#Ethan Dolan fluff

[exclusivedolan]

woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?

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[watchinglee2]

Love You Better - Ethan Dolan x Female Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v

Plot: After a violent fight with your jealous boyfriend, you escapes in the middle of the night—tear-streaked, trembling, and desperate for safety. The only place you can think to go? Your best friend Ethan’s apartment. He’s always been your rock, the one who truly sees you. But when you show up at his door, raw and vulnerable, something shifts between you both. The way he holds you, the fire in his eyes when he says you deserves better… it awakens something you didn’t know was there. And when emotions spill over into a kiss, then more, neither of you can stop what comes next. Maybe this was inevitable. Maybe he was the one you should’ve been with all along

Word Count: 1.47k

Love You Better

Friday night you found yourself in a heated argument with your boyfriend, Jay. He was in a rage because he caught you hanging out with your best friend, Ethan. You and Ethan had been friends before you met Jay and told him that you guys were strictly friends.

Even though you begged and pleaded with Jay to understand that you and Ethan are just friends, he was caught in his jealous rage. His anger started to consume him and he started throwing stuff across your apartment and at you.

You hated how insecure Jay was when it came to you and Ethan but you still loved him, but not enough to endure the abuse. In the midst of Jay's tantrum you mange to gather some of your belongings and run out the door.

Jay attempts to follow you but you are able to make it into your car and drive away. After a 30 minute teary eyed drive you find yourself at the door of Ethan. You knock on his door a few times before he answer.

It was 3 in the morning and a shirtless Ethan is greeted to you crying at his doorway. "Sorry E, I had to leave him it was getting crazy and I know I should've asked to come but I just needed to get away-". Your words get cut off as your tears choke you up and Ethan takes you in his arms and gives you the comfort you need without a word being said.

For the next hour you talk to Ethan about everything that has been happening. He is empathic to you and feels every emotion you've been feeling. The anger, the fear, the sadness, the betrayal. Ethan was so worked up he almost attempted to go and beat up Jay for you.

You calm him down and he comes back down to reality. You didn't know if it was because of your fight with Jay, but Ethan being so protective of you really did awake something within you that you couldn't quite explain it.

Ethan takes your hands and looks you in the eye. "You deserve someone better than that. You are amazing and you need someone who can love you right. If I was your boyfriend I would make sure to never hurt you."

You stare longing into Ethan's eyes after that sentence and you snap out of your trance and instantly you kiss him. You both pull back shocked at the action. "Y/N you're vulnerable right now I understand but I-"

"I want you, you've been the only man to love me right" you cut Ethan off rush into him to plant quick kisses on his lips. Ethan doesn't try to fight the kiss but leans into it with no questions asked. You didn't know why completely you were giving yourself to Ethan but in the moment you couldn't think to care.

You plant smooth and silky kisses along Ethan's collarbone working your way down to his chest. Your hand traces along his throat as you massages his throat. You make your way back to his lips as and his hands take control as he lifts you up from the couch and carries you to his bedroom.

Your lips still locking together while you were on a high. Once you guys made it to the bedroom he gently lays you down on the bed still struggling to unlock lips due to the pleasure it brung you. Ethan lifts himself up from you and begin slowly unbuckling your pants as you quickly take off your shirt and bra.

He pulls down your pants with your panties slowly as his eyes never leaves yours. Before you knew it your pants were off a naked and venerable in front of your best friend. Ethan admires the beauty of your folds by slightly grazing his hand over your folds.

Slowly Ethan sticks his finger in his mouth and makes a way for your entrance. Slowly he stick his right middle finger in you and your body's reaction is a slight jolt. "I got you baby". Ethan's calming words made the experience and the action feel ten times better instantly.

Ethan slowly watches his hand go in and out of you, getting harder by the minute. Every action he takes against you is met with heavy moans and he plays with your flesh. In a trance you didn't realize Ethan had made his way down to his knees facing your entrance.

When you notice, he dives in head first into your flesh. You a clear pleasurable moan escapes your mouth. You feel Ethan smiling as he notices your reaction from him. The wetness of his tongue collides with your folds slipping into your inner being.

He plunges in deeper, it was like he was hitting every nerve in your lower body. Him eating you out made your lips quiver like a dog begging for a treat. He treats your pussy like a present, carefully unwrapping it with care. The kisses that he gives it sends an electric shock down your spine.

Your hands grip his buzz cut as you push him down further into you. "Yes. yes. yes. Right there. Please daddy." Your body moves up and down as you the slushing sound and feeling of your flesh and his tongue collide together.

Ethan becomes more dominate and takes your hand off of his head and holds them down by your side as he munches on you unable to escape. The only sounds that are audible were him munching on your flesh.

"You taste so good baby" Ethan says as he eats you out. "You like it baby?" Ethan use of the word baby drives you to the brink of insanity and it reminded you of how didn't you haven't been called that in a while since Jay didn't show you any type of affection within the pass few months.

You respond with a breathy "yes" and shove your pussy deeper into his face. Suffocating from your wetness Ethan pulls his face from you. Soaked from water he instantly reaching your his pants and unties his knot.

He pulls down his pants and you were met with a length 7 inch dick, the perfect length for you. The tip was a nice shinny pink and the shaft a fluorescent beige. With one vein seemingly sticking out. His member was skinny but looked just enough to do you right.

Ethan gets closer to you and spits on his member and rubs his saliva on it for some more lube. Ethan begins to slowly put the tip inside you and you crack a smirk at him as you prepare for what’s to come. In an swift motion Ethan inserts himself inside you, letting out a breathy gasp as his member expands your inner walls.

Ethan cups your face in his hand and kisses you slowly taking you through the process. "Just take it baby. Breathe for daddy" His whisper tone while looking at you directly in your eyes. You follow his instructions and he seemingly began to pleasure you even more, without him thrusting in you yet.

Ethan relaxes you and begins to thrust slowly into you. You watch as his hips sway into you and his dick slowly hitting your golden spot. His dick goes in and out of you. Your wetness glistens on his member like a lollipop. You and Ethan let out syncronated moans as he plunges deeper into you.

After a few minutes of thrusting Ethan continues to do it as he leans down and takes your left breast into his mouth sucking on it like a baby. His tongue swirls around your nipples as it hardens and he milks you dry.

The combination of him milking your breast and rearranging your guts drove you into ecstasy. You let out a soft "fuck me" in Ethan's ear and Ethan locks in.

Ethan holds you lets together as he rapidly thrust into you over and over again. For 5 minutes straight he doesn't let up and let you take his strokes deep. All you could do was silently gasp with your eyes rolled back and you enjoyed him inside of you.

"Im gonna cum" Ethan says as a string of sweat drops down from his face. You look Ethan directly in the eye and say "cum in me. I want to have your babies". You didn't know what had gotten into you but in that moment you didn't care and meant every word.

Ethan explodes inside of you and collabs on you as you hug him. He came deep in you and you both laid there for the rest of the night. Thinking about how perfect you both were for each other and how this was the beginning of forever for you both.

[brianaluvschris]

ethan dolann og fine shyt

ALSO grayson girls = matt girls

ethan girls = chris girls

Ethan Dolan and Chris Sturniolo>>>>

[poguesholland]

could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to

hope you enjoyed your day/night <333

-al

This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3

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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.

The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.

“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.

You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.

Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.

You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.

“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.

Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.

Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.

Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.

You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.

“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.

Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.

[joyfuldolann]

That One Night / G

hello loves, this is a short less than 2k words blurb that i wrote at 1am the other night (or should i say morning.) anyways, i loved it so im posting it. enjoy <3 also proof read once cause im feeling lazy atm :)

warnings; cursing, minor tinsy winsy bit of implied handsy material, nothing extreme, oh and a whole lot of naive y/n & soft grayson

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laying in bed, cheeks flushed, you struggled to fall asleep. the day rewinding in your head like a movie.

for the love of god, you sat up and flipped your pillow, huffing in annoyance. just fall asleep!

you had finally had enough of your mind going deeper and deeper into destructive thoughts. you yanked your phone from the charger, turning it on as you flipped your hair to the side.

turning down the brightness, you had realized you had gotten a text.

you up?

you bit your lip, deciding between yea or whats up.

yea

the dots at the bottom left corner appeared as you waited for grayson’s text to come through.

can’t sleep for shit, can i come over?

your stomach growled as you typed

yea, just pick up some vegan food😋

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your eyelids slowly drooped shut, slowly luring you into a deep sleep, until you heard your front door squeak open. you opened your eyes when grayson walked in with a bag of food that smelled amazing.

“hey bub, got some food” he walked over and sat down on the end of your bed, looking at your tired form, smirking as he pulled put his vegan burger.

you yawned and sat up, “hey, burgers?”

he tossed you a vegan burger and a handleful of fries, laughing as you franticly scurried your hands around your comforter to grab the fries and shove them in your mouth.

he laughed, “y/n what in the world.” you threw a fry at him, sarcastically rolling your eyes.

“that was a huge mistake bub...”

grayson and you were best friends. never anything else. i guess you could say you both had a minor crush on one another, but no one dared to say anything, being to afraid to ruin a solid friendship. but pet names always stuck. it was normal, not romantic- even if you felt your heart beat two times faster after being called one.

you gasped playfully, acting scared, “oh your in for it now y/n!” as he threw fry after fry at you as you held your hands in front of your face, blocking your body.

he laughed manically picking up his burger, as your eyes shot wide, “no no no grayson please!”

he let out a loud wheeze of laughter as he lowered his burger and took a big bite out of it, laughing at you.

you threw your head back and let out a giggle.

-

as you crumpled up your burger wrapper and threw it on your floor, grayson turned off the lights and slid into your covers. he wrapped his arms around you tight, hugging you goodnight.

you hummed in response leaning up to kiss his cheek. you both layed in silence, enjoying one another’s presence.

whenever grayson slept over, you both were always cuddling. while cuddling, grayson would always wrap you in his arms, him laying on his back and you on your side, right next to him. sometimes you needed grayson or you wouldn’t be able to sleep. he was always inviting and there was always a sense of comfort nothing else.

well until he slid his warm hand on your thigh. your stomach erupted with butterflies, heart speeding up, making it almost impossible to fall asleep. your mind racing with what-if senerios and other thoughts.

grayson kept rubbing your thigh, until you moved closer towards him.

he stopped and shifted onto his side facing you, getting even closer to you. after, he nudged his head in your shoulder as he began to leave small lazy kisses all over your neck.

“gray?” you gasped

grayson hummed back, “yea?” head still buried in your neck.

“what are you doing”

sure you wanted this but you both were such close friends, would it ruin your friendship if it didn’t work out?

he lifted his head to look at you, “y/n, we can’t friends anymore.”

you brought your head to look in to his eyes, and even through the dark you could still see his beautiful face and piercing eyes.

“what?” you said, a frown on your face.

he smirked, making you furrow your eyebrows until he laughed, “i’m so whipped for you- we both are for each other and we know it! lets just end this misery and be together for christs sake.”

you simpered, laying your head back onto the pillow, looking at him, thinking about a life where grayson dolan was your boyfriend.

“really?” you spoke.

“really. im so enamored with you angel. be my girl?”

you giggled, hugging him with a squeeze, “im in, i’ll be your girl dolan.”

you both reached for one another, sealing a lazy kiss on one anothers lips, smiling like idiots. you nuzzled your nose against his and then shifted more into his warm body.

a peaceful silence engulfed the room, luring the both of you into a drowsy trance.

“goodnight bub.”

“goodnight g.”

[vinylhazza]

Temptation (G.D)

Summary: Y/n is sick of being called frigid, having it shoved down her throat at every party and social gathering she attends. Her confidence is repeatedly broken, stepped on by the people that were supposed to be her friends. Grayson, a boy she’s had a secret crush on for years, is there to comfort her. 

Word Count: 13.8k

Warning: Strong sexual content, smoking, blowjob, drinking *sorry mr. tAkE cArE oF yOuR bOdY grayson* 

Pretentious jerks. That’s all they were. Teenagers that sat on their rich parents high horses, acting so above her every chance that they had. Robotic, inhumane, deceiving. But they were also mean, cruel, and unforgiving with their words more than anything else. They insisted it was all a joke - of course they would - said it was a system to break her into the ‘real world’. One she was sure she didn't want to belong to - not if it’s like anything they’ve shown her. Not if it’s full of sneaky spiteful assholes that didn’t care about anyone other than themselves. They insisted it was them being “good friends”. So why did it hurt so bad when threw their jokes, mockery, and snarky comments at her? Why did it hurt to not be included in on the joke but be the laughing stock of the party? Instead being on the outside looking in - to the one being laughed at. 

“You’re a prude, Y/n, just accept it,” they would say, a term that she’s heard for most of her teenage years. And she knew she should have ignored it, but it never sounded better no matter how many times she heard it. Never, was it used as a compliment - of course not. Because why was it okay to be a virgin? Why would it ever be okay to want more for yourself other than a quick fuck? Why did it have to be frowned upon and embarrassing? It was meant to put her down, not make her laugh, simply said to hurt her feelings because they knew it would. They knew she would think about it hours, sometimes days, after it floated out of their mouths and into the universe - the universe that refused to cut her a break. It basically defined her entire existence in the eyes of her “friends.” It was 1. Shouted at her or 2. Laughed in her face. No in between. They said it like they weren't meaning to hurt her, even if it did. Because, when would they ever have the capacity to know what was right and wrong? Why would she ever expect anything more than the life of a frigid ‘prude’? They thought it gave them a free pass when she laughed it off with them. She wouldn't let them know it cut her deep down to her core. But it had started to weigh her down, chip away at what little confidence she had built up. She thought that maybe when she got into college, it would get better, but it only got worse. 

Y/n wasn't the type to settle, thus making her very misunderstood. She wasn't what they called “frigid”. Time and time again they would throw around the word - and time and time again she chose to accept it for what it was. She just didn't want to bang it out with some random stranger like all of her friends did, instead wanting someone special that didn't just want her for her body - but saw her. Really saw her, for more than just a body. She knew it was cliché and sounded like it came straight from every romantic movie ever made, but it didn't make it any less true. She was eighteen for Christ’s sake, sitting in a room full of people that have been fooling around since they were fifteen while she sat quietly and tried to ignore the whole thing. It was humiliating. It made her sick to her stomach. It made her nervous. And most of all, it made her sad. She had never wanted to join in or acknowledge it. The thing holding her back? Her dignity: something she was very proud of. She also wasn't even the least bit interested in any of her “friends”. Romantically, and lately, even platonic. 

But you would never suspect her to be a virgin, untouched, innocent, with all of her soft beauty. She had features that most guys took a double look at, stopping in their tracks, but it went unnoticed to her. She kept up her stride, walked past the men that gawked at her every step, mind focused on her next class. Never did she falter the persona she crafted carefully, a shield for her heart to hide behind. The wall that she’d built over time, not easily broken. Never would she let a precocious boy with a bad pick up line and a mind full of crude sexual desire cloud her vision - her vision of being with someone respectful, more than a lustful in the moment mistake. She would say it, she wanted better for herself. 

She’s sure it’s what pissed people off the most about her, that she wouldn't spread her legs for any attractive man that showed her an ounce of attention. They say you shouldn't waste your beauty - as if getting dick made her any more of a woman than she already was. As if sex would give her value. As if falling into the trap so many teenagers fell into would make her normal. It pissed them off that she didn't flaunt her body, and she knew it. Knew they wanted her to just let loose - show her skin - be the skimpy college girl they thought she should be. She didn't show herself off with revealing clothing, flaunting herself around like her friends did, having flings with her friends just for a little bit of pleasure that she would regret later. Y/n hated how they tried to guilt trip her constantly, nudging her shoulder when any remotely attractive boy would look in her direction. Boys would try and pressure her to sway against her morals, make her think twice about hooking up with them. Of course she was tempted a time or two, but she was snapped from the thoughts just as quickly as they came. 

It was unfair of them to keep trying, knowing that her answer would always be no. Begging for it didn't make them special. Making her feel like an object, a trophy they needed to obtain, a prize in a box of cereal on a shelf, didn't make them special. Not in her book, at least. Most of the time it just made her feel intimidated, objectified, disgusted, and forever left behind by a generation of people that saw women as nothing until their ‘V Card’ was swiped from their hands and claimed by someone that probably didn’t deserve it in the first place. 

That’s what caused her to sit with a sorrowful pout aimed at her lap, every other shitfaced person in the small circle with her laughing at the boy’s oh so funny comment. Y/n sighed, fingers tapping at the side of her thigh, willing herself not to cry in front of people that didn't deserve it. They never would. But she couldn't deny she was embarrassed beyond belief, yearning for the ground littered with solo cups and stale beer to open up and swallow her whole - maybe then she could forget who is staring right at her, hearing everything. 

It’s not that she wouldn't have cared if he wasn't there, but it definitely made the situation a whole lot worse - to have him hear them embarrassing her. To look in on one of the most humiliating moments of her short adult life. Grayson was the last person she wanted to hear about her lack of sexual experience. The only person in the room she knew from home, let alone respected. 

He was...different than the others. Setting aside the fact she’d had a crush on him since he moved into the house next-door when he was 16...he’d had a golden heart for as long as she could remember. Not a thing went unnoticed by Grayson Dolan, he was always so in tune with the world around him. His kindness spread all throughout any situation he was in. It was a gift she herself wished she could have. Maybe then she wouldn't be such a shy outcast afraid to stand up for herself. But nothing had ever come of her affections, she was far too introverted to make a single move in any other direction than a wave and sometimes a small conversation about nothing in particular. Not until he’d invited her over to hang out after school one day, that is. It was a fleeting suggestion, but it has meant so much to her. She was never sure if it was a pity invitation - but the whole duration of her short visit, she never felt like an outcast.

It was completely innocent, but made it even harder to resist him. Being older wasn't the only thing that had made him so unattainable to her all of these years, it was also his maddening habit of looking so God damn attractive all the time. When he moved away a year before her, something cracked in her heart - the pain of being left behind by the only person that had ever shown true kindness to her. Little did she know she would be in the frat that had become a home to him, at the same college, with the same group of people, that same intense stare aimed right at her. 

She’s seen him only once before on campus, passing by her with a text book tucked under one arm, other hand preoccupied with scrolling through his phone. The way he had smacked into her body with enough force to have her hurdling to the ground in a heap of bones and fly away papers had been humiliating enough - but what was even worse was the way he had gotten onto her level, kneeling before her to help pick up the scattered assignments with apologies tumbling from his mouth one after the other. She remembers that moment vividly, how her heart had stopped beating for a moment, his striking features coming to the forefront of her mind once again.

He was even more attractive than he’d been when he was just her handsome neighbor. He was...well...a man. Muscles that looked to be carved from clay, chiseled and perfectly shaped, that same prominent jaw, dark eyebrows, beautiful plump lips, pouting just the right way while his hands flew from paper to paper - making a messy pile before handing it to her in a clumsy - an adorable - fashion, his shocking hazel eyes landing on her in what seemed like too long. She never saw him again after- even when he mentioned wanting to ‘catch up’, until now. It had been a moment of great significance to her heart, judging by how well she remembered that very moment like it had been playing on a big screen in a theater somewhere. 

But her life wasn't a movie or fairytale, and this situation proved that to be true. He watched from his spot on the sofa, glaring at the immature children that threw their remarks at her without remorse. Y/n had never seen the kind boy look so angry. It made her feel strangely safe, even if she hadn't seen him in so long. It made her cringe knowing the one boy that had shown her true care, friendship with no further intention to get in her pants, was sat right there, witnessing something she hoped would be wiped from her own memory. 

She had always wanted him to be her first, she’ll admit. Somewhere inside of her, she knew Grayson was the only boy she ever imagined herself getting intimate with, pushing it away from the sadness of it never having the opportunity to become a reality. Especially not now, he’s heard too much. Seen her too rattled up. Definitely wasn't how she pictured their next encounter playing out. 

Y/n tried her hardest to avoid his gaze, her hands growing increasingly clammy from the pressure of his eyes looking over her blushing cheeks. It was so fucking mortifying. He sat back on the sofa, large hands hung loose between his thighs. The look on his face was dark, dangerous. He looked...so angry. The laughing continued on as the people around her waited to see what she would do next. Run like a coward? Or face them and subject herself to more embarrassment in front of the only person that’s ever seen her as more than a frigid shy girl? Y/n sat with the shame of their words eating her alive, head hung low to avoid eye contact with each and every person in the small circle. The loud music was making her suffocate, overwhelmed with the situation and the urge to bury herself into the ground forever. 

What was she thinking indulging in a childish game of truth or dare? It was a thing for movies, coming of age ones at that, not a college frat party with several dozen people grinding to music from wall to wall. They were far too old for this. It was stupid is what it was. So why had she said yes? She knew the drill: she said yes to the invite and then it was free reign the entire game to think of every sexual dare they possibly could, just to laugh when she said no. They knew she would too, that was the point. Every single one of them thought she squirmed at the mere idea of sex, just because she had a good reputation. It was okay with her to be that girl at a party, she would rather have no reputation than a bad one. Even if she was a Freshman sitting in a group of much older kids, and some not so much, she felt the most mature. In this moment, she was. 

“If you won't do it, I will,” Shondra spoke out, a skinny girl with a dark complexion, two purple streaks standing out on her black head of hair, falling in front to frame her face. Y/n didn't know her from Adam, only having met her about a weeks ago in her Sociology class. She was a transfer from a college out of state, a grade above her, and moved for personal reasons. Shondra didn't explain, and Y/n never asked. She seemed like such a polite girl, someone she could hang out with. But judging by her reckless actions, she doubts it. Y/n watched as the girl rose from her criss-cross position and onto her knees, crawling over to a freckle nosed boy, scrawny looking boy and pulling him up to his feet by the collar of his shirt. With her hand in his she led him seductively from the crowded room, a smirk plastered to her dolled-up face. The dare had been to “let any guy in the group finger you for seven minutes” to which Y/n had automatically declined, wanting to keep her body to herself. There was only a few boys in the group, anyway. But only one gave her a suggestive quirk of his eyebrow, making the bile stir in her stomach. They had proclaimed at the beginning of the game that the traditional 7 minutes in heaven game was drab, and that they would gladly spice it up along the way. She should have known they would try and pull something on her. 

She wondered for a second why Grayson would ever want to subject himself to these types of people, let alone join a frat when he was...well...the least likely person to become a frat boy ever. But it made sense in a way, he was so accepting of everyone, no matter the background. That’s what drew her to him in the first place. 

She watched the pair disappear up the flight of wooden stairs, a scowl turning at her lips. She flinched as another comment flew her way, “Missed opportunity, Y/n. Let loose a little why don't you?” her ‘friend’ cackled at her, her eyes scrunched up in amusement. Every last one in the group joined in on their mocking laughter. Everyone but him. 

It warmed her heart to look over and see the sympathetic look in his eyes, heart clenching at her own embarrassed smile. She didn't want him to know about all this. Not when she was so obviously out of her element. But she understood why he was here, he actually fit in, unlike her. Granted, she was new to the group. She gazed on, eyes taking in the way each and every guy gave him a nudge on the shoulder, a pat on the back - every girl sending him their best seductive smirk. He didn't even seem...phased. Gave them a smile back, a joke to his friends, and then it was back to him sipping at his beer. Never over the top. Never too little. Comfortable. 

She took the time to scan over Grayon’s body when a loud blonde frat boy stepped up to talk to him about what she assumed was pointless nonsense, her eyes trailing every bulging muscle that escaped Grayson’s burnt orange t-shirt hugging his chest tight. She was ridiculously attracted to him. Everything about him made her nerves buzz - his wispy hair poking out from under his hat, jaw sharp and defined as he smiled up at his friend. It was like he had walked straight out of her dreams, ready to steal her heart once again. She had almost forgotten the way he made her feel, the burst of adrenaline she got just from the bright sound of his laughter. It was like a breath was punched into her chest, getting caught from the force of the blow. 

Y/n knew Grayson was sexually experienced, she wasn't a naïve fool after all. He had always been a bit of a flirt and liked to call girls affectionate pet names. She knew that to him, it was normal, but that didn't mean it hadn't messed with her head a time or two. She thought back to the way he kneeled before her the day he knocked her flat on her back, sputtering out a shy, but surprisingly frantic, apology. There had been a little pet name slipped out with his rambling, one that had her shivering to this day: 

“Sorry, babe. Didn't see you there.” 

Babe. It stuck with her like a catchy tune, popping into her whirring thoughts the first second she saw him again. It just sounded so good coming from his heart shaped lips. She presumed the reason she didn't look at him like all of the other sex-crazed teens, was probably the fact that he didn't necessarily flaunt his sexuality like the rest. He was confident, of course, but unlike the others he had morals and could see plain as day they were hurting, sexualizing, and degrading her. She didn't know it, but Grayson knew there was more to her than some shy little girl that blushed at any sexual comment. She didn't flaunt it like the rest did, but that didn't make her any less of a woman. 

He watched her carefully, noticing her zoning herself out of the game, in her own head. He’s sure she’s beating herself up over the words they flung at her so carelessly. He wishes she knew how special she was, that she didn't fall into the ‘norm’ of things - that she didn't have to. She stood her ground even if it made her a social outcast. She had always walked on her own path, and he envied her for it, but was thankful he wasn't as blind as some of the people in the frat right then were.

Y/n moved away from the group of condescending, shit-faced college kids, needing a breath of fresh air and a refill on her drink. She normally wouldn't have been a social drinker either, but tonight had been different. She needed a boost if she was going to last the whole night and not lose her mind in the process. She wasn't joining in on the ‘fun’ anyway, and she was right on the money assuming they wouldn't notice her absence. They didn't even blink as she walked away. She thought over the night on her trek into the kitchen, squeezing between sweaty dancing bodies, ducking under flailing limbs. It had her thinking that...it could never be her. She doesn’t think she could ever be that carefree. Completely let go of all of her worries in front of dozens of people she didn’t know, didn’t trust, and didn’t want to see her like that. Part of her wanted to succumb to all of their teasing sometimes, just get with someone. But she told herself over and over again that it was ridiculous to go against what she wanted and believed in all because of a little drunken harassment. She wouldn't break for people that didn't respect her. She would regret it, and so far, she’s had no other regrets except maybe not kissing Grayson at least one time when she had even a little bit of a chance. But that chance was long gone and forgotten now. 

Glancing behind her shoulder into the packed living room, she saw Grayson lift his hand from across the way, hand gesturing in a sort of wave. His other hand was holding a beer. She cringed at his beverage internally, always loathing the strong putrid taste of beer. She was more of a wine girl, herself. Y/n let a smile lift her cheeks, it was slow of course, not really sure if his small wave was directed at her or just another one of his buddies that happened to be passing by in the crowded house, even if she was the only one in the kitchen. 

She quirked her head to the side, watching him with squinted eyes as he mouthed something in her direction. ‘You okay?’ she gathered, not understanding the sudden sympathy, but nodding back a ‘Yeah’ to him anyway. Why did he care? She had always been an outcast, that much was obvious. Yes, they had been ‘friends’ so to say before he moved off the college, but she had thought that was the end of it. He was there and then he wasn’t. She didn’t expect him to remember her, much less care about her after. The blush that crept up her cheekbones when he smiled happily back at her, made her internally cringe. Obvious much. ‘Good’ he’d mouthed back, a dazzling smile showing his ridiculously straight teeth off to her. 

Not wanting to keep staring, she turns her back to face the counter - trying to catch her breath from having him express such sympathy when she was used to being invisible, and when seen, mocked. Truth be told, she didn't know where the hell to look once the - sort of - conversation was over. She fought herself over the redness in her cheeks, cursing her own pathetic shyness. He was just...so kind. He didn't even have to be and he was. Even if someone doesn't deserve it, he shows them kindness. Redemption was something he’s always been a fan of. Grayson was always the bigger person, making it totally impossible to not open yourself up to him. She huffed at herself, apparently her desire hadn't lessened over time like she had hoped. He made it easy to fall back into old fantasies, that much was true. 

She focused on the wine dribbling from it’s box and into her red plastic cup, knowing that it’s shitty wine, but at least it isn't beer. She’d already had a few small glasses, feeling the warmth flooding in her body, but perhaps just a bit more would help. Thinking maybe juice would make it at least a small margin better, she wanders to the fridge, looking over her shoulder before grabbing the ‘kiwi melon’ juice from the bottom shelf - a sneaky smile playing at her lips. She knows it’s rude to pry and take what’s not yours, but if she’s going to be miserable at a party, shouldn't she at least have a good drink? With that same smile, she pours some of the pinkish liquid into her wine, doing a little shimmy in excitement from her silly idea at making herself happy. That moment was cut short when a heavy hand landed on the small of her waist, her body jolting from the shock of someone touching her so suddenly, heart hammering from the fright. She frowns at the puddle of juice on the counter before her eyes finally land on the culprit that had scared the daylights out of her - being met with a smiling Grayson, close to her face and a strong arm around her back. God, please stop messing with my hormones. 

“You know mixing isn't good for you right?” 

Hearing his low voice made her shiver, staring at him for just a bit too long before she broke the staring spell and responded shyly, “I’m probably not even gonna drink it honestly, I just thought maybe the juice would make it taste less bitter,” she laughed, reaching forward to secure the cap back on the juice, not interested in drinking the nasty wine anymore. Talking to him was much better. 

“Not much alcohol really tastes sweet, babe,” he laughed, sliding his massive arm off of her and leaning with his lower back flesh to the counter next to her. Peaking at him under her eyelashes, she admires how cute he looks with a hat on, he never wore them much in the past. His lips were tinged red from having a the neck of a beer bottle pressed against them throughout the night. She also chose to ignore the pet name that tumbled out through his teasing remark, knowing it didn't mean anything but if she thought about it long enough, the hopeless romantic in her would over analyze it. Ripping a paper towel from the roll above the sink, she attempted to clean the counter of the juice, lip curling at the wet feeling against her fingertips. She didn't like messes.  

“Yeah,” she agreed, “you just kind of have to chug it and the taste will be gone soon enough. It’s really the feeling that’s nice.” 

She knew it sounded bad as soon as it left her mouth, but chose to hide behind her hair once again, her blush would only make it more obvious that she hadn't meant to say something that sounded so vulgar. Grayson wasn’t a pervert or anything, but this conversation suddenly had him thinking about how she would be with her mouth. And it that was not how he wanted to see her when she had just sat in his living room and been made fun of for the exact opposite. He didn't want to be another one of those people that saw her for her body and nothing else - but he couldn't deny his attraction.  Instead of indulging in vulgar thoughts of her mouth and body, he slid in closer and gazed down at her doe eyes, flickering from his lips, down to his now closer chest, then back up to his eyes. 

“Are you sure you're okay?” 

“Yeah, Gray,” she nodded, “I’m fine, really. I’m used to it.” 

Gray. She hadn't called him that in what felt like ages. It slipped out in habit, and from the small smile tugging at his lips, she knew he didn't mind. He’d always loved when she called him that, let him know there was some level of trust between them. 

“You don’t have to be, though,” he told her earnestly, “I mean it - I can talk to them if you want...they shouldn't be treating you like that.” 

“It’s really whatever,” she huffed, getting just a tiny bit angrier, not at him, just the issue. Tossing the soggy paper towels into the bin in the corner, she dumps the contents in her glass down the sink, and rinses out the empty glass, “It doesn't get to me anymore.” 

Grayson’s stare burnt through the side of her face, his calm blinking letting her know he saw right through her bullshit. It did get to her, it got down to her very core and made the humiliation so unbearable she resulted to drinking wine that tasted like battery acid mixed with juice that was probably outdated, just to distract her from the embarrassment. He also knew it embarrassed her from the shaky rise and fall of her chest. That and the next words that flew from her mouth were so full of frustration and resentment, he almost choked, “I mean it’s like, yeah, okay I've never had a dick in my mouth, but does that make me a bad person?” 

He raised a hand to cover his smile, chuckling into his own hand. He didn't want to seem insensitive by laughing at her. Getting himself somewhat under control, he droned out with an amused smile, “Definitely not a bad person.” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, looking down at her hands perched on the edge of the counter. She would be panicking at being so open with him, but honestly he made it feel so natural she couldn't overthink it much, “I would rant more but I don’t want to waste your time explaining how much of a prude I am.” Her voice was sad, like she genuinely believed it was something he thought about her - would ever think about her. He watched her try and distance herself from him. not wanting to discuss her biggest insecurity in fear it would make him look at her different - as if he looked at her period.  

“I don’t think you’re a prude,” Grayson told her honestly. She looked so pretty staring up at him through her long lashes, blinking with a confused gaze. He knew she was confused by his kindness, “I just think they have no respect for themselves.”

“Well I don’t know about that,” she shrugged, “don’t get me wrong, there isn't anything wrong with sleeping around. I just wished they understood and respected why I don’t, you know?” 

“Well it’s like, wouldn’t you rather have sex with a friend? Someone who you get along with, trust, and cares about you?”

It was a genuine question and with one look she could tell he actually meant the words he said. He wasn't just saying them to appeal to her and make her feel better, even if that was part of it deep down under the surface. 

“But that’s not what any of them are like with me. I don’t trust any of them and I don’t think even one of them gives a damn about me,” she grumbled, “I would never. With any of them.” 

He chose his next words carefully, not wanting her to take him the wrong way. 

“But you would with someone who treats you right?” Grayson questioned, ignoring that the words sounded and inferred that he was asking for his own benefit. It was an obvious answer, but he had asked anyway. 

“Yes.” She swallowed, looking up at him nervously. Curiosity swam behind his eyes and she was starting to think he was getting at something, becoming the tiniest bit jittery under his stare. 

“Understandable,” he nodded, hair flopping from under his hat. “It’s better to be with someone you trust, always has been that way. Always will be. But don’t let them get to you, it will come.” 

Y/n looked up at his drunk little smile and felt oddly safe once again, a genuine smile rising to her face, it took his breath away. He took his time scanning her soft features, licking at his lips unknowingly. 

“I know, Grayson. You’re really sweet, thank you for listening,” she mumbled, that same bright smile aimed right at him. 

His head bobbed in a nod, a purse at his lips - he was holding something back. Her heart stopped at his next words.

“And, maybe this is taking this way too far and maybe i’m a little more drunk than i thought but - i mean - i’d do whatever the fuck you wanted me to do to you in a heartbeat, Y/n. No questions asked.” He blew a breath through his nose, on high alert now that he’d said something so bold - unsure of her reaction. Her blush gave him a great deal of satisfaction. 

“Um...right,” she muttered, unsure of what to say now that he had been so open with her. What he was saying had her mind reeling, tossing over idea after idea of what he would mean. She couldn't ignore the clenching in her nether region at his innuendo, trying to ignore it the best she could. It was impossible with his eyes scanning over her face. She tried passing it off for the fact he was intoxicated, and probably didn't mean what he said. Normally, on any other day, she would be immensely annoyed at any boy saying such a thing to her, assuming he only wanted her for her body. Most of the time it ended up being true. Maybe it was her being naive to think this was different, but he had already made it clear that getting into her pants wasn't her intention - and she believed him. 

The way he’d said it, was so honest it had her panicking slightly on the inside. It wasn’t that he was saying these things for his own benefit, it truly sounded like he meant the words that he was saying - that if given the opportunity, he would focus on her pleasure and not delve into a sea of greed that so many of the guys she’s come in contact with had. They just wanted to pleasure themselves. The steadiness of his voice indicated that he wanted to make her feel good. It made her giddy inside. Without the intention of getting her hopes up, she hid her blush behind her hand. Maybe he did like her back? 

It was childish to think such a thing, and she knew it as well as anyone else. How could she possibly know what anyone else, much less a guy, wanted when she couldn't even decide for herself? Peaking over at him once again, she’s shocked to find him staring at her still. 

“Was that perverted? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” his kind eyes widened to saucers, seemingly reading something behind her eyes she didn't realize was there. It was just so damn hard to hide her nerves when everything was so foreign to her - the ‘everything’ being flirting and sexual innuendos that she actually didn’t mind. His eyes dropped to the floor, his own frown adorning his handsome fact, “Was it? Because I’m sorry if I offended you or anything I’ve just had a lot to drink-”

“It’s alright, Grayson,” she giggled to hide her anxiousness. His worried expression turned into one of relief, his smile mirroring hers, “You’re just drunk, I get it. Don’t worry about me.” 

They watched as a girl not much older than her stumbled through the kitchen on broken heels, clearly out of her mind drunk. The giggling, clumsy teen disappeared behind the corner and into the bathroom, two of her friends following close behind with their own drinks in their hands - shouting her name with drunken slurs. She looked on at the messy college girl, smirking at Grayon’s shaking head. He seemed to be amused by her trashy behavior. As if he could feel her eyes on him, his stare returned to her face once again, an emotion she couldn’t put her finger on swimming in his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he swallowed, voice low - blinking down at her slowly, “just drunk.” 

“You okay?” she tilted her head when he tore his gaze away once again, wanting to be there for him like he had for her. She waited patiently while he bobbed his head up and down again - looking a bit unsure. 

“Yeah, I just uh...” he trailed off, blowing a puff of air from his lips again, “I just need a smoke that’s all.” 

That was his only explanation, for some reason, she didn’t believe it as much as she thought she should have. He just looked so damn nervous, it gave her more reason for concern. But she shrugged anyway, nodding herself, “So have one then.” 

“You wanna come with?” he offered with a hopeful tone, nudging at her shoulder with a small smile. 

“That’s alright. It’s cold outside,” she pulls an excuse from the air, not really wanting to travel back outside because she knows if she leaves she won’t want to come back - and being stranded doesn’t sound like the most appealing option. Neither does asking someone random for a ride. Her friends would only mock her further for wanting to leave so early. 

“I was actually gonna head up to my room and open a window, not really a fan of smoking outside. Too much effort,” he jokes, chuckling to himself. At least he was honest. 

Y/n swallowed down her nerves, not wanting to keep turning him away when he was trying to go the extra mile to talk to her and wanted to - for some unknown reason - spend time with her. She wouldn't choose herself from a crowd of college kids, that’s for sure. 

“Oh, um...yeah, sure, okay.” She hated the way he made her fumble with her words, made her nervous and jittery. She had always been that way around him, at a loss of what to do or say, totally enamored by him. She also hated smoking, but she wanted to be alone with him more than she wanted to admit. She would brave the smoke if it meant she got him all to herself for just a while. With her gentle nod came another one of Grayson’s award winning smiles, a hand coming forward to grab at hers to her surprise - tugging her through the living room and over to the stairs packed with sweaty dancing bodies. It made her lip curl in distaste. 

Following him up the stairs made her feel safe, untouchable in fact - hiding behind his large body kind of had that special effect. Like nothing could touch her. There were eyes that lingered on the pair of you along the way, darting from you to Grayson and back again. Someone shot her a smirk, some a full smile, and some even gave her a thumbs up as if to say: good luck. They could make their assumptions, Lord knows they did anyhow. 

And of course, like she had presumed, Grayson’s room was at the end of the long hallway - the last door on the left. It made her smile thinking back to her hometown where she had walked close behind him down the hallway of his home and into his bedroom to spend hours listening to him scream at some video game she never cared for and talk about how ready they were to get out of that town. She was first, the shy neighbor, and then his neighbor friend. It was an upgrade that meant the world to her at the time, even though he left her to herself when he moved away. They had been a team and his room had been their sanctuary. 

She was grinning when they stepped through the door and her eyes met the familiar white bedding he’d had had that same warm day in spring - when he had invited her to sit and talk a while. The only thing he’d added that she could notice were some rich emerald green colored pillows, the plush kind that probably felt like a cloud to sleep on. He was a simple kind of guy. Not many people knew - but there was a stitched in red robin on the underside of his duvet - courtesy of Lisa - his wonderful mother. Y/n always had a great deal of respect for the kind-hearted woman. She called the tiny hidden stitching her ‘Easter egg’ - something unexpected but always appreciated. If you didn’t pull back the right corner, you’d never even know it was there. 

Shaking her head out of her thoughts, Y/n tore her eyes away from the perfectly made bed (He always lectured her on making the bed, said it was ‘the first dose of accomplishment for the day’ - (simple but essential) and looked over to Grayson who had taken a seat on the large cushioned windowsill and was now bending forward to push on the window with one arm - the clear glass swinging outwards, letting in the breeze of crisp night air. It was a cool night, not too warm, not too cold - but just right. Just like every moment she spent with him. Peaking out of the window, Y/n could see a vegetable garden in the corner of the backyard, smiling with the knowledge that Grayson had probably put in maximum effort to get a garden so fresh and taken care of in a house full of frat boys that only cared about a good fuck and beer. It was odd to see something like a garden in a place that felt so disconnected from the world, that it nearly made her laugh. But instead, she took a moment to thank the Gods above that no one was outside. Because if they only looked up, she was sure they would be able to tell how nervous she was down to her very bones while her fingers twisted around each other - waiting for the right words to come to her. 

Satisfied with the crack in the window, Grayson leans back and to the side to tuck a large hand into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a yellow lighter. He lights the end of the stick as Y/n stood still by the door - wondering whether or not to close it. She wondered for a moment what message it might give and if it was one she wanted. 

It was so weird to watch him smoke when she remembered him being the biggest health buff she knew. She couldn’t ever predict to see a cigarette  resting between his fingers. But she had to admit it looked damn hot to see him suck in a drag between his plump lips, just to slowly ease it back out the window and into the night. The smoke danced for a minute against the screen before sneaky through the holes. It was mesmerizing, truly. He made everything look beautiful, and that was coming from a girl that gagged at the mere smell of smoke. 

Grayson’s body shifts on the windowsill, in pursuit of (probably) easing her nerves he could feel bouncing all around the room- when she lifts the heel of her foot and kicks the door closed behind her with a small *click*. A shaky hand follows as she reaches back to twist the lock to the right, trying not to think too much whether she would soon regret the split second decision or not. With one look at his warm, welcoming smile, she doubted it. 

“Do you wanna?” he asked her through the soft gold lamp light. Normally, the thought of smoking would make a chill run down her spine and repulse her for the rest of the day, but watching him make it look so...not gross and disgusting, had her thinking. 

“Oh, no thank you, I don’t smoke,” Y/n told him earnestly, shaking her head the tiniest bit. 

“Yeah I knew that, just thought maybe you had tried it a time or two since I last saw you...had a rebellious moment-” he gave her a wink at that, knowing she was the least rebellious person he had ever come across in his life. He just loved to tease her, “can I ask why you haven't?” 

“Just haven’t,” she said honestly, taking a few small steps to slide onto the edge of the bed - worried that if she sat with him at the window she might combust. 

“That’s okay,” Grayson chuckled, rising from his seat by the window and claiming a spot on the bed right next to her, “you could try it at least once, though. It won’t kill you.” 

That’s a lie, she wanted to say - but instead smacked her lips in thought, gazing up at the smile behind his eyes. He just made everything feel so safe and okay. Even something she had always viewed as disgusting and wrong, he suddenly had her pondering on. Y/n was so distracted with her own thoughts for a moment, she almost didn’t notice him holding the cigarette out to her. She looked at the white roll between his fingers, the smoke wafting up into her nose and she almost made a face, but stopped herself. A wave of panic went through because - fuck - was she really going to do this? What was the reason to go back on everything she believed in about smoking? She never wanted to, so what made this situation any different? 

“I guess not...I just don’t know how to do it,” she admitted. She’s sure it’s not rocket science, but she’s seen enough of her friends cough and gag to be convinced it’s easy for your first time ever trying. And she’s pretty positive she would never - and will never - attempt smoking again after tonight. Only for Grayson, she chanted to herself, only this once for him and then never again. Since when has she ever been subject to peer pressure? She scolded herself, knowing she should never say yes to something she is unsure of, but really wanting to make him proud for some reason. 

“I’ll show you,” he nodded at her and then to the cigarette in his hand, pulling her from her racing thoughts.  Raising the cigarette up, he held it pin straight in front of her face. Y/n gave him a skeptical look, heaving out a sigh, but took the roll anyway - holding it awkwardly in front of her lips. This is so wrong, this is gross, this is bad, she whined to herself, but smacked the thought away. 

“That’s it, now just wrap the dry bit of your lips around it-” he instructed her softly, and she could almost swear her heart was going to explode from the tone he was using, “that’s it.” 

Y/n followed his gentle direction, not daring to look at him while she did something she vowed to never partake in. But how could you say no to a face like his? 

“Now inhale, but breathe in. Don’t force the air down or anything like that, just take it in and pull it down until you feel it here-” he tapped a finger against her chest, goosebumps raising right where he had touched her. She prayed he didn’t notice - even if she saw his eyes linger on her skin for just a few seconds longer. 

With a burst of bravery, she sucked in on the stick, taking in a deep breath. She could feel it like a heavy cloud sitting in her throat and on her tongue before she sputtered it back out with a sickly sounding cough. Bad idea. She cringed as the smoke oozed from her nostrils as well, followed by a harsh pain. 

Grayson laughed lightly watching her grimace and hold it back out to him with panic, “No?” 

No, she agreed in her head, but instead shook her head and brought it back in front of her face with a disgusted scowl. He raised a prominent eyebrow at her in question and disbelief. Really again? His eyes talked back to her. 

“Just um... let me go again,” she urged, clearing her throat and ignoring the burning sensation that followed in result of her coughing fit only moments prior. She just wanted to look tough in front of him. Not that she owed him anything, but herself maybe. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I don’t really want to be responsible for your death,” he laughed, taking it back from her. He would never force her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. With a pout she huffs. 

“Let me try again,” she whined slightly, holding her hand out. She tried giving him her best ‘please give into me’ eyes, but she wasn’t sure it worked until the corner of his lips started to curve upwards. 

His hesitation made her smile, hesitation was closer to a yes than a no. But he shook is head soon after, and he couldn’t catch her bottom lip fast enough before it popped out into a pout. She wanted to at least take a drag without all but coughing up her lungs. That’s all, after that she would let it go. She never had the desire to smoke in the first place. 

“Okay,” Grayson decided with a huff, “I wanna try something real quick. Can you come a little closer for me?” 

With a slight nod Y/n scoots herself closer to him on the edge of the bed, knees now touching his slightly. He’s close enough now that if she leans in just a bit, they would be kissing. The thought makes goosebumps pop up along the skin of her arms, something she hopes he pays no mind to. But instead, she sits with a dumbfounded look while he smiles brightly at her. 

“Now part your lips,” he nods at her, eyes glued to her plump rosy lips that tempt him more than she will ever realize.She’s looking at him innocently, only making it harder for him to think about the mean things that were said about her downstairs. He’d love nothing more than to kick all of their asses when they finish up in his room.  

With her compliance comes the knowledge that she’s gotten herself into some trouble when he takes the end of the cigarette into his own mouth, wraps his own lips tightly around the white stick and sucks in hard. She admires the way his eyes droop shut with the long drag, and gasps in a small breath when his hand reaches up to grab loosely at her chin, pulling her face even closer. A daring move. 

“Try what?” she frowned, looking up and into his intense eyes that all but glare at her now. A fire erupts somewhere in her when he ducks his face down to place his lips over hers lightly, almost hovering and resisting the urge to plant them fully upon hers just as he exhales the smoke into her open mouth. She jumps when she feels the smoke swirling in her mouth like liquid, warm - but something tells her that’s not what has her sweating right there on the bed. 

With her eyes pinched shut and tried to focus on the subtle burn that was in fact less overwhelming than her first time trying to smoke herself - but all she could seem to focus on or much rather care about, was his satin soft lips moving ever so slightly as he blows out the rest of the smoke into her mouth. The light pressure causing her head to spin in circles, his hand on her chin ensuring that her face stay near to his. 

With a dizzy head and a heart that just wouldn’t stop racing, she exhales the smoke out of her nostrils between them, Grayson’s head pulling back just a bit to let the grayish swirls of smoke drift away and disappear. 

“How about that?” he whispered, staring at her with softened eyes. She hadn’t coughed, so he took that as a good sign. 

Swallowing nervously, she taps at her knee with her fingers, trying to avoid his eyes altogether. He was just...too much to look at. Too kind, too handsome, too understanding of things he didn’t have to be. She thought she might feel sick with herself after endeavoring in such a disgusting act...but surprisingly, she just felt accomplished. She hadn’t hacked up a lung, and he wasn’t running for the hills like she thought he might. Her innocence sometimes frightened people. Especially those with no real understanding of the finer things in life. But Grayson wasn’t one of those people, and she knew she had to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Better,” she finally managed to squeak out. And for once, she wasn’t lying. In fact, it was the most truthful thing she’d said in a very long time. When you were putting on a show for dozens of people, it felt a bit strange to say something that wasn’t robotic and programmed. Even if was just once word. That would was hers. 

“Why was it better, Y/n?” Grayson whispered again, still staring right through her. His eyes seemed darker now, a pit of something she couldn’t put her finger on. 

“I-I um...don’t know really it’s jus-” 

“Can I kiss you?” He cut her off seriously, turning only for a moment to toss the cigarette into an ashtray on the nightstand, and it was actually kind of astonishing how good of a shot it was, “just once.” 

“W-why?” she whimpered, confused and flattered and unsure of what to think. 

Is this just another joke? Another prank to be pulled off by her ‘friends’? There has to be a camera somewhere. Someone waiting behind the door, just waiting to bust in with a group if people and laugh at her. 

“Does it matter why?” he smirked, still holding her chin softly. His touch felt so delicate. Like she was a little porcelain doll he had to handle with care. 

“I mean...a little,” she admitted, “ people don’t usually randomly ask me to kiss them.” 

“Because I actually like you,” he began quietly, so so quiet, “because you’re beautiful, you really understand things for what they are, and people make fun of you for it.” 

They are both surprised when she lets out an amused scoff, one hand raising to cover her mouth for just a moment at her outburst. Her eyes are wide, but within a moment she’s lowering her hand back down to what she thought was her own lap...but ended up being Grayson’s knee. She’s speaking before she can think to remove her hand first. 

“I am not beautiful, Grayson,” she mutters, shyly and ashamed. 

It’s almost like he’s been shot, to hear her say such a thing. To hear her lie. She can’t possibly think that about herself? 

“Y/n,” he breathes with a shake of his head, “the first time I saw you it felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach.” Maybe it was the way he said it with such sincerity, the genuine emotion behind his words, or the way his lips ushered the words right out of his - but she found her heart fluttering and her head nodding at his request. 

“Okay,” she decided, not sure if he’d understand but hoping she wouldn’t have to actually say what she was okaying. 

“Okay? I can-” he checked, flicking his hazel eyes from her lips and back up again. 

“Yes, I mean yeah, I mean...okay,” she laughed, so beyond nervous she couldn’t prepare herself for what was about to come next. Something spectacular. Something magical. At least, that’s what she always thought it would be like kissing Grayson. Her only thought was that she didn’t want to be the one to lean in, and thankfully she didn’t have to. Grayson was leaning in in no time, and she was thankful for his confidence. It was something she was always lacking.  

His head tilted in such a way that he kissed her lips at this angle, this oh so special angle, one that she felt her body melt at. Her head dropped to the side as his lips put pressure against hers, his hand still placed right under her chin while his lips ghosted and danced over her own. 

With the thought of her hands remaining to herself being just too sad to handle, she delicately placed her fingers upon his waist. She could feel the heat of him under his shirt, and somehow that simple fact made her shiver, lean into him more. She didn’t squeeze, just touched at his waist - dipping her toes into the water so to say. Grayson being a little more invested for the time being, captured her upper lip with another roll of pressure. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp at the movement. She knew she wasn’t the best kisser, only having kissed a few times, and none of those times ended up being all that great - but she was trying. 

Despite her lack of confidence and the nerves threatening to make her wretch at any moment, she wanted to take it further. Not just one kiss, little pecks. She wanted a kiss: heavy tongues and puckering noises. She wanted the full kiss, the ones all her friends had and bragged about when she sat around being sad she hadn’t yet experienced something so electric. 

With an act of bravery, she let that hand that rested on his waist close in to squeeze at him, digging her nails in to the fabric and  applying just the right amount of pressure to have him kissing her deeper. She then took it a step further, sliding her other hand up to tug the hat resting on his head backwards off and clutch at his locks of chocolaty hair. She was proud of herself when his hand came up to grip at her own waist and she didn’t so much as jump, warning bells didn’t sound off in her head, she wasn’t afraid. She let him just like she let herself. 

Their kisses still weren’t long, just lingering pecks and lips squeezing one another’s. Y/n was the first to open her mouth, the first to show a sign of wanting something beyond the innocent pecking. Pulling back for just a second, she wraps her lips around his plump bottom one, pulling for a second before popping it free. 

Grayson makes a small sound, something like a grunt mixed with a breath, and slacked his jaw a bit to kiss her harder. Much harder. This was what she wanted. He was hungry for it now. With that new excitement, came the shock of his tongue colliding with hers. At first, she jumped on the mattress, her fingers stilled in his hair, but he kept her close. She recovered from her shock quickly and tried to not make any noise that might embarrass her when his wet heavy tongue rolled against hers, one of his large hands coming to press into her back. It was so smooth, the way he knew exactly how to angle his mouth, kiss her at just the right spots, apply just the right pressure. It pulled her into him more than the hand at her back. 

Her mouth grew hotter, tingles spreading from her lips down her collarbones, her shoulders, and to the tips of her fingers that were still locked in his hand and tethered to the fabric of his shirt. And it was almost comical that she liked the slight bitterness from the smoke they had inhaled minutes prior to their kiss, added an extra buzz to her nerves. This was so unlike her, but somehow...exactly like her in every way. She honestly didn’t really know who she was because of how often she had to conform to what everyone else thought she be. 

Y/n felt his firm hands become greedy quickly, his body just itching to do something to hers. A ball of excitement sat down low in her stomach, growing to a steady burn that spread out through the rest of her body, pushing out as a sigh she will think back on and be horrified about for the rest of her days. But in the moment? Kissing Grayson in a frat house? After smoking her first cigarette? She didn’t give a damn that she made any sounds of pleasure, in fact she wanted him to know just how good his lips felt moving against hers. He fought off the urge to act on his hunger, not wanting to be that guy. He wasn’t that guy. He never had been. Especially with her, he would be patient. If kissing was all she would ever want to do, he would be okay with it. 

“Gray,” she breathed, way too caught up in the heat of the moment to realize the weight of what she was about to say,” “Gray let me touch you.” 

Grayson stopped the steady speed of their kiss and pulled his tongue from hers, still holding her face close, but backed his head up just enough to get a look right into her beautiful eyes. With a thick swallow and a small shake of his head he’s finally blabbering out a confused, “What?” 

“Just...let me,” she begged, tightening the fist in his hair to really let him know she means it, “let me please.” 

And she did mean it, that she was sure of. She wasn’t sure if it really was the fact that she had a bit to drink tonight, of it was just the moment and she was high off of the way his lips felt, or the fact that she had liked him for so long anyway - but she wanted to fucking touch him. She wasn’t even sure to what extent, just that she wanted to feel the weight of the situation and go outside of her comfort zone. She was ready to go somewhere with him. She trusted him more than half of her jackass ‘friends’ anyway. 

“Y/n,” he began after a moment of irritating silence, “you don’t owe me anything. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. We can just kiss, I promise I’m okay with just kissing you.” 

“But I want too, Grayson,” she whimpered, sliding her knee up his thigh, to show just how much. She tried to show with that simple motion that she thought now was perfect, her chance to finally let loose and just dive head first into her first sexual encounter. Her first real one anyway. It wasn’t just getting it out of the way. It wasn’t her acting on some rash urge to be like the other sex crazed people around her. It wasn’t a cry for acceptance. It was her about the opportunity she had pictured for so long was now before her and she didn’t want to throw it away due to the nerves pumping through her at lightning speed. She didn’t want to be afraid of intimacy anymore. 

“Y/n/n,” he whispered, “you really don’t have to. Don’t think that’s why I kissed you. I was fully expecting for us just to kiss.” 

“No,” she promised, leaning forward and dipping her head to the side to kiss at his sharp jaw, “show me how it’s done please, Gray. Show me how to make you cum. Wanna know how you like it.” 

Grayson swallowed loudly again, the head that was once holding her face now wrapped lightly around her neck. It was simply resting there, no intention or purpose. But she felt that same hand tighten just a bit at her words.

“Jesus, Y/n. You’re drunk, bub. You would never be saying this if you were sober,” he mumbled out to her, looking at her in the eyes. It almost made her feel better. Almost. 

But it still stung. Because there is was. There it fucking was. Even if he denied that he found her frigid like all the others, he still didn’t believe she had any form of sexual desire. That she couldn’t possibly have any confidence with her body. That she wasn’t like that. That she was worthless when it came to her body and the only time she would ever desire getting or giving any type of sexual pleasure is when she was drunk. 

Pulling her head back and away from his hand while trying to avoid the pity in his eyes, she decided that instead of shutting down and taking the sting in her heart home with her - she was going to prove him wrong. Because he was. She could do more than sit and look pretty, even if that’s what made her most comfortable on any other day. She wanted to suck his dick. It was that simple. She wanted it and she knew he wanted it just as bad, even if he was going to try and be a gentleman about it. 

Grayson watched her slip to her knees on the floor in front of him, never breaking the stare they had kept for a few long minutes now. She was pulling apart his legs in no time, her grip firm. He sucked in a breath when her silk soft lips fell to the inside part of his knee, the soft material of the tight fitting black sweats he was wearing softer than what she had assumed. Reaching a hand up, she twisted and pulled at the tie in the front, undoing it quickly, grazing over a bump in his underwear that he couldn’t hide even if he tried as she shifted closer to him on the edge of the bed. 

“Y/n,” he grabbed at her hand, trying not to choke when she gave him a dead look, like she would rather him do anything else but stop her, “are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to regret anything.” 

“Yes, Grayson. I’m not a fucking prude.” 

And there is was. That same word that was thrown at her all the time, for years she’s had to hear the same insult. But she didn’t have to prove anything to him. She was safe with him, even if he did want to fuck her senseless he would never act on any of those thoughts unless the time was right and she was 100% completely ready for that stepping stone in her life. Sitting there looking into her eyes, seeing the determination, it made his heart speed up he wouldn’t lie about that. 

“You don’t have to-” he huffed and put his hands to his face in frustration, “you don’t have to prove that to me.” 

It was sweet, the way he tried to validate her, make her feel safe. But he didn’t understand, she wanted him. 

“I know that,” she nodded, “but why does it have to stop me from doing the things I want to do?” 

As Grayson stared down at her, he was scared for a moment that she would able to see in his eyes how desperately he wanted her to go down on him, and didn’t want her to also think that was the goal with bringing her up to his room. He didn’t and would never want to pressure her into anything. If Grayson knew anything, it was that she deserved the best. So he made a promise to himself right there on the edge of his bed that he would treat her like a fucking goddess during and after whatever they were about to do. That he would show that he cared about her, because he did. And he knew he always had.

“Fuck, okay. As long as you’re sure,” he whispered gruffly, feeling his dick twitch from the simple bat of her eyelashes up at him. She smirked at this, tugging at the elastic of his sweats. 

Grayson complied by shifting his hips up and watched her drag them down his muscular legs and to his feet, yanking his ankles apart as much as she could in the denim. She stopped when she noticed the lack of shoes on his feet, now remembering him slipping them off in the time she came into the room earlier. But what really made her stop was the tattoo on top of his foot. She tapped at it twice with a smirk, but didn’t say anything. It calmed her nerves only slightly that his fingers were tapping on the bed nervously. She was thankful she wasn’t the only one. 

He'd just never had a virgin suck him off before. That and it was Y/n for Christ’s sake. She had always been too damn good for him and he put off any idea of ever being anything more than friends with her because he was 1. going away for college and 2. sure that she would find some dreamy successful kind of guy that would smoke his ass any day. But...there was was...choosing him. 

“Show me, Gray,” she whispered softly, sitting with her hands in her lap, twiddling with her fingers. 

He nodded immediately, the innocence in her voice ushering him to take her face in his hands when she came back up, just to tilt his head and land a sweet kiss on her lips. Just to let her know that he was going to take care of her, that it meant something. He was again glad that he was the guy she chose to have her first sexual encounter with. Not one of the dumbfucks downstairs that only wanted to fuck her and throw her away like a piece of trash. Grayson was respectful, and he was going to give her a comfortable experience no matter what. 

Y/n found herself stuck with what to do already. She had built up all this fire, but it was like she was standing on a stage with a spotlight pointing down at her - completely frozen. But she wasn’t dumb, she knew she had to get him hard first. Raising a dainty hand, she squeezed his clothes length, already half hard and massive. Y/n chose not to mention how big he was and instead inhaled and deep breath into her lungs, trying to stifle whatever stupid nervous thought was threatening to talk her out of what she wanted. With that breath, she took the time to pull the hem down and under his length. 

“Okay-shit,” he whispered once again, voice shaking even more than before when her hand came up to wrap around his bare shaft now. “Holy shii-okay.” He tried breathing in deep a couple times when he felt her hot palm around him, making blood rush down his body only making him that much harder in her hand. “Fuck, this is gonna sound gross but spit in your hand.” 

For a moment, she thought he was joking, and sat with his weight in her hand, but when she looked up to his pouted lower lip with no sign of amusement she knew he was serious and her cheeks grew a darker shade of red. Letting him go for just a second, she followed his direction and grabbed at him again, feeling slicker. 

“Shit-now move your hand for me,” he grunted, trying his best to not be greedy and thrust already. She needed to take all the time she needed. 

Slowly at first, Y/n moved her hand up and down, discovering that with each tug, his dick became smoother and wetter to the touch. Just looking at the massive cock in front of her made her nervous to put him in her mouth. He was just...so big. And the length was there too, along with the girth. This was quite the achievement for her first time. She tried getting him completely there with each flick of her wrist, speeding up gradually, slowing her hand up around the tip and thumbing the slit at the end. He was long and hard, his tip pink and dripping after her thumb dragged away from his slit. She wasn’t sure the effect it would have, but suppressed a grin when he jerked in her hand. 

He jolted with a deep moan that made her eyes shoot up to his in shock. 

“Fuck, that felt good,” he admitted, voice thick. 

It made her feel proud, that he sounded so breathless and bothered by her hand moving on his dick. The way he breathed it through his lips, like he was thinking it to himself and hadn’t even meant for it to come out, but he couldn’t help it. Kind of made her want to kiss him again. 

Grayson looked quite brooding over her, with a sharp dropped jaw and puffed up chest. He watched her every move when she couldn’t be bothered to tear her eyes away from his cock being pumped to filth by her own dainty hand. He carefully took her fringe back and behind her ear as her mouth came up and kissed his tip. Grayson quivered on his own bed, rolling his head back from the feeling of her soft lips that pressed against him for just a second. Such a soft gesture, with some dirty intent. The sight of her lips pressing to the tip of his cock almost affectionately, made him more desperate than he’d admit, like she loved it. 

“Take off your top,” she spoke quietly, wanting to see his body. He obliged, yanking off his shirt with lightning speed. Her eyes went wide at the first sliver of his toned stomach that appeared and she gulped. Damn, she was nervous by how fit he truly was. Grayson always did have a certain love for fitness she always admired. 

She’s brought back to the matter at hand when she feels a warmth on her hand, her gaze dropping to his dick once again. He sat hard and waiting for her next move, whatever that was anyway. Thankfully she didn’t have to ponder for much longer because Grayson rides in on that white horse to save her once again. 

“Just take the tip now, babe,” he soothed her through his, grabbing her hair in his hand lightly once he settled into just the right position. The little pet name had slipped out, and for a second he thought she didn’t notice until her lips curved into a smirk. Y/n is closing her eyes and leaning in close, wrapping her lips around him at last. Tight, hot, and wet. All the sensations he felt when her lips finally enveloped around his tip. 

“Jesus Christ,” he swore, heart hammering away from just the first feeling of her. 

He really didn’t know what to think when her tongue started swiping and rolling along his shaft. She figured that maybe it wasn’t all about the sucking. Maybe she could play around a little, give him kisses up the side, wet and sloppy. Look at him while she tongued at his tip, smoothed her tongue over his balls for just a second. 

“Oh fuck, roll your tongue on my just like that, that’s it,” he groaned, hips jerking from all the teasing on his tip. He’d always been a sucker for that sort of thing, she was learning his weak spots early, “doing so good, angel.” 

She hummed with a smile, batting her eyelashes up at him in hopes of looking at precious as possible. He looked like a sweating mess above her already, droplets glistening along the lines of his tanned abs. 

“Shit,” he panted heavily when she stuck her tongue out and took a hard lick to his tip once again, tongue sliding up his thin slit to flick against her teeth - her hand wrapped around his base. 

She rubbed him up and down, going just a bit faster and spreading her spit up his length. 

“Is this okay?” she checked, gazing up at him, continuing to twist her hand. 

“Yes,” he swallowed, “Yes, just uh fuck- go a little fast for me, Y/n. Move your hand faster.” 

She flicked her wrist against his throbbing cock, feeling much more confident now that he was moaning quietly and his chest moved rapidly with his quickened breathing. He was losing it, absolutely losing it, but he would try to keep it together in case she needed more guidance. But she felt sexy as hell - powerful even. Looking up at his eyes with a flutter to her lashes, a smirk coming up her face that he couldn’t detach his eyes from even if he tried. The little devil knew her power over him. She had to at this point. 

“You liking this, Gray?” she smiled brightly, knowing the answer but asking anyway. 

“So fucking much baby, doing so good for me,” he grunted, head thrown back in bliss with just her hand stroking him. 

With the new found confidence blazing through her and his eyes not watching her every move for once, she raised up again and held her hair back, her hand a bit sticky for obvious reasons. She didn’t have time to worry about a sticky hand when she was about to suck dick for the first time, Grayson’s dick at that. 

Slowly she slid her lips down his shaft, focused on taking medium length pulls that soon sped up once he had gathered her hair back and she could place both hands on his thighs to steady herself. 

“Meet your lips with your hand, baby,” he moaned, biting at his lip, watching her take as much of him as she could. 

Not having enough energy to do much else other than comply, she closed her lips tighter around him, feeling her saliva drip down onto her fist that met with her lips now. However; all she could focus on was the way he was breathing, the heavy rise and fall of his stomach. The sighs and moans of her name that spilled out of his mouth to encourage her further. She could feel his thighs shaking slightly, which made her head spin from the mere thought of him being so overworked by her actions. She sucked at him faster, and she soon realized she loved the dirty suction sound her mouth was making around him, the way his cock reached a place deep down her throat. 

“Fuck- mhmm gonna cum,” he got out through his pleasured whines, “stop babe, back up m’cumming.” 

“I know,” she assured him. 

She knew what was coming. But she’d come this far so it wasn’t like she was going to stop. She hummed around hum and it just made his pleasure increase, the hand holding her hand wrapping just a bit tighter with selfish desire as he took one last deep breath and closed his eyes with relief. 

He finished in her mouth in long, hot spurts. Spilling out on her awaiting tongue. Y/n kept sucking, trying her best to keep her lips tight - having some thought that if she just kept sucking he would be dry at some point, but he was still wet with her spit. 

He was wrecked before her, absolutely spent. He panted loudly above her as she swallowed and looked back at him with her doe eyes and a hopeful smile. 

“Was I good?” she teased sweetly. 

Fuck you, he wanted to say, so fucking high on pleasure that he honestly would have if it had been any other person besides her. He was just that caught up. But instead of that crude comment, he chose to fall back on the bed with a huff and a “Fucking hell.” 

It was nice to see him completely spent and worn out like he was, she had to admit. Made her feel powerful, like she wasn’t some princess that just had to have the world at her feet. Although, watching him flop back on the bed with a smile did make her feel like she did carry the world in the palm of her hands. He was...beautiful. 

“It’s just not right that it was your first time,” he joked, still panting, “you’re so good at it.” 

Finally having the strength to lift herself up off the floor, she stands on wobbly knees and confidently crawled up his body, careful of his sensitive length laying against his abdomen. Even when he wasn’t hard he was massive. It blew her fucking mind that a man could be that attractive, that he actually just did that with her, that he was then wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close to his sweating body. He opened his eyes breathlessly just as she leaned in and gave his lips a gentle kiss. Light like a feather, but sweet like honey. 

“So,” she traced a shape on the tanned skin of his chest, “does this make me a bad person?” 

He wanted to laugh, he really did. But when he looked back at her, she looked seriously concerned that she might have ruined something for herself. And for that, he brought his lips to hers once again for an even longer skin. He rolled his tongue out to slide against her own, and not being a bitch boy, he could taste himself on her mouth - the thought making him smile. They really just did that. 

“No, my love,” he whispered, “it makes you a very, very good one.” 

My love...my love...fuck. 

She laughed at his lame compliment. In retaliation, and just because he wanted to, he gave her a light spank that made her gasp in sharply. By the time she had time to open her mouth and speak, he had already rolled them over and attached their lips. They giggled against one another’s mouths, Y/n holding his hair, Grayson rubbing his thumbs across her hips. 

“I don’t want this to be over,” he admitted quietly to her, forehead resting against hers lazily. He knew this was a dreamland and he would have to wake up to a frat house full of passed out drunks and a fuck ton of trash to clean up. But she was...damn near impossible to stop kissing and now that he’s gotten a taste of what it’s like to have her in his arms - he doesn’t want to let her go.

It made her heart flutter to hear him say something so honest and raw in a time like this, him being naked and pressed on tip

“It doesn’t have to be...” she trailed off, not knowing if he meant he didn’t want the night to end or something deeper. 

“Yeah? You sure you want to hang out with a fray boy? I’ve heard they're jerks,” he teased, tickling at her side and grinning when she wiggled in his arms. 

She nodded against his chest, not having enough courage to respond, but wanting to give a response anyway. She had to admit, she was overjoyed when Grayson slid out from under her and wrapped her up nice and snug in his bed, sliding right in next to her and pulling her close. 

She didn’t know what it meant for them, what this meant for her, or where the fuck they stood. All she knew was that Grayson’s lips sprinkled kisses across her face just to help her fall asleep that night...and no one in her life as ever made her feel so worthy. Loved. Touched. Not just psychically, but emotionally, spiritually, and beyond. And for once the thought of being close to someone didn’t scare her.  

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[strangerquinns]

ethan really getting really caught up into his skating and wakeheart schedule so he forgets things like how he literally has a girlfriend whom has a fear of being forgotten 🥺 please i need some ethan fluff and angst

Usually, when Ethan got to be busy, you understood. He had a lot going on between the podcast and Wakeheart. But usually, he was good with balancing his relationship into that schedule. But it seems that the moment you moved in with the twins a few months ago, the relationship between the two of you got pushed to the back burner.

Any time he had just the smallest bit of free time he'd either be off working on another project or skating off with Grayson and some of their other friends. It wasn't like you didn't voice this concern to him;

"I thought maybe we could do a date night tonight? Head down to the new restaurant down the street."

"I can't," Ethan spoke, flippant to what you wanted. Instead, he walked around your shared bedroom to find his clothes to head out to skate. "I made plans with the boys."

"You guys hung out yesterday." You sighed heavily and tried not to feel defeated and abandoned. You didn't want to come off as clingy, but it was getting worse and to the point where you were starting to not care.

"Babe, we hung out this morning." Ethan stopped to look towards you, totally missing the hint that your body language was giving off to him.

"You mean when you sat at the table taking zoom calls all morning while I sat and ate breakfast and then left to take Avva for a walk?"

Ethan frowned at the edge that was in your voice. But it still went over his head. Instead, he mumbled a soft "sorry" before grabbing his bag and heading out the door. Leaving alone for another night as he left with friends.

Your heartfelt heavy in your heart and seemed to sink into your stomach when you heard the door close. You felt like your relationship was slipping through your fingers and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You thought with moving in with Ethan that everything going to be better and the two of you would grow stronger together. But instead, Ethan felt farther and farther away.

Your worse fear was to be abandoned by the one you loved the most, and your heart was telling you that was what was exactly happening.

But unlike his twin, Grayson was able to see what was happening and couldn't help but feel bad. He saw that Ethan was ignoring all the signs that you were feeling left out. The frown that would come onto your face any time Ethan talked about the plans he had with anyone else but you. He saw you alone in the home more often than he saw you with Ethan.

So when Grayson came into the room looking for his brother, he was saddened to see you sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with Avva cuddled tightly to your chest.

"Y/N?" Grayson spoke, causing you to snap your head towards the doorway, seeing Grayson standing there with concern all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," You shrugged and moved to wipe your tears, moving your hand over to gently pet the puppy beside you. But Grayson stepped into the room more, knowing that his friend needed him.

"Where is E?"

A humorless chuckle passed through your lips as you rolled your eyes. "Where do you think he is?" Your eyes glared up towards him for a moment, before softening. "Sorry"

Grayson sighed softly and ran his hand over his face, rubbing along his beard before sitting on the end of the bed beside you. "Don't apologize."

"He was out with them every night for the past week!" Your frustrations came to boil over and you felt the angry tears falling down your cheeks. "I just...I just feel like he's leaving me and doesn't care anymore."

Grayson reached over and hugged you tightly as you began to cry harder and harder. Ethan was his twin and he'd always have his back, but seeing you fall apart in front of him was breaking his heart for you. Grayson saw you as his sister, someone that added to their family and brought his twin so much happiness. He really felt like his brother was his best ever since he'd gotten with you. But this right here, this was something that Grayson couldn't stand by and see fall apart. Not when he could do something to help.

Once you calmed down slightly and fell asleep, Grayson tucked you under the blankets before leaving out of the room. He grabbed his phone almost immediately and text Ethan;

bro, you need to get home and get home now. talk with y/n, please.

Ethan text back almost immediately, feeling panic go through him at the mention of you.

is everything ok? is she hurt?

she's hurt more than you know man, just talk to her.

Ethan quickly ended his time with his friends before heading back home. He felt his chest fill with panic as the possibilities of what could be wrong ran through his mind. When he pulled up, Ethan noticed that the house was dark as he walked up the driveway and into the house. Ethan called for you a few times, before finally coming into the bedroom and seeing you.

You were sitting in bed again, this time awake, and watching your favorite comfort show. It was the thing you turned to whenever you were feeling down and needed a little pick me up. Ethan frowned, expecting to see you hurt. But instead found you perfectly fine in bed, or so he thought.

"Your home early." You spoke, voice void of any emotion.

"Grayson said that you were hurt? I rushed home to make sure that you were ok." Ethan dropped his bag beside the door and walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed where you were lying down.

"Took your brother saying something for you to notice?" Your frown deepened and you felt a pain fill inside your chest like your heart was breaking. You moved off the bed and headed towards the bathroom as tears filled your eyes again.

But Ethan caught it, following after you quickly. "Hey, what's wrong? Baby?"

You cupped your hand over your mouth as he gently turned you to face him. Ethan caressed your face and moved to wipe your tears, worry sinking deep within him again. The thing he hated most was to see you upset, wanting nothing more than to not see his baby girl hurting at any level.

But he wasn't expecting you to become so angry with him.

"Why would you suddenly care?" You spoke,

"Of course I care, why would you think that?"

"Because you're so quick to leave me to go be with your friends," Your voice cracked slightly, "Have you ever noticed we haven't spent any time alone longer than a few minutes for the past few months? I only get alone time with you when we wake up, the moment you're out of bed I don't see you, Ethan. It's like you're ok abandoning me or something."

Ethan quickly shook his head, "No. No, no. That's not true."

"That's how it feels, Ethan." You suddenly felt too tired and sunk back from him. "If you don't care and don't wanna be with me, just say it. Don't leave me here alone."

Ethan's heart broke at your words. He moved to wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly against his chest, your arms weakly wrapped around him.

"I want nothing more than to be with you, angel. I don't want anyone else and I am so sorry I haven't been acting like it." Ethan pulled back and caressed your face again, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs as he stared down towards you. "I love you so, so much and I shouldn't have pushed us to the side like that. I've been a shitty fucking boyfriend."

You pouted and reached to fist his shirt tightly and pull him closer to you, needing to feel him since he'd been so distant. You missed simply just being in arms and feeling safe within them. Ethan bent down and kissed your forehead, before moving to your nose, and then finally kissing your lips.

The kiss was soft and tender, but Ethan made sure to pour every ounce of love that he could into it. It left you breathless for a moment when he pulled away.

"I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear," Ethan spoke as he pressed his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm gonna hold you to that promise, Dolan" You whispered, enjoying the feeling of being in your boyfriend's arms again.

[333dolans]

If By Chance // E.D

Summary: It’s been 2 years since she’d last seen him, what would happen if by chance they were to meet once more?

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If someone were to tell Aurora Beckett’s 12 year old self that by the time she was 20, she would of lost all contact with Ethan Dolan? She would of thought the notion to be absolutely absurd.

Since the first day of 4th grade when two identical boys approached her as she sat alone, leg bobbing up and down nervously and thumbs twirling together, the twins had decided then and there that she was going to be their best friend.

They wanted to make her feel included and seen. Although they knew all to well themselves how it feels to be alienated, they’d never been alone, always having each other. They swore that day she’d never feel alone again.

Ever since that day, they’d been true to their word. Endless amounts of movie nights, beach trips, late night snack runs. They had experienced so much of their teen years together. Aurora had caught herself gravitating more towards the older twin, finding a particular comfort in his vibrant presence. God knows she loves both of them with her whole heart and would drop everything in an instant for either of them, but there has seemingly always been something more between her and Ethan, just below the surface, yearning to be acknowledged. Yet here she was 11 years down the line, now having gone almost two years without so much as a hello from the only boy she’s ever been in love with.

When the twins turned 15, they decided to chase their growing career across the country from the state they’d all called home for so long. After a lot of tears and begging her best friends not to leave her behind, Aurora came around to their decision. She wanted nothing more than for them to be happy and if moving to Los Angeles meant they could follow their lifelong dream? She sure as hell wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped them, no matter how much it hurt her heart to wave them goodbye as they boarded the plane.

Everything had ran smoothly from there. They FaceTimed at every and any moment they could. They frequently flew back to Jersey for the holidays and birthdays, she would also fly out to California whenever she could. Her relationship with both twins remained strong and never once faltered.

That was until a certain twin began to drift, blaming it on meetings and work. This would of been a valid argument, were it not for Grayson, who confirmed that they in fact wouldn’t be busy when Ethan claimed to be swamped with business. It became very apparent that he was curving her, she just didn’t know nor could she understand why.

Was the new increase in fame getting to his head? He was always so grounded, so humble. Did he think he was above her now? Her superior? Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him? He’d always sworn her that she was the most important person in his life besides his family. These were the questions shed’d found herself asking every single day like a broken record.

Soon enough he’d dropped Aurora completely. She knew it was coming, she wasn’t naive, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when it did. Grayson kept contact as best he could, still asking to FaceTime at least once a month but she’d began to push him away. His face mirroring the boy she loathed but still craved so badly, it pained her to speak to Gray when his identical twin had caused her to cry herself to sleep most nights.

It had only been 4 months since she’d last spoken to Ethan when she discovered his sudden change of heart. The reason he’d ended their lifelong friendship? He’d met a girl. A gorgeous girl who Aurora later discovered to be called Arabella. He’d cut her off simply because he’d found a girlfriend? It didn’t make any sense.

But here she was now, sat on a 13 hour plane heading for the west coast. She couldn’t help but succumb to the memories pounding in her head, begging to fill her thoughts. All the times she’d been in this exact place making this journey, dying for the plane to hurry up and take her to the place she longed to be, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. However, today she wouldn’t get to beeline towards the brown haired boy that filled her mind whilst awake and asleep. Today she would be picking up her rental car alone and driving towards her new start.

As she entered the door to her apartment, she found her racing mind instantly slowed. She already felt so much calmer in this place, it felt like home. Like this is where she was meant to be. She had received a promotion at her job, which happened to be located in the city of angels. Of course she accepted, the pay was incredible and she was never one to turn down the opportunity to travel and see the sights this amazing earth has to offer. It hadn’t even registered in her mind until just weeks before she was set to fly out that her once closest friends lived out there, now nothing but mere strangers.

She was just placing down the boxes after carrying them up the never ending flights of stairs that led to her new home, when she heard the notification. Reaching for her phone, expecting a text from her landlord, she was met with an all too familiar name.

From Grayson Dolan: Hey! I was just checking snap maps to see where the friend I’m meeting up with was and i saw your bitmoji. You’re in LA? Since when? For how long?

To Grayson Dolan: Hi G, I just moved out here for a promotion! I live here now i guess haha. We should grab coffee!

She didn’t know why she asked him to meet up, they hadn’t spoken in a long time and it would surely be awkward. Before she had time to overthink her decision too much, she received a reply.

From Grayson Dolan: Name the time and place and ill be there, I’ve missed you so much Rory.

To Grayson Dolan: Missed you more Grapeson!

From Grayson Dolan: Oh no we are not bringing that back.

To Grapeson🍇: Too late! Pick me up at 4 if you’re free?

From Grapeson🍇: See you soon love x

She couldn’t fight off the beaming smile that pulled at her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss her best friend, after all he’d tried to keep contact. She’d let her feelings for Ethan get in the way of her friendship with Gray and ultimately lost one of the brightest lights the world had to offer. She’d be damned before she let herself mess that up again.

[iixbella]

❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❞

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

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[exclusivedolan]

sis, please hit us with some jealous grayson🤤

jealous grayson hits different

Jealous Grayson is a whole different breed, let me tell you. No matter how many times he denies it deep down, he gets jealous very quickly.  he can't help it but get jealous when he sees someone who isn't him checking out his girl or sees a random boy trying to seduce her. Something brews up inside of him that makes him go full jealousy mode, and not that you don't mind when he gets super overprotective of you, but somethings he can get to be too much, but you love him nevertheless. So it's not a surprise to you when you are on facetime with Kenny, one of your childhood best friends who you haven't kept in touch since high school.

"I've missed you so much. I can't believe how much you've grown-up you look beautiful." Kenny said shockingly

"Thank you so much, Kenny. You've grown up so much as well.I can't believe it took us this long to get back in touch we each other," you said surprisingly as you walked down the stairs to grab your coffee from Grayson's hands.

"whos that?" Grayson asked as he tried to look at your phone to see who you were talking to, but you moved yourself to the couch before he could look.

Grayson made his way to the couch to get a better look at who was on the phone. Since the kitchen couldn't suffice for him, he sat right by you and cuddled to your side to see an unfamiliar face on the screen, confused on who the random man on your phone that's calling you beautiful, he wanted nothing more than to hang up, but he tried not to let jealously get best of him. But after all, he couldn't help it.

After about 10 more minutes of talking, you decide that you need to start getting ready for the day and that you and Kenny would finish your conversation later on in the day when you had more time.

"Already, Kenny, it was nice catching up, but I have to get ready for some meetings, so ill call you later," you said quickly.

Before Kenny could even say goodbye, Grayson took your phone from your hands and hung up for you.you looked up to see a jealous Grayson starting at you, waiting for you to tell him who you spent two hours on the phone with and why he has never heard of him.

"Before you get all pissy at me, Grayson, he's a childhood friend that reached out to me and asked to catch up, and I couldn't say no, so I gave him my number, and we talked for a little," you said nonchalantly while you put your coffee cup in the sink and headed to the room that you and Grayson shared.

"Come on now, no childhood friend reaches out after years and calls you beautiful and tells you how successful you've been doing if they didn't want something from you, don't you think, babe," Grayson said sharply as he watched you apply your makeup on your face.

"first of all, watch your tone with me, Grayson. There's no need to get worked up. He just a childhood friend, and that's all he'll ever be to me and wanna know why that's all he'll ever be to me? Because I love you and only you," you said, looking over at a pouty Grayson.

"Plus, he's gay," you said flatly.

"Oh? I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you know I'm quick to jump to conclusions. I just love you so much, and I have no clue what ill do without you. You complete me." Grayson said apologetically

"I love you too, gray. You complete me as well. Dunno what id do without you, "you said happily.

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Hi guys! I decided to put all my writing together in one spot so it's easier to find for y'all! Thank you for all the support you give, I love you, and I hope you enjoy!

Also big fat creds to @vintagedolan​ for the beautiful gifs as always (if you see a gif in any of my posts she made it she’s literally the fucking best at this shit)

Disclaimer - these stories contain mature topics. procede with caution is all i'm saying because things get wild

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (message me here)

Series

multi-part stories

What Happens in Jersey - Story Masterlist

Hate You Too | Fuck You Too | Missed You Too | Love You Too

Your roommate’s new boyfriend comes with a twin you don’t get along with - well, unless you’re naked. hyt blurbs

One-Shots

one-part stories

Photoshoot

An impromptu photoshoot one morning leads to more than just a new profile picture for Grayson.

Blurbs

little moments

all blurbs | fluffy blurbs | smutty blurbs | angsty blurbs

Highlight Reel

some of my fav blurbies

meeting mishaps

bathroom blowie

sex (s)tape (I couldn’t think of alliteration for this one)

Blurbs

little moments

all blurbs | fluffy blurbs | smutty blurbs | angsty blurbs

Highlight Reel

some of my fav blurbies

morning mumbles

revenge ride

sofa shenanigans

[barneswinchester]

Meg’s Masterlist of Favs

Fluff, Angst, & Everything That’s Not Smut Edition

Supernatural 

Three’s Company (D.W & C.N)

Little Sister (S.W)

I’m Here Sammy (S.W)

Sammy’s Gotcha (S.W)

Home (S.W)

Koala (S.W)

You’re Not Perfect (S.W)

College (D.W)

Too Young (Brothers x Reader)

Dads (Brothers x Reader)

Bitch, I Might Be (D.W)

Humor Me (D.W)

Oh Sweetheart (D.W)

Green Is Not Your Colour (D.W)

I Got You (D.W)

Speaking in Codes (D.W)

After a Hunt (D.W)

Dean’s Demons (D.W)

Being Dean’s Soulmate (D.W)

I Can Try (C.N)

Cute Blurbs

Being Sam and Dean’s Little Sister Would Include

Dean Teaching You How to Drive

The Honest Truth (Jack Kline x Reader)

Harry Styles 

Cherry Wine

Loss

20 Things

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Does

I Thought I Lost You

A Funny Little Thing Called Love

My Hero

Stress

Faint

Depression

Taken

Don’t Touch Her

Hesitate

Fix It

Ex

I Would Never Hit You

Labor

A White T-Shirt

Tea Mugs & Tear Stains

Dating Harry 

New Year 

Nightmares 

Lie Detector Test 

Niall Horan

Luckiest By Far

Loss

I’m Right Here

Late Night Care

Dolan Twins

Concussed in Love (G.D)

Good Morning (G.D)

Perfect (G.D)

Arrival (G.D)

Anaesthesia (G.D)

TikTok Trend (G.D)

Commiseration (G.D)

Pet Names (G.D)

Matters (G.D)

Clingy (G.D)

Editing (G.D)

Bike Accident (E.D)

Sadderdaze (E.D)

Divorce (E.D)

We’ll Be Alright (E.D)

Spill (E.D)

Little Green Monster (E.D)

Anxiety Attack (Either Twin)

Criminal Minds 

Kidnapped (L.A)

Lonely (L.A)

Cold Comfort (L.A)

Mugged (L.A)

Hostage (L.A)

Talk to Me (L.A)

Baby Weight (L.A)

Don’t Leave (L.A)

Come Back to Me (L.A)

Haunted (L.A)

Safe Now (L.A)

Approval (L.A)

Dirty Laundry (L.A)

Attractive or Terrifying (L.A)

Missed (L.A)

Relaxation is Key (L.A)

Early Mornings (L.A)

Safe (S.R)

Visions (S.R)

Dating Spencer Reid Would Include (S.R)

Dating Spencer Reid (S.R)

Bad Call (S.R)

Nightmares (S.R)

Bubble Bath (S.R)

Keep Me Warm (S.R)

Tell Me You’re Okay (S.R)

You’re Pregnant (S.R)

Madison (S.R)

Bedtime Stories on the Jet ((S.R)

Impromptu (S.R)

Back Home (A.H)

Five Times Hotch Didn’t Kiss You and the One Time He Did (A.H)

5SOS

Hold My Hand (C.H)

Stitches (C.H)

Defender of Hate (C.H)

Home is Where the Heart Is (C.H)

Momentum (C.H & A.I)

You’re What Keeps Me Steady (A.I)

The Best One Yet (A.I)

Holidays (A.I)

Kiss It Better (A.I)

Proposal (A.I)

Nightmare (A.I)

Harry Potter 

Cuddle Me (F.W)

Soft Side (F.W)

Into the Fire (F.W)

Tangled Up (F.W)

Warm Me Up (F.W)

Home for the Holidays (F.W)

Cherry Chapstick (F.W)

Dazzle (G.W)

Settling a Bet (G.W)

Kiss Me (G.W)

Touch Starved (D.M)

Enough (D.M)

Choices (D.M)

Battle Wounds (D.M)

It’s Okay (D.M)

[poguesholland]

Electric Love | Ethan Dolan

You decide to kiss your bestfriend for a tiktok trend, not knowing he feels the same way

THE TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJhLRvMB/ (Electric Love, kissing your best friend Tiktok trend)

Warnings: flufffff, some cursing maybe?

A/N: Love this trend.

You and your bestfriend Ethan were chilling in his car, eating vegan burgers and just talking. You were a bit jittery as you were filming. Your excuse to filming was that you wanted to make a video for the end of summer but you were actually filming for a Tiktok.

The Tiktok you were filming really did not help with hiding your huge crush on Ethan. It was a Tiktok trend where one person sets up the phone and kisses their crush off guard, to confess their feelings. Obviously, Ethan didn’t know this trend since he wasn’t really big on Tiktok.

‘Electric Love’ by BØRNS played in the background as both of you finished your burgers, Ethan obviously finishing much faster than you because you were a slow eater. You tapped your leg nervously against the bottom of the car.

“But I don’t think this weeks podcast should be so long, especially if it’s just Grayson rambling about how he just built himself a new nightstand” Ethan continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. You clear your throat, “Yeah, I totally get it”. Ethan laughs, “See! Someone agrees with me! Grayson thought I was being so unreasonable for no fucking reason!”.

A laugh leaves your lips as the song edges closer to the beat drop, your hands beginning to feel clammy. You look at the camera, biting your lip in anxiousness and smiling nervously. Ethan looks at the camera then at you and chuckles, “How ‘bout you focus on me, yeah?”. You giggle, turning your body to face him.

Ethan points to his phone and you glance at his screen before you gaze at his face. He continues explaining his conflict with Grayson about the podcast episode, “So this is what Grayson wants to title the episode but really I think-”. Here goes nothing.

Your hands cup Ethan’s face, and he turns his face to look at you to see that the distance between you two was almost invisible. Instantly, you connect your lips and Ethan freezes for a second before slowly kissing you back. He registers what was happening and kisses you deeper, moving his hand to the side of your neck, holding you so lightly.

It was as if you were made of glass and he was afraid to hold you too hard. Or maybe it was because he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His best friend, correction, his best friend that he’s in love with just kissed him. Ethan leans forwards to be closer to you, deepening the kiss, not wanting it to ever end. The feeling of his lips against yours almost driving you insane.

Once you begin to pull your lips away from his, Ethan moves a hand to the back of your head, pulling you back in. You slowly kiss him back, the butterflies in you stomach erupting at this point. Both of you pull away, but stay close enough to the point where you were breathing in each other’s air.

“Shit” Ethan laughs lightly, in disbelief, earning a small giggle from you. “T-That’s why I was filming. It was a Tiktok” You explain, moving away slightly to see your phone replaying the Tiktok. Once you don’t hear a response, you look back at Ethan to see a hurt expression on his face. “Wow- Um, just a Tiktok. Good to know” He mutters and you shake your head frantically.

“No! No, No, that’s not what I meant at all, E!” You rush but he shakes his head, shuffling back into his original position. His hands go to the steering wheel and he clenches his jaw to hide his saddened expression, looking away from you. “E, Ethan. Ethan that’s not what I meant. I promise” Your hand rests on his shoulder, but he doesn’t turn to face you.

He shifts further away from you, trying to move your hands from his body but you don’t budge. He clears his throat, eyes set on the parking lot in front of him, where the both of you had parked in. “Don’t sweat it. It was for a Tiktok, that’s fine.” Ethan says in the most normal voice he could put on display, but you knew him. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard you knew he was upset.

Both of you sit in silence for a second, as you let him cool down since you knew better than to ramble when he was upset, before he breaks it. “C’mon, I’ll take you home” Ethan speaks up. “Ethan” You disregard what he said, calling out for him to look at you. He shakes his head lightly, almost protesting any explanation you were about to give. He just wanted the hurt he felt from knowing it was just a Tiktok to go away, he didn’t want to feel this way about his best friend.

“I didn’t kiss you just for the Tiktok, I promise, E. I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” You plead and Ethan’s eyes rest on your hand that was placed on his knee. He purses his lips and looks almost unsure, not wanting to give in but also not wanting to believe the worst. Your thumb gently rubs his knee, trying to get him to face you.

Sliding your hands up to rest on his neck, “I meant that the Tiktok was to kiss your best friend that you have a crush on, but in my case, it was my best friend that I’m in love with”. You admit quietly, as if someone was around to hear the conversation.

Ethan’s poker face falters and he instantly turns to face you. His hazel orbs meet yours with furrowed brows, almost in denial. “Your best friend that you what?”. Your eyes look away from his, too shy to face him as you shake your head. “No, I want you to say it again” Ethan repeats, a grin finding its way to his face, moving his hand to your cheek and turning you to face him. “E-” You whine, cheeks heating up as you watch him smile because of how nervous you were.

“Say it again” Ethan repeats again, moving closer to your face. A huff escapes your lips, “Ethan-”. “Say it” He repeats once more, his tone showing no indication of him fooling around. So you muster up the little bit that’s left of your courage, “That I’m in love with”. He doesn’t even try to hide the smile on his face anymore, your noses brushing against each other now.

“So guess what happened today” Ethan mumbles against your lips and you laugh softly. “What happened, E?” You play along, shaking your head in disbelief at his silliness. “This girl that I’m in love with told me she loves me” He says quietly, eyes meeting yours to see a smile on your face. “Oh really?” You play along, lips brushing against his with every word. “Yeah” Ethan almost whispers, pushing his lips against yours into a loving kiss.

“Also”, He mumbles against your lips but you whine at the loss of contact and kiss him once more to shut him up, “Thinking of asking her to be my girl, what do you think?”. You pull away from his addicting lips, “Think she’d really like to be your girl”. “Good” Ethan breaths out, tucking a strand of hair that fell on your face behind your ear.

[joyfuldolann]

dasanidolan: concept: popular football grayson and shy reader thanks ily💖

hi! my first ask wow! thank u ily 2 🥺

warnings: shy!y/n footballplayer!gray pure fluff and cuteness

you were walking down the yellow painted walls on your way to your schools crowded cafeteria. your phone buzzed in your back pocket, as you grabbed it and unlocked it, you bumped into something hard.

you looked up and saw the one and only grayson dolan.

you and him had been friends in middle school, but had moved in different paths, him practicing for varsity football and you getting more into writing, meaning less communication, leading the friendship to an end.

“sorry y/n i wasn’t watching where i was going, you ok?” you bit your lip nervously as he spoke.

“m’okay, sorry, was my fault.” you shyly said looking at the ground avoiding eye contact.

“no, it was mine-”

“gray! coach chase asked where you’re at. come on!” one of graysons friends yelled.

“be right there.” he yelled back, now looking down at you, “you sure you’re okay?” you looked up, nodding.

“mhm yea.”

he pat your arm twice smiling, “k well its been awhile, so lets maybe catch up soon?”

your heart swelled with happiness as you smiled and whispered back, “sure.”

his beat up black converse squeaked on the marbeled floor as he did a 180, headed for his friend.

as you walked to lunch to meet your friend kelsey, you blushed as the little incounter replayed in your head over and over.

-

“so im going on a date with nathan and i was wondering if you’d let me set u up with his best friend...”

kelsey is what you’d call an extrovert, she loves outtings and dressing up for them. she has beautiful dark brown skin with short curly hair, always clipped back in the front with clips. her outfits were always perfect, today a green maxi skirt with a pink tank top and a soft green jacket, zipped up half way to comply with the schools dress code. her lips glossy and eyeliner perfect as always.

“kels i seriously am not interested in putting myself out there right now. im focused on exams.” you whined, hoping kelsey would forget it.

“y/n please. just do it for me, just do it for yourself! have some fun! you’ll still be able to study for exams.” she pouted. you rolled your eyes knowing there was no way out of the conversation without her winning.

so you agreed.

-

you decided on a short and flowy light pink dress that went down mid-thigh and some frilly socks with black platform mary janes. you curled your hair and clipped in pink glittery clips. you grabbed your phone and headed outside, jittery with butterflies circling in your stomach.

“girl you look good! hop in.” kelsey smiled. she wore a short purple dress, similar to yours but tighter that made her look even more perfect, along with fuzzy purple heels with little purple butterflys attached.

“you too kels.” you smiled back as she turned up the radio in her nissan rogue that she got when she turned 16.

-

as you guys arrived, you started to wonder who she had set you up with, not thinking about it till now.

she could tell you were tense. “loosen up, have fun!” she laughed while unbuckling her seatbelt and opening her car door.

you sighed and opened your door and got out, turning back to the car to grab your phone, but you heard a familiar voice.

“hey y/n, catching up a little sooner then i had thought. you look really pretty tonight...”

you turned around. “grayson?” his hazel eyes looking at you softly.

“thats me angel” he smirked.

a/n: yes no?

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