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elitegrayson · 2 years

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In Lust We Trust - E.D [One Shot]

Featuring: Ethan x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, swearing.

A/N: heyy this is my first one shot on here and my first real post lowkey hahahah. this idea came to me in a dream so i figured i put it to the keyboard. if it doesn’t make sense or if it’s poorly written i apologize in advance but i will do my best (it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut). also the title is steve lacy inspired bc i love that man. i appreciate all feedback so lmk if you guys like this or not.

“Do we have everything? I would hate to make another trip.” Grayson asked before grabbing the keys off of the counter. Today was Friday and your boyfriend, you & Ethan drove up north for the weekend. Every year in Geneva, the city where you guys are staying, the city has its annual celebration where the community gets together for food, drinks, games, and live music. You’re not from the community but Grayson’s cousin has a beach house that they let you guys stay at. You couldn’t miss out on an opportunity like that so you guys agreed to go.

"Yeah, I have everything. E?” you hummed, applying a little bit more lipgloss and then placing it in your purse.

“Yeah yeah I’m ready. Can we go now, I’m literally sweating my boobs off.” Ethan complains, wiping the invisible sweat from his forehead.

Most of your friends frowned upon the fact that you were going on a trip with your boyfriend AND his brother. It’s not abnormal that you guys hang out because Ethan is the one who introduced you to Grayson. You guys clicked immediately and the rest was history. The twins are very attractive, there’s no denying that, but I guess they think that Grayson can’t be the only one you’re fucking.

“We were literally waiting on you but okay,” Grayson mumbles at his older brother while the other twin just rolls his eyes. We began making our way out the door & start heading to the beach. By the time we got there, the parade has just begun. Huge & colorful floats swept through the roads and we could hear the band following behind them.

“Man I miss being in the band.” You say, reminiscing about your high school band career. It was the best four years of your life. High school sucked, but being in the band made it a little bearable.

“You could still join in college, Y/N. You were amazing at trumpet.” Ethan smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know, E. High school band & college band are two completely different things. Plus my chops are probably dead by now.” You shrug and Ethan sends you a frown. He was always so supportive of everything you’ve done. Whether it was school or sports or even when it came to your next protective hairstyle. He was always by your side cheering you on. You’ll always appreciate him for that.

“Whatever you say Y/N. When you get back to school, it won’t hurt to try. Either way, you’ll always have my support.” He smiled at you and you sent him one in return. While you and Ethan were chatting, you noticed Grayson standing off to the side on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed and you saw that his jaw was clenching. Immediately you walked over to him to see what was up.

“Gray baby, you okay?” You ask, placing your hands on his soft biceps. Usually, when he’s mad, you always tell him that he can take his anger out on you so that’s exactly what you tell him.

“You know you can always use me, Gray. I don’t mind-“

“Stop Y/N just leave me alone alright?” He huffs and shrugs your hands off of him. You’re taken back because he was fine this morning so what the fuck happened? You have been a little needy lately and he rarely declines your advances. Of course, he can always decline, there’s nothing wrong with that. Now that you feel guilty & you silently walk back over to where Ethan is, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. Grayson knows that he can always come to you when there’s something wrong, but maybe being sexual wasn’t the right approach.

For the rest of the day, it was just you and Ethan. Grayson wasn’t talking to either of you and if he did it was small phrases like “I don’t care” or “I don’t know”. It irritated you slightly because you guys didn’t drive up 4 hours just so your boyfriend can be a dick. As much as you enjoy Ethan’s company, you wanted to spend some time with Grayson as well. But from the looks of it, that’s not going to happen any time soon.

Suddenly you felt the urge to pee so you asked Grayson if he could walk with you to find a bathroom while Ethan watches the table we were seated at. “Gray, I have to pee, can you come with me please?” He looked up at you and just shook his head he didn’t even say a word.

“Y/N, I can just take you. I don’t know what his fucking deal is today.” Ethan hisses, extending his hand out to yours. It caught you by surprise, but you grabbed it anyway. Grayson noticed this as well but wasn’t that phased to say or do anything. What the fuck is up with him honestly?

You guys began walking, focusing on how big and soft Ethan’s hands were. You didn’t ask why you guys were holding hands but maybe it was for safety reasons? But then again hand holding isn’t really necessary.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asks, sending you a concerning look. Sometimes when you’re too caught up in your head, your facial expressions tend to show that. That’s probably what he noticed.

“Yeah just thinking about Gray. Do you think I did something?” You murmured, cringing at the sexual advances that you made earlier.

“No Y/N, of course not. He’s probably just in one of his moods, but that’s no excuse to treat you like that.” He stated, making you feel a little bit better.

“Yeah, maybe he’s just jealous of our friendship.” You snicker as Ethan nods in return. It was nothing, but a joke. If anything they’re closer than you and Ethan could ever be. So that’s not even possible.

Finally, after walking what felt like hours, you found a bathroom. You told Ethan you’ll be right out and he just nods. You pressed on the gray door, found the first clean stall, and did your business. As you were finishing up, you heard your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your purse, Grayson’s name appeared on the screen.

G: I want to apologize for my behavior. Some shit was going on with my friends, but I never meant to take it out on you. Please forgive me? 💚

You: I accept your apology, but you know you can always come to me. E and I are walking back now.

You lock your phone, wash your hands and make your way out to Ethan. You’re happy he apologized, but a part of you feels like there’s something else going on.

“You ready to go?” You ask, adjusting your purse that’s on your shoulder.

“Yeah, but since we’re alone I need to tell you something.” He trails, you don’t say anything but you continue to let him talk.

“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. When I introduced you to my brother a year ago, I can’t help but feel as though I made a mistake. As bad as that sounds it’s true. You seem so happy with him, but I can’t help thinking you’ll be happier with me. I mean come on Y/N, he’s been ignoring you all day and he couldn’t even walk with you to the fucking bathroom for God’s sake? What kind of boyfriend is that? He doesn’t even know how lucky he is to have a beautiful girl like you…” Ethan announces, but you are just at a loss for words. Why is he saying all of this now? He’s never shown interest in you not even in the slightest. You take all of his words into account, but you remember that Grayson already apologized for his behavior. Yet actions do speak louder than words.

“Ethan I uh- don’t even know what to say. H-how come you’re telling me this now?” You stutter, looking back up at him.

“Believe me, I’ve tried to get these thoughts out of my head for months. I’ve been on so many dates with girls, but at the end of the night, you’re the only one on my mind. I just figured it’d be now or never.” He explains, stepping a little bit closer to you.

“I know you feel the same way. Don’t act like you didn’t see me catch a peek of that body this morning, Y/N. Next time when you’re putting on this lime green bikini top,” Ethan smirks, running his fingers up and down the strings. “Make sure to close the door all the way. Unless you purposely left it open for me. Either way, I’d love to see those pretty tits again.” Immediately you felt your cheeks get hot. How could he be saying all of this? You did notice him peaking this morning, but you figured if you didn’t say anything he wouldn’t notice. That failed.

At the same time, you were extremely needy and can’t even remember the last time Grayson touched you. It’ll just be one time and that’s it.

“We gotta make this quick and it can never happen again, do you understand? Luckily, he gave me the keys to the Bronco.” You smile, dangling the keys in front of his face.

“Perfect.” He smirks.

When you guys made it back to the truck he wasted no time. He sat in the backseat and pulled you so that you were sitting in his lap. He started kissing you softly and a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss as his hands traveled down your back. He undid your bikini and started pepper kissing around your chest until he reached your tits.

“God they’re even more beautiful up close.” Ethan bubbled, taking both of your boobs in his hands and giving them a small squeeze. He placed the left one in his mouth while his hand massaged the other. His tongue danced around your nipple. His tongue felt amazing, Grayson couldn’t even compete. You started to grind slowly on Ethan and soon enough you felt his hard-on poking through.

“Feels so good, don’t stop E.” You managed to say between moans and he follows your commands. He takes one out making a slight “pop” noise with his mouth and continues to the other.

You know you shouldn’t be with him, but he’s doing such a good job. Something about doing stuff you’re not supposed to do is turning you on even so might as well let him know that.

“I need you now.” You lean to whisper in his ear, then you begin to remove your shorts. “Y/N are you sure? We can stop and just pretend this never happened-“ You cut him off. “Can you shut up and fuck me please?” You whine, moving around on his dick yet again.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Ethan smirks crashing his lips into yours while you also pull his shorts and underwear down. You managed not to break the kiss as you pull your swimsuit bottoms to the side with one hand while the other grabs his members so that you can insert him. When you’ve finally matched it up, you let go and slide down.

“Holy fucking shit..” He grunts, trying to adjust himself to your tight pussy. You place your hands on his chest and began to slowly move up and down on his dick. You hate to admit it, but he was fucking huge. Ethan’s ego can sometimes get the best of him so you made sure to limit your praises.

He moved his hands from around your waist and placed them on your ass to give it a smack then a tight squeeze. You moaned and winced at his touch. “Yeah, you fucking like having that ass smacked?” Ethan asks looking at you with dark, lustful eyes.

You didn’t answer him until he placed his hand on your throat. This surely caught your attention. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He says once and you nod eagerly. “That’s a good girl, now keep riding me and don’t stop.” You start to pick up the pace, but quickly you start to get messy. Tears started to brim in your eyes, causing your mascara to run down your face.

“I can’t take it. You’re t-too b-big for me.” You stuttered, trying to figure out where to place your hands. “Slow it down for me baby. That’s right, Grayson doesn’t even know what to do with all this.” He groans, running his hands up and down your toned body. Ethan placed kisses in between your boobs again and then started fucking you hard from beneath.

“Fuck Ethan oh my god yes,” You moaned, feeling your stomach tie into multiple knots.

By now the car is filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin clapping together. The fog started to appear on the windows and by now Grayson was probably wondering where you guys were. You’re sure he’d never imagined this and neither did you.

“Look at how needy you are taking my dick. You’re so fucking bad, Y/N. Imagine what Grayson would think when he sees me fucking this shit outta his pretty girl huh? Does he fuck you like this, Y/N?” Ethan’s words are turning you on by the second and you feel yourself reaching your endpoint.

“Keep t-talking, Ethan. You’re doing so good.” You whimper, moving your body forward so that you’re placed on his chest and your ass is sticking out.

“You look so beautiful taking me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. How much I thought about fucking this tight little pussy of yours.” And that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high. You clawed your fingers into his shoulder as you rode it out. He was approaching his climax as well, pounding into you with all his power.

“Can I cum in you, Y/N?” He moaned out. “Yes fill me up p-please.” You practically screamed and seconds later you felt his warmth shoot inside of you. By now you’re still laying on his chest, beads of sweat sprinkled across your forehead. You both focused on your breathing and tried to process what you just did.

You just cheated on your boyfriend with his brother.

You readjusted your bikini buttoms and looked on the floor to find your bikini. As you put it back on, someone knocked on the window. You and Ethan both turned to look to see who it is. Your heart dropped when you saw that it was none other than Grayson.

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eroselless · 4 months

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❦ elle or ellie. twenty-three. she/her. colombian.

❦ currently obsessed with some dudes that drive fast cars.

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UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES

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Hopelessly Devoted [one] [two]

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Life saver [one shot]

In the center of the ring [one shot]

Grayson Dolan

"I love you, please don't leave me..." [blurb]

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The floor is lava [one shot]

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the-goldenboy · 1 year

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DADDY (Grayson Dolan x Male Reader)

Face claims for Mason and Madison below

Mason Capelli sighed as he sat in a house party, at the bar. He threw a shot back, before looking towards his best friend, Madison.

"You're not going to have a drink?" Mason asked his best friend and Madison shook her her head. "Come on why not? They have a bar!" Mason said and Madison chuckled at her best friend. She smiled, getting herself two drinks. One for her and one for Mason.

"Do you think he knows we're seventeen?" The girl asked her friend, chuckling. Mason laughed with her, shaking his head.

"He probably doesn't even care." Mason said and Madison laughed with her best friend, as she took a drink from her cup. "See any guys you like?" The boy asked and Madison chuckled shaking her head.

"Not yet, you?" Madison chuckled and Mason let his eyes travel to a boy across the room, who was looking at him.

"Yeah, maybe a few..." Mason said with a smirk as he looked away from the boy. He had also seen a few other guys that he found attractive.

"Are you gonna go for him?" Madison asked and Mason shrugged taking another drink from his cup.

"I don't know, maybe- definitely looks like he could be fun." Mason said eyeing the boys ass after he had turned to the side. "Not bad..." The boy said before turning back towards his friend with a smirk and taking a drink from the glass. Madison smiled before taking a sip of her drink as well.

Madison went to give the two boys a look again, but her eyes slightly widened when she saw them coming over.

"They're coming over here." Madison quickly said and Mason smirked as they came closer.

"Hey, I'm Ethan- this is my brother, Grayson..." One of the boy's, now known as Ethan said, putting out his hand. First Madison shook it, then Mason.

"I'm Madison..." Madison said and looked at Mason who had a smirk on his face, as Grayson went to shake her hand next, before stopping at Mason.

"My names, Mason..." Mason grabbed the boy's hand to shake it, smirking as he leaned into whisper into Grayson's ear. "But, sometimes it's daddy." He whispered and as he pulled back, he saw that Grayson was a blushing mess. He smirked, at the boy.

"So what do you guys do?" Madison asked when the two sat down. Ethan turned towards her, opening his mouth to speak.

"We make YouTube videos." Ethan said and Mason and Madison nodded their heads, taking in the info. "What about you guys?" The boy asked and Mason spoke.

"We post on Instagram and people seem to like our photos." Mason said and Madison chuckled.

A bit went by, before Mason sighed and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, see if there's any empty rooms, that we could probably sleep in." The boy said and Madison nodded her head.

Mason smirked as he walked up the stairs and into a room. He stood against by the dresser drawer by the door.

A couple of minutes went by before there was a light knock on the door and in walked someone. He smirked as he looked towards the door and saw Grayson.

"Hey..." Grayson said as he closed and Mason smirked walking towards the boy.

"Let's not waste time by talking..." Mason said pulling the boy in and going to kiss his neck, which Grayson immediately reciprocated to.

Grayson moaned as the other boy bit and sucked, leaving marks became and there was a small voice in his head reminding him that he would have to cover up the marks. Multiple in fact. Grayson did the same, but he didn't leave as many.

Grayson was breathless as the boy pulled back, with a look in his eye. Mason smirked at the boy, before he pushed down on Grayson's shoulder, making the boy go to his knees.

"Now you're not bad at leaving hickies, but let's see what else you're good at..." Mason said smirking as unbuckled his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them down a little bit revealing his underwear briefs that left very little to the imagination. Grayson gulped a little, looking at the the bulge in the boy's underwear. "Do you not wanna do this? This isn't your first time is it?" Mason asked when Grayson looked nervous. He wasn't gonna force the guy and he didn't have a problem if it was the guys first time, but he hoped it hadn't been.

"No, no, I do- just- this is the biggest I've saw..." Grayson said and Mason smirked as the boy said that. He let out a moan as the boy palmed him through his briefs.

Grayson took a deep breath as he pulled down Mason's briefs, revealing the boy's large member.

He stroked it a little making Mason moan. He looked up at the boy as he enveloped the member in his warm mouth, which made a moan come from Mason.

"Yes, fuck just like that." Mason said in a hushed tone, and Grayson didn't know why, but for some reason that motivated him so much. He never had a praise kink or anything, but he was on his knees and he had Mason's dick in his mouth, and for some reason the words made him feel good. He continued making his head go up and down, and making sure to put effort in it, as he moved his hands to his own pants, unbuttoning them, and reaching in his underwear and pulling his own member out, stroking it as he went up and down Mason's length.

He looked up at Mason as he tried to bring his mouth over the whole member, gagging as it hit the back of his throat and making tears prick at his eyes.

"Yep, good, good, all the way..." Mason muttered as he pushed Grayson's head all the way down, his own head hitting the door lightly, as he threw it back and moaned. He let go of the boy's head, as he saw him turning a little red, letting the boy catch his breath and regain color.

"Fuck..." Grayson moaned out of breath, finding this so hot. He took the member back into his mouth, morning around it which made Mason feel even more better. He continued stroking his member.

"Yeah, doing such a good job sucking me off, just like that." Mason said as he thrusted in and out of Grayson's mouth, a little bit.

"Ahh..." Grayson let out a moan and a cry of pleasure, as well as shock as he reached his peak and stroked himself through it. He didn't expect that to happen, and he wasn't mad about it. The boy's voice did something to him.

After a couple more minutes, Mason pushed him away a little bit looking down at him with lust filled eyes. Grayson looked up at the boy wondering why he had stopped him.

"Where do you want it?" The boy said and Grayson was a little confused before understood what the boy meant and engulfed the member back into his mouth bobbing his head up and down, trying to get the boy to his peak. He felt Mason's hand in his hair. "Oh, fuck I'm gonna come - I'm coming!" Mason moaned out as he released into the boy's mouth, hitting the back of Grayson's throat, Grayson swallowing it all.

Mason leaned against the door for a couple of minutes before he looked down at Grayson smiling.

"So, you're not a virgin right?" Mason asked as he lead the boy to the bed. Grayson shook his head.

"No, no, I'm not." The boy said and he sounded kind of nervous. "I just- I don't usually bottom..." The boy said and Mason sighed.

"I don't bottom at all. Do you wanna do it or not though, if not I should go." Mason spoke and Grayson immediately nodded his head. "When was the last time time you had anything in here?" Mason said as he pushed the boy on the bed and flipped him over, looking at his amazing ass, as he pulled the boys pants all the way off

"A week or two ago... My fingers..." Grayson said becoming a little shy. He didn't hear anything, but he felt the boy press a finger into his entrance. "Oh, fuck!" Grayson moaned grabbing the pillow and biting it.

When he was sure Grayson was good enough, Mason added a second finger, going in and out, trying to prepare the boy.

Soon Grayson had three fingers in him and he was pushing back onto Masons fingers, writhing in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck please!" Grayson moaned as he pushed himself on Mason's fingers, wanting something else. Mason took his fingers out, smirking as he he heard the boy whimper at the loss, as well as pushing his ass towards Mason.

Mason reached down to his jeans that were half down, and into the pocket- grabbing a condom.

"Let's see..." Mason spoke as he looked in the drawer, hoping to find something he could use as lube he thanked the lord, when he found a small bottle of lubricant. He looked at Grayson, smirking. "You ready?" The boy asked and Grayson nodded his head fast.

"Yes..." Grayson moaned out ready for it to start. Mason opened the condom taking it out and carefully putting it on his member. After making sure the the condom was on alright, he squirted some lube on the condom, as well as his fingers, and rubbing some at Grayson's entrance.

"Okay..." Mason spoke as he positioned his member at the boys member and slowly pushed in, hearing the boy making sounds.

"Oh, fuck!" Grayson cried out, tears coming to the corners of his eyes, as he wasn't used to something this big. He bit the pillow as he felt the boy get all the way in. He appreciated the fact that Mason stayed still, to let him get used to the size. "Okay, move." Grayson said and Mason pulled out, almost all the way before he went back in and started thrusting in and out of the boy, both of them moaning.

"Yeah, you like that?" Mason said and Grayson nodded his head, but he shouldn't have because mason slapped his ass making him moan and muttered the words. "Words!" And Grayson moaned even more.

"Yes oh, my god, I love it..." Grayson moaned meeting the boys thrusts. "Ooh, fuck me-..." The boy moaned as Mason grabbed his hips, going a little faster and harder. It still hurt a little, but there was pleasure.

"What's my name?" Mason smirked looking down at the boy to see if he had remembered what he had said when they met. Grayson muttered something, moaning out as he continued meeting Mason's thrusts. "I can't hear you!" Mason smirked going harder making the boy whine out in pleasure and a little pain maybe.

"Daddy, oh, fuck it's daddy..." Grayson moaned and cried out as he came for a second time, which made Mason smirk as he started speeding up his thrusts as well as making them harder.

"Fuck, you're so good!" Mason moaned as he continue to thrust into the boy hard. Grayson a moaning mess. Thank God for the music around the house, because everyone would hear him.

Grayson felt himself reaching another peak as they continued. He couldn't believe it. He was being fucked out of this world, but he had never had something that made him release this many times, especially without him trying or getting himself there.

He let out a cry as he came for the third time that night. Or at least he assumed it was the third, he couldn't keep track anymore.

"Oh, god I'm so close, fuck." Mason moaned as his thrusts started getting faster and and harder.

"Oh, fuck." Grayson whined and moaned out, the slapping of skin hitting skin being heard. Grayson knew that he would no doubt be in pain tomorrow and probably for a few days, but in the moment he thought it was worth it.

"Oh, fuck- oh, my god!" Mason moaned as he reached his peak, and released into the condom, with hard thrusts. He also noticed that Grayson had hit his peak a fourth time, he smirked as pulled out and noticed that the boy was twitching, moaning. He pulled off the condom and tied it before throwing it in the trash.

"Oh, my god..." Grayson muttered in a hushed tone as he finally was able to gain control and he stopped twitching. "That was- oh, my god." The boy said and Mason smirked.

"Thanks..." Mason said cheekily as he pulled up his underwear and adjusted himself, so he was comfortable, before pulling up his pants. "Do you want me to tell your brother to meet you up here or something?" Mason asked as he helped the boy who was laid on the bed, pull his pants up.

"No, I- I got it, I just need a minute." Grayson said and went to get up, but he almost fell. Thankfully, Mason caught him.

"Dude, maybe you should sit down for a bit, I don't mean to sound cocky, but you're probably gonna be in pain and hard to walk for a bit." Mason said as he sat the boy down on the bed. It was the least he could do. Although, he really should get out of here, he didn't wanna give the boy the wrong idea. "Anyway, uh it was nice- I'm gonna go though." Mason spoke and walked out of the room. He saw Madison at the stairs and smiled as he walked towards her.

"Hey, how did that go?" Madison asked with a smirk and Mason smirked as well.

"You don't even wanna know..." Mason said before they found a room to sleep in. They spent the night talking about how the night had went, before they fell asleep.

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sweetestgrethan · 1 year

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La Danse Éternel

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Dolan Twins, Grayson Dolan, Ethan Dolan, Youtube RPF

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan

Characters: Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan

Additional Tags: Incest, Twincest, Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan, Teacher-Student Relationship, Ballet AU, Ballet Dancer Ethan Dolan, Teacher Grayson Dolan, Alternate Universe- Not Related, Bottom Ethan Dolan, Top Grayson Dolan, Older Man/Younger Man, One Shot, Mutual Pining, Size Difference

Summary: “Is this your way of apologizing for not warming up properly?” Grayson joked.

“Um, no, I…” Ethan trailed off, wishing he had something good to say in return. “Just wanted to see how deep this teacher’s pet thing goes."

#wombmates #grethan #ao3 #mine

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poguesholland · 3 years

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Electric Love | Ethan Dolan

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

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

Warnings: flufffff, some cursing maybe?

A/N: Love this trend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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whorefordean · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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starkeyboy · 4 years

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quarantine ° ed

we were all in new jersey as the whole COVID-19 went around. once we heard that california will be shutting down, all three of us left immediately. but once we all left the airport in NJ their mom said it would be best if we stay in room together just for one night to be safe.

i was laying on the bed as the boys played video games on their playstation. i let out a sigh in boredom, there was absolutely nothing to do. i heard a chair turning around, i looked up and saw ethan.

“what?” he said as his game was paused. i furrowed my eyebrows and sat up a bit.

“huh?” i was genuinely confused. he chuckled and turned around to start playing again. “what i do?” i say, sitting up in the process. he turned back around and sighed. mocking me. my face deadpanned. remaining expressionless.

he let out a laugh and smiled at me.

“i’m bored ethan!” i cried out and leaned back. “you guys are no fun,” i pouted and hugged a pillow.

“you wanna learn how to play?” i looked at him as i hugged the pillow, still pouting and nodding eagerly, just so i can do something. he motioned his head to come here and i quickly got up. he sat me down on his lap and i blushed a little as i did, not usually being this close to ethan, but i wasn’t complaining.

he wrapped his arms around me and placed the controller in my hands. in the corner of my eye i see grayson smiling, he knew about my tiny crush on ethan, and he’s gonna love the day when ethan finds out. he was probably thinking, it’s her time to shine now.

once i died again, i turned to look at ethan. he was trying to hold in a laugh and i groaned.

“this is useless,” i said about to get up but ethan pulled me back down and laughed. he wrapped his arms around me and i felt myself blushing.

“then just watch me, don’t leave,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder. i nodded shyly and leaned against him.

after a while, grayson left to his own room and i made myself comfortable on ethan’s lap. he let me get up and straddle him, he was sitting back as my head rested on his shoulder, my eyes droopy. soon enough i was fast asleep.

i woke up to be layed down on the bed and i looked up, squinting in the darkness. ethan chuckled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. he layed beside me and pulled me closer to his him. i was about to say something but he quickly intervened.

“shh, we can talk in the morning, i already know,” he said running his fingers through my hair. i nodded with my cheeks red and snuggled closer to him. his arms wrapping securely around me.

quarantine wasn’t so bad after all.

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dolansontheblock · 4 years

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B82 and B76 with E?🥺

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thank you so much for sending this in baby, hope you like it ❤️ i figured i would start back writing with a soft piece!

B76 “I would have never believed that one day we’d be so close.”

B82 “You saved me.”

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The way the sun rays hit the peaks of your face in a way that almost created a halo around you made Ethan’s heart overflow with love.

You were just making your morning coffee, like you do every day, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. They way you were gracefully maneuvering around the kitchen one moment, and then dropping something the next was the definition of perfect to him.

You always spilled the oat milk when adding it to your morning cup. Whether it was a full blown spill, or a few drops, and every morning you would curse the same god damnit under your breath. It never failed to bring a smile to his face.

He grabbed the towel hanging on the oven handle and walked it over to your side by the counter and wiped the milk off, like he did every morning. But today? Today he took your hand in his, brought it up to his face and placed a delicate kiss atop your hand.

“I would have never believed that one day we’d be this close.” The way he was staring into your eyes made your face heat up, the apples of your cheeks blooming red.

“What do you mean by that?” This was out of the ordinary for Ethan, he always had a hard time expressing his emotions. Being in therapy has help tremendously, but he still never was this up front with you. Usually it would come about during a deep conversation, not during your daily morning coffee.

“If you would’ve asked me two years ago if I thought I would be right here in this very kitchen with you, I wouldn’t have believed you. You were just a beautiful girl that I never had the balls to talk to who I followed on instagram. Now, you’re in front of me, and I am completely in love with you and this is not a dream. It’s real.”

This was information overload. You were shocked by the words he had just spoke. You never truly knew why he had followed you in the first place, all you were known for was baking, not vegan baking, might you add. You really just thought that the kid liked watching your cake videos, the same ones you went viral for. But hearing this, knowing that he had liked you all along, that he was there for you and not your baking videos made your chest tighten.

You had never been the one to be noticed first. Sure, you were pretty, you thought you were, but you weren’t drop dead by any means. You never were the friend who always got male attention, you were just the one in the group pictures. Granted, you didn’t mind it, always preferring being behind the camera, which is why it was so easy frosting cakes for videos, you just had to make sure your nails looked nice.

When news of the condition of their father came about, you had decided to bake them a cake and send it over along with your well wishes. You figured since they followed you, and you followed them, it wouldn’t be weird. In turn, you got flowers on your doorstep the next morning, along with a kind note expressing their gratitude.

After that, you became close with them, being there for the two behind closed doors, watching their house while they went back to see their dad. When they told you the news, you didn’t hesitate to hop on a plane to be there for them. You wanted to be a shoulder to cry on if they needed one. Ethan has even asked you to stay at their house, and so you did. You stayed with them when they asked you to, cooked for them when you knew they needed something to eat, did laundry when you knew they were getting behind. You were just there, and that was something they needed more than anything.

It was two months after they had gotten back to LA when you first saw Ethan cry. You had came over with coffee like you did every Sunday, and walked into his room to find him on the ground with tears falling down his face. At first he tried to hide them, telling you he was fine. But you knew he wasn’t, he knew he wasn’t, so you simply put the coffees down on his bedside table and sat with him on the ground, putting your arm around him while he leaned into your chest and cried.

“You saved me,” That’s when the tears gathered behind your eyes. “You were there for me during the darkest time of my life, and you stuck it out with me. You saved me.”

You blinked fast a few times, causing one or two tears to escape before wrapping your arms around him. You knew your words couldn’t truly explain what you were feeling, so you did what you did best, hugged him. He didn’t even miss a beat, meeting your embrace with just as much love. He knew what you were saying to him, you didn’t have to say anything.

“I love you.”

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dolantwinsfavss · 4 years

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Always {g.d}

Meant To Be (Part 1) // Masterlist

Four years ago, Grayson Dolan wasn’t the same man he is today.

Grayson would stay in bed, barely getting enough sleep. Rarely eating as he became someone his own twin couldn’t even recognize.

He was broken. Hurt. Angry. But he wasn’t angry at you. God, he could never be angry at you. Angry at himself for letting you walk out the door, for not being a better man to you.

Grayson took out his pain and anger on everything and everyone around him, including his older brother, who wished he could take away his pain even if it was for just a second. For the first month, there was never a night Ethan didn’t hear his brother crying and throwing things against the wall. So he spent his sleepless nights with Grayson, despite how many times he tried to push him away until Grayson let him in again. Ethan had never seen his brother so empty and broken before, at least not in a very long time.

Eventually, Grayson found his way again as he tried his best to get his mind off of you. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting anymore.

It was about 2 in the morning, one of the first nights Grayson spent alone in his room, softly illuminated by his lamp, as he stared at the small, delicate rings in his hand. Yours and his. It broke his heart knowing you weren’t in his life anymore, but Grayson didn’t believe it.

He reached around his neck and undid the clasp of his necklace, sliding the two rings onto the chain to meet in the middle as he heard the two pieces of metal clink together before he put the necklace back on. From that moment on, Grayson never took the necklace off, keeping your ring close to his heart, waiting for the day he could give back what belonged to you.

Fast forward four years later, Grayson was at the Farmer’s Market he went to every Saturday afternoon to pick up his weekly groceries for him and Ethan. From a distance, he spotted the local florist wrapping a bouquet of your favorite flowers for a woman in line, drawing him back to the memory of your very first date when he bought you those exact flowers without realizing he was allergic to them until later that night. But what you never told him was that those actually weren’t your favorite. You couldn’t tell him after how happy he looked when he handed them to you, but you learned to love them, just like how you learned to love him.

He didn’t realize he was staring until he saw the woman with your flowers in her hand turn around. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, the feeling his hear drop in the process. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t be you. Grayson swore to himself that this was all a dream, something he’d dreamt for the past four years. He rehearsed in his head a million times what he would say to you if he ever saw you again, but nothing came. His brain was screaming at him, begging him to run, but he couldn’t. It was too late. You already saw him.

“Grayson?” You said walking closer to him, noticing he hasn’t changed one bit, except for the fact that his hair was longer since the last time you saw him.

It took Grayson a second to pull himself back into reality. His mind was caught up on the fact he was hearing your voice again, not through voicemail or through old videos, but in real life and it sounded more angelic than ever. “Hey Y/N...” Grayson managed to say, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Really? You haven’t seen her for four years and that’s all you have to say? Ask her how she is!

“I haven’t seen you in so long. How long has it been? Like three years?”

It’s been too long. Four years but who’s counting?

“Yeah something like that.” He chuckled nervously. “Are you always here on Sundays?”

“Yeah actually… Every two weeks or so. I’m usually here on Saturdays, but I was busy yesterday so here I am. What about you? I’ve never seen you here before.” You smiled at him.

“I’m here every week to get some groceries for me and Ethan. But of course, it’s usually just me.” Grayson said calmly, despite his instincts telling him to flee.

You looked down at the groceries in his hands, noticing the faint tan line of where his ring used to be, but quickly looked back at his eyes and giggled, “So I’m guessing you’re still the one that wears the pants in the house?”

Grayson laughed, something he hasn’t been able to do since you left, “Yeah I guess so.”

“How’s Ethan by the way?” You asked. Sure things didn’t end on a good note, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about them anymore.

“He’s good. Just being Ethan if that makes any sense.”

“It totally does.” You chuckled as the awkward silence fell between the both of you. “Well I should probably get going.”

“I uh yeah.” Grayson said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day.”

You looked up at him, seeing the slight glimmer of sadness in his eyes, “Bye Gray.”

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said softly as he watched you walk away before turning around with his head hung low to walk to his car. He wanted to turn around so badly and pour his heart out to you. Tell you how much of a wreck he is without you.

She was right there. For years, you’ve been praying for a chance to see her again. To tell her how you really feel. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell her you miss her? Why didn’t you tell her you lo-

“Grayson!” He turned around to see you jogging towards him, laughing as you almost tripped over your own feet due to how clumsy you are.

There it was. His chance to see you again. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling softly at you.

“I was going to go grab some coffee and I was wondering if you wanted to come with.” You managed to say once you caught your breath. You quickly realized how stupid you were to ask when Grayson didn’t answer right away. “O-Only if you want to, of course. You’re probably super busy and all. But I was heading that way and I didn’t want to be rude. I kn-”

Grayson laughed at your habit of rambling when you got nervous, guess some things never change. This was the second chance he was waiting for and maybe just maybe things would turn out the way he wanted them to. But he knew he shouldn’t have said yes. “I would love to.”

The two of you sat in a booth in the back of the cafe like the many late night diner runs the two of you would do on your spontaneous adventures, only this time you sat across from each other with no clue what happened during these four years apart.

“So how’ve you been Y/N?” Grayson was the first to speak before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been good.” For the first time, Grayson was able to take a look at you as you rambled on about how your life has been for the past four years. Taking in the moment for as long as he could, not knowing when would be the last time he would see you as he noticed your hair is a little longer. Smile a bit brighter. And your eyes are just as he remembered.

“What about you, Gray? How’ve you been?” You asked taking a sip of your coffee, anxiously waiting for his response.

I miss you.

“Good.” He breathed out, “Ethan and I have been focusing on what we love most, especially our videos and we created a fragrance company called...”

“Wakeheart.” You said smiling at him. You couldn’t be any happier for him. So proud of him for putting things out there for himself.

“Y-You know?” Grayson was astonished. He never expected you to know what he had been up to.

“Of course. And congrats on DT Productions.”

“Wow… I didn’t think you still watched our videos.” Grayson spoke softly.

“I’m proud of you Gray.” You meant it. You would never tell him or anyone this, but watching his videos let you escape from reality when you needed it most.

His eyes met yours, as a feeling of reminiscence washed over you, bringing you back to a time when you were both so happy. “Thank you. It means a lot. It’s just that…” But then his eyes landed on the sparkling diamond ring where the one he gave you once was. Only fear and sadness came to mind as he struggled to find the right words to say, but all he knew was that ring was bigger than the one he gave you.

“Y-You’re married?” He breathed out, watching you carefully. Suddenly, his dream was something he wanted to wake up from.

Your eyes flickered to where his eyes were and covered the ring with your right hand, sliding it into your lap, wishing you should’ve gone yesterday instead of watching Netflix all day. “Um engaged actually…” You said softly, avoiding his gaze as your coffee suddenly became unappetizing.

It took Grayson a few seconds to pull himself back into reality as so many thoughts came into mind. Who is he? How did I not notice it before? Did she love him? Does she still love me the way I still love her?

“Congrats. Who’s the lucky guy?” Grayson faked a smile to mask the pain breaking his heart into a million pieces.

“A friend of a friend. We were dating for a little over 3 years before he asked me to marry him.”

A year. It took you a fucking year to move on. Meanwhile I’m still here trying to pick up the pieces from when you left four years ago.

“That’s great.” Grayson cleared his throat to ease the lump forming in his throat, “Wow… um I’m so happy for you.” As much as it pained him to say it, he truly was happy for you. He just hoped you were happy.

“Thanks.”

Silence fell once again as the two of you were too afraid to say the wrong words. But luckily Grayson’s phone went off, notifying him that he got a text from Ethan reminding him to pick up some avocados.

“It’s Ethan. He’s wondering what time I’ll be home. We have a video to shoot today.” Grayson lied. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it hurt him more knowing you didn’t love him anymore.

“Oh okay.” You said, getting up and grabbing your flowers. “I should probably get going too.”

Grayson followed your movements, taking one last sip of his coffee, “I guess this is goodbye?”

He didn’t want it to be, not now not ever. It’s crazy to think the beautiful girl standing in front of him was still the one who holds a special place in his heart, even though it wasn’t the same for him.

Your eyes met with his as he hoped you couldn’t see how much he was begging for you not to go. But instead you said with a small voice, “Bye Gray.”

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said just above a whisper, watching you turn around to walk towards the door. Flashbacks came to his mind of the night before you left, picturing him not letting you go if he’d woken up sooner.

Before he knew what he was doing, Grayson quickly reached out and pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you tightly. Your muscles tensed at the quick motion, but immediately fell with ease as you came in contact with his warmth and his signature scent consuming you.

“I miss you.” Grayson whispered into your ear as he felt your arms wrap tightly around his torso.

You couldn’t explain what you felt. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have invited him for coffee, but another part of you felt at home.

A feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time.

“I miss you too.” You mumbled softly into his chest. I miss you so much more than you know.

Neither of you wanted to let go, fear that this would be the last time you would ever see each other. But maybe it’s for the best,

As much as it hurt you to let go, you had to. Pulling away, you felt tears in your eyes, but you couldn’t bear to reach his eyes. “Bye Gray.”

Grayson let you go as he watched you walk out of his life for the second time, “Bye Y/N.”

Somehow Grayson managed to make it home. The drive was a blur. He couldn’t remember getting into his car or leaving the cafe, all he could remember is you leaving as he became numb.

“Hey Gray! Did you get my text?” Ethan shouted as he walked out to the living room to see his brother empty handed, staring through the window into the backyard.

“Gray?” Ethan said as he wanted closer to his brother. “Gray did you he-”

“She’s getting married.” Grayson said softly.

“Who is?”

“Y/N.” Grayson said as his lifeless eyes finally reached his older brother’s. “She’s getting married.”

Ethan couldn’t find the right words to say so instead he walked to his room and returned with an open envelope in his hand, “I know.” He said handing it to Grayson, “She sent this a few months ago.”

Grayson’s eyes lowered to the white envelope as his hands reached for it to pull out the card that said, “Please join us in celebration of the marriage…”

That was all Grayson could read before he let the paper fall to the ground as he turned to face his brother. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” Grayson said harshly, stepping towards him. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t tell me that the love of my life is getting married to someone else?”

“I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready an-”

“How can anybody be ready for this? How can someone watch the person they love get married to someone else when I’m supposed to be the one that marries her!” Grayson shouted from the top of his lungs, the pain in his voice echoing throughout the entire house.

Ethan watched as tears fell from Grayson’s eyes before he fell to his knees. Luckily, Ethan reacted fast enough to catch his brother. “Grayson. Grayson. I got you.”

“How… How could she do this?”

“I don’t know Gray. I really don’t.”

The two boys sat there for a while in silence as Ethan comforted his younger brother until Grayson whispered, “How could she not love me anymore?”

From the window above, you could see your friends and family gather around to celebrate the beginning of a new chapter in your life you were about to spend with your soon-to-be husband.

“Five minutes Y/n.” You heard your maid of honor say before she closed the door.

This was it. The best day of your life starts now. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you.

“You look beautiful.”

You knew that voice from anywhere. But how could you ever forget it?

“Grayson?” You turned around to see him standing by the door, looking handsome as ever in his tux. “What are you doing here?”

“You can’t marry him.” He was quick to say before he stepped closer to you, letting the door close behind him.

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. How could he come here and say this to you. “W-What?”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, taking a step closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“Why not? You can’t just come here and tell me th-”

“Because I love you.” There it was, the three words you’ve been waiting to hear for the past four years. It made your heart swell even after all these years. “I have never stopped loving you.”

“Grayson… It’s been four years.”

“I know and everyday that has passed since you left has been a living hell without you by my side. You made my life better than I could ever ask for. I need you in my life and you can’t tell me that that day when we ran into each other, you didn’t feel the same way I did because you could’ve just walked away, but you went up to me and asked me to get coffee.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. You never expected your wedding day to be like this. Grayson pulled out his necklace from underneath his dress shirt and held out the rings in front of you. The one he gave you four years ago, the only one that ever felt right to wear. “Today was supposed to be our special day. The day our future we planned together was supposed to begin. And I’ve been carrying around these rings around my neck everyday for the past four years, knowing that one day I would be able to give the ring I gave you back to you because I know you still love me.”

“Grayson I’m getting married today! He makes me happy and he loves me!” You tried to explain to him.

“But do you love him?” Grayson asked in a quiet voice, fearing what he would hear next.

Before you could answer, the music started to play, signaling it was time. “That’s my cue.” You said as your voice broke, walking towards the door. “Goodbye Grayson.”

“Bye Y/N.” He said before you closed the door, leaving Grayson to lose all hope in finally being together, but he was always going to love you.

Grayson watched you walk down the aisle towards your fiance, where he was supposed to be standing, but instead he stood in the back. As everyone’s eyes were on you, no one saw him sneak out the two doors you walked into earlier, except you.

He drove around aimlessly, getting as far away as he could until he ended up at a lookout he hasn’t visited since he was with you. Grayson parked his car and sat on top of his car, staring out at the sunset, hearing the waves crash onto the shore below him. He took off the necklace and held the two rings in his hand, debating if he should throw it into the ocean, but he couldn’t. Grayson wasn’t ready to let go just yet, his heart wasn’t ready.

Even if he wasn’t there to celebrate with you, he hoped you were truly happy because that’s the only thing he wa-

“I love you.”

Grayson turned around and saw you in your wedding gown running towards him. He stood up as you stood in front of him. “What? What are you doing here?”

“I said I love you. I love you Grayson Bailey Dolan. And I have never stopped loving you. The day I walked out was the biggest mistake of my life.” You said with pleading eyes.

“I don’t understand. You said…”

“I know what I said, but I was lying. Standing up there without you didn’t feel right. Nothing has felt right without you. Because I need you in my life. I’m sorry for walking out. I’m sorry for everything.”

Grayson didn’t know what else to do, but to kiss you. It was everything you both wanted, needed for what had felt like the longest four years apart.

You pulled away, foreheads resting against each other with the biggest smiles on each other’s face.

“I love you Y/N. I will always love you.” Grayson said softly before pulling away, unclasping his hand to reveal your ring to put on your finger, “And I believe this belongs to you.”

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

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The break

Summary: There is a reason why you should keep your past in the past and present in the present and Ethan is reminded of that when he asks his girlfriend for a break.

Warnings: ANGST

"I think we need a break." Ethan's voice didn't waver nor did his resolution, she could tell. He didn't look her in the eyes, but he knew of the pain that swam in the unshed tears that glistened in them under the moonlight, moments after she confronted him with an undeniable truth.

"A break?" She chuckled dryly, her chest shaking, quivering as she held back sobs in the last attempt she had to keep her dignity. If she had to lose everything to this man, she refused to let him have her dignity too.

"You sneak around with your ex behind my back and you're the one needing a break?!" She couldn't stop her chuckles, her reaction anything but what Ethan expected. He knows she is the type to laugh in uncomfortable, tragic or terrifying situations, but he never quite saw her lose it as she did now.

"I. Needed. You! All while you were off with her, doing God knows what!" She placed a hand on her chest, hoping to calm the earthquake made of her bones and the treacherous muscle underneath. Her free hand pushed back the hair he loved so much, trying to keep it out of her face as the wind picked up. It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic that her boyfriend decided to do this in the street right before the two were supposed to meet Grayson and Lisa for dinner.

"I was falling apart and you didn't fucking care at all, did you?!" Her voice cracked, deepening as she continued when his silence spoke volumes about where they stand after everything.

To go from a happy couple with a child on the way to a lover's death, all in a span of a single month, that was truly devastating. It devastated her like a nuclear bomb went off inside, but it mortified her pride. He had humiliated her and she didn't want to allow him any space to hurt her again. She's had enough.

"I do care." Ethan tried to interrupt, to stop her from spiraling, especially when her tears fell and filled him with dread. She raised her hand, palm turned to him, open as she meant to be with him. There was never a time she wasn't honest with him and she expected the same respect from him.

"You're fucking her, aren't you?!" She threw her bag on the bed, her voice hoarse from all the crying she had done every moment of solitude she could find. While Ethan was busy with his life, she felt like hers stopped, as if she had died that horrible night.

"I'm not fucking anyone! Her cat is sick and she wanted someone to talk to! Why is that so hard for you to understand?!" Ethan screamed, his nerves thinning and his hands bawling into fists at his sides.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head in defeat as her shoulders dropped and her eyes closed shut, unable to look at him anymore. He truly had no remorse for what happened and she couldn't breathe with him around. Not when she felt another woman laying claim on him. Worst of all? He didn't stop her and he actually had the nerve to make her feel crazy for thinking that.

"Nice to know her cat trumps what happened to us."

Before Ethan had a chance to say anything, Y/N turned and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before the lock sounded and so did the sound of her dropping body. He could hear her whimpers and the broken sobs she tried to muffle on the other side of the door, he himself sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wood, memorizing it all, breaking him, for he knew it was all because of him.

She didn't call him any pet names nor did she soften her glare when he let the first of his tears fall too. She didn't rush to wipe the tears away or to hug him with all her might, she didn't move a muscle.

"I don't need a break, Ethan." With her words, he let out a whimper, opening his mouth to speak but she didn't want to hear it.

"People that love each other don't take breaks. You take a break from a hobby, not a person! I'm not an old pair of shoes to be tossed aside while you wear something more fashionable before getting nostalgic about the olden days. I have feelings and you hurt me deeply. You don't hurt the ones you love." There is nothing in this world he could say to ease her pain, he knew that, but he wanted to try. Ethan knew he needed to do something or he would lose her. That's the last thing he should do, but maybe, just maybe, she would be better off without him.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just think you needed time to work on your trust issues and I needed time to mourn."

"Trust issues? While you were comforting you ex girlfriend, the girl who made your entire relationship an ultimatum and isolated you from your family, I was bleeding out back at home, dealing with a miscarriage on my own. I was the one who needed your help and if you weren't with her, you would be there on time and maybe the doctors could have done something to save our baby. The same baby you probably didn't even want to have. But that's a conversation you aren't ready to have. And I'm done." Y/N took a weary step back, her hands raised in surrender, making the choice for Ethan. If he wanted a break, she would make his wish come true. Even if it kills her, she will walk away.

But she was wrong. He did want that baby, as unexpected as it was. He dreamed of a little girl and the princess dresses he would buy for her and the ballet classes he would take her to and the pink room he would paint himself. Or a little boy he could teach football and video games and dancing that always made Y/N laugh wholeheartedly about. He did want it and he did blame himself and in a way he blamed her too. It wasn't fair, but he blamed everyone, the whole world.

"Ethan?" As if on cue, the woman who tore them apart had appeared, looking for Ethan who felt his whole world is falling apart. He was faced with his mistakes and the truth is never pretty. Y/N definitely didn't spare his feelings either.

"You're free to do whatever you want now. Have a happy life." She walked away as Grayson and Lisa pulled up to the restaurant, Grayson's booming voice screaming for her. But she couldn't look back for looking back would destroy her. If she looked back, she would see Ethan with that woman and that would be the last of her.

PART 2

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jiminspurpleheart · 5 years

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Thunderstorms

A/N: Just a little fluff. Feedback is always appreciated!

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I shot up from the mattress as the thunder crashed through the house. Panic swelled up in my chest and before my mind could override the sudden fear that crept over my mind like a dark cloud, I was calling out, “Ethan?” My hand searched for his larger hand in the darkness and I finally felt his warm calloused fingers and threaded them through my own. Lightning illuminated the room for a split second and I jumped with the crash.

I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, coming back to my senses. What was I doing calling out to Ethan like that? Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them and I angrily wiped them from my face, how pathetic was I? It was a little thunder, big whoop. Get over it, I told myself.

Ethan began to stir beside me and I immediately felt guilty. I watched as he rolled onto his side toward me and blinked slowly until his eyes landed on me. A deep frown pulled at his pink lips as he took in my frightened state. I was still clutching his hand in mine and I could feel a traitor tear fall over my cheek.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His gruff voice spoke before the hand that I was clutching came up to wipe away my tears.

Shame burned through me and I could feel my cheeks heating up as Ethan waited for a response. “I-I just….the thunder woke me. I’m sorry I woke you. I wasn’t thinking straight.” I lowered my gaze from his in embarrassment.

“Hey,” He spoke softly pulling me into his warm embrace, “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m here and Grayson’s down the hall, we won’t let anything hurt you, especially a little storm.” I could feel his chest rumble out a chuckle.

I nodded against his shoulder letting his words sink in and muscle by muscle I began to relax against him. He began to hum a tune and run his long fingers through my hair, something he knew always calmed me.

I sniffled quietly. “Shh. Go to sleep now. I’ve got you.”

I drifted slowly out of consciousness, dreaming of a boy with dark hair and comforting words.

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stardusttrashed · 5 years

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Extra G.D

Summary: Grayson ‘Extra’ Dolan decides to finally tell the fans he’s dating Y/n

Word Count: 2K+

Y/n looked in the mirror, repositioning the strand of hair that didn’t quite want to comply like the others. Her fingers toyed with the strand for what felt like the hundredth time in the past minute. And of course, it still wouldn’t fall in line with the others. Her nerves were getting the best of her despite all of Grayson’s encouraging words from the past week. Every attempt to busy herself to push her mind elsewhere wouldn’t avail the situation.

“It looks perfect princess,” Grayson whispered with a kiss to the shell of her ear- his arms securing their place around her waist. “You look absolutely- .” She hadn’t even noticed him walk up behind her, too engrossed in trying to make sure she looked picture perfect.

“Gorgeous,” Y/n finished his sentence in a defeated voice. “You tell me that everyday Gray. Even when I look like death,” she chuckled dryly. Her eyes shifted to meet his adoring gaze in the mirror.

Grayson laughed quietly, pulling her flush against him, “well I mean it. Every time. You take my breath away every day Y/n. There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think you look like an angel- scratch that, a goddess.” His lips curled up into a smile as he watched her roll her eyes and fight the blushy smile begging to come out. “And that’s exactly why I wanted to do this.”

“Are you sure it’s not just ‘cause your that ‘I invented being extra’ headass boyfriend?” Y/n cut in again, loving the small blush that’d bless his cheeks whenever she’d tease him. She squirmed in his grasp as he squeezed her side while glaring at her playfully- causing an awkward giggle mingled with a squeal to escape her lips. “I’m Grayson Bailey Dolan and regular selfies with my girl are too basic for me,” she continued, dropping her voice a few octaves to mimic his.

“You’re damn right they are. Especially when I plan on finally telling the fans you’re so much more than my friend. So, yes, I will be that extra boyfriend until the day you finally marry me.” He left a trail of kisses up from her shoulder to her neck, his plump lips gliding across her skin from one kiss to the next. “And then I’ll be your extra husband,” he added with a cheeky grin that made his whiskey eyes seem more like honey.

Y/n twisted around in his arms quickly before landing her hand on his chest with a quiet smack. Her embarrassed laughter only made his smile grow wider- the melodious tone filling the bathroom quickly.

“Okay okay! I can go ask E to take the pictures if that makes you feel better.” Grayson rubbed circles into the small of her back as his eyes searched hers for an answer- the way they softened notifying him of her approval before her lips relayed the message.

“As long as he’s not using a phone again,” she smiled as she reached up to cup his stubbly jaw- something she had to spend nearly a week trying to convince him to keep. “ ‘Cause last time we asked half of the pictures were of him.”

“You liked those and you know it,” Ethan cut in, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “Why am I being brought up again?”

“Gray wants to know if you’ll take pictures for us. He hired a photographer but- .”

“Wait. You were for real about that,” Ethan exclaimed, a dorky smile forming on his lips. “I thought you were joking when you told me about it. Can’t you just post old pictures and let the fans know.” Ethan looked over at Grayson’s deadpanned face, unsure whether his teasing or his suggestion was the cause of it. “Fine, I’ll go change,” Ethan grumbled, “ but only because I like Y/n so much.” He walked off before quickly dipping his head back into the bathroom, interrupting the two leaning in for what he assumed was another round of kisses. “Do I get a matching outfit too?”

Y/n gasped with excitement, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she looked up a Grayson with big pleading eyes. “That’d be super cute! Have us all matching for at least one picture- oh or for next Tuesday’s video!”

“I was totally joking, but now we have to. Are you seeing how excited she is?”

“Yeah Grayson Extra Dolan, please.”

Grayson looked back and forth between his smug brother and childishly excited girlfriend, weighing both possible answers in his mind before nodding reluctantly.

“We could wear the Dolan merch since I’m pretty sure that the only matching outfits we have. Unless you want to just pick a color.”

“Color,” Ethan exclaimed without a second thought. “I can’t have you two lovebirds messin’ up my style.” He ignored Y/n’s blatant eye roll and hushed ‘whatever’.

Y/n looked up at Grayson once again, waiting for his input on the idea. Her fingers lazily toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, gently running her fingers through the short strands. The sudden tension in his shoulders due to Ethan’s harmless poking hadn’t gone unnoticed. His internal struggle between giving in and wanting to stand against him was crystal clear. And she tried every way she could think of to let him know she noticed without outright saying it. Grayson smiled tenderly, appreciating her quiet attempts to soothe him.

Just as Y/n opened her mouth to suggest not going through with all three of them matching Grayson finally spoke up, hooking his fingers with her own. “Red? I like the way my girl looks in red.” He smirked down at Y/n for a moment before looking over at Ethan just in time to catch him rolling his eyes. He puffed his chest up proudly before swooping her up into his arms, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist.

“Hey, leave the sickening cute stuff for later when we take pictures,” Ethan grumbled as he dragged his feet off to his room.

“Trust me we’ve got more than enough.”

Y/n nuzzled her face into his neck- the soft skin of her nose grazing his neck in ways that made it hard for Grayson to do anything other than have a content smile plastered on his face. She nipped on his neck, “You’re wearing your crop top.” Grayson’s chest rumbled with laughter at her quiet demanding voice.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I like it a lot,” she hummed. He could feel her lips curling into a smile and he absolutely adored it.

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Ethan chuckled quietly to himself, completely drowned out by Y/n and Grayson belching lyrics at each other. When he agreed to take photos of them he figured Gray would drive. But no. Instead, Grayson had his limbs entangled with Y/n’s while they sat in the back like Ethan was a chauffeur. He sighed as he slowed to a stop in traffic. Suddenly it hit him. The best addition to Grayson’s post, at least for the two obnoxious lovebirds. Anytime he couldn’t take pictures he’d record them- making a mental note to edit it later. He fumbled around in the bag sitting in the passenger seat before pulling out the camcorder and setting it on the dashboard. He quickly adjusted the small device until it was focused on the pair.

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The burning sand dipped under their weight as Ethan searched for the ‘Goldilocks’ part of the beach as he kept referring to it. Groups of people thinned out to one or two people strolling aimlessly- the blazing sun only energizing their smiles.

“This is it,” Y/n whispered to Grayson with a quiet chuckle. She slipped her hand under his shirt, resting on the small of his back- her small thumbs in comparison rubbing circles into his warm skin. “Ethan’s finally going to leave us in the middle of nowhere so he can have some peace and quiet back home.”

Grayson let out a throaty chuckle at her comment and shook his head. As much as he and his brother loved each other her playful comment seemed completely probable. Between him and Y/n being practically linked at the hip and the way he’d have her laughing or moaning endlessly every chance he could just because the noises she makes were pieces of heaven. It wasn’t hard to see how Ethan could get annoyed to the point of ditching them.

Ethan stopped in his tracks, breaking Grayson’s train of thought with a proud smile. “Alright lovebirds, how about here?”

Y/n took in the secluded area- the clear sound of crashing waves mingling with Tame Impala streaming from the speaker in Ethan’s backpack. Scattered rocks and boulders a short distance away led to a towering cliff. The same cliff Grayson had finally convinced her to jump from on their third date. The low sun left the area in a picturesque glow, creating halos around each thing the light graced.

Y/n looked up at Grayson, biting back her gracious smile before turning back to Ethan. She nodded her head eagerly, “it’s perfect E. Right bub?”

“Maybe I should’ve just asked you in the first place,” Grayson chuckled as he finally let go of Y/n- still keeping her within arms distance.

“What can I say I’m pretty great.” Ethan flipped his imaginary hair over his shoulder with an eye roll. “Now say, cheese dorks,” he instructed as he pulled his phone out- circling around the pair as he searched for the best angle.

Y/n stepped further away from Grayson, copying his casual pose- resting her weight on one hip and stuffing her hand in the opposite pocket. It was hard for her to keep a straight cool face, his playful glare melting her where she stood.

She let out a quiet squeak as Grayson stuffed his hand in her back pocket furthest from him. Effortlessly he curled his arm, sending her tumbling back into his hold. “Is that how we’re playing tonight?” His gruff voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper- his soft growl making his words seem louder than in reality.

“What a girl can’t pose for a picture,” Y/n teased with a knowing smirk. She smoothed over the wrinkled fabric over his chest before resting right above his heartbeat. Despite the relaxing setting Grayson’s heart was hammering in his chest. Pounding against her hand in a rhythm that matched her own heart. “Everything okay bub?”

“Just soaking in my princess’s otherworldliness.” He craned his neck down until his lips met with her forehead. “I love you to bits.” Using his free hand he lifted her unto the tip of her toes so their nose would touch. He rubbed his own against the tip of her nose, laughing at the adorable way her’s would scrunch up.

“Stop,” Y/n whined in a giggle. She was hoping Ethan would chalk this all up to them being extra for the pictures. The last thing she wanted was to give him more fuel to his teasing.

“Not until you say it back,” Grayson breathed against her lips. He kissed her tenderly, lengthening the kiss with each word. “Say. it.” She shook her head defiantly, attempting to ignore the way his kiss left her legs weak. “Y/n,” he whined as he scooped her into his arms.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the small pout Grayson gave her. “Really Bailey?” She searched his whiskey eyes, hoping for him to budge, before letting out a sigh. “I love you too,” Y/n grumbled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She cupped his cheek, his stubble tickling her palms. “I love you tons. You’re my best friend and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. And most of all,” she paused for dramatic effect- taking the time to plant a kiss on his lips. “You’re a pain in my ass. E can we take group pictures now?” Her body stiffened for a second as Grayson sneakily squeezed her butt once again, huffing in disappointment. “We still have a few more hours of good light plus I’d love to get my best friend in here.” Y/n hopped down from Grayson’s grasp as she tried to convince Ethan. He maintained his uncertain gaze. Or maybe it was just him trying to say he didn’t want to do it anymore.

“Fine,” he caved, breaking into a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to turn down the girl childishly poking his side and tugging on his shirt. “Only if you pick me up,” he joked as he set up the camera stand.

“It’d be my honor.”

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Taking pictures together was a total blast. Y/n and Grayson were determined to prevent Ethan from feeling like a third wheel the entire time the three of them goofed off in front of the camera. Which unsurprisingly resulted in an amplification of jokes and teasing. It was like any time they’d invite Y/n to be in one of the videos- with more dorky poses thrown in just because. So much so that it wasn’t until the sun had completely disappeared that they decided to pack up the cameras. Calling an end to the little makeshift photo shoot. And even then their laughter echoed through the beach, rivaling the sound of the more aggressive waves.

Y/n stifled a yawn, dragging her now bare feet through the still warm sand. “Thanks, Bub for making me go through with this.” The cropped top hanging on Grayson made it easy for her to tiredly wrap her arms around his waist- relishing in the warmth. “And thanks E for dealing with us- today and every day. You’re the best,” she mumbled the last few words as the Jeep came into view. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her at the sight of Ethan’s Jeep waiting for them.

“What can I say, as annoying as you are together you’ve grown on me.” Ethan turned around in time to catch Grayson plant a lingering kiss on the crown of her head. He couldn’t deny the happiness that radiated off of Grayson whenever she was around. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to truly complain other than when they interfered with his sleep. It was clear Grayson was utterly smitten by her and most days the only time he’d get to show that side was at home. He didn’t blame Grayson for trying to keep his relationship with her hidden for so long- there were so many things that could go wrong. But there was only so much hiding one person could do.

“Hey bro,” Grayson called out quietly once they finished loading everything into the car including a half-awake Y/n. “Thank you. I really owe you.”

Ethan shrugged as they both climbed into the Jeep- the little sliver of the sun providing just enough light for them to clearly see each other still. “Just keep it quiet for at least two weeks and we’ll call it even.” He looked over at Grayson’s shocked and displeased face. “Fine one week, and a heads up. As much as you like hearing her moan that’s not- .”

“Deal.” Grayson chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her, allowing her to snuggle into his side as sleep her eyes fluttered sleepily. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with her cheek pressed to his chest and an arm slung over him. “She’s gonna hate me for this,” he thought aloud as he pulled his phone out. As stealthily as possible, he opened Snapchat and angled the camera towards her, capturing her content expression. He looked over the photo, unable to resist the urge to swoon over her. His thumbs moved across the screen, typing out ‘best feeling in the world’ followed by multiple hearts as fast as he could before posting it onto his story.

“I swear if you really just posted any kind of hint that you two are dating I’m going to kill you,” Ethan warned. “You could’ve done that earlier without dragging me out here. Or had me post a video of you two.”

“True, but now I can also say we have cheesy couple pics that we can post. Plus I could never have too many pictures of her.”

“Okay Grayson Extra Dolan, but now you definitely owe me two weeks.”

“A week and a half tops. That’s all you’re getting. And I can’t promise those noises won’t be replaced with her laughter.”

“I can handle that.”

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grantszn · 5 years

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🥵💦💦 — i just, i had to🥺

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sweetestgrethan · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Dolan Twins, Youtube RPF, Video Blogging RPF, Grethan

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan

Characters: Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan, Cameron Dolan

Additional Tags: Incest, Top Ethan Dolan, Bottom Grayson Dolan, Slightly slow burn, Grethan, quarantine fic, One Shot, set in new jersey, Twincest, lots of feelings!!

Summary: “You’re a freak.” Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering he’d been so non-combative about his increased interest in his own brother. When all Ethan did was chuckle under him, Grayson felt like slapping him across the face.

Or,

After deciding to quarantine back home, Ethan and Grayson get more than they bargained for when old feelings are rehashed. The question is, will either of them have the courage to act on their feelings, or will they be buried deeper than ever?

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honestandsincere · 5 years

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reputation

Y/n writes something that Ethan doesn’t like

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“This is preposterous! Totally and utterly absurd! It’s almost laughable!” “Mr Dolan, I’m terribly sorry-” “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Howard! This is my entire reputation we’re talking about here. This is slander!” “Again, Mr Dolan, if there’s anything I can do-” “Don’t publish the damn article, Howard!”

Ethan Dolan slams a tight fist onto the desk in front of him before pushing himself out of the worn leather chair. He grunts in frustration when his eyes meet his brother’s, sending him a look of warning. Rage pulses through him; he feels his forehead pound with stress. Ethan likes to think he’s untouchable, but this article might just be his downfall.

“I’m afraid, Mr Dolan, that the decision of whether or not the article should be published lies in the hands of its author,” Howard Benson, editor in chief of LIFE Magazine says calmly. Ethan takes a deep breath and walks past his brother towards the floor length window of the office, his eyes scanning the skyscrapers and seemingly tiny reflective pieces of glass. He chuckles in incredulity, knowing that if push comes to shove he could end the publication entirely. But he doesn’t want to destroy them just yet. “Forgive me, Howard, but aren’t you in charge of the final draft of the magazine? Surely this is all under your control?” “I wish I could do something about it, Mr Dolan. LIFE Magazine puts all responsibility in the hands of our journalists, that’s what makes us so unique.”

Ethan pivots quickly, his head snapping towards Benson’s direction, the cool facade he’d put on now fading. Grayson can see his brother is on the cusp of another verbal explosion but makes no attempt to stop him. “It makes you a joke of a publication! This article is about me, my business! I should have a say in what gets released!” “I understand that Mr Dolan, but you did agree to an unbiased interview. Miss y/l/n simply wrote about her observations.” Ethan clenches his jaw, walking back towards the so-called boss’ desk. He presses his palms against the mahogany, pushing his weight towards Benson, “What a pathetic excuse for a journalist, Howard. I should’ve known she would manipulate everything I said for clout, some kind of twisted kudos-”

“Ethan,” Grayson finally intervenes from the back of the room, “watch what you’re saying.” The older twin rolls his eyes, “If you read the article, Grayson you’d understand I’m entitled to an opinion on Miss y/l/n considering she shat all over our business’ name.” “Miss y/l/n has been one of our most esteemed writers for the past three years, Mr Dolan. She’s incredibly well received by our readers. This article is not a reflection of her work in its entirety,” despite being a man of maybe sixty, Howard Benson seems intimidated by Ethan’s presence.

Ethan pushes himself from the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. He feels as though he’s overheating, never has he been so disrespected in his entire career. “Bring her in,” he shrugs. “I’m sorry-” “Did I stutter, Howard? I said bring her in.” “Ethan, bro you’ve gotta calm down,” Grayson sighs. “When we’re filing for bankruptcy because the entirety of New York turns against us, I’ll calm down,” Ethan spits.

Benson reaches forward for his telephone and Ethan watches as he pushes a sequence of numbers into the machine. “Hi Mary, could you please send in y/n? Thank you,” he sounds tired, weary. He doesn’t look up to gauge Ethan’s reaction.

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“So, Mr Dolan, what was it that drew you to business?”

Ethan leans back into the plush velvet armchair of The Ritz-Carlton’s restaurant. He weaves his thick, ring-clad fingers together and pushes a small hum from his full lips. “I guess I’ve always had an entrepreneurial streak in me. My brother and I would sell candy during recess at school, I’ve always been good at selling.”

Y/n y/l/n taps her ballpoint pen against her chin after scribbling down each of his words, “Could you let our readers know what it is you do?” “My brother Grayson and I are what I like to call the ‘New Real Estate’. Dolan & Dolan buys derelict and abandoned plots of land across the city for huge companies like hotel chains or shopping complexes.” “Interesting,” she nods slowly, Ethan pays attention to the way her brow furrows in focus as she’s listening to him, “what project are you most proud of thus far?”

He takes a sip of his gin and tonic, letting the satisfying burn tingle the back of his throat. He swills the liquid around the crystal glass before speaking, “Last year we found a plot in Brooklyn, a real shabby place. It’s now just had planning permission from the council for a new Four Seasons Hotel. It’ll generate a few hundred jobs and will be superbly beneficial for the community.” Y/n grimaces, but he’s too busy checking his phone to notice. Ethan’s black pinstripe suit and shiny Gucci loafers make her feel a bit queasy, this man is wearing her month’s paycheck. She glances at her recording device that’s on the table in front of them. They’ve been talking for approximately ten minutes and she already knows she can’t stand the man.

His arrogance is disgusting; she didn’t miss the tone he used with the waiter when he explained that the table by the window had already been reserved. She notices the way he refuses the engage in any of her questions that don’t involve him. When she’d asked him about his opinion on the city’s new plan to cut carbon emissions he’d been incredibly nonchalant, and yet as soon as she’d referred to his success at the Business Awards earlier this year it was hard to get him to shut up. Y/n had done her research into Dolan & Dolan. She knows what they do. All this talk about ‘derelict and abandoned’ patches of land across the city is a joke. Essentially, they wipe out other businesses around them, forcing them to sell their office blocks or warehouses to the brothers who then go on to rake in millions from these huge chains. It’s foul play. There’s nothing commendable about it. But she’s not going to let Ethan Dolan know that she knows.

“So how do you go about sourcing this land, Mr Dolan?” she asks innocently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He smirks at her, loving the way she seems so dazzled by his presence, “Well, nobody loves this city as much as my brother and I. A lot of the time we head out into deprived areas and ask local people what kind of change they’d like to see in their communities. Most of the time they’re looking for business, something that’s gonna draw people to their corner of the world, y’know?”

Y/n hums in false agreement. Another lie. Ethan Dolan has never set foot in a ‘deprived’ area in his life. Dolan & Dolan’s main projects are based in the city center, the big highrise buildings that are constantly being refurbished are all down to them. Buying out businesses. Admittedly, y/n cannot hold him responsible for making people redundant. Having rifled through what must have been thousands of documents online, it seems that Dolan & Dolan employs those that worked for the businesses they destroyed. This young man in front of her, his pretense of integrity, is sitting on one of the biggest empires in the city. But he’s not a good man.

“Earlier this year, Vogue labeled you one of the ‘most eligible bachelors in the world’. How does that make you feel?” “I think you’re mistaken because I rank number one on that list,” he laughs at her, watching the way she clenches her jaw, “In all honesty, it doesn’t bother me.” Y/n wants to roll her eyes, his words seem humble and innocent but it’s his tone that gives him away. It’s like he knows this interview will look nothing but praising in print. Ethan Dolan is making her feel stupid. She hates it. “Finally, what are your aspirations for the future, Mr Dolan?”

Ethan leans towards her, setting his glass on the table and not breaking eye contact, “I guess, Miss y/l/n, I just wanna make the business world a better place for young philanthropists like myself.”

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Y/n y/l/n would be Ethan’s cup of tea if he didn’t hate her. She’s pretty, well dressed and clearly an educated young lady. He can’t stand her.

As she walks through Benson’s door, her wide smile falters. Y/n’s eyes meet Ethan’s and the softness of her features harden. She sends him a curt nod and shakes Grayson’s extended hand with mandatory politeness. Y/n looks like she belongs in an office, her pencil skirt, and crisp white shirt make her seem professional yet youthful. It’d be cute if he didn’t want to ruin her career. Howard has risen from his chair to greet y/n, an almost sympathetic look on his wrinkled face, “Miss y/l/n, thank you for joining us.” “Of course, Mr Benson, what can I do for you?”

Ethan scoffs, “Don’t play dumb.” Both Grayson and Benson seem shocked by his behavior. Y/n wasn’t expecting anything less, “Excuse me, Mr Dolan?” “You’re a smart girl, don’t mess me about,” he’s leaning against the window, not feeling the need to move towards her in order to assert his dominance. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to elaborate, Mr Dolan,” y/n remains composed. “That article you wrote, it’s very hyperbolic.” “Mr Dolan, I don’t write fiction.” “You seem to have dabbled in it, y/l/n.” “I wrote about my impressions of you and your business-” “You made up a whole lotta shit-”

“Ethan,” Grayson warns, cocking a brow at his brother. Ethan shoots him a look telling him to keep his mouth shut. “Have you read this magazine before, Mr Dolan?” she asks, walking to the water machine beside Benson’s desk. “Of course I have,” he rolls his eyes. “Well then you’d know our motto,” she pours herself a glass of water and cradles it in her hands. Y/n watches as Ethan straightens himself into a standing position and holds the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I don’t see how your motto relates to this issue, Miss y/l/n.” “The Elegance Of Honesty Needs No Adornment,” she says as if it were a universally known fact. Howard Benson nods. Ethan sends him a glare. He stops nodding.

“You see, Mr Dolan as a journalist not only am I paid to be honest, it’s my duty to provide our readers with the integrity and honesty they deserve to be given.” “Again, this is not relevant.” “Mr Dolan, you lied to me during our interview, I couldn’t not write about that.” her tone is firm. “You have no right to include information beyond our interview in your article. I agreed to be featured on your cover as New York’s youngest businessman, not to be ridiculed,” Ethan looks at her with so much intensity it’s a wonder he doesn’t bore holes through her eyes. “I’m sorry that the truth angers you, Mr Dolan. Is there anything I can do for you?” “Don’t publish the article, y/n,” this is the first time she’s heard him say her name, it sounds alien in his accent, almost wrong. “Mr Dolan, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Ethan groans, “I’ll sue!” he exclaims, “I’ll take you to court for slander.” He expects her to respond, but y/n doesn’t flinch. She knows the truth. She knows what he’s like. Howard Benson begins to panic, he sends y/n a look of worry. LIFE Magazine cannot afford a court case, not one filed by Ethan Dolan. “Your integrity as a publication will be severely maimed, I’m sorry Howard. But Miss y/l/n has given me no choice.” Benson squeezes his eyes shut, deliberating what he should do. Y/n turns to watch him, praying he won’t give in to Dolan. “Y/n, I’m so sorry but...”

Grayson sighs in relief, Ethan’s smile is as wide as the horizon and Y/n’s eyes are the size of saucers. Never once has Howard undermined the magazine’s main principle. She’s outraged. “Mr Dolan, I apologize for the inconvenience,” Howard says begrudgingly. “Thank you, Howard. I always knew you were a good guy,” Ethan walks past y/n and extends a hand or Benson to shake. Y/n has never seen her boss look so defeated. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Lewis,” Ethan smirks turning to look at her. She says nothing, staring at his attractive face and feeling sicker by the second. He pats her shoulder almost sympathetically and walks towards the door, Grayson following him.

Y/n waits for them to leave before she moves. She looks to Howard, “I’ll start writing a new piece,” she says. He opens his mouth to respond but he can’t seem to say anything. Y/n sighs and turns on her heels.

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Ethan Dolan : The City’s Brightest

He can’t deny it sounds good. It looks good too, his face plastered on every newsstand, the entire city seeing his suited glory. His hair is swept in a mass of styled curls, his scruff makes him appear rugged but professional. He always does photograph well.

His inbox is full. Every one of his contacts desperately praising him for the brilliant article. Everybody fawning over his generosity and admirable need to give back to the community. He’s witty, considerate and intelligent. Y/l/n’s words couldn’t have painted him in a better light. Ethan almost likes her. Almost.

Ethan Dolan is undeniably attractive, in his looks and his mannerisms. He is nothing short of welcoming, polite and respectful. As he looks over Central Park with an animated smile, he seems young; in awe of this city and all it has to offer. He speaks of his family with a warm fondness that’s hard to find in many of his generation, his close ties to home echoing in his business today...

Ethan feels like he can breathe now. There’s nothing he can fault. He has no qualms, it’s perfect. He almost wants to reach out to her, maybe follow her on Instagram just to show his gratitude. Ethan would quite like to see her again, maybe talk to her a little more. He likes that she's so headstrong. He lays the magazine out on his desk and exhales in relief. His face stares back at him in black and white, the headline blinding but brilliant.

Grayson walks into their shared office, a small spring in his step. He hands Ethan the coffee he'd asked Carol, their assistant to go and get from downstairs. Ethan thanks him. "It's a great article bro," Grayson chuckles as he flops into his leather swivel chair and spins himself around, "that y/n can write." "Yeah, I know," Ethan nods, sipping his now lukewarm drink. "I googled how many readers LIFE gets," Grayson continues, logging into his computer on the desk that's opposite Ethan's. "Really?" "Yep! Take a wild guess of how many New Yorkers now think you're the 'Brightest'," "I dunno, like a million?" Grayson snorts, "4 mil, bro! Plus another like 20 million online!"

Ethan's eyes widen. This is insane, incredible even. The business will be booming in the next few days, he's sure of it. The Dolan Twins will be on the guest list for every event the city has to offer. He can see TV interviews, more magazine articles, the paparazzi swarming around the double doors of Dolan & Dolan HQ. Ethan can picture summer in the Hamptons with all of their clients, polo games and champagne. 24 million. "Thank God they never published the first draft," he laughs to himself, setting his coffee down on the desk and picking up the magazine. "I never got to read it," Grayson shrugs, "what was so bad about it anyway?"

Suddenly Ethan's chest feels tight. His hands are now clammy and his head starts to pound. He's broken into a cold sweat and suddenly his suit feels about three sizes too small. Y/n y/l/n knows. She knows everything. This young woman with 24 million readers knows all about Dolan & Dolan. She probably still has that first article lurking in a folder on her goddamn laptop. Ethan feels sick. There's no way he can let that get out. He'll die before that article gets published.

His head snaps up to look at Grayson, "Get LIFE on the phone. I need to speak to my new best friend."

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I should be studying but instead I wrote this! Big shoutout to @babyboydxlan for the pic. Hope you guys liked this! I kinda wanna make it a series, but let me know your thoughts! Lots and lots and lots of love!! xxx

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