#dolan twins drabble

[blazedgraysons]

My So-Called Wife

Naomi and Grayson are settled into a seemingly boring marriage with one jarring secret that can threaten their lives.

A/N: lmao okay if anyone see this, i’m going to die. i started working on this au probably like 1.5 year ago and i found this draft. i know i said i was done with this blog but honestly i really loved this concept and tbh worked really fucking hard on it so i want to put it out there. this was inspired by mr. and mrs. smith and a tv show called imposters. this is also very unedited but if you see this hi ily and tysm for reading if you do🤍

warnings: there’s some smut and violence. that’s all. also it’s very long - i think the longest thing i’ve ever written.

Naomi never thought she could be so bored with a dick inside her.

Until now.

Her head falls to the side slightly, vision catching bright red numbers blinking back at her.

15 minutes.

Grayson had been thrusting inside her for 15 minutes. He’s not touching her though she can’t remember the last time he had. The silence in the room is almost deafening, Naomi more preoccupied with counting the seconds between each movement.

Her dress is still on and so is his shirt. She doesn’t remember the last time either of them were both actually naked -probably the last time he actually touched her.

“Are you okay?” His gruff voice pulls her from her thoughts, her in the middle of questioning whether he was actually enjoying this. She nods wordlessly, painting a sweet expression on her face.

“Dr. Braun said this would be good for us.”

Naomi didn’t need a reminder, the memory of the chubby, short, balding man permanently implanted in her mind. He had greeted them from a swivel chair, high enough where his feet couldn’t touch the ground. She was already annoyed before he asked his first question, wondering why he seemed so delighted in her failing marriage. He had peered at them over a pair of crescent moon glasses, watching as they both filled out the questionnaire he given them. However, that they didn’t stop Naomi from missing the way his eyes slowly trailed over her figure in her sundress before scribbling obnoxiously in his legal pad.

Grayson had felt the growing tension between them, a gnawing feeling in his stomach that hinted that they were on the brink of divorce. He had suggested couples counseling, and Naomi, ever committed to being a devoted wife, agreed. However, the more time she spent under Dr. Braun’s watchful eye, the more she was beginning to regret it.

“When’s the last time the two of you had sex?”

“Aren’t you supposed to lead into that question?” Her tone is icy, eyes narrowed accusingly.

He scribbles some more, and Naomi can feel her own pencil snap under her harsh grip. Grayson’s hand anchors her, watching as he mouths for her to relax.

“I believe it’s easier to find the root of the problems if the couple is having intimacy issues. Normally, if a partner can’t perform, they’re hiding something? Is there an issue with what I’m asking?”

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t prefer to spend my time having my every action analyzed.” Naomi catches the words ‘defensive’ and ‘arrogant’ being written and she opens her mouth, ready for a fight.

“It’s probably been a while. More than six months, I think.” Grayson interrupts her, choosing to answer Dr. Braun’s question instead.

“Then I guess the real question remains-“ Dr. Braun smiles wickedly at the both of them. “Do you two have something to hide from another?”

“I believe I’m pretty honest with her; there’s nothing I would hide from Naomi.” Grayson’s answer is earnest, heartfelt, saying everything Naomi isn’t. Naomi watches the way he fidgets, twisting his wedding band as he answer. Dr. Braun hums, scribbling some more before facing her.

“And do you?”

“ Do I what, Doctor?” She sneers, tapping her foot.

“Do you have something to hide?”

A loud snore startles her, bringing her back to the present. She turns to see her husband fast asleep.

Typical.

She waits a beat, counting to ten in her head to make sure he’s actually sleeping before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sock-clad feet touching the ground.

She walks through their ensuite to their closet making sure to lock the door behind her. At the very end stands a mahogany armoire, one she had first bought with Grayson at an antique sale. He never realized its true purpose.

She pushes it slightly to the side, revealing a loose floorboard. When she removes the plank, she’s greeted to the sight of two large duffle bags.

So, yes. She was hiding something, something jeopardizing to both their lives. She sets aside the first bag, unzipping the second one.

Multiple passports, a ziploc bag full of cash, a burner phone. She takes another look at the file hidden underneath, a penlight tucked between her lips.

Name: Grayson Dolan

Age: 25

Occupation: Tech Consultant

A smiling picture falls from underneath the documents and she brings it closer to her face, examining his features slowly.

She was no stranger to the black widow op, seducing a wealthy man to take his money and leaving with nothing in return. It was practically how she survived, always receiving a generous cut from her agency.

This, however, was different. Grayson happened to work at a reputable tech agency that had been stealing money from her boss, embezzling him out of a quarter of his net worth in under four years, and a lot was riding on her ability to figure out how to get this money back. She flips through the documents again, scanning through her assignment outline. She was supposed to find a way into Grayson’s life, sneak her way into his job and get access to documents of proof of fraud. It should have been simple enough, over and done with in less than a year. Somehow, Grayson had found a permanence into her life. She had gotten used to waking up beside him and falling asleep to his soft snores in the evening,

A sparkle catches her eye and she looks down at her left hand, flashlight illuminating her wedding ring. A sign of broken promises and a marriage already built on a foundation of lies. She tucks the diamond under her finger, revealing the script embedded on the bottom.

Naomi Dolan - April 2022

Two years. She should’ve have been in and out, done with this in an under a year and yet she was heading into her third year of marriage. And everyday it was getting harder to differentiate between what was real and what was fake.

She sighs again, clicking her flashlight off and placing everything back in its original spot before falling asleep in her usual her spot next to Grayson.

When she wakes up, birds are chirping loudly outside the window, reminding her that she’s stuck in another day of suburbia.

She follows their unspoken routine, having fallen into a comfortable routine with Grayson. Everyday is the same.

They’ll wake up and brush their teeth, neither of them speaking, just stealing glances through the mirror. Naomi will leave for work, kissing him on the cheek before driving to work, where Grayson believed she’s simply an accountant. In reality, she’s at her agency, figuring out how to take whoever her boss is focused on down. Around 3:30, she’ll come home where she’ll sneak around and hope that today is the day Grayson would be careless enough to leave some information lying around before he comes home to her at 6, a hot-dinner laid out on the table waiting for him.

Everyday is the same.

“How was your day at work?” He’ll ask her.

Memories will through her head, laying the scene out like a flip book. Victim unrelenting to give information, another blood stained shirt tucked underneath the floorboard so he won’t find it.

She’ll sip her wine, coyly smiling over the glass. “Troublesome. And you?”

But today he does something different, breaking their scripted out day.

“We’re having a Christmas party, black-tie. It’s this Friday and I’d like it if you come with me, sweetheart?

Naomi hums, acknowledging his statement. In her mind, a Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of tech bros was the closest thing to Hell she could get.

“Dr.Braun said we should try to spend more time together. Said it’ll help with our marriage.” Naomi fights the urge to roll her eyes.

Another terrible suggestion by that terrible man.

“Andras is the head of another company. It’s supposed to be a merging gala, whatever that means.”

Andras?

Naomi perks up at the mention of that name, that was interesting to her.

Andras Graves had been one of the top marks her agency had been watching for the past year or so, taking over Grayson’s company in under two months. He was born into wealth, a trust fund baby that grew into a powerful man by the age of 22. He controlled over half the technical information in the western United States and having him on your side was valuable.

Having his information was even better.

“You didn’t tell me Andras was becoming CEO of both the companies.” She ask, hoping her tone remains steady enough to sound inconspicuous.

He twists his wedding band.

“We didn’t know until this morning.”

“Well, I would love to come then. Get to know this new CEO of yours.”

Grayson twists his wedding band again before smiling back up at her.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

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There’s really only three essential rules to a long term con: always stick to your story, never let your identity become comprised and never cross-disguise.

Fortunately Naomi had always been good at dress-up, playing pretend and leading a new identity. The more you do it however, the less glamorous it starts to become.

She adjusts her janitor uniform, pulling at the baggy pant legs. Her hair is tucked under an itchy and hot blonde wig. She knows how to remain unseen, unnoticeable to the passing eye. She keeps her head low, eyes downward as she pushes her cleaning cart through the bustling crowd.

Grayson’s company he works at surprises Naomi, a large high-rise with big glass windows and screens everywhere. Some displaying the news, some displaying stock information and others being used for presentations. The more Naomi looks, the more what she’s seeing makes less sense - so unnecessarily big as if to distract from something.

She continues walking, looking all around her and praying she knows what she’s looking for when she sees it. Doors to an evil lair, henchmen guarding an entry way or even a giant neon sign screaming ‘evil shit goes on here’. However, nothing useful catches her attention.

“Grayson, Andras wanted to see you later.” Naomi’s head whips back, spotting the way Grayson is walking right towards her. Instantly, she knows that regardless of whatever wig she has on, Grayson’s perceptive enough to recognize the supposed love of his life.

She takes in her surroundings, scanning for a quick exit but not seeing anything that will get her out of his way. He’s grows closer and Naomi holds her breath she’s running out of time until he’s close enough to see her. She tucks her head even further down, pulling down her wig to cover her face before rushing past him. She sees her getaway, walking through a pair of double doors, sighing out when she can lock them behind her.

“Excuse me?”

She turns around. Sitting behind a broad desk was none other than Andras. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a pale face. Everything about him is classically handsome except for his eyes, laced with vice and deceit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just need to clean your office.” She slips into a airy French accent, hoping he’ll go along with no questions.

“Doesn’t cleaning normally come on Tuesdays?”

Life can never be easy, can it?

“The woman who normally comes is out sick, sent me here today instead.”

“Really, is Florence okay?” He smiles at her, almost amused as if he’s picking up on something she isn’t.

She swallows deeply. “She’s fine, just a brief touch of appendicitis.”

“Very well. Do I need to be in here or-?”He walks over to her, staring her down with such an intensity that Naomi starts to feel nervous - a rare feeling for her.

“I’ll be just a second.” She assures, slightly pushing him out of his office.

She takes a deep breath, standing in front of his desktop set up. Naomi unclips her bracelet, placing the flash drive into his computer before copying most of the documents onto there.

“C’mon, c’mon.” She whispers under her breath, eyes hurriedly focused on the loading bar. The computer dings, and she sighs out, clipping her bracelet back on before walking out. Not paying attention, she carelessly walks into the person standing outside, hand half-raised in a knock.

“Woah, watch out.” Two strong arms steady her, pulling her upright before she falls to the ground.

Hazel eyes meet green.

“Naomi?” Grayson asks.

She releases himself from his hold, quickly walking past him and into the crowd. She turns around to see him following her and begins to walk even faster, ditching her janitor cart to move through the crowd easier. Her heart is racing, the rapid thumping deafening to her ears.

“Naomi, wait!”

Grayson grabs her wrist, finally catching up to her and turning her so she’s facing him. She watches as he looks over properly, fully taking in who’s in front of him.

Naomi’s been trained to read emotions since a young age, gather what somebody is feeling in just a second based off of facial expressions and body language alone. She’s expecting confusion, panic, even anger. She knows how Grayson is supposed to react.

Instead, he surprises her. His whole demeanor radiates calmness, not even fazed by the chase she had just put him through.

He drops her wrist and smiles calmly, not even missing a beat.

“Sorry, I must’ve mistaken you for somebody I know. You have a familiar face.” He turns the other way, hands in his pocket as if he hadn’t just caught her parading around as another woman.

She stands in the middle of the lobby, still trying to calm the anxiety racing through her body. Mostly, she’s confused. She’s always been able to read Grayson like the back of her hand, growing in tune to what he’s feeling just from studying so long. So she knows she hadn’t missed the main emotion written clearly on his face:

Recognition.

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High stakes jobs require a level of calmness that are usually uncommon in most people. Naomi’s always prided herself on being a rational person, always able to stay calm in even the most stressful of situations.

“It’s done. I can’t do this anymore, I gotta get out. Call me when you get this.” are the first words out of her mouth when she’s in the car. She’s already called her agency, panic weaving it’s way through her burner phone. She’s unsure why she so rattled by her experience with Grayson, but something is off.

He should’ve reacted - yelled, responded or even yanked her away, or even explain to his coworkers - ‘Hi, sorry my wife is certifiably insane. No she doesn’t not work here and I don’t know why she’s dressed like this.’

She doesn’t understand why he remained calm, but ever nerve in her body is on red, screaming at her to run. She whips her car into her driveway and immediately crosses into her house, running up the stairs to head straight for the mahogany dresser in the back of the closet. She pushes it to the side, opening the second duffle bag to reveal her go-bag. She changes immediately, throwing on leggings and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. She pulls off he gun taped to the back of the dresser, and almost as quickly as she ran in, she’s leaving, headed straight towards Grayson’s office on the first floor. She opens up the safe, hidden behind a giant painting, and grabs all the cash from inside stuffing that into her duffle bag.

It’s not until she’s halfway out the window that she notices something’s not right.

“Fuck, fuck!” She screams. Her bracelet is missing, panic rapidly rising throughout her body. She’s sitting one leg out the window when she hears dinging, loud noises coming from the thin Macbook in the middle of his desk. She walks over, clicking on the first folder that’s finished uploading.

Files are being uploaded to a cloud, documents after documents. She recognizes them, files that she had just copied from Andras’ desktop. Financial records of embezzlement, records of larceny and assault. Everything she was supposed to take back to her agency was being uploaded right in front of her eyes.

She drops her bag in shock, finally piecing everything together. Too caught up in making sure Grayson hadn’t recognized her, she had missed the way he had grabbed her wrist, hands deep in his pocket as he was leaving. She tries to steady her breathing, panic intensifying as she watches all of her work from the past two years go down the drain. Watching as everything she’s worked for slowly fall into the hands of her enemy.

She opens the last file, pictures of her loading the screen. As expected, Grayson had been watching her, longer than she had thought. Old ID’s, street cam photos, anything connected to her or another identity was being uploaded for Andras and his team to see. The final photo in the series is a picture from their wedding, Her smiling at the camera, happiness almost mocking Naomi’s utter despair at the realization that she is most literally a dead woman. Her identity being revealed puts everyone she works for at risk, and her agency doesn’t take that risk too lightly. Her burner buzzes a few times, and she takes a deep breath before reading the lone text waiting for her.

Identity compromised. Kill Grayson Dolan.

When Grayson started working for Andras, he hadn’t expected to be caught up in a criminal ring. He had taken a security job in his early 20’s, knowing that it paid well and was enough to keep him afloat until the next thing came along. He hadn’t expected to quickly rise up into Andras inner circle.

Everyone knew Andras was involved in some shady organizations; you don’t become as powerful as he did without a few skeletons in your closet. The closer he got to Andras, he realized he was actually in the midst of a graveyard.

He shouldn’t have been too surprised then when Andras approached him a year ago, dropping simple files revealing the true identity of his wife. Andras had explained the whole thing to him: how he had stolen some money from an ex-partner whom Naomi worked for, and she was helping to get revenge. He explained how she had been after him for years with no success and claimed how easy it would be for Grayson to get rid of her. It was practically perfect since she would never expect for her target con to be the one to take her down.

Grayson knew he should be angry, knew he should feel betrayed for being played a fool. However the only feeling was a sickness of listening to how disposable Andras thought his wife was. Luckily, it never got to that point.

In reality, the best way to avoid a takedown is to know what the other side has planned. And Naomi had dropped that precious information into their lap.

Apparently, she had gotten really desperate - actually showing up to his job in order to snoop around. And he wouldn’t have known her true intentions if he hadn’t noticed the bracelet, a gaudy piece of silver that he hadn’t recognized. She normally preferred daintier pieces and when he had finally had a chance to touch it, he recognized it for what it was. A hidden flash drive.

After that, everything practically fell into place. Knowing which files her agency deemed important, it was easy to cover Andras tracks. Delete whatever information they needed the most and the best part was he didn’t even have to confront Naomi.

Grayson just hoped Naomi would’ve been smart enough to flee, get far away from the house by the time he got home.

He sends a silent prayer to the universe before opening the door.

“Hi honey! How are you doing?” She’s chopping vegetables, music playing through the speakers.

Apparently the universe doesn’t listen.

She’s changed since the last time he saw her, obviously not wearing the grimy janitor outfit home. Instead she’s wearing all black - down to her running shoes. She’s finishing up the salad, a large dinner already set out on their expansive dining table. For a moment, Grayson can almost pretend like it’s normal. That they’ll sit down and he’ll ask her about her day. Almost pretend like none of today’s weirdness had even happened.

Naomi continues to hum along, At Last playing softly through the speakers. He recognizes the melody almost immediately, taken back to their wedding day when they had danced together - officiating their title as a couple. He had always loved that song, but Naomi refused to play it - claiming she didn’t want to taint her perfect memories to it. His face darkens as it always does when he thinks about their supposed past - how none of it was real to her anyways.

“Sit down, honey. Dinner will be ready soon.” She calls out, and she turns the music up louder while he obeys, walking into their dining room. He listens closely, recognizing that what he thought was humming is actually the soft murmurs of conversation. He strains, trying to listen, but all he can focus on is Etta James crooning.

He knows his wife is a smart woman, that she would have already pieced together what happened today. Theres no reason why she wouldn’t have left, already halfway across the world and away from him.

Unless there was something forcing her to stay.

He walks over to their china cabinet, reaching in the back to grab a hidden gun.

“You read my mind, honey. Grab the wedding glasses, please.” Grayson freezes, not from Naomi’s sudden presence behind him. He hadn’t even realized she had entered the room, setting down the salad bowl in the center of the table. He pauses at the word honey - the third time she’s called him that in less than five minutes. She never calls him pet names - even when they were dating. She always claimed she hated the cliche and while he was quick to shower her with sweethearts, babes and darlings, she always kept quiet.

The warning signs were always really there and Grayson curses himself for being too blind to recognize them.

Naomi is just as calm as she was in the kitchen, blinking at him owlishly as if wondering what’s taking him so long to grab those glasses and sit down. As he joins her, pouring a glass of wine and sitting across from her, he starts to wonder if he’s crazy. If Andras actually got it all wrong and Naomi isn’t who he thinks it is. The woman who is sitting across from him does not have the demeanor of someone who is waiting for their death - knowing powerful people are hunting her down. He swallows, taking a large swallow before looking at her.

He almost believes himself until he notices her hand, gaze flickering between her coy smile and her ring finger as she takes her own sip of her drink. In the entirety of their marriage, she has never gone without her ring. It had become a source of comfort for him, being able to look down and see the Tiffany ring on her finger - even when he knew the marriage was fake. She taps her ring finger on her glass, grabbing his attention and he recognizes the action for what it is. A silent message that the sham is over, that they both know the others game. She clears her throat softly before speaking.

“I know its not a special occasion, but I thought we should have a nice dinner anyways. We’ve been having so much trouble with our marriage and Dr. Braun did say spending time together was important.” She couldn’t hide her smile if she tried, and Grayson swallows as she throws his earlier words back in his face. He looks at all of his favorite food in front of him, a steak with mashed potatoes and salad in front of him. She never cooks like this for him, always settling for something simple and quick. He honestly didn’t even know that she knew how to cook this well, and almost cuts into his food before he stops.

Naomi is still staring at him expectantly, not even having moved to touch her own food. He pauses before looking down at his own plate, noticing a pile of white powder dumped on his potatoes. The pile was too large to be a seasoning and almost sat on top of his food like a mountain of snow. Naomi’s plate was missing the powder, and he turns his own plate away, biting into the steak instead.

He hopes she’s not cliche enough to poison him.

Naomi simply smiles, grabs some powder from a bowl and places it on her own food before taking a large bite.

“Emilia, the neighbor, brought back this special salt from Chile. She said it made every dish she tried better, and we both know how my cooking is. I didn’t put it on the steak though so it might taste a little,” She pauses before taking another bite of her salad completely avoiding her steak “different.”

He glares at her hard before swallowing his own bite.

“On second thought, darling - I’m not that hungry.” She nods getting up to collect both their dishes and for the millionth time that evening, he’s surprised by how calm she’s being. How can she act like everything is fine between them? Like this is just another day in their lives. Anger slightly swells in his chest and he speaks before thinking when she stands next to him.

“Y’know, the weirdest thing happened today. Saw a woman at my job who looked exactly like you.” She pauses before grabbing his steak knife, setting it on top of the other dirty dishes. He shouldn’t have done that. He doesn’t know what she knows and he could’ve at least pretended to be clueless. Maybe she really didn’t know he knew, and now he’s jeopardized everything.

“Weird.” is her only response and she walks back into the kitchen. He’s silent, planning an escape route before she can bring out dessert. The music is turned off and he’s never felt a quietness this loud before . Beads of sweat start forming at his hairline.. Something is wrong.

He just barely ducks underneath the dining table before the bullets make their way through the wall. He hears glass shatter, and immediately knows what’s been hit. Once her round is finished, he waits for the tell-tale clicks of a gun being reloaded before diving to grab the gun hidden in the china cabinet. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to do so before rounds are being fired off again. He inhales sharply when a bowl breaks above him. The shootings done almost as quickly as it started and the quietness is back. He holds his breath, listening to her footsteps walk in before standing up and shooting in her direction. Her eyes widen, taking in the fact that he’s very much still alive and darts back from where she came, hiding from his shots.

He walks out from his hiding spot, surveying the damage around him. Glass litters the entire dining room floor, bullet holes decorating their once-perfect yellow walls. He walks around to the entry foyer, turning in a circle to find a sign of to where she could have gone.

A zipping noise, steak knife literally cutting the tension in the air. He swipes his face, spreading sticky blood along his cheekbone. Of course, she had nicked him.

“Your aim is worse than your cooking, sweetheart.” He calls out. The house is silent in response, him starting to slowly move up the stairs.

He pauses at the top, cocking his gun and letting his finger hover over the trigger. His first thought is the master bedroom, quietly walking to the other side of the hallway. He makes it halfway before another load of gunshots works its way through the doors. Grayson quickly jumps over the banister, landing in the living room below. Naomi continues firing bullets below, using the upward angle as an advantage. He manages to craw into the next room, obstructed from her eagle-eye view. He knows she’s heading down the stairs and he’s getting tired of the cat-and-mouse chase.

“Sweetheart?” He calls out, “ Let’s tal-“

He’s interrupted by a load of gun shots, bullets breaking through the wall. It instantly wrecks, furniture flying everywhere and pieces of wood piling in the middle of the living room. Naomi fires three rounds before her bullets run out, silence calling out to her.

“You still alive, baby?” Her tone is cocky, arrogant and when she rounds the corner where she expected Grayson to be waiting for her, she’s confused when she doesn’t see anything. She walks slowly over destroyed furniture, moving things aside in order to find her missing husband.

“Grayson?” She whispers.

A firm grip behind her grabs her neck and pulls her around to face him. Naomi finds herself eye-to-eye with his gun, and she swallows deeply. She braces herself, watching as his face watches her own, staring deeply into his eyes. She’s silent, wishing to herself how things could’ve been different, ended differently. She silently asks Grayson to forgive her for what she’s done.

“You got me.” She whispers, and Grayson just stares at her, sighing before releasing his hold on her.

“Get out of here.” He whispers back, and before Naomi can say anything else, he’s gone.

{there was like another 3k words to this but i never finished that part completely. anyways hi and thank u for reading this if you see this note🤍🤍🤍}

[tessareadsfiction]

Camping Confessions

Part 2

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: There are some pent up feelings between you and Grayson. You two decide on a camping trip to ‘reset your mindsets.’  Does Ethan tagging along ruin all the fun?

“Let me get this straight.” Ethan adjusts in his chair as he turns to face the pair standing at his doorway. “You guys want me to go camping… just for fun?”

“Yes.”

“Not for a video, or anything?”

“Come on, E!” You whine, stalking to sit on the edge of his bed. The blanket is soft and fuzzy beneath your fingertips as you run your hands along the bed. “It’s a chance to explore! Be spontaneous!”

“Y/n, you’re the least spontaneous person I’ve ever met. You plan your planner.”

Even Grayson couldn’t hide his smile at that one. Still, as he leaned against the doorframe, he did his best to regain his composure.

“You look like you need a break. When was the last time you went outside? Felt the sunshine kiss your skin and the gentle summer breeze caress your neck?”

“You sound more and more like Grayson everyday.” The desktop shut off with a soft exhale from the console. “It’s sickening.”

“Maybe if you’d come out and spend more time with me…” You trailed off, standing from the bed and tiptoeing back to where the taller twin stood. “We’re leaving in thirty, with or without you.”

“Thirty minutes? That’s not even-“

“You heard the woman!” A childish grin was plastered on Grayson’s face as he uncrossed his arms, following you down the hallway.

By the time Ethan had packed his backpack and thrown snacks into the cooler, his arrival to the Jeep was long overdue. As he ran out the front door, backpack shuffling on his back as he sprinted to the car backing out of the driveway, you and Grayson were out of breath from laughter.

The sight was funny, sure, but his tagging along was a bittersweet feeling. Good in a sense that you wouldn’t have to suffer through miles of Grayson’s driving, but upsetting with the idea of the trip being for you and Grayson. You didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that he’d be there to kill the sexual tension.

Things between you two would start out innocent, like watching your favorite movie. You’d be sitting beside each other, a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you, when one of you would start tossing kernels at each other. It’d turn into all out war, which would end up in a tickle fight with post truce cuddles. Even that would be okay until you felt his hot breath on your neck, or you’d accidentally shift while on top of him.

Neither of you wanted to put what you had in jeopardy though, so there’d always be an excuse escape made, such as ‘going to bed,’ or ‘FaceTiming a friend.’

Meanwhile, you held down your duty as passenger-seat-DJ, and Grayson climbed to the backseat to read off directions to Ethan, who was now manning the wheel.

As you stared out the window, blocking out the sound of the boys’ petty argument, you realized how odd it was to not have a camera in your hand on a trip like this. Usually, the boys would be all about the content. They’d always add a twist to camping for the purpose of spice things up. This time though, when you brought it up, Grayson shot down the idea with something about ‘rest and relaxation,’ or ‘resetting our mindsets.’ The two of you agreed to stay off your phones, but you didn’t even attempt at getting Ethan to join in. Really, you wouldn’t have even thought to invite him until Grayson mentioned the whole phone thing.

“Did you remember sunscreen?”

“E, we’re in Jersey.”

“What about bug spray?”

“Gray packed it in his bag.”

“Water?”

“Wouldn’t leave the house without it.” You looked back down at your phone, changing the selection to something a bit more uptempo. “Did you bring your tent?”

Ethan’s eyes went wide as he looked over at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he began to stutter. “I- uh… It might-“

“Ethan, the road!”

The drive to the campsite was rather quiet after that.

You took the next few minutes to close your eyes and practice deep breathing exercises to calm yourself down from the near head-on collision.

Grayson spent the rest of the ride trying to cool off from his brother’s slip up. Unknown to you, the reason he gave you for the getaway was nothing but a pathetic hippy excuse.

You weren’t the only one that had caught onto the tension. Glimpses of what you two could have together danced through his daydreams and late night thoughts for weeks. He spent all his shower time and long drives picturing date ideas and engagement pictures and honeymoon destinations and child names. The one thing those thoughts had in common was a girl — you — and he finally decided that the possibility of having you by his side forever was worth the risk.

He was already mad about his brother’s intrusion (it was your idea to invite him, after all) on your private little getaway, and the thought of him sharing a tent with the two of you was enough to send him over the edge.

“Hey, are you okay?” You stood behind Grayson, who was attempting to unload the Jeep while his brother ran off to go use the bathroom. Your dainty fingers, much stronger than they looked, rested on his shoulders as your thumbs dug into his muscles. “You seem tense.”

Like freshly baked cookies, he melted into your touch. His eyes closed and shoulders went slack as you unwinded the knots of his shoulder blades. “Just frustrated.”

Giving him a few more seconds, your cramping hands fell to your sides. You watched with concern as he turned, leaning back against the car with a sigh.

“I just don’t get why I'm stuck with an idiot for a brother.”

“C’mon now,” you tutted, stepping forward to stand between his legs. Your hands ghosted back up his arms, fingertips brushing ever so lightly against his exposed skin until they sat firmly on his shoulders. “Your brother loves you. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to make you happy.”

His hands came to rest on your hips, a place he had decided was made perfectly for his hands, as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

‘Just friends my ass,’ Grayson thought. ‘You smell good. Like flowers… and vanilla. Do you know this one is my favorite?’

“Let’s get to unpacking, alright? We can set up the tent, grab a snack, then go check the place out.” Patting his shoulder, you stepped away from his touch. “Alright?”

“Alright,” he smiled, standing up straighter, “alright.”

Part 2 link is at the top😌

[hcdolanstan]

I feel like trying to get Ethan to cuddle is hard bc he at first he would be like I only want to be the big spoon and then trying to get him to be the little spoon would take a lot of convincing and tricking him and for you to only find out that he low key loves being the little spoon

[dolantwinsfavss]

Two Broken Hearts Part 9 {g.d}

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 // Masterlist

“I’m sorry.”

As much as you’ve been waiting to hear those words come out of his mouth for months now, you saw nothing but disgust and hatred. Except that was a lie, you could never hate him. Even though he hurt you, your heart could never hate him.

You stared at him with your jaw clenched trying so hard not to break down in front of him. You noticed he had been crying too. His eyes were red and puffy just like yours, but the sparkle never left. But you couldn’t stand there anymore looking at the boy who hurt you over and over again.

So you closed the door before he could say anything else no matter how much it pained you. You backed away from the door as the sound of Grayson knocking filled your quiet house once again. Immediately, you started crying again, just wishing you could somehow make this all go away. 

Through the wooden door you could hear his muffled voice say, “Y/N please just open the door. I- C-Can we just talk? Please...”

You brought a hand to your mouth trying to hide your sob, but failed. 

Grayson rested his forehead against the closed door beside his fists, letting the tears run down his face, hoping you were still on the other side. “Bubs... I know you don’t want to talk to me right now but j-just please open the door... I-I never meant to hurt you.” He begged.

The second you heard the nickname Grayson called you so many times before, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit of relief and happiness. But something told you to open the door, so you did and allowed Grayson to walk inside.

As you walked away from him, Grayson noticed faint bruising of handprints on your arms, guilt rushing through him. He reached for you, but you flinched at his touch, breaking a bit of his heart, “D-Did he do that to you? Did he hurt you?” 

“Not as much as you hurt me.” You said with a quiet voice but Grayson could hear you clearly. He never meant to hurt you. He wished he never did.

“I’m sorry...” Grayson said with his head hung low.

“You already said that.” You said snapping at him.

“I know. I know. And I know that me being here isn’t going to make you forgive me bu-”

“Then leave.” You said coldly. You didn’t have time to play these games anymore. You were tired of getting hurt.

“I’m not going to leave until we talk.” He said stepping towards you, only to make you take one step back.

“Can’t you see that I don’t want to talk to you?! All you’re going to do is treat me like shit! Why don’t you run back to that pretty little girlfriend of yours?!” You yelled at him.

“We were never together! And I said I was sorry!”

“Bullshit! You say that you are but you’re not! I know you’re not!” You managed to say through your sobs.

“How would you even kn-”

“Because you lied to me!” You stepped towards him, beginning to push his chest. “You lied and said you would always be there for me! But you lied! Words don’t mean shit if they’re just lies coming out of your mouth.”

You pushed his chest with all of your strength, even though he barely budged as he said, “Y/N I k-”

“You said you would always be there for me! But where were you?! Where were you when I called!? Where were you when I needed you!?” You yelled as tears fell endlessly down your face, still trying to push Grayson.

“If you wou-”

“Where were you when I was trying to call you because I was so scared and needed you to be there for me?!” You pounded against his chest, continuing to cry your eyes out.

Grayson quickly grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest tightly. Again, you flinched at his touch, Grayson’s heart breaking once again that you would think he would lay a finger on you when all he wanted to do was somehow make things better. You continued to pound against his chest with everything you had while screaming, “Where were you? Where were you when I needed you? You said you would always be there for me!”

Your legs began to feel weak as your fists no longer pounded against Grayson’s chest. Your sobs filled the quiet room as you both fell to the ground in each other’s arms. Grayson held you as tightly as he could while his own tears streamed down his face and whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You could hear his calming heartbeat muffled underneath his clothes as you cried silently. “I needed you and you weren’t there for me...” You said with a broken voice. And Grayson knew that. He hated himself for not picking up the phone. He hated himself for not being there to protect you. “You left me all alone...”

Grayson hated seeing you like this. He hated himself for being the one to hurt you when he swore to himself that he would be the one to always care for you. He placed his chin on top of your head and said, “I know. I know bubs. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You continued to cry into his chest for what had felt like hours. Eventually your aching body grew tired enough to cry yourself to sleep as Grayson continued to hold you in his arms. He took you to your room and laid you gently on the bed, not wanting to wake you up. 

But the thing was that Grayson never left. He sat at the edge of your bed staring at your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Grayson hated himself for doing this to you. That he was the one behind all of your tears. He hated hurting you. Tears began to fall down his own face once again as he continued to think about what a fool he had been. He never meant for this to happen, it was the last thing he wanted. 

How could I do this to her? How could I hurt her? The only person who’s been able to help me during my lowest points. The only person who cared when I was pissed off at Ethan for doing some dumb shit. The only person who would never hurt me. 

Ugh why wasn’t I there to help her when she needed me? Why was I being such an asshole not to pick up the phone? What if Ethan never answered? What if something worse happened? Gosh I don’t know what i would do...

She means everything to me. I can’t lose her, especially not like this. Every smile and laugh was all because of her. She brings in so much light into my life I never realized until now and she doesn’t even know it. She doesn’t know that every time she sat next to me all I wanted to do was hold her. She doesn’t know that I never want to spend one more second without her. She doesn’t know that she’s the one.

Grayson snapped back into reality when he noticed you were starting to wake up. Your eyes immediately connected with his as you noticed how much he seemed to beat himself up for this. You hated seeing him like this, but right now you didn’t want to see him anymore.

You sat up and looked away before you said, “Please leave.”

Grayson’s ears immediately perked up at your words making him stand up. “Y/N please...”

“Grayson. I think it’s best if you just go.” You said still not meeting his eyes.

“Bubs I’m not going to lea-” Grayson said trying to stand his ground.

“Stop calling me that.” You said sternly through your gritted teeth.

“W-What?” 

“I said stop calling me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

Grayson took the tone of your voice as a warning that he should stop. He didn’t want to get you more upset than you already were so he did as you wished, “Y/N... All I’m trying to do is fix this.”

“It’s a little late, don’t you think?”

“If you would ju-”

“There’s nothing to fix Grayson!  You even said yourself that there was nothing between us! So stop trying to fix something that was never there! And I don’t think I can forgive you...” You said as your voice broke, finally meeting your glossy eyes with his.

You could tell what you had just said broke his heart and you wish you never looked at him because now that will stick with you forever. You felt the pain in your heart dig itself a bigger hole. You hated saying those words to him but you had to.

“Y/N...”

“Grayson just go!” You raised your voice at him as tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more. Please don’t go... I really don’t want you to go. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m begging you please don’t go.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the door saying, “Fine if that’s what you want...” and closed the door behind him. As you watched him walk to his car through your window, you couldn’t help but to feel the tears slip down your face once again. You didn’t want him to go, but you were just so afraid of getting hurt again. Your brain was telling you one thing and your heart was telling you another and that was not to let him go. But you did anyways, even though doing this hurt you more than he ever could.

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[deluxedolans]

ahhh okay so an anon sent me a concept only tumblr published it before i was ready so i deleted it like an idiot 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

the concept was something like: “grayson has been giving me such frat!grayson vibes lately. imagine grayson’s fwb seeing her flirt with someone else & maybe she needs to get punished.

•A/N: also, i know this is kind of choppy it was supposed to just be a concept but i got carried away. i’m trying to get back into writing so pls don’t roast me. i hope you guys like it anyways 🤦🏻‍♀️

first of all, hi anonny💙 (i hope you see this btw) i actually wrote something similar to this!! i have a blurb of frat!gray punching a hole in the wall when he sees his girl who’s not his girl with someone else & i have a fic called make it nasty where frat!gray gets super jealous of his best friend/crush dancing with someone else.

now to the concept: the whole thing started because grayson was flirting with a girl from ADPi who he has previously hooked up with. frat!gray is a natural flirt with hooded eyes, and gentle touches, always down to make a girl feel a little bit special whether it’s for some clout or to have them come dance with him. however, he really likes his fwb; that’s his girl. although, he definitely has a double standard when it comes to her; he doesn’t like when she flirts or dances with other people at fucking all and she knows that, but he does it all the time and it infuriates her.

• you would walk in to the party, immediately looking for grayson, since he’s the one who invited you to this party in the first place. you’re in a sorority but your sorority isn’t super close with his—your sorority, Alpha Phi, hangs out with Sigma Chi, while Grayson’s frat, Sigma Pi, usually hangs out with the girls from ADPi. you were friends with a few of the girls from ADPi, but not nearly as close with them as you were with your sorority sisters.

• eventually, you found grayson in the kitchen, a hand stroking callie mchenry’s hip as he whispered in her ear. her dazzling smile and blushing cheeks confirmed your worries and your heart sank to your stomach.

• you immediately rushed over to the counter nearest grayson, scooping some punch out of the sink, making sure your heels clicked loudly as you made your way next to him. “‘scuse me,” you snarled as you walked past the two who were huddled closely near the doorway. graysons could feel his heart start to race; he was both excited that you were here, but annoyed that you had caught him flirting. “you’re here? when did you get here? you were supposed to text me.” callie’s smile slipped off her face at the diversion of grayson’s attention.

“gray, we were in the middle of a conversation—,” callie tries, placing her hand on his forearm.

grayson looks at her with boredom in his eyes, slight annoyance tracing his features, “i’ll find you later, cal, okay?” grayson places his hand on her back in an attempt to scoot her out of there and y/n’s rage only grows. who the fuck did grayson think he was trying to control girls the way he did? you knew he was bad news, but god if he didn’t just make your heart race in the most intimate of ways. he was enraging, and enticing, and enamoring. however, clearly he didn’t feel the same way since when you had hooked up yesterday, he told you he was thinking about you two being exclusive rather than just being the standard booty call. you felt like the biggest idiot.

• callie left the room with a sigh, her head hung a little low. you felt bad, especially since you related on a multitude of levels, but right now you were pissed. you took a long swig of your drink, the liquor burning down your throat much how your stomach burned with anger.

• “when did you get here?” grayson repeated as he leaned back on the counter, his heartbeat picking up. he can’t believe you saw that; just his luck. he would make a step toward committing, drunkenly flirt and get fucking caught. his flirting wasn’t even because he wanted callie either—you were late. well, you were a little late, and grayson was drunk and panicked. panicked that you got freaked out at his desire to be exclusive. panicked that you found someone better, someone who was smarter, and more mature. panicked that you left him.

• you promptly ignored him, surveying the room before taking another sip of your drink. grayson rolled his eyes, “you’re really gonna ignore me? what are you? five?”

• you could feel your own jaw clench, “me? i’m the five year old? yesterday you told me you wanted to be exclusive and today you’re over here groping another girl. i think we both know who the real five year old is.”

• grayson’s jaw clenched, “you’re the one who’s late! i thought you were ditching me—christ, y/n. also, for the third time, why didn’t you text me when you were here?”

• “i did, asshole. look at your phone,” you bit back, hands on your hips indignantly.

• grayson pulled out his phone from his back pocket to see three missed texts from you. his phone on do not disturb. his face grew hot and his stomach started to churn; he had fucked up.

• “y/n—,” grayson began, his hazel eyes pleading.

“save it, i’m so sick of this. fuck being exclusive, honestly. you can’t even keep your hands off another girl when i’m not in the same room as you. i’m all set, dolan,” you snapped, your eyes burning a bit. you weren’t sure if it was the bright lights, the alcohol, or the smoke filled room, but you would drop dead before you let grayson dolan saw you cry over him. you hated yourself for the pure fact that you said that you were all set with him because you knew in your heart you’d be back with him eventually. he was like a jello shot; cute, delicious, and so, so easy to drink, but dangerous when consumed in copious amounts.

• “c’mon, y/n, you know i wanna be exclusive, don’t be like this,” he pressed on, holding onto your wrist. you looked at the floor throwing your head back from a second to blink back tears before your eyes shot daggers at him. “don’t tell me not to ‘be like this,’ grayson. you can’t even keep it in your pants when i’m five minutes late to a goddamn house party. what makes you think i’d wanna be exclusive now? come find me when you’ve matured a bit.”

• an hour later after downing several shots of fireball with a few girls from ADPi who were in your environmental science class you were definitely drunk and definitely looking for somebody to dance with. you left the girls to go to the bathroom and when you came out you stumbled into a body. “whoops, my bad,” they apologized taking a moment to steady you. you looked up at them; blue eyes, dark brown hair, with freckles across the bridge of his nose. this boy was very pretty, and would make an incredible distraction.

• you discovered his name was drew, and after many soft touches, in addition to some lingering stares, you two eventually made it out onto the dance floor. the bass of an a$ap ferg some reverberated throughout the house, and with the alcohol coursing through your veins you felt even more daring than usual. you wanted grayson to see you, let him know you were already over whatever games he was playing, so you made sure you two stopped right in front of the speakers, where you knew, ethan, grayson’s brother was usually posted up.

just as you anticipated, ethan was in charge of the playlist. with phone in hand, he was slightly distracted as a pretty girl with long blonde hair had her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers intertwined through the ends as she whispered in his ear. as soon as the song was about to come to an end, you made sure to turn you two around so you were facing the table with the speakers. your ass was pressed tightly to drew’s front, your arms swung carelessly around his neck, his mouth attached to your neck.

• grayson could see you from the top of the stairs and he could feel his face growing hot with rage. he knew it was hypocritical, but fuck did he hate this. he hated the idea of someone else’s hands, lips, or body touching you. it made his skin crawl, his jaw sore from clenching it and his stomach feel sick. he had never felt like this over any girl and the fact that he was the cause of a.) catching feelings and b.) driving you away was beyond frustrating.

• with a clenched jaw grayson glared at you, willing you to look up. after a few minutes with no luck he stomped down the stairs, drink sloshing in his hand as some of it spilled over the side. as he made his way closer his mouth fell open. it would be drew anderson who was dancing with you; the guy was constantly living in his shadow, running for VP of Sig Pi and losing to him, constantly challenging him to drinking games and losing, anything he could to one-up him. leave it drew to be the one to go for his girl.

• grayson walked over immediately, liquid courage charging his rage and causing him to bump into drew’s back. in surprise drew flew forward, sending you flying. to ensure you didn’t fall, drew held tighter to you, his neck craning around to confront the offender. “what the fuck, dolan? you good?” drew snapped, his hands resting on y/n’s waist. grayson could feel himself grow sicker by the second.

“i’m pretty fucking good, anderson. how are you?” grayson sneered, looking you in the eyes the whole time. you refused to break eye contact; this wasn’t fair. he couldn’t just have his hands all over someone else and then act like a brat when you did the same thing.

“uh, good?” drew replied awkwardly. with a bright smile, drew turned to you, pulling you in closer to his side, “this is—.”

“y/n,” grayson interrupted. “yeah, i know, and you know i know, so let’s cut the bullshit, anderson. go find someone else’s shadow to chase, would ya? always crawling up my ass, trying to be me or something—just fuck off and find someone else’s girl to hang all over.”

drew stiffened, and he immediately let go of you as his hands drew into fists, “excuse me? who the fuck do you think you are?”

• you eventually ended up pulling grayson away, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead with rage and tears of frustrating brewing. he was drunk, he was hurt and he was pissed.

“gray, what’s your problem? you’re the one who was flirting with someone else in the first place but as soon as i do it, you act like i fucked the whole frat. stop being such a goddamn brat.”

“i’m the brat?! i’m the brat? i’m the one who’s been trying to apologize to you the whole damn night and you’ve been out talking to other dudes. christ, whos the hypocrite now? two wrongs don’t make a right.”

you rolled your eyes so hard you could only see the white or your eyes for a brief second.

“oh shut the fuck up, because you’re so angelic. i’m not in the wrong here—you are. now either commit or don’t grayson but i’m sick of playing games.”

“commit? why the fuck would i wanna commit to you when all you do is bitch at me and run around with my frat brothers? christ, you’re exhausting.” your mouth fell open as your stomach dropped. he didn’t want to commit anymore? you’d taken this too far, you should’ve shut your mouth when you had the chance. but at the same time, did you really deserve to be treated like this?

“i’m done. call me when you grow the fuck up, grayson.” you turned on your heel, and that was when impulse took over his body. he pulled you towards him and kissed you hard. almost like a magnet, your hands were immediately drawn into his hair, your mouth granting his tongue access. grayson’s hands we’re wrapped around your waist as his fingers traced lines that burned your torso up and down, his touch making your hairs stand on end.

you broke apart, out of breath and pupils dilated. “i’m done—just wanna be yours, y/n. i’m sorry—i know you’re not gonna believe me, but watching you with someone else tonight hurt. hurt so bad.” grayson took a deep breath to steady himself, and you placed your hands on his chest reassuringly. “i’m insecure, alright? shit, you’re stunning, and funny, and charismatic and so fucking smart and i could never hold a candle to you. when i didn’t get your text, i freaked out—i thought you’d changed your mind and i wanted to get my mind off you.” grayson’s gaze diverted to the floor, the emotions he was unleashing almost pouring out of his eyes. “i wanna be exclusive. i wanna be exclusive so bad, but i’m fucking scared. i know you’re too good for me and it’s terrifying, i feel so much for you it scares me.”

“really? me?” grayson nodded, his eyes slowly picking up from the floor.

“grayson, i am not too good for you, holy shit. but we gotta stop these games, it’s so stupid and i can’t keep doing it. you crush my heart when you fuck around with other girls,” you admitted honestly, biting your nail nervously at his response.

grayson nodded sadly, acknowledging his mistakes. “i know—and i’m so fucking sorry. so, so sorry. i’ll spend the rest of the night and this week, this month, hell, this year making it up to you. i can’t let you go.”

mirroring his actions, you nodded, “well, we can be exclusive, but on one condition.”

“anything.”

“you take me upstairs right now and show me just how sorry you are,” you purred, hand slithering down his chest.

grayson’s face lit up with a smirk, as he leaned over to murmur in your ear, “can’t wait to get you in my bed, gorgeous. you better scram like a good girl, so everybody in this party knows you’re fuckin’ mine, and nobody else’s.”

a shiver ran up your spine as you nodded, and grayson grinned, turning to lead you two to the stairs, his hand squeezing your ass every so often as you two climbed up towards a night full of apologies, intimacy, and love marks.

[poguesofthebau]

“wait a minute. are you jealous?”

summary: y/n is not the jealous type. at least, not until james instigates a waitress hitting on ethan at an innocent sister squad breakfast.

as the five of you walked out of the breakfast diner, it was obvious that something was wrong with you. the most blatant sign of this? “you can sit in the front seat, james.”

when he heard you tell james to take the seat that he always saved for you, ethan’s face twisted into shock and disagreement, but when he turned to ask you why the hell you would do that, your face made him bite his tongue. yes, you always sat right next to him in that passenger seat, and yes, he would much rather it be you than james, but no, no, no, he did not recognize the impartial anger that had taken over your beautiful face the moment you walked out of the restaurant. so he stayed silent, brow furrowed in uncertainty and confusion, and hopped into the driver’s seat of his car.

the ride home was a million times more uncomfortable than the walk to the car had been. there were certain things that were just supposed to happen when the sister squad was all in one place. you snatching up the aux with confidence and eagerness beyond belief and blaring a song that only you and your boyfriend knew to annoy the rest of your friends was one of the first on the list (only behind you being in the passenger seat if ethan was driving). since you were clearly not in the mood to talk, the twins, emma, and james were hoping that a couple of your own hand-picked bops would help change your mood. however, your hand didn’t make any grabs for the cord, instead scrolling aimlessly through instagram and tapping through snapchat stories for the twenty minutes that you were all in the car. you secretly admitted to yourself that your neck was about to break because of your own refusal to lift your head and risk eye contact with ethan through the mirror, but before you could swallow your pride and stretch the muscles, you’d arrived at the twins’ house.

the five of you hopped out of the car, and ethan wordlessly waited for you by his own door while you caught up with everyone else. your friends, all knowing something ugly was potentially about to happen and not wanting to stay to see their favorite couple argue, quickly entered without you.

“hey,” ethan muttered to you, gently grabbing your elbow to stop you as you tried to brush past him. “what is it?”

“what’s what?” you asked dumbly, refusing to be genuine with him. he’d worn the expression of confusion while asking his first question, but your response brought his face to be upset, almost scared.

“what did i do, babe? why are you so mad at me?”

“not mad, ethan. just tired. please let me go so i can go take a nap.” hesitantly, ethan’s hold on you loosened enough to let you slip inside, shooting a tight-lipped smile at the three nervous teenagers on the couch as you walked by on your way to ethan’s room.

when you got to the bedroom, you shut the door behind you, kicking your shoes off by the closet and collapsing into the bed. flopping onto your back, you began to go over the morning’s events in your head.

you woke up in ethan’s bed, cheek pressed to his chest and arm thrown across his waist, to the entire mattress quaking. you groaned, kicking your legs aimlessly at what you knew had to be grayson jumping repeatedly on the foot of the bed. “cut the shit, asshole,” ethan grumbled from under you.

“wake up, bitches! we’re picking up james and emma in half an hour to get breakfast!” he finally quit his jumping and stood from the bed. “don’t think i won’t go without you!”

so there you were an hour later, sitting in a breakfast diner in a quiet part of LA with your boyfriend and best friends. the food had been amazing, and, as usual, the conversations were one of a kind. it was only when ethan went to the bathroom before you all hit the road that things went downhill. the waitress had come back to check on your progress, and it was only then that you realized how hard she’d actually been flirting with ethan the entire time. “lose a member of the party?” she asked upon arriving to clear the table.

james was the first to respond, obviously having taken note of her cringy, flirtatious behavior a long time ago. “no, sweetie, he’s fine. no need to panic!” either the girl pretended not to notice the beauty guru’s ‘back off, bitch’ tone, or she was doing a very convincing job of pretending she didn’t. smiling at him, she left with all the leftover food and dishes. conveniently, ethan returned as soon as she disappeared through the kitchen door.

slapping his hands (obnoxiously) down on the table, he looked around at each person until his eyes landed on you. “what did i miss?”

“just the waitress trying to sister steal you from kitty girl y/n,” james interjected. ethan looked at you quizzically, and you simply smirked and shook your head. a waitress in her mid-twenties hitting on ethan when he wasn’t even there was not something you thought should be discussed at that exact moment.

a few minutes later, though, the waitress returned with the check and your mindset immediately changed. she swayed right up to ethan, stepping half way in front of you to fully obscure as much of his view of you as she could, and eagerly handed him the thin piece of paper. she made sure to run her fingers along his, and suddenly you were sure that if she didn’t leave the table in two seconds flat, your fingers were going to be doing something else to her face. after giggling at him like an idiot for no reason, she walked away, leaving james, grayson, and emma nervously glancing between you and ethan to see what would happen next.

ethan, however, took no notice to the woman’s actions, taking out his wallet to slap his card down on top of the check. you made eye contact with james from across the table, your eyes holding disbelief at how oblivious ethan was, and his holding half amusement at ethan and half terror at what you would do next. and the worst was yet to come.

after a few minutes of waiting-- during which you’d given ethan the slightest bit of an attitude and he, once again, had shown no hints of having any clue what was going on around him-- the woman swept back around the table to grab ethan’s card, disappearing for a minute at most before she came back with e’s customer copy of the receipt. and on that copy? ten numbers, written in red pen at the bottom of the paper, signed with a smiley face and an M.

you had been pissed. how could someone be so blatantly disrespectful? what about you had convinced that woman that you weren’t dating ethan? and if there was nothing that convinced her of that, what had made her cross obvious boundaries without caring?

most of all, you were upset about how little ethan had cared. upon seeing the phone number, he had simply snorted, holding the paper up for you all to see and joking to grayson that he had clearly come off as the better twin. you were offended. why did he not care that someone had hit on him right in front of you? so you’d stayed silent for as long as you could before finally getting yourself alone for the first time that day. 

and only five minutes after you’d climbed into the bed, you heard the door open and close once again, followed by the smacking of shoes on the floor near where you’d left yours and a shift in the mattress as someone laid beside you.

as ethan laid beside you.

“hi,” he whispered to the back of your head. you said nothing, assuming you could trick him into thinking you were asleep if you just stayed still. “babe.” nothing. “i know you’re awake.” after a moment of hesitation, your heart involuntarily softened toward him and you flopped onto your other side with a confused look on your face. ethan grinned, proud of himself for finally getting your attention, and raised his hand to place it softly on the side of your face. “you snore when you nap.” you laid like that for a while, just looking at each other. finally, it was ethan who broke the silence again. “are you still mad at me?”

once again, you hesitated, and then decided to shrug. “a little.”

“babe, why? you sat in the backseat, and you didn’t aux, and you came straight in here when we got home. you haven’t talked to me since we were in the restaurant-- not since the waitress gave me her-- hey. wait a minute. are you jealous?” and that was when he figured it out. “babe, please tell me you’re not jealous. of that girl? what? how?” once again, you simply looked at him, face completely blank. “baby, you gotta talk to me.”

sighing, you propped yourself up on an elbow before looking back at him. “it’s just--” deep breath. “i don’t--” vigorous head shaking. “you didn’t even flinch when you saw her number. like, you didn’t even care. and i was right there, and all you did was laugh and show off to gray, and then that was it. i don’t-- i don’t understand how someone could do something like that, be so rude, and act like our relationship doesn’t exist-- and i know she knew it did, we shared eggs for christ’s sake-- and then you just don’t even care.” for some silly, silly reason, you found yourself blinking back tears by the end of your explanation. it finally dawned on you how frustrating the situation really was.

ethan’s eyes were now wide, and it was his head that was doing the vigorous shaking. “oh my god, baby, no, no, no, y/n, don’t cry, please don’t.” he scooped you into his arms, completely enveloping you in his own little fortress of reassurance. you breathed him in, not shedding any tears, but also not able to stop them from producing in your eyes. you stayed like that for a minute, ethan muttering almost incoherent phrases in your ear as his hands slid up and down your back. when he felt his physical calming effect had hit its max, he held you out in front of him. “babe, don’t ever, ever think shit like that. are you crazy? of course i care! i just-- i didn’t think it really bothered you that much. i-- you know there’s no one that i would ever even look at the way i see you, don’t you? that’s crazy! i didn’t think it was anything at all, ‘cause it would be so dumb of me to even think about anyone else when i have you by my side everywhere i go. and i know i’m dumb sometimes, but even i’m not dumb enough to take advantage of you. you know that.” you looked up at him after he stopped talking, and his face somehow just brought a smile onto your own. 

only ethan dolan could bring you from the brink of tears to a giggling mess in a matter of thirty seconds.

suddenly the past hour that you’d spent being all worked up and jealous and hurt and upset were literally laughable to you. and ethan just watched you lay there, half-buried under his duvet, giggling so much that you had new tears falling out of the corner of your eyes for him to catch with his thumbs. he smiled, and then he grabbed you by your hysterical face, and planted his mouth right on your half-laughing one. and when he pulled back, you were still grinning, a completely different person than you had been two minutes ago, and it gave him one last thing to tell you. “i love you, dummy. not anybody else. don’t get it twisted.”

[justanotherdolanblog]

requested by anon 💜

9 “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

a/n you didn’t ask for a specific twin but since i usually write for gray i’ll spice it up a lil bit and use e this time :))

Your back was turned as you finished up dinner. You and Ethan took turns cooking dinner and tonight was yours. Cooking one of your favorite foods, you stirred the vegetable soup you had in the pot.

Ethan’s large hand reached out again, squeezing a handful of your ass. This was the fourth time he had done it and usually you would appreciate him touching your butt but you just weren’t in the mood today.

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” You threatened, turning to look at your handsome boyfriend. He had a mischievous look on his and you knew whatever would come out of his mouth next would be naughty.

“I’d enjoy that a lot, actually.” Smirking, he reached out and grabbed your ass again.

Feeling slightly annoyed but also kind of turned on, you walked toward him.

“You want me to bite you?”

“Mmm.” He grinned, pulling you close to him. You started kissing down his neck, very light kisses. When you had reached the crevice between his shoulder and his neck, you started to suck harder. A small moan left his mouth, making you smile. You sunk your teeth in ever so slightly, Ethan’s grip tightening on you.

After leaving a large and noticeable hickey, you pulled away, a large grin on your face. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he’d have to cover it for the next couple of days.

“Y/N!” He whined, his hands going down to comfort his hard-on.

“I told you I’d bite. Now let me finish dinner.”

“So unfair.” He mumbled, frowning at you when you looked over at him.

“Hey now, I warned you.”

[remainloved]

WTF @lunar-dolan

wow,, 3 posts in two days(?) i don’t know who she is xD

because of this reason, i’m so sorry that it might be bad xD

either way, i hope you like it :) x

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Lara and Grayson have been best friends since they were little. The thought of them becoming more than best friends have always been around. Especially with their families saying that they will end up together. Their families always remind them about how lucky they are to find their soul mate at a very young age.

The both of them however would always laughed it off and agreed. It is because they actually believe that too. Lara and Grayson both feel lucky to have one another. They believe that being soul mate doesn’t mean to be romantically involved. So they are both indeed, soul mates.

Everything changed though. It started with Ethan’s prank, Grayson sweet older twin brother. He locked the both of them in the guess bathroom, where it’s literally only a sink and the toilet bowl with the small light that’s flickering every now and then.

“ETHAN!” Grayson shouted loudly with the veins on his neck popping out. She banged the door loudly, “Get us out of here!” She screamed.

“Grayson! I’ll be out for pizza, wait me patiently till then.” Ethan’s voice muffled through the door and soon the both of them heard a car engine came to life.

“So, what are we gonna do?” She asked as she closed the toilet and lid and took a seat. While Grayson was literally standing because there was no enough space for him to even sit on the floor as well.

“I cannot believe this, I’m sitting face to face with your crotch.” Lara mocked sarcastically while fanning her face lightly. It made Grayson’s shoulder muscles tensed and he grunted.

“Your bathroom is so hot.” She said while moving her hair away from her face. Her face was red from the heat. “Just wait for Ethan.” Grayson said monotonously.

“If only you did not fight,” She continued but Grayson cut her off, “Lara, shut up, please.” He said rudely and she could only looked at him shocked.

Lara hated the word “Shut up” and Grayson knows that. She hates the word because it meant silencing one’s opinion and it’s never right. Everyone should learn to hear other’s voice and respect his or her opinion even if it’s different.

Grayson realized that and shook his head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Lara puckered her lips and nodded her head, “Okay.” She said knowing that it was just the heat that was bothering him. Grayson hates being confined in a small room and so she understands him.

“It’s your turn to sit now,” She said while standing up. The both of them were pressed tightly against one another and turned around so Grayson can sit. Once Grayson sit, his head looked up and saw her looking down at him. He smiled and she smiled and the both of them burst into laughter.

The both of them were silent for a while before the light flickered off. The only source of light was out and Lara was anxious. “G-Gray?” Her voice was small as her shaky hands touched his shoulders. Grayson put his hand over hers and grabbed them tightly

“I-I’m scared.” She whimpered as Grayson pulled her hand and let her sit on his laps.

“You’re okay.” He whispered through her hair as she nuzzled her face on his neck. His fingers tucked a few of her hair back as his arms wrapped around her protectively. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, leaning on to his chest.

“Thank you.” She said softly and hugged him tightly. Grayson squeezed her hips once more and muttered, “Anytime.”

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hii lara,, thank you so much for reblogging my post! i really hope you liked this one,, i hope you’re having the best day of your life because it’s the least that you deserve!! all the love bby!! xx

Writing This For @lunar-dolan

[sweet-steddie]

I’m new to the Dolan Twins fandom and I’ve already written my first imagine 😘

I’m posting it tonight! It’s called Love Fest and you should maybe definitely check it out.

[arcticdolans]

Lies Pt. 3

Summary: After a few months, Y/N and Ethan come to terms with their blossoming relationship. Years later, Y/N reflects on her past when she encounters Grayson at the grocery store.

Words: 800 approx.

Warnings: Slight smut, not really lol just some kissing 😂, some time gaps - watch out for those, also a pretty crappy ending HAHAHA sorry about that

A/N: Hi everyone!! Here is the final part of the Lies mini-series. This is the first series that I have written so please feel free to leave some feedback and comments :))) Enjoy

Previous Chapter:

I lift my chin up to see his already bruised cheek. With a final sob, I reach up to caress his face with my fingertips. His warm eyes find mine, and he softens under my hand.

"Oh Ethan." I whisper, pressing my forehead to his like I had done many times before. "What are we going to do?"

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THREE MONTHS LATER

I awoke early one morning to the light snoring of Ethan beside me. Smiling, I rolled over in the bed and nestled my head into the crook of his neck. His breathing steadied and he wriggled around under my body.

"Morning baby." He said, his raspy morning voice making my heart flutter in my chest.

"Good morning E," I murmured.

We lay in bed for a while longer, my fingertips tracing constellations on his bare chest, and his fingers gently threading through my hair.

Over the past few months, I had come to realise that maybe I'd never truly loved Grayson. Our "relationship" was based on lies, and I felt as if I was drowning under water, only able to resurface when Grayson let go of me. In the first few weeks after the breakup, Ethan was my emotional support. He provided smiles, laugher and advice whenever I needed it, and eventually I admitted to myself that I had fallen in love with him. Maybe my feelings for him began before I broke up with Grayson, the first time I wore his sweater, or that one time we binged on ice cream while stargazing in his back yard. I had finally pushed my trust issues to the side, and opened up to Ethan. Our relationship was raw, like whispered secrets in the early hours of the morning. I hadn't felt this much pure emotion for any human before, and I know that Ethan feels the same. He promised me one thing after that fateful night at Grayson's place. He promised that we were going to be okay. That we were fine, everything would be fine. With Ethan, my life was undoubtedly brightened. The first time he told me that he loved me was just over two weeks after I began staying at his place. I had looked into his eyes and seen nothing but love and pure emotion. It was then that I knew for sure that I loved him back.

Grayson was better now, I guess. I had seen him at the supermarket a few weeks ago, shopping with an older lady from the retirement down the road. We made eye contact and he nodded to me once before continuing on with his community work. I had also heard from Ethan that he had started counselling and therapy for his drinking. I still wasn't talking to him after what he did, and how he treated me over the year and a half we were together. Aside from that, I had accepted our fate and moved on with my life with Ethan.

My train of thought was interrupted as Ethan pushed my hair out of my eyes. I smiled up at him, and he leant down to place a kiss on my lips. Wanting more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body flush to mine. He chuckled into my lips, and rolled us both over so I was straddling his waist. I placed my hands on the pillow on either side of his head and leant down to his lips. Closing my eyes, I unconsciously moaned into the kiss, granting permission to Ethan as his tongue swept across my bottom lip. Moments later, I pulled back gasping for air. Ethan and I locked eyes and I pressed my forehead against his once more.

"I love you Ethan." I murmured.

"I love you too Y/N."

I was so in love with this boy.

FOUR YEARS LATER

It was an ordinary Saturday morning, as Ethan and I ducked out to the shops with our 1 year old daughter.

"Mama!" She cried out, giggling madly.

With a wide smile on my lips, I reached into the trolley to pull her out of the booster seat.

"Baby, can you grab the trolley?" I asked Ethan.

He looked over at me and nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as his gaze travelled to our child. He grabbed the trolley with one hand before snaking his other arm around my waist. With my baby girl on one hip, and my gorgeous husband on my other side, I felt like the luckiest woman alive. I was happy, healthy and fortunate to have made the right choices all those years ago. I turned to coo at my daughter, but noticed a familiar figure standing behind the display. It was Grayson with his new wife, now pregnant with their child. A thousand memories raced through my head in that moment, but I chose to focus on the happy scene I was witnessing in front of me. That second, he looked up and we made eye contact in the middle of the ordinary supermarket. I smiled tentatively at him, and he smiled back softly. Many emotions and unspoken words were expressed through this one action, and I was extremely thankful for the opportunity. I was finally at peace with the thoughts that crowded my head in times of doubt. Glancing back at Ethan, I saw him looking over at his twin. I leant in and pressed a kiss to his neck, then placed my head against his shoulder as we stood in silence for a moment. Seconds later, he turned to me and caressed the light hairs on our daughter's head then pressed his forehead to mine like we had done so many times before. It was unspoken between us, but I realised that we had been drawn to each other during a dark point in our own lives. Ethan was my saviour, and my daughter was my shining light after darkness. As we finished our grocery shopping and headed home, I felt once again grateful that everything in my life had turned out well. I looked over at Ethan in the drivers seat of the car, and admired his profile. I reached out to clasp his hand in mine over the arm rest, and murmured to myself:

"Maybe some lies have a silver lining."

[california-grethan]

update for what’s to come on my blog for the next two-ish(?) months:

Drabbles...

these will be based off of some pictures that were submitted to me. these will be posted either every night or every other night, depending on my schedule 

Blurb Nights

as of right now, blurb nights will be temporarily put on hold because my schedule has become a little more hectic

In terms of updates for mini series...

- the next part of Safety Blanket 

you can read the first two parts here: Needed // Change 

- the next part of Under False Pretenses 

you can read the first part here: Hidden Identity

- (possibly) the next part of Bad Company

you can read the first part here: First Day

- (possibly) the next part of Our Guardian Angel

you can read the first part here: Prologue

In terms of stand alone imagines, or one shots...

⚠️ WARNING: This list isn’t finalized, they’re simply ones that I would like to have written and posted within this time frame. This is list is subject to change as what I get written will depend on what I’m in the mood to write. ⚠️

Pancake Saturdays // {G. Dolan} - read the preview here

Typical Jock // {E. Dolan} - read the preview here

Sleep Deprived // {G. Dolan} - read the preview here

[blazedgraysons]

babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.

“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.

“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.

You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.

The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.

“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.

“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”

“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.

“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.  

“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.

“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.

You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.

He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.

“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.

He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.

“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.

“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.

“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.

“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.

“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.

“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.

Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.

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Fuck Grayson Dolan.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.

All you know is he was pushing every last button.

It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for  me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.

It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.

You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.

“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.

“What are you two planning?” You ask.

“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.

“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.

“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.

“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.

“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.

You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.

“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.

“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.

“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.

“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”

He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”

You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.

“We really should just sleep with one another.”

You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”

“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.

He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.

He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.

“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.

He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.

“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.

“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.

“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.

He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.

“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”

“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.

You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.

“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.

“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.

“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.

“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“

He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.

“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.

You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:

“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.

“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.

He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.

“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.

“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.

He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.

However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.  

He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.

“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -

“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”

10!

You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

9!

He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.

8!

He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.

7!

With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.

6!

You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

5!

He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.

4!

“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.

3!

You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.

2!

You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”

1!

The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.

Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.

He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.

[tessareadsfiction]

How would Grayson Dolan wake you up in the morning?

Thank you so much for this 🥺💗

Your relationship with Grayson had started out as an accident. You two had been best friends for years, with the idea of anything more being just another late night thought.

One night, you two were bored and decided to break out the bottle of wine setting pretty in one of the upper cabinets. The two of you were watching your favorite movie, laughing and singing along, when one glass lead to another. Eventually, you had lost count and ended up emptying the small bottle.

Long story short, you ended up tucked into Grayson’s side, and your warmth was too much to handle. He kissed you, you didn’t pull away, you get where this is going.

The next morning, you found yourself in his bed. This wasn’t uncommon, seeing your place was three towns over, and the boys loved cuddling with you. The only difference between now and the previous million times was that you were naked.

As you glanced under the covers, dark bruises littered your flesh like freckles. You trailed your hands over them, pressing gently to find that they weren’t bruises after all — they were hickeys. The only bruises left on your body were the ones resting on your hips.

Your throbbing head fell back onto the pillows, winding as you tried to block out the ringing in your ears. Was that a fire alarm? Maybe an alarm clock?

“Hey.”

Your head turned to the door, where Grayson stood with a plate of food and half a smile. You hurried to pull the covers up to your chin, embarrassed by your messy state.

“I made you breakfast.”

After months of breakfast in bed, you and Grayson grew more comfortable with each other as romantic partners. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t bother putting on makeup for your days in, and sometimes he would skip out on a clean shave.

Quite frankly, Grayson found himself bored with the whole ‘breakfast in bed’ idea. He was quick to find other ways to wake you up. Some of his ideas were rather cute, like leaving kisses all over your face. Other times, he’d jump up and down on the bed, leaving you bouncing and rolling all over the sheets.

Sometimes you’d pretend to still be asleep just so you could hear his little giggle as he brainstormed a new elaborate method of torture. You’d never admit it, but you enjoyed the mornings he woke you up just as much as he did — well, maybe not quite as much as he did.

[hcdolanstan]

The twins were gone for the day filming something so they let you stay at the house alone to hangout. Since you were bored of watching Netflix you decided to hook up your phone to one of the Bluetooth speakers and jam out. You were about five songs deep at this point and your favorite song came on. You were yelling the lyrics and crazily dancing while looking at yourself in the mirror not noticing Him standing in the doorway recording you on his phone. You didn’t miss a beat though and pulled him into the room and continued to jam and serenade him at the same time. “You are something else” he laughs with the most love and adoration in his eyes.

[dolantwinsfavss]

Two Broken Hearts Part 7 {g.d}

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 // Masterlist

**Please read: Before you start reading this part of the series, I would like to mention that this part does involve sexual harassment/ assault. If you have ever experienced anything related to it and may believe reading this can be triggering, please don’t read it. I don’t want you to relive it once again especially if Tumblr is your safe zone/ way to escape. And I’m sorry if I offend anyone or misinterpret something, I am trying my best to write this series for all of you to enjoy. And most importantly, I want you to know that I love you. We all love you. You are strong and amazing in every single way. What happened to you does not define you. Only you get to choose what defines you. **

A couple of days later you were woken up to the sound of someone knocking on your front door. Figuring it couldn’t be your brother because he was out of town, you let the knocking continue. Soon after, the knocking became loud banging causing you to quickly get out of bed and open the door only to be faced with an angry Grayson, someone you have never encountered before. You’ve seen him pissed off annoyed before but not like this. His eyes were dark, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into the palm of his hand. Too shocked to say anything, you let him walk into the house, his broad shoulder almost knocking you down.

“W-Why are you here?” You asked quietly, as this moment took you back to the time when he came over to cheer you up when you weren’t having the best day. But of course this time, it was nothing like that. Today was going to be a day you will never be able to forget.

“You know I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what you said and how you think that all of this is because of me,” he said shaking his head as his voice got louder and pointed his finger at you, “but you’re wrong. This is all because of you! Everything is because of you!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! You know exactly what you did!” Grayson yelled walking towards you, making you take a few steps back.

“G-Gray... I don’t know what you’re talking about. I promise. I don’t know what I did wrong.” You said getting quieter.

“You go around acting like this princess that is so high and mighty. Never thinking about anyone but yourself!” He shouted as his words continued to break your heart. Did he really think I was that selfish? That I didn’t care for anyone else?

“I still don’t understand why you’re so upset with me. What did I do wrong that you would blame eve-” 

“She broke up with me.” He stated simply. 

You paused for a bit before saying, “Okay but why does that have to do anything wi-”

“She broke up with me because of you! You are the reason behind why I just lost the girl I cared so much about. You’re the reason why my life is like this!” Grayson yelled with no remorse insight. Everything he said made you think he never cared for you in the first place and maybe he never did.

“Grayson, you can’t just blame me for your relationship problems. I had nothing to do with this.” You said crossing your arms.

“Yes you did! She broke up with me because you can’t keep your fucking feelings in check. You can’t get over that fact that I don’t want you and guess what? I never did and I never will.” He said through his gritted teeth.

This is what brought you close to your breaking point. The fact that he would blame you for something you clearly had no control over and the fact that he would bring up your feelings once again to hurt you. 

“Don’t you think I get that? Don’t you think that I understand that I’m such a horrible person that you don’t even want to be in the same room as me? I’m not fucking stupid Grayson. I was just stupid enough to fall for someone who doesn’t give a shit about me.” You threw back.

“It’s not my problem that you can’t distinguish the difference between someone actually having feelings for you and someone who’s just trying to be nice.”

“I don’t care about that right now. It’s the fact that you’re being a fucking dick who doesn’t give a shit about anyone else but themselves. Do you even care that maybe that my feelings are hurt too?” And you meant it. You didn’t know where he stood and if he really didn’t care that you got hurt.

“Don’t try to turn this on me. You know what you did. You tried to ruin my life just to get back at me. And for what? For not liking you back?”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach. How could be he so cruel? “Is that what you think of me? Some girl who’s trying to ruin your life because you don’t see me the same way as I see you?” You asked, voice breaking in the process as tears rolled down your cheeks. “Someone’s who’s trying to hurt you the same way you hurt me? Because I’m not. Because I actually have the decency and respect to not want you to feel the same way I’ve felt ever since this started. I don’t want you to go through the pain that I’ve gone through. Because let me fucking tell you that this shit hurts. Having your heartbroken every damn day and not being able to have control over it is the most painful thing I have ever experienced.”

Anger, betrayal, and sadness ran through your veins. You couldn’t look at him without seeing disgust. You couldn’t recognize who the person was staring at you with no expression on his face. Nothing. He just stood there trying to comprehend what you just said. But you were done. You didn’t want a response, you just wanted to be left alone. So you walked right past him toward your room, shoulder brushing against his forearm without looking at him you said, “Feel free to show yourself out. You know where the door is.”

About 30 minutes later you got a phone call from Ethan. You wanted to ignore his call but you knew he would just keep calling until you picked up, “Hello?”

“Hey Grayson just came home extremely upset. Is there anything I need to know?” Ethan asked once Grayson was in his room.

“No.” You lied as you tried not to break down once again.

“Y/N I know something happened. You can’t lie to me.” Ethan said and he was right. You couldn’t lie to him.

“E... I really don’t want to talk about it right now okay?” You asked as you tried to keep yourself distracted, hoping he wouldn’t push you to say anything.

“I uh yeah. Yeah that’s fine. Just call me if you need me okay?”

“I will. Thanks E.” You smiled, knowing he would do anything for you.

“No problem. See you later.”

“See ya.” You hung up the phone and placed it on your nightstand as you curled up on your bed, tears hitting your pillow.

Why did I have to fall for him in the first place? Why did he have to come home and fuck everything up? Why did my stupid ass have to fall for someone like him? You still couldn’t help but to continue thinking over and over again about everything that had happened. You hated that no matter how much Grayson was equally at fault, you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself. That was one your traits you hated but loved about yourself. No matter how badly someone wronged you before, you could never blame them.

A bucket of tears, tons crumpled tissues, and hours of movies playing in the background later, your phone rang again. You picked up the phone and saw that one of your friends was calling. “Hello?” You answered, hoping she wouldn’t notice you had been crying.

“Hey Y/N! I was just calling to see if you were still coming to my birthday dinner tonight! I know we haven’t talked in a while but it would be really great to see you there!” She excitedly said.

Shit. I forgot that was tonight. Should I say I’m not feeling well and not go? I haven’t seen her in so long... I can’t just ditch when I said I would be there months ago.

“I uh I y-yeah I’ll be there. At 7 right?” 

“Yeah! Oh my gosh I can’t wait! But are you okay?” Crap she knows.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just allergies that’s all! But I can’t wait to see you!” 

“Can’t wait to see you too!” You hung up the phone and saw that it was almost 5 o’clock so you decided to get out of bed and get ready.

While you put on some light makeup, did your hair, and put on a really cute outfit that hugged you in all of the right places, you felt yourself becoming more confident and happy about yourself. Maybe you deserved to go out tonight to forget everything that has happened these past few nights. To forget about him. 

You got to the restaurant and was greeted by your friend, “Y/N! You’re here! Ah!” She pulled you into a tight hug which you gladly returned. “I missed you!”

“Hi haha I missed you too!” You said, truly feeling the joy she always radiated off of her.

“Come on! You have to meet my friends!” She said pulling you towards the table where she introduced you to everyone who was super nice and welcoming.  

Throughout the night you made some new friends and had a really great time. You actually started to believe that maybe things would be okay. You were surrounded by so many positive people you were sure would be in your life forever even you’ve known them for less than two hours.

By the end of the night you were saying your goodbyes as you all headed in separate directions. You had to park a little further than everyone else since you were a little late. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your car?” Your friend asked.

“No it’s okay. Thank you though and thanks for inviting me I had an amazing time.” You smiles back before giving her one last hug goodbye.

You walked to your car, reminiscing how great of a time you had and how genuinely happy you felt for going out tonight instead of letting your emotions control you. It was going to be a long process of getting over what had happened between you and Grayson but things will work itself out, hopefully. As you were about to reach your car, you noticed a man a little further ahead and thought maybe he was just waiting for his ride. But before you could reach into your purse to grab your keys, you heard someone say, “Hey! Lookin good in that outfit of yours!”

Not wanting to interact with him, you mumbled a quick thank you and gave him a tight smile. You could tell he was drunk, judging by how he slurred his words and couldn’t walk straight. The smell of alcohol radiated off of his breath and body, burning your nostrils. You turned your back to him, trying to get into your car as quick as possible as the pit of your stomach continued to grow. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” The man began to raise his voice.

“I-I just really have to go.” You said nervously.

Before you knew it he harshly grabbed your arms and waist and turned you around so your back was on the car. “Get off of me!” You yelled, desperately trying to get him off of you with all of the strength you had but he was too strong.

“But that outfit of yours would look better on the floor.” The man whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine and your heart sinking to your stomach.

He began roaming his hands all over your body and kissing your neck, making you want to throw up. “Please just let me go!” You yelled out, still trying to push him away.

“Scream all you want princess. No one’s going to hear you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He slurred, reaching under your shirt and touching your bare skin. The man began to reach under your skirt, fingers getting dangerously close to your underwear every time you tried to push his hand away.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You yelled, using your all of your strength to push him off of you. Somehow you managed to break free and was able to knee him in the balls and punch him in the face causing him to stumble back, clutching his nose.

“You bitch! You’re going to pay for this!” He yelled as you ran as fast as you could. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you needed to get out of there. You ended up stopping a couple of buildings down from the parking lot. It was now super dark with no one insight, but luckily you still had your phone on you.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts as your own tears began to blur your vision and land on your phone screen. You clicked on the first person you thought of as fast as your shaky hands allowed you to. As you put your phone to your ear, your other hand covered your mouth to hold back the sobs as you heard the ringing continue on the other line. “Come on. Pick up...” You said leaning back against a wall, looking up at the sky.

“At the tone, please leav-”

“Dammit! Pick up the damn phone!” You shouted, redialing and holding the phone back up to your ear. Soon enough your legs began to grow weak so you sat down hugging yourself with the free arm you had, whispering, “I need you to answer me...” as tears fell down your face.

Five calls later and nothing. He never picked up the phone. All straight to voicemail.

So you decided to call the only person you could trust at the moment and after the first ring he picked up the phone immediately. “Hey Y/N! I just watched the funniest movie ever. I definitely have to show you the next time we hangout. But what’s up?” The sound of his voice provided you with the smallest bit of comfort you were grateful for.

You couldn’t speak. The words just couldn’t come out of your mouth. You took a deep, shaky breath and said, “E...” as you tried extremely hard not to break down right then and there.

The second Ethan heard the tone of your voice, the smile he had on his face immediately fell as he knew something was wrong. “Y/N what happened?” He asked as he quickly got out of bed and sat at the edge of his bed, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I... I... P-Please come get me.” You whispered into the phone.

Ethan quickly got up, grabbing his keys and starting his car. “Y/N I need you to tell me where you are. Can you do that for me?”

You looked around you, but quickly began to panic when you realized you didn’t know where you were. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know where I am. I just ran and I just... I can’t.”

“Hey Y/N listen to me. Listen to my voice okay? Can you describe what’s around you? Maybe the name of a building or a street sign?” Ethan asked, trying his best not to panic.

You tried to describe your surroundings to Ethan as best as you could, luckily Ethan knew where you were in less than two minutes. “Okay Y/N you did great. I’ll be there soon okay? J-Just... stay safe.”

“E... Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.” You said, voice breaking as you realized how lonely you truly felt.

“I promise you I’m not going anywhere. Love you Y/N.” Ethan reassured you as he quickly drove to you.

“I love you too and be careful please.” You said, knowing how easily he got worried. 

And you were right, Ethan was speeding as fast as he could, not caring if he got a ticket. All he cared about was you and your safety. His knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard and jaw clenched he was sure he was going to break his teeth. Every thought ran through his mind wondering and worrying about you as he raced through the empty streets late at night. Even though he wasn’t as close to you as Grayson was, that didn’t mean he didn’t care as much. He would drop everything for you if he knew you weren’t okay and that was your favorite part about Ethan. He always tried to hide his emotions, but you always knew he cared so much more than what others perceived him to be.

Soon enough you spotted his white Jeep and Ethan running out. He engulfed you in his arms the second he saw you as you sobbed into his chest and him whispering,“Shhh it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here. You’re safe now.” 

Ethan, himself, began to feel weak, never seeing you so broken before. He held your trembling body in his arms as tightly as he could, still so afraid of breaking your fragile figure. But he knew he needed to be strong. He pulled away and quickly took off his jacket and helped you put it on before saying, “Come on. We can get your car tomorrow. Let’s get you home.”

On the way home, Ethan went back to tightly gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead though every five seconds his eyes were going back to the fragile girl sitting in the seat next to him.

You sat in the passenger’s seat with your knees up, chin resting on the top of them, and arms pulling your knees closer to you, desperate to feel comfort again. You were practically drowning in Ethan’s jacket. If it wasn’t for the fact that his scent calmed you down the slightest bit, you wouldn’t know what you could hold onto anymore. You stopped sobbing but silent tears still ran down your face as the feeling of disgust never left.

You didn’t realize the car had stopped until Ethan softly placed his hand over yours, causing you to flinch and him whispering a quick sorry. You looked up and realized that you were outside of his house rather than your own. “I thought you were taking me home.” You said still unable to move from your position.

“I didn’t want you to be alone right now especially since your brother isn’t home.” Ethan said honestly. You slowly nodded your head before undoing your seatbelt. 

Ethan quickly got out of the car and helped you get out. He guided you to the front door before you stopped and asked with a quiet voice, “I-Is he home?”

“No um he’s not. I think he said he’ll be out late.” Ethan said nervously as he scratched the back of his head, hoping you were still okay with him bringing you to their house.

“Okay...” You said before Ethan guided you to his room and grabbed some of his clothes for you to change into.

“Here’s some clothes for you. The bathroom is just right over there.” Ethan said giving you a sad smile.

“Is it um okay if I take a shower? I feel kind of dirty...” You said quietly, staring at the ground and playing with the sleeves of Ethan’s hoodie.

“Uh yeah. Yeah. I’ll right outside in my room.” Ethan said looking down at your small figure. You weren’t shaking as much as before but Ethan could still you weren’t okay.

“Actually can I leave the door open? I don’t want to be locked in there.” You said grabbing the clothes from him.

“Uh yeah. Do you want me to um?”

“Please.” You said finally looking up at Ethan, who stared at you with a soft look in his eyes. As you got into the shower, Ethan sat near the door with his back pressed against the wall staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

You sat on the floor of the shower, hugging your knees close to your chest as you let the water run down you. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up, but no matter how hot the water was and how hard you scrubbed your body, you could still feel his hands and lips all over your body.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, trying so hard to just process seeing you so shaken up. He took slow, shaky breaths as he started to notice his vision become blurry from the tears that formed in his eyes. Even though you haven’t told Ethan what had happened yet, he couldn’t help but worry. He kept wondering what if he ignored your call because he was “too busy”, what if he had fallen asleep and never heard his phone ring, or what if you had never called? What if something really bad happened to you... What if... He couldn’t let his mind go there, even if it was the truth, he would never forgive himself if he never picked up the phone. And if Ethan was being honest, he was too afraid to hear what had happened to you, his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. But he knew he needed to ask you.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the water be turned off and the glass door open to reveal you already in his clothes. Ethan stood up from his sitting position by the door and rushed to your side.

“E?” You asked with a broken and quiet voice, seeming smaller than you already were. Ethan looked down at you to meet your red, puffy eyes that stored so much pain. It was the first time you were able to make eye contact with him all night.

“Yeah?”

“I... can’t. I ca-”

“Hey. You can’t what? You need to tell me what happened.” Ethan asked crouching down to your level to make direct contact with you.

Your mind was still trying to comprehend what had happened, but eventually you were able to take a deep breath and tell Ethan everything that happened. He wanted to punch something, hurt someone, but his only reaction was to pull you into his chest and hold you as tightly as possible as you couldn’t even bring yourself to hug him back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Ethan repeated over and over again as he placed kisses on your head.

“I can’t wash the feeling off of me. I can still feel his hands and lips on me. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I can’t get this off of me.” You pulled away, scratching your neck. This is when Ethan stepped back and realized how red your body was from the hot water and you scrubbing so hard, also noticing faint bruising on your arms. Ethan was so angry. So angry at the man who did this to you, but most importantly, at himself for not knowing how to help you.

Ethan pulled you into his chest again and whispered, “It’ll go away I promise. I know it doesn’t seem like that right now but it’s going to be okay. And I know I can’t do or say that will help you, but know I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We can just go to bed yeah?”

You nodded and followed him into his room as he got his bed ready for you. “You can sleep here. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Ethan said grabbing his pillow and blanket before softly shutting the door behind him.

Even though you were ready for bed, you could stop feeling his hands all over you. Your mind kept you wide awake no matter how hard you tried to fall asleep. Every time you shut your eyes, you pictured his face staring right at you. You couldn’t stop so you got up and quietly walked to the living room where Ethan was. He was sound asleep and you didn’t want to bother him so you contemplated going back and forth whether if you should wake him up. But before you could walk back to Ethan’s room, you heard him mumble, “Y/N? You okay?”

“Sorry... I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s nothing. Just go back to sleep.” You said beginning to walk away.

But before you got too far, Ethan got up and grabbed your wrist. “Hey. It’s not ‘nothing.’ Did you need something?” He said with the most caring voice.

“It’s stupid... But I just can’t sleep. I can’t stop picturing him in my head. Every time I close my eyes, I see him.” You said looking down at your feet.

You didn’t even have to say it and Ethan already knew what you needed. So he intertwined his fingers with yours and lead you to his room. You two got into bed as Ethan put his arm around you, pulling you to his chest. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m okay now.” You whispered to him as he played with pieces of your hair. You laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat that calmed you down.

“What if it was my fault?” You asked out of the blue, shocking Ethan the moment he heard those words come out of your mouth. “What if it was my fault because I shrugged him off? What if it was because my outfit was too revealing? It was all my fault...”

Ethan quickly pulled you right next to his chest, holding you tighter than ever before as he felt his own tears fall on his face. “Please please please know it’s not your fault. It was never your fault. It wasn’t the way you acted or the way you dressed. It was because that disgusting man thought it was okay to hurt you. Who thought it was okay because you supposedly sent the wrong signals. None of this was your fault.”

“I jus-” You started but Ethan wouldn’t let you finish.

“Stop. It’s not your fault. Please just... I need you to know that. Never blame yourself for someone else’s wrongdoings.”

“Okay.” You simply said. Even though you blamed yourself, deep down you knew Ethan was right. You couldn’t blame yourself for something that clearly was out of your control. You and no one else should be blamed for someone else’s actions.

You two laid there for a while, aimlessly drawing shapes on each other. Neither of you wanted to speak, just enjoying each other’s safety and comfort. Ethan wanted to stay awake until he knew you fell asleep because that meant you were finally okay and was able to rest. But that wasn’t happening anytime soon. You lied awake realizing you never thanked Ethan for being there for you.

“Thank you Ethan. Thank you for being there for me when no one else wasn’t. Thank you for everything.” You said meaning every single word even though Ethan would never know how grateful you were for him.

“You’re welcome Y/N. I’m just thankful I answered the phone when I did. I don’t know I would do if I didn’t.” He confessed, feeling so incredibly relieved you were here with him in one piece, even though on the inside you felt like you were broken into a million pieces that would never be put back together.

“He never answered the phone...” You muttered into his warm chest.

“Who?” Ethan asked lifting up his head to look down at you.

You never lifted your head of his chest as you played with his blanket nervously. “Grayson.”

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Grayson (sorry sis need to be fed) watching you get ready to go out with your friends and whining and making grabby hands at you so you go over and sit on the bed to do your makeup and he keeps trying to get you to take off your clothes so you cant leave him okay oll go now

omg, hi lil anonny💙 thank you so much for comin’ through!! i love feeding people because i am always starving (she’s a hungry bitch)

dude, i was talking to katie about this the other day when I got this ask!! 

edit: this was supposed to be a concept, but it turned into a blurb. anon, your concept was so powerful!!! 

like say you were getting ready for a girl’s night and grayson is watching you get ready. as we all know, homeboy is clingy as HELL and loves to be in close proximity to his lady. 

you finish blending in the smokey colors of your eye shadow as you sit at your desk, the brush moving back and forth across your eyelids. grayson watches quietly as he sits on the edge of the bed observing you with a pout on his face, sad you’re leaving him, even if it’s only for a few hours.

grayson is upset that he doesn’t get to show off how beautiful you are to the bar you’ll be going to. so as you’re getting ready, the whole time grayson is hanging off you like a little a whiney little kid who doesn’t want to be left with a babysitter while his parents go out. grayson is kissing your face, digging his fingers into your sides trying to distract you from getting ready.

“gray, oh my god, can you stop? laura said the uber is gonna be here in 15 minutes and i’m not done getting ready.” you giggled, trying to push your boyfriend’s lips away from your neck as he pressed little pecks around your pulse-point. 

“no. i don’t want you to goooooo. c’mon, babe, don’t leave me. we can have a movie night in bed, we’d be s’cozy,” grayson mumbled against your neck, the vibrations from his voice tickling you even more.

you threw your head back in laughter as grayson pulled the collar of your shirt off to the side, pressing heated kisses along your collar bone. “gray, i’ve gotta go, babe, we can snuggle when I’m home, I promise.” 

pointedly ignored you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you out of your chair onto the floor so you guys could have a make-out session. “grayson!” you laughed, pressing your hands into his chest in an attempt to wriggle away from your muscular boyfriend. “it’s laura’s birthday, i have to go!”

“tell her you’re busy … for the rest of your life,” grayson chuckled as you two playfully wrestled on the carpet, his large hands splayed across your back in an attempt to keep you pressed to his body. 

“i’ll be home by 1, gray! baby, i have to go–,” your body twisting and turning in his grasp as you tried to make your escape.

“not getting away that easy, sweetheart. how could you leave me–in–in this state?” grayson whined, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“what state?! you mean the one where you want me all to yourself for a night because you’re being a baby?” grayson’s chuckle rang out heartily at your accusation, the accuracy of your statement cracking him up.

as you continued to wiggle grayson eventually ended up taking your wrists in his hands, flipping the two of you over so he was on top. grayson leaned over you, pinning your wrists above your head, the two of you breathing heavily as you stared into each other’s eyes. 

you stopped fighting grayson as soon as he was on top of you, the pressure of his body and the mesmerizing colors of his eyes distracting you completely from the situation at hand. 

“give up, sweetheart?” grayson smirked, the hand that was holding your wrists rubbing circles on the skin softly.

“well, i’m in a bit of a pickle. not sure if you’re aware, but you’re almost twice my weight!” you sassed, a joking pout painted across your face. 

“Y/N, the uber is two minutes away!” laura called from down the hall, most likely putting the finishing touches on her own makeup.

“that’s my cue, baby.” grayson let your wrists go, but still didn’t get off of you, keeping you trapped between his legs. 

“can i pick you guys up from the bar? just wanna make sure you get home safe.” grayson scooped his arms underneath your back so you were tucked into his chest. “’’just get nervous for you, don’t want anyone taking advantage of you, or anything bad happening cause i’m not there.” grayson swallowed thickly awaiting your reply; he really hoped you wouldn’t think he was being annoying or overbearing for asking to get you at the end of the night. 

grayson knew he was acting like a child in trying to keep y/n home, but at the end of the day, she was the love of his life, and any time spent without her left his heart deflated. the more grayson thought about y/n going out for a night on the town without him, the more his nerves kicked in about some creep trying to kidnap her, or her getting too drunk and ending up passed out in an alleyway; there were too many variables. it wasn’t that grayson didn’t trust you, or that he was trying to take you away from your friends, he was just fiercely protective of those he loved, always wanting to make sure their safety was ensured above all else. grayson’s heart began to race as he analyzed his words, hoping that you didn’t think he was being jealous or possessive.

you let out a sigh as your heart swelled;  your boyfriend was hands down the definition of big teddy bear. grayson was the type of man who would not hesitate to knock out any guy who looked at his girl wrong. however, grayson was also the type of man who preferred giggling his heart out with his girl over any other activity; laying together with limbs intertwined beneath their fluffy cave made of covers, sheets, and blankets.

“i’ll be safe, gray. girls travel in packs, remember? you roast us for it all the time.” you said, gripping grayson’s face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks delicately. “i’m always down for my mans to come pick me up.”

grayson smiled, his insecurities relieved at your response. “i’ll also pick you up nuggets, if you want?” his grin widening as he saw your eyes light up.

“thank god i cuffed you, who else would know that i all i need at 1 am is snugs and nugs?”

“y/n, the uber is here!”

“love you, baby, be safe. text me when you’re ready for me to come scoop,” grayson pressed a few kisses to your lips before rolling off of you.

when you stood up to your full height, with your body and outfit on full display, grayson whistled loudly, his arms moving behind his head as he continued to admire you from his position on the floor. “you look s’fuckin’ good, babe. don’t forget who you belong to.” grayson smirked, his biceps which propped up his head as bulging as his eyes raked over your body.

“sorry, what’s your name again?” you asked before running out of the room, your heels clacking along the hardwood as you ran away from grayson. naturally, grayson chased after you with his arms outstretched playfully. both of your giggles echoed down the hallway, your love for one another ringing throughout the house like a gong as you two embraced before you parted ways for the next few hours.