling onto my fries,” you mumbled into Ethan’s chest while wrapping your arms around him.  

“I only have eyes for you, honey.  I’ve only had eyes for you for three years,” Ethan whispered the last part into your ear softly.  

“Good, cause I want ‘em all,” you whispered back.  

“You’ll have them all,” Ethan smiled while twisting the engagement ring that had recently been slipped onto your finger by the man himself.  

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my lover

“Cam, please just let me go see him,” you had begged the older Dolan standing in front of you.  

“Y/n, I am not letting you sneak off to see, Ethan.  It’s bad luck to see your groom before the wedding.  Plus, it’s only one night.  I think you’ll survive,” Cameron teased you.  You groaned causing her to laugh at you.  

“We don’t have to tell anybody,” you huffed under your breath.  Cameron rolled her eyes and shook her head.  

You flopped onto yours and Ethan’s shared bed and sighed.  

“Cam, I’m always with him.  I miss him,” you admitted.  Your eyes had begun to water as a wave of emptiness settled over you.  It felt wrong to lay in your bed without Ethan there beside you.  The two of you truly had been connected at the hip since you met.  

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay.  It’s just one night.  Then, you’ll never have to spend another night without him,” Cam comforted you.  

“I’m such a crybaby, holy shit,” you laughed at yourself as you wiped your eyes.  

“If it makes you feel better, Gray texted me and said Ethan has been whiney all day,” Cam grinned, nudging your shoulder.  

“Can I at least call him?” you gave Cameron your best puppy dog eyes, knowing she’d cave.  

“Fine, but no FaceTime,” she groaned.  

You sat up way too fast, shaking the dizziness off as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand.  You clicked Ethan’s contact as fast as you could, and after two short rings, the call connected.  

“Oh, thank god,” Ethan sighed, “I thought I was gonna go crazy.”  

“Cam finally caved,” you giggled as Cameron rolled her eyes beside you, a soft smile resting on her lips.  In all honesty, she loved how in love you and Ethan are.  

“I was fully convinced I would murder Grayson if I didn’t talk to you tonight,” Ethan confessed.  

You laughed at Ethan.  The two of you talked for hours.  Eventually, Cameron had fallen asleep in the guest room, and you settled into Ethan’s side of the bed.  

“Can we always be this close, Ethan?” you asked, barely audible.  

“Always,” Ethan replied before telling you to sleep well.  

“Big day tomorrow,” he’d remind you, sending a smile to your face, knowing that the same time the next night you’d be Mrs. Dolan.  

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

“It’s not too late to back out,” Ethan whispered into your ear as the priest started the ceremony.  

“Ethan, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” you teased back.  You could never be scared of Ethan leaving you at the altar.  The two of you had talked about marriage for years.  There’s no way you’d ever leave each other.  

“Y/n, do you take Ethan Grant Dolan to be your lawfully wedded…” the priest continued.  You smiled at the thought of spending the rest of your life with the man standing in front of you.  Ethan was grinning at you with small tears rolling down his face.  

“I do,” you whispered, only loud enough for Ethan to hear.  

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest spoke cheerfully, stepping away from you and Ethan slightly.  

Ethan quickly grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you in close.  Your hands were wrapped gently around Ethan’s wrists as he kissed you passionately.  Time seemed to stop and the loud roars were drowned out with the love coursing through you as you and Ethan kissed.  

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

You and Ethan laid in the dark in your shared bed.  It was well past 3 am, and you could feel your eyes getting heavy.  Ethan was holding your hands in his, slowly tracing shapes onto the back of your hand.  You smiled as he drew a small circle on your hand.  

“Endless.  Like my love for you,” Ethan whispered softly.  

“You’re so cheesy, E,” you smiled at him in the dark, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing him in.  

“Just don’t wanna lose you.  Don’t wanna hurt again,” Ethan mumbled.  

“Never gonna lose me, love,” you reassured Ethan while pressing slow kisses to his shoulder.  

“Promise?” Ethan asked.  

“Am I not dramatic enough for you?  Do I not express my love well enough?” you playfully teased your husband.  

“Please, you could be an actress with your theatricals,” Ethan snorted.  

“Must I shout my love for you from the rooftops?” you continued.  

“Oh, please, y/n, not again,” Ethan groaned as you pulled yourself out of Ethan’s embrace and onto your feet.  

Ethan tried to grab you, but you were too quick.  Already halfway down the hall before Ethan made his way out of your room.  

“Y/n, people are sleeping! We have neighbors!” Ethan scolded as you slipped through the guest bedroom window and heaved yourself onto the roof.  You walked cautiously, waiting for Ethan to get up there with you.  

“I am in love with Ethan Dolan!” you shouted as loud as you could.  Ethan blushed and quickly pushed his hand against your mouth.  

You watched as a light from the house across the street flickered on.  

“Oh shit,” you whispered, causing Ethan to snort.  

“Again, y/n?” your neighbor, Mrs. Dott, the sweet old lady who baked you cookies every Friday, called out to you.  You giggled softly at her teasing words.  

“Always,” you called out in response to her.  

“Young love,” you heard her mumbled faintly before turning around and going back inside.  

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

“Ethan, it’s not gonna fit,” you huffed out.  

“You know we always make it fit,” Ethan smirked and grabbed your hips.  

“Now is not the time for your dirty jokes, Ethan,” you huffed, still trying to adjust the  Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.  

“But I love watching you blush,” Ethan teased while poking your cheeks and leaving a few kisses down your neck.  

“Not now.  We have to set everything up,” you scolded.  Ethan raised his hands in defense and helped you with the decorations.  

“Why did you wait so long to start decorating?” Ethan asked.  

“It’s a magical thing called procrastination, Ethan,” you mumbled back.  

A few days later, Grayson, Lisa, and Cameron were talking in your living room as you and Ethan quickly finished cooking dinner.  

“Dinner’s done,” you called out to the three guests with a warm smile.  You and Ethan placed the dishes on the table.  You scooted the chair beside you an inch closer and slid it out enough for Ethan to sit down.  

Ethan smiled at you and placed a kiss to your forehead while tracing a circle onto your thigh.  You smiled back at him and gestured for everyone to begin eating.  

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

[baby-turtles]

I’d just like everyone to know das me 🥰

[angeldolanx]

Chapter 25. /- travel to another state/

20.06.'20

"Come with us, for real" said again Grayson but now he stepped closer and hugged me, probably to make his plead work even better.

" But why? You go to visit your family and spend time with them."

"Yeah we do, but we could still show you so many place where we grew up. Come on, it's gonna be fun to break away from LA and it would make me so happy" he continued to try to convince me.

"For real M, come with us" joined Ethan too, and at this point all I could do is laugh and agree to them. Of course if one of them is not enough to get something, sure enough the other one is gonna join and make your life ten times harder.

05.07.'20

So that's how I ended up in New Jersey on friday afternoon with the boys. I was courious as I looked out from our taxi's window to the foreign city. Grayson kept holding my left hand, while he talked with Ethan about something, but I was definitely somewhere else in my thoughts. Traveling was always a big dream for me and I was so happy to see new places. At the same time I felt terrible when I called Veronica for a few days off, even though she was totally fine with it. I didn't want to let her down but at the same time I didn't want to let down myself either. I was excited to see where the boys grew up and what do they mean when they say home. When Grayson said they have a house here somewhere deep down it's reassured me. I wasn't sure if I was ready to meet their mom and get a question about who am I? A friend, love? I guess we never put a label on it.

A few minutes later our taxi stopped in front of a white house. It was a really chill street, we could hear how the kids played in front of their house a few miles away from us. Their laugh reverberated between the houses and I giggled when Grayson caught me looking at them with a big smile on my face and reached for my hand to pull me behind them to the house. I love children, simply everytime I say I am childish I still feel like I would be ready to be a mom, but of course I have time. I still enjoy the parties too. Maybe that's what really strange in our early twenties. There is still in you that you wanna have fun, go to parties, travel, but at the same time there is a picture in you too about the future. Some people in this age are already parents, while others still get drunk every weekend, study in a university or build their career. It is a strange stage in our life's, I would say this is really the time when you feel like you start to really become an adult. One thing is sure, you are exactly where you should be. You are not late, or further. Everyone has their own time.

I really loved the twin's house, it was homie with huge windows and big spaces but it still felt more like a home then every house in LA. They were cool, but I never felt like I would live my entire life in that city.

I was not even surprised when after they showed me the house, the last thing was the balcony with a huge garden in front of it and a little forest next to it. It was a typical house where I pictured them being when they come here. It's really fit their personalities.

"I love this house" I said and looked to the woods. The birds chirping filled the air while the sun's warm shine lit up the forest. It really was a nice view from the balcony.

"It's always refreshing to come here from LA for a while" replied E. " You are the first girl ever who come with us to here."

" Aw really? " I giggled but flinched a little bit when Grayson suddenly came out and pulled me closer to his strong upper body as he hugged my chest from behind.

"Are you ready to go?"

" Where? We just arrived " I asked and looked back at his face.

"To have fun " he shrugged his shoulder and I already knew from their grin to each other that the rest of the day is gonna be eventful.

They only gave me time to change into something more comfortable on top of a swimsuit, so I picked up a black jogger short and a basic white crop shirt over my white bikini and I was ready to see what's the boys plan was.

I felt like our whole day was crazy, and all I did all day is laughing. I laughed loudly when I set behind Grayson on a quad and I needed to bend down to my hair not get filled with leaves from the trees. I laughed too when I stood up on the quad and tried to keep my balance next to Gray's crazy speed and sat down fast when I felt my legs started to slip.

I didn't laugh that much when I stood in a bridge's inner part and tried to overcome my agoraphobia and looked down to the boys, who already jumped down to the water and kept yelling to me to join them. I closed my eyes, pushed myself away and screamed before I landed in the warm water with a huge splash. I laughed loudly again as Grayson hugged me under the water while I gave Ethan a high five for being brave enough to do it. Okay maybe I was not daring enough compared to the boys, when I just watched them keep going up and jumping down again and again. They were like two children and I really saw them in a way like never before. I never seen them being so happy and free and it was just even more surprising how much it made my heart throb from seeing them like this.

" I've never thought you are gonna be this open to try these things" said Grayson while we were on our way home. We sat on their pickup's open trunk. He leaned against the side, while I sat between his legs and my head was pressed against his chest and Ethan drived. My hair was a mess from the wind, but it was a another new thing that I've never thought I should try, but it was worth it.

"Of course I am, I've had so much fun today" I replied honestly, and tried to move more to the side in his arms so I could look at him. The charming smile that was on his face still not faded and the light of the setting sun gleamed in his eyes. I loved the fact that he was the type of men who can be cute and romantic, but he can be crazy too to make me feel like he is my friend, not just my love. Today when we went to these adventures we didn't even think about hugging and kissing. We don't wanna make Ethan feel awkward and we definitely not that cheezy type anyway. Sometimes we could seem like we are kinda cold to each other, but there is definitely a fire between us, that only we could see.

He probably laughed at me for zoning out while I looked into his eyes and thought about him, so all I did was laugh with him and placed my hand on his face and gave him a long kiss on his soft and pumped lips. He looked cute how his sill slightly wet hair was messy because of the wind, but that cute look faded quickly when I looked back down to his face from his hair and saw his beard and strong jawline that made him look more masculine. Either way, he was perfect.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he frowned his brows.

" I am just.. whatever " I smiled and I was glad he didn't questioned me more and just pulled me closer to his arms. I hid my face in his neck and placed a soft kiss there. I didn't want to tell him that I'm trying to enjoy every small moment, so I can remember them when I am not gonna see him for months, or years or maybe never again. I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but I am sure I am gonna remember every single moment that I experienced here and I am sure these memories and moments gonna make a smile on my face no matter what.

I spent the night alone in the huge house. The boys went over to their mom's and there was not a chance to convince me to go there with them. For me it's really is a serious thing in a relationship when you meet with the parents, even though I wasn't the biggest expert in relationships. I am sure I was afraid from it because I never experienced a situation like this. There was that bad thought in my head where I stand in front of their sister and mom and they look at me in a weird way because of my complicated relationship with Grayson, or because they think he deserves someone else. Someone prettier, better, anything, just not me. Is it really surprising that I ended up overthinking it? I don't think so.

In the meantime I called my mom to have a little chat with her. Later I looked around in the living room and smiled on their baby pictures and then sat down to look around on my social medias. I took my time picking pictures what Ethan took earlier of me next to the river and I uploaded it to my instagram.

I just stepped out from Grayson's bedroom when I heard the front door's opening and the boys arrived with loud noises. I already took a bath, so all I wore was Grayson's shirt. I smiled when I heard how Grayson started to call my name a few seconds later, so I went down fast on the stairs and jumped on his back with a loud giggle.

"Mom sent you dinner" said Ethan, and placed the bag on the kitchen counter.

" Aw she is so cute" I replied and really made me feel good for her thinking of me. Of course since it was about food I got excited and as soon as I came down from Grayson's back I wanted to go next to Ethan, but Gray got my waist and laughed as he pulled me back to his arms. "Stop, I'm hungry" I giggled, when I felt his lips on my neck. The feeling sent shivers down my spine and it really was a thing that I couldn't got used to now matter how many times I felt his lips on my skin. My body always reacted to him.

"Can you please leave it to the bedroom?" grimaced E, so I moved away from Grayson and shook my head on his dramatic brother and set down to the bar stool with a fork in my hand.

" Do you wanna get cafe or something tomorrow with me and my mom?" looked at me Grayson. The food almost caught on my throat when I heard his question and I stared at my food instead of looking at him.

"And how are you gonna introduce me? Like it's complicated, but I still want you to meet with her, I guess?!" I frowned my brows. Ethan could tell from my voice that Grayson stood on a sensitive topic, so he went out from the kitchen leaving me alone with Gray.

"Babe she is my mother, not a stranger" he said and laid against the counter in front of me. " She already knows everything about you and us. Of course she wanna meet you."

My heart melted from the thought that he talked about me to his mom. I can always think about the worst things and scenarios in my head, and I really should learn by now that Grayson is not someone, who wanna hurt me or take me to a awkward situation. He is probably the first person in my life, besides my family, who I trust one hundred percent.

"We just go somewhere to have breakfast or have a cafe or something. I am sure it's not gonna be that bed" he said and he couldn't hold back that light smile in the end of his sentence.

" I'm sorry, it's just new to me again" I sighed.

" I know" he leaned closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. "And after that maybe you should do some shopping because I wanna bring you somewhere else tomorrow too" he added.

"And why do I need new clothes for that? " I frowned my brows.

"Because I forgot to mention it earlier to bring something nicer" he laughed and made me giggle too.

"Are we going on a date, Dolan?"

"I realized I've never brought you on a proper date and.."

"..and your mom probably made a comment about it" I finished his sentence with a laugh.

"Maybe" he smiled. Our relationship is probably not going like everyone else's. We never really went to dates, never labeled our relationship or anything because we are afraid of the future. We just let our feelings to control. I mean it is worked, but maybe that's why it's surprised me that he wanna introduce me to his mom and even bring me on a date too. I didn't expected it and it came really suddenly. " Jacuzzi?" he asked.

"I already took a bath."

" And? Please" he asked again with a light smile and of course who am I to say no to this man?

After both of us went to the bedroom I closed myself to the bathroom with my swimsuit and I was not even surprised that when I ended up being ready, he was already downstares in the jacuzzi. Instead of the white bikini that I wore today I picked a red one piece, that I wore before already on the boy's pool party thingy. Well on that day I had no clue that one day I am gonna end up in Jersey with him.

Grayson watched me with a light smile as I threw my hoodie to the chair and I went slowly closer to the jacuzzi to join him. I sat down in front of him. Because of the steam I only saw his face faintly, but I felt his touch under the water on the back of my knee and he pulled me to sat on his lap.

"I love this on you " he looked down to my chest and then up to my eyes again.

" I know" I replied with a confident smile. As a light smile spread on his face his lips caught my attention. They looked so soft and pink.

" I don't wanna force anything.." he started to talk but I still concentrated to his lips and I started to place small kisses on it and I basically didn't let him to continue his sentence. " Babe, I'm trying to talk please " he mumbled between my kisses, but I just smiled and kept press soft kisses on his lips, chin, cheeks then lips again when he started to talk because his lips were so sweet and kissable.

"Hey" I pouted when he sat down from his lap to in front of him where I set before.

"Angel, for real."

I already knew from the way his words sounded that it is something serious. I really needed to be in the mood for deep talks. I am not good at it, it's always hard for me to talk about my feelings still and I felt like it's started to be too much for this day since they came back. I kind of enjoyed that not labeled thing between us, but I knew at this point he wants more.

" I just want you to be mine, like officially my girlfriend. My plan was that I'm gonna ask you tomorrow on the "date", but I can't wait more "

I sighed. I saw that he was tense and of course hearing his words I was too. As I looked at him all I felt for him is pure love and all I wanted is to be in his arms without saying anything to him about what he said.

"Gray, I.."

" You know how important you are to me right? Even the thought kills me that you are with someone else. I can't do this anymore. I wanna talk about you, about having a so beautiful and cool girl in my life" he said. I bit my lips while listened to his words. He said so amazing things to me, it's almost felt like some kind of dream what I just watch from the outside and I am not even a part of it.

"It's july. That means only five months left. Grayson, in december I am gonna be hundreds and thousand of miles away " I said and a little I broke my own heart too when I said these things out loud. He just shook his head and looked away from me like it's hurt him hearing it. "We don't know what's gonna happen and I don't wanna hold you back when I leave."

"How could you hold me back?" he snapped. His lips were pressed in a thin line while he looked back at me agan, deep into my eyes.

"I don't want you to be faithful to me, while we barely even gonna see each other, and you could find someone who could make you a lot happier, someone who at least leaves in the same country with you" I replied quietly. It hurted to say out loud these things, and the picture in my head even hurt more, where I saw him with someone else being happy, while I am at home being sad. Without him.

"Bullshit. Just say that you would be happier with someone else at home who is closer to you, but don't say that you hold me back, don't turn this on me. I see things different, if I understand you well."

"Oh yeah, I am probably fancying a boy at home so much, if I was not able to find one there in twenty two years " I rolled my eyes. I didn't even sew the picture that I find someone at home, who makes me feel at least half the same way as Grayson does. I probably put up my standards with him so high that no one ever gonna reach that.

A awkward silence followed this conversation. These sentences hurt both of us. It's easier to just ignore the future in the everydays and concentrate to the moment, act like we can stop the time and not stress.

Exactly that's why I learnt to appreciate every single moment and minute and I didn't wanted this whole thing between me and Grayson to take any longer. I just moved closer to him without saying anything, sat down back to his lap where I was ten minutes ago and crossed my arms around his neck to hug him tightly. As soon as we touched I felt how the tension fading. He crossed his arms around my waist to pull me even closer to his body and after he placed a kiss on my neck I hid my face to his neck and tried to enjoy that I can still be there, in his arms.

" I didn't say those things because I don't wanna be your girlfriend. I just don't want this to hurt even more, when I leave" I mumbled to his skin.

" I know" he whispered and he moved his hands up and down on my back, that sent me shivers, like always, all over my body. "Just please don't push me away."

I closed my eyes and in that moment, I let myself to be weak. There was a knot in my throat the whole time, but these words from him pushed me to the point where I felt how a salty teardrop run down on my cheek. First I hoped there's not gonna be more and he doesn't even gonna notice it, but when a lot more followed that one and I quietly sniffed, Grayson pulled away enough to look at my face. When he saw that I am actually crying his gaze softened and lifted his hand to wipe of the tears from my cheeks.

"Hey, It's okay. We are gonna figure it out, but please don't cry because seeing you like this breaks my heart" he mumbled and looked deep into my eyes. His eyes were a little unclear in front of me because of my tears, but I just nodded to his words and tried to take big and deep breaths to calm myself down. It is really scared me how deep is my love for Grayson and I almost felt like it was too much to handle and came out in tear forms. I never thought that one day i'm gonna love someone as much, as I loved him.

" Can we go up? " I asked. My voice cracked for a moment and I hated how I showed to him that I was still not okay. That's why I wanted to stand up from his lap fast, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back. He placed his hands on my face, leaned closer and pressed his soft lips on mine. First he just placed a long kiss on my lips, but as soon as I parted my lips to show him I want more he deepened it. His kiss was soft and affectionate, but intensive enough to feel how my body slowly gave in to the kiss and the tension started to fade again, like a few minutes ago when I hugged him. I took a big sigh, run my hand through his hair when I fully added myself to the kiss and fully switched off my mind because of our passionate kiss. In that moment it doesn't matter where we were, how long we are gonna stay there and what's gonna happen in the future. All what mattered was us.

travel to another state√

[chvrrydolan]

that lap looks so inviting-