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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙.

PAIRING: grayson dolan x fem!reader WARNINGS: creepy guys GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: heart to heart by mac demarco WORD COUNT: 813

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you had been walking home from the club, stumbling a little in your heels, feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol that you recently consumed, but feeling more anger than anything else.

standing on the edge of the curb, rummaging around in your bag looking for your phone. cursing yourself for mindlessly tossing it in there earlier.

"hey honey! looking for a good time?" you stopped searching for it, slightly glancing up through your lashes at the older man in worn down clothes started to make his way over towards you.

his arms stretched out with a drunken smirk.

"no thank you." with that said you turned back to what you were doing previously, not realising the man had gotten even closer to you than before.

him wrapping his arms around you, letting out a scream telling him to get off of you and to leave you alone.

cursing yourself for leaving so late and to make matters worse there not being many cars or people around.

that's when you thought you were thoroughly fucked. hands struggling against his tall figure, even as you thrashed against him - you weren't able to overpower him. regretting not slipping your pepper spray into your handbag since you assumed thay you were gonna stay with friends.

"hey! she said to let her go."

the creep soon let his calloused hands slip away from you slightly to find where the voice was coming through, as he did - a fist was met with his jaw and he fell to the floor with a thud, the kind stranger gently pushed you behind him.

towering over the bastard, yelling all sorts of profanities. the creep just laid there holding his jaw before scrambling off of the floor in the other direction.

you were now shivering from the cold and adrenaline, just thankful for his timing. wrapping your arms around yourself as your teeth chattered.

"hey, hey it's okay now. he's gone, here take this!" that's when he shrugged his hoodie off and pushed it onto your shoulders, not really questioning anything, pulling it tighter around your body.

your eyes had been stuck looking at your feet since he had helped you, slightly shaken up.

you were pleasantly surprised when you did lock eyes with the stranger, his hazel eyes shining in the streetlight that hovered above the both of you.

he had such pretty eyes -- scratch that all of him was pretty! well from what you could see at least. plump lips, kind eyes, fluffy hair. he easily stood at six foot. towering over you like the other guy did but this time you felt no threat.

a wide and contagious smile spread across his features one that reached his eyes.

"bit of a bad way to start off an introduction, but hi i'm grayson!"

his arm stretched out lending a hand to shake yours, you accept the gesture by giving his a soft shake returning it with your own name.

"yo gray! what happened..?" another voice was heard from behind you, still feeling jumpy turning around quickly, shuffling back to grasp grayson's arm and try to hide yourself behind his large build.

"hey, hey it's okay. i know him, he's my brother you're safe." grasping your hand in his.

as the other person came into view, he looked alot like the one that had just helped you. removing your hold on gray, still standing firmly at his side.

"some asshole tried forcing himself on her, not that she needed my help, but i kinda decked him then he ran off." the twin clicked his tongue, shaking his head his eyes flickering from the ground to you, checking you over.

"deserved. are you alright..?"

realising he was speaking to you, you stopped playing with the hoodie sleeve. "y/n and yeah it was a bit of a shock, i was just lucky that grayson was nearby when it occurred." your voice still a bit shaky from the encounter.

it was decided that the twins wanted to make sure you got home alright, you protested, but your complaints fell upon deaf ears.

they were even kind enough to buy you a hot chocolate at a near by diner beforehand.

the drive to your house was silent, all was heard was the clicking of the turn indicator every now and then. a soft pop song played in the background as you zoned out.

it didn't take long to get to your house, them both wished you a farewell as you started to walk to your front door not before putting your number into gray's phone, he said for quote on quote 'if you ever need to be saved again' with a wink.

closing the wooden door, leaning your back up against it, a small grin laid on your lips as you took off your heels.

realising that you still had his hoodie on.

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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onlyyyariii · 2 years

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You’re…pregnant?

Ethan Dolan/Reader oneshot

Reader POV

Y/N is your name

Y/N/N is your nickname

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I'm about to start filming my video to wish Ethan and Grayson a happy birthday, when I feel suddenly ill. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Oh my god, this has been happening for about a week now. I think it's food poisoning or something. Two weeks ago I missed my period. I talked to Tana about it and she thinks I might be pregnant. There's no way! Well I mean obviously I "did it" but I'm 19! I'll be 20 in 14 days. I'm dating Ethan Dolan. I've been friends with the twins for a long time and we haven't released to our fans that we're dating yet. None the less I bought a pregnancy test a few days ago. I want to take it but I'm scared. What if I am pregnant? Will Ethan support me? Will his mom support us? This is so much pressure.

I go into my filming room and grab the camera. Might as well document this, because if I am pregnant I'll definitely have to make a video about it. I grab the box out of the cabinet and read the directions. I sigh and turn on the camera.

"Hey guys so today's video might be a little different. I've been sick for a few days and I thought it was food poisoning but then I missed my time of the month. I'm here today about to take a pregnancy test."

I hold up the box for the camera.

"I'm nervous and scared, so let's do it."

I cut the camera and take the test. I have to wait about 10 minutes but that seems like forever. What will I do if it says I'm pregnant? I don't want to tell Ethan over the phone. I'll have to drive to his house. What if he leaves me? I can't deal with that. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. My throat suddenly feels very dry. If I am pregnant than I'll have to make a video for that and Ethan and I will have to tell everyone we're dating. I feel like this is all my fault. It's not because it takes two people to tango... if you know what I mean. I look at the clock and there's about 3 minutes left.

Oh my god. I might be having a Dolan child. Oh my god, the baby will be so cute. I hope he/she looks like Ethan. What if... oh my god what if it's twins? Twins would run in his genes because he's a twin. Oh my god I could be having the next Dolan Twins. I start crying. The tears stream like warm rivers running down my face. My phone dings and I see it's a text message.

From Love 💜:

Could you come over today?

To Love 💜:

Of course. I'll be there in 20.

From Love💜:

Okay great. See you then. 😘

I love him so much, I can't even imagine my life without Ethan in it. If I'm pregnant, will he leave me? I look at the clock again to see that 10 minutes is up. I turn on the camera and look into the lens.

"Ten minutes is up. Let's go check it out."

I let out a shaky breath and let a nervous smile creep onto my face. I walk into the bathroom and hold up the test.

I smile and look towards my stomach. I have a baby in there. I never thought this would happen so early but, it couldn't feel more right. I know Ethan is the person I want to marry and have kids with.

"Looks like I'm having a Dolan baby."

I hold up the test to show the camera and smile. I shut the camera off and hold the pregnancy test towards my heart. My first baby with the love of my life. I can't wait to see his reaction.

(At the twins house)

I pull up and get out of the car, making sure to slide the pregnancy test into the pocket of my hoodie. I grab my camera turning it on.

"Let's go tell Ethan he's gonna be a daddy. Oh my god should I walk into his room and be like hi daddy? Wouldn't that be funny? I think I'm gonna do it."

I walk up to their front door and open it.

"I'm here!" I yell.

"Y/N!" Grayson yells, running out of the kitchen.

"Hey Gray!"

He runs over and hugs me tightly.

"Where's E?"

"He's laying in his room."

"Okay we'll be right down."

"Don't get any disgusting shots of me in this video."

"Trust me," I say smirking towards the camera, "I won't."

As he's walking away I zoom into his ass.

"Damn Gray be thick."

I giggle walking towards Ethan's room. I throw open his door once I get there. I'm still filming. I don't let him know I'm filming though.

"Hey daddy."

"Ooh that's weird." He laughs lightly.

"It's true."

"Haha yeah I guess."

"Hey E?"

He turns towards me with a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong babe?"

"Nothing's wrong per say I just-"

"Don't beat around the bush."

"Okay then. I'm pregnant." I say, pulling out the pregnancy test from my pocket.

He grabs it and his mouth drops open.

"You're... pregnant?"

"Yeah."

I feel tears on my face. Ethan continues to stare at the test as tears run down his face.

"I'm going to be a dad?"

"Yeah babe."

He looks at me.

"You're going to be a dad."

He smiles and wraps me up into his arms.

"I'm going to be a dad!" He screams.

We sit there hugging and he kisses me. I'll never get sick of his kisses. Grayson runs into the room with a shocked expression on his face. Ethan stands up.

"GRAY I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!"

Grayson runs over hugging Ethan as well. Then he grabs me and pulls me into their hug.

"I'm gonna be an uncle!"

Tears run down his face as well. Ethan crouches down and kisses my stomach.

"Y/N/N we're going to have a baby."

"We are." I smile.

"We have to tell my mom."

"I think we should tell her and Cameron in person."

"I agree with Y/N. Plus we were heading to Jersey for our birthdays and Christmas anyways." Grayson says, nodding.

"Let's do it. You have your bags already packed at your house right babe?"

"That I do."

"Grayson go pack your bags and I'll pack mine. Y/N you make sure you have that test."

"I will."

Grayson runs out of the room and into his room down the hall.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah Ethan?"

"I love you."

I smile. He loves me.

"I love you too."

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It’s been too long since I did a reader oneshot! Figured I might update all the stories I have on here that aren’t posted yet. They’re all on Wattpad so it shouldn’t take too long. Hope you guys enjoyed! :)

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planetdolans · 5 years

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g.d ☾ reaction ( fluff )

✾ IMAGINE ✾ Helping the twins shoot their next video, Grayson having a heavy built crush for you. He listens to every single one of your words, but can’t help but smile/laugh whenever you’d do/say something incredibly cute.

“You're just so cute, I can’t help myself N/n.”

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Bubba can you write car sex with gray please ?

“if you even think about touching yourself, im pulling this car over and fucking you in the back seat.”

grayson growled as he watched you tease yourself by edging your hand lower to your pussy. you were dripping and aching for him, ever since he had purposely teased you under the table during a dinner with your family, you craved the feeling of his dick. you were desperate for the feeling of grayson deep inside your guts, filling you up and treating you like his little cum slut.

the only issue was you were 45 minutes away from home after having driven to an out of town restaurant your parents had insisted you dined at that evening.

“need you daddy, please-please touch me.”

grayson let out an animalistic growl when he pulled up to a red light and turned to see you slipping your hand into your panties, rubbing and teasing your clit as you collected your wetness, before removing your hand to bring up to your lips and suck on. you made sure not to break eye contact with an incredibly turned on grayson, who’s pants suddenly felt a lot tighter.

the sudden feeling of him stepping on the acceleration made your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you as you anticipate his next move. you watched his eyes darken as he pulled up onto a deserted road with dim street lights. you were grateful it was bearing on midnight night, so no one would be around to witness what was about to go down in the back of grayson’s brand new green truck.

this was one way to break the new vehicle in.

apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, waiting for grayson to make the first move. grayson’s lips were on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats in order to be closer to you.

it’s hungry, sloppy and desperate, with grayson moaning into your mouth when your hands wrap against his neck and softly pull at his hair.

“get in the back,” it’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. one that has heat rising between your legs and prompting you to pull away from him abruptly, scrambling over the the front seat to get in the back as quickly as you can. your dress rises up when you climb over, which allows grayson to send a firm smack to your exposed arse cheek.

grayson joins you seconds after, his large frame hovering above yours as you lag spread ready for him on the back seat. his mouth catches yours once again, how hands tugging at your shirt in demand for you to rid of it. he was desperate or skin on skin contact, his favourite way to make love to his girl. it made him feel closer to you when he could feel your heart beating agasint his own.

“so pretty, all for me huh, mama.?”

“yo-yours.”

his large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. his body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how hard he is, rubbing into you against your thigh. grayson pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“please, grayson,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

grayson’s brow quirks upright, a single digit pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “please, what baby?” he drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. that being, you, desperate for his touch.

hou groan, throwing your head back as another digit slides inside, fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly wide. you try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “just fuck me already grayson, p-pplease,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

“fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. his heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre cum rolling down the side of his length.

“ride me, sweetheart.” grayson sits back, arms lifting above his head and unintentionally flexing as he waits for you to put yourself to work on his lap. deeming this the best position to get the most pleasure due to your limited space.

“put my dick inside you. f-fuck- thats it my good girl.”

you’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “god, daddy, fuckkkk—” the added pressure of you sinking down as he thrusts up to meet your hips is almost enough for you to cum, and grayson knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

his lips crash agasint yours to muffle your moans. a kiss so sloppy, teeth clashing together and tongues dancing.

your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body. a broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his skin and toes curling.

“love your dick daddy, love feeling so full.”

“my little slut. such a whore for daddy’s dick, cum baby. i know you want too.”

grayson gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly. fingertips bruising your delicate skin as his thrusts become sloppy and your legs begin to tire.

loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. when he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

“holy fuck. that was-“

“i love you.”

“i love you more sweetheart.

“love you and your tight little pussy.”

you let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath, still tucked deeply inside you. it’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent.

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mindofharry · 3 years

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hi bub. i just want to have early morning cuddles with gray. the type where you can’t form full sentences and yeah 🤕

The morning time is a special time for you and grayson.

Although you live together, you barely see each other. You have work during the day and the grayson edits during the night. Of course, you find ways to spend time together like right now and every morning. When you both wake up you bring eachother into a cuddle, sometimes you talk other times you just enjoy eachothers company.

That’s what you love about your relationship with grayson. You don’t have to speak to enjoy the time together. You know from the way his heart beats if he hates what you’re doing.

But grayson loves mornings with you.

The way his arms are wrapped around small body and your legs intertwined with his. You hair usually across his face, he doesn’t care though. He loves the way there always a whistle when you breathe and that no matter what, you always have to have your feet touching his.

The comfort you guys both get from being intertwined with eachother is almost euphoric. Like nothing you’ve ever endured before.

1 hour can feel like 5 minutes when you cuddled up next to grayson.

You’d like to spend the rest of your life having euphoric moments with grayson dolan.

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333dolans · 4 years

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C3 & C92 with gray pleasee🥺

Prompt list

C3, C92- “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” “I’m going to sleep on couch tonight.”

“Y/N, please just talk to me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. You need to tell me so I can, you know? Not do it again?” Gray pleaded with you through the bathroom door. Just moments ago you were both cuddled up on his bed under a fuzzy blanket, legs intertwined and eyes heavy with the sleepiness that weighed your eyelids down. Now? You had abruptly got up from your place in his arms before making a quick dash and proceeding to lock yourself in the bathroom without so much as a word. As he’d followed after you, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

Gray was confused to say the least, you had been talking to him about your day, which he followed with a brief description of what he had gotten up to with Ethan as they were in the midsts of filming a big series for their channel. Snapping back to the current moment where he found himself sliding down to the floor, head resting on the wall, he desperately began to rack his brain for anything that could of pissed you off. Why were you angry with him?

He was once again brought out of his thoughts by a sound that made his blood run cold. His ear pressed against the wood, he heard the faint, steady sound pick up speed and volume. You were crying. He could handle you being mad at him but crying because of him? Absolutely not. “Babe, please” He was begging now.

Just as he was contemplating kicking that damn door down himself, he heard the lock twist and the door crack open slightly followed by your croaky voice, “Im going to sleep on the couch tonight.” You sounded so fragile, insecure. Gray knew better than to try and argue with you, you were a stubborn one and when you knew what you wanted you were set on it. “It’s ok, take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

As the sun began to light up the room, the rays making their way in through the blinds, you were instantly reminded of last nights events when you reached out to your left, greeted with cold sheets. You felt guilty, you weren’t upset because of him. You were angry with the universe and he just so happened to be the one you lashed out at.

Sliding your feet into your slippers as you finished tying the belt of your robe, you made your way out to the living room to apologise. You were met with the smell of pancakes, god were you craving them. A smile graced your lips as you headed for the kitchen. That smile faltered when you were met with Gray sat at the kitchen table, chomping on his breakfast, no sight of a plate saved for you. This pissed you off, you knew you had no reason to be annoyed. It was 7am and you didn’t normally wake up until around 10am on your days off. Of course he wouldn’t of made you breakfast at this time, but today? You weren’t happy.

“Nice of you to offer me some.” You commented bitterly. If looks could kill, Grayson Dolan would be a dead man walking. “Seriously Y/N? We’re not 7 anymore.” He rolled his eyes. God you needed to get your feelings in check because you could now feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Why were you crying?! You had started all of this. Grayson saw your change in expression and was instantly at your side.

“What is it bub? come on, you can talk to me.” Gray tried, warm hand reaching for yours but you pulled away. “It’s none of your business.” You sassed. Honestly, you don’t know why you were being so petty, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just so afraid of what he’d say when you told him. You turned on your heel, about to flee again. “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” With that you froze, he’d heard you? Did that mean he’d heard you throwing up last night? “fuck” you thought to yourself.

You slowly looked up to meet his eyes. You were afraid for his reaction. You knew he loved you but you’d only been together for just under a year. Was it all too soon? As much as you wished you could avoid it, you knew he would find out eventually, whether you told him or not. “Don’t be mad?” You whispered faintly. “Of course not, you just worried me is all.” He cupped your tear stained cheek in his palm, the touch comforting you. You took in a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant.”

The words seemed to echo in the small space between you. Silence. You knew it was too soon, it was no secret that Grayson longed to be a father more than anything, but 10 months into the relationship? They were still so young, so much they wanted to do before settling down for a domestic life together. You felt your stomach wrench. You’d ruined everything.

Grayson on the other hand, was in shock. Was this a dream? Surely it had to be. This. This was the moment he’d waited for all of his life. He was going to be a father and best of all, the mother of his unborn child, the absolute love of his life. He saw a hint of hope flash across her eyes after she spoke, but it faded after just a few seconds, replaced with fear. Fuck! He’d hadn’t said anything yet, leaving her in her to overthink his lack of reaction.

Without missing another beat, he took her shaking hands into his bigger ones and brought them to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to them. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and buried his head into her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. He pulled back to look at her face, “I’m going to be a dad?” His eyes began to tear up. She matched the smile on his face before letting out a sharp breath of a relief. “Yes, and the best one too. I know it may be too soon-“ Grayson cut her off with a passionate kiss. “No love, it’s perfect.”

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curedblues · 4 years

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Grayson said he wants a daughter ASAP. i mean he can put a baby in me if he wants.

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preferredrealty · 3 years

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Speechless - A Grayson Dolan Imagine/Blurb/Drabble?

I don’t know the difference between a Imagine/Drabble/Blurb. Can someone explain?

Anyways it’s short and cute

Country Music wasn’t exactly Grayson’s go to genre. Honestly he rarely listened to it. Of the top of his head he knows maybe one song? Possibly two but (Y/N) moved in with him, Country music seemed to consume him.

It was slowly creeping into his playlist, getting stuck on a loop in his head, a mindless hum he did while doing the dishes.

However if there is one occasion he loved to hear country music, it was nights like tonight.

Ethan and Kris were out on a date, Grayson had spent the evening working out and editing while (Y/N) worked on some course work for University. Curled up on the couch, laptop on her knee, snuggled into Grayson’s sweater.

As he stepped into the living room, freshly showered and in a pair of sweats he paused. Gone was his girlfriend he had intended to cuddle with. Her laptop was sat neatly on the couch, a text book resting on top of it.

Then he smelt it. She was baking.

The hum of music met his ears as he walked towards the fireplace, watching as (Y/N) rolled something out of the kitchen island.

Her phone sat near her playing a familiar song.

“hmm – every time you walk into the room – hmm- speechless.” She sang along softly asks she lifted the pastry she had made, laying it over the still steaming apple pie filling in the pie casing. She placed the pie in the oven to bake, jumping as arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“You leave me speechless every day.” Grayson pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

(Y/N) grinned as she turned to face him, her arms coming up around his neck. “I could say the same thing about you babe.” She tiptoed to press her lips to his. Grayson smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at the timer she had set for the oven. “Smells good.” He hummed.

“New recipe, you always said you loved the smell of my Apple Pie so I found a Vegan recipe.”

Grayson looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “God you’re perfect.” He kissed her cheek, swaying them slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I’m speechless, you already know that you’re my weakness. After all this time I’m just as nervous...I’m speechless.” Grayson sang sweetly into her neck as they danced. (Y/N) giggled pulling back from him.

“I knew I would convert you to country music.” She teased kissing his cheek.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He huffed

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dolantwinsfavss · 4 years

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Meant To Be {g.d}

Always (Part 2) // Masterlist

“Gray?” You mumbled after waking up to realize that Grayson’s side of the bed hadn’t been slept on.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you noticed a faint light coming from the living room and got out of bed, wrapped yourself in a blanket and headed to the living room to see a very tired Grayson on his laptop while Ethan slept beside him.

“Hey why are you still up?” You whispered before yawning.

“Hmm?” Grayson slowly blinked before saying, “Oh um we’re editing a video... What are you doing up?”

“I woke up and realized you weren’t in bed yet.” You sighed sitting next to him, “I thought you were going to go to bed early tonight.”

“Y-Yeah. I was but then things weren’t working out the way we wanted them to and I guess I just lost track of time?” Grayson said never taking his eyes off the screen.

You could see how tired he was. He was trying so hard to stay awake, eyelids drooping every few minutes and rubbing his face with his hands. You hated seeing him like this, sacrificing his own health for work... once again.

You reached over and softly scratched the nape of his neck which he instinctively leaned into. “You promised you would stop pulling all nighters for videos remember?”

“I know I know. It’s just we promised our fans the video would be up tomorrow and I don’t want to let them down.” Grayson said softly, finally looking into your eyes. You could see that he truly wanted to keep his promise. He absolutely hated it when he broke any promise and that’s just the way he was. Someone who was always true to his word. Always wanting others to be happy.

“Grayson. Your fans will understand if the video isn’t out tomorrow. They know how hard you guys work on them and how far you’ve come to put videos out for yourself, not their views.” You explained softly, hoping you would be able to change his mind.

“I just... I know. I know what we said about not having a deadline or rushing to put out a video, but sometimes I still feel guilty for being selfish.” Grayson admitted with sorrow in his voice.

In that moment you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. The man who always wears his heart on his sleeve, despite being fucked over so many times, feels selfish for putting his happiness above others.

You placed your hand on his cheek and brushed his soft skin with your thumb while saying, “Grayson Bailey Dolan. You are the least selfish person I know. Don’t say that putting your own health and happiness above others is being selfish because you’re not. You’re finally taking care of yourself after all these years. And your fans will love and support you endlessly as will I, but how can they do that when you’re not taking care of yourself? You have to put yourself first, no matter what or who, including me. It breaks my heart to see you're pushing yourself to the point of burning out. So please don’t ever say that you’re selfish.”

Grayson knew you were right. You were always right. Somehow you always knew what to say at the right time. And that’s what he loved most about you.

Grayson rested his head on yours and closed his eyes. “I love you.” He softly mumbled, not knowing what the right words were to say in that moment.

“I love you too.” You smiled before pulling him into a soft kiss.

You pulled away and put the laptop to sleep, “Now go get ready for bed while I try to get Ethan to go his bed so he doesn’t complain about his back hurting tomorrow.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on you forehead before walking towards his room.

Somehow you managed to get Ethan into bed, but before you were able to close his door, you heard, “Y/N?”

“Yeah E?”

“Thank you for taking care of Grayson.” Ethan said with a smile on his face before falling back asleep. He didn’t know it at the time, but his words made you smile.

“Goodnight E.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said before you closed his door to head back to Grayson’s room.

When you got to the room, Grayson was already asleep. As you laid next to him, you couldn’t help but to stare. How can someone look so perfect and be so perfect?

“Like what you see?” Grayson mumbled into his pillow, opening one eye to look at you, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You chuckled, “I would, but I think I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”

He reached over and pulled you into his chest, wrapping your legs with his. “Your feet are so cold.” Grayson said, making the both of you laugh.

“I know. They’re always cold but that’s why I have you to warm them up for me.” You said, leaning your forehead against his chest.

For the remainder of the night, the two of you laid in each other’s arms, mindlessly drawing shapes on each other until Grayson whispered, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about our future together?” He asked, feeling his heart race when you didn’t answer him right away.

Truth was, you have. For a while now actually. You’ve pictured the way he would propose, the day of your wedding, even starting a family with him. Grayson has been the only person everything has felt right with. You never knew what love felt like until you met him.

“Yeah all of the time.” You spoke softly before placing a kiss on his chest. “Have you?”

“Yeah. For our wedding, we’ll be surrounded by all of the people we love and I know from the moment you walk down that aisle, I’m going to start crying because of how happy I am to finally spend forever with you. And for our honeymoon, we’ll go wherever you like. Just the two of us. It’ll be unforgettable, a time to start the beginning of our lives together. Then when we’re ready, we’ll start a family. Have a house right next to Ethan just like him and I have always dreamed. Maybe we’ll have kids at the same time as Ethan so then they can all grow up together. And maybe we’ll have twins just like how Ethan and I are. We’ll travel the world and be so happy. Then we’ll grow old and smelly together because we’re meant to be.”

You knew this wasn’t going to be anytime soon, probably years from now, but the fact that he’s thought about all of this or the thought of him mentioning spending the rest of his life with you to his mom, Ethan, and Cameron, made your heart melt.

“I love that. It’s everything I’ve always dreamed of.” You softly said

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my angel. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

“I love you too.” You said as the two of you fell asleep in each others arms.

This is where you were meant to be. Right here with the love of your life. The two of you were meant to be.

But wasn’t always like this.

You were happy... a long time ago.

You were the couple everyone wished they could be. Everyone was sure would get married and live the perfect lives destined for each other. But it broke your heart knowing the future you once envisioned with the boy you loved was slipping away day by day.

One day you were so in love with each other, planning your wedding, how many kids you would have... And the next... it was like you were strangers again.

But tonight was different. It seemed like every little fight was leading to the biggest fight you’ve ever had and it scared you knowing what might come next.

“Would you stop walking away from me when I’m trying to talk to you?!” Grayson shouted as he followed you into the house.

“Fine. You want to talk? Let’s talk. Let’s talk about how you were kissing another girl tonight.“ You said slamming the keys on the counter before turning around to face an angry Grayson.

“I pushed her away! You saw me do it!”

“Yeah that was after I caught you shoving your tongue down her throat!” You said shaking your head, “God knows if I wasn’t there, you’d be doing a lot more than just making out.”

“You’re one to talk...” Grayson scoffed while crossing his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You shouted angrily at him, not ready to believe the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

“It means I shouldn’t be the one who should be accused of cheating when you’re the one who’s been flirting with every guy you see!”

Is he actually being serious? Did he really think that you would cheat on him? I am so fucking in love with him that it hurts. But it hurts even more to think that he thinks I would...

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Do you really think that I would cheat on you?!” You shouted, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He didn’t say a word, but that’s all what you needed for an answer. He really believed you would...

“You know what? I’m done. Do whatever you want, but I’m not going to stand here and be accused of something I would never do.” You managed to say as your voice broke before leaving Grayson standing in the living room.

You were angry, hurt, and betrayed. Never have you felt so much pain in your life, especially with Grayson. Your whole entire relationship was filled with nothing but love and happiness. It was hard to believe that in this moment you would feel so empty.

Your vision became blurry as tears spilled from your eyes. You couldn’t stay there anymore. You just couldn’t... so you began to pack your bags until you were interrupted by the one your heart still yearned for.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Grayson said with a quiet voice as he stood in the doorway, praying his mind was just playing tricks with him.

“I don’t know anymore. I don’t know.” You said continuing to throw your things into your bags, not daring to look at Grayson because you knew if you stopped, you would break down right then and there.

“St-stop we can fix this. Just stop... please.” Grayson said walking towards you as he continued to watch you.

“Grayson. Just leave me alone!”

“Y/N we can talk about this! Just please stop!” He begged, but you wouldn’t listen.

“No Grayson! I’m so tired of fighting for something that doesn’t exist!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, not moving from his spot.

“You! Me! Us! Don’t you get it? We barely talk to each and when we are we’re at each other’s throats!” You said as more tears fell.

“If you would just talk to me, we can work this out.” Grayson said, feeling himself begin to choke up.

“But we can’t Grayson! Every time we try to, it always leads back to us fighting over and over ag-” By now the tears were streaming endlessly and Grayson knew that if he didn’t do something now, he would lose you forever.

Grayson quickly grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his chest. You didn’t even try to fight him. It was no use. Even after all the screaming and crying, you still couldn’t help but to feel safe in his arms like you belonged there.

“P-Please. We can f-fix this. Please don’t... Please don’t go... I can’t lose you.” He sobbed into your neck as he held tightly in his arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that needed to be said so you stayed silent as the both of you stood there with tears falling from your eyes. Neither of you wanted to ruin what could be the last moment of your relationship.

Somehow you both ended up laying in bed in each other’s arms, but still no words were exchanged as the both of you were terrified of what the other might say until you asked quietly, “Are you happy?”

He paused for a moment, debating if he should say the words that would keep this relationship alive or the words his heart felt was right. Earlier in the beginning of your relationship if you had asked him that, in a heartbeat he would say yes because that was true. But now... he wasn’t so sure, “I don’t know... Are you?”

I really wish I was. I wish I could lie and tell you that I am but I’m not.

Just like Grayson, you contemplated on what should be said next. But you knew what your heart wanted. “I want to be...”

As the night grew on, the both of you fell asleep from how tired you were. But you woke up earlier than expected, leaving you to find yourself wrapped up in Grayson’s arms for one last time. You carefully untangled yourself from him and finished packing your things, careful not to wake Grayson up.

By the time you were finished, he still was sound asleep, except this time soft snores came from his slightly a-gaped mouth. You couldn’t help but to feel your heart melt at how peaceful he looked. Something inside you still wished there was something you could do to save your relationship, if there was anything left that is. But you had promised yourself you needed to do what’s best for you so you placed a soft kiss to his temple and whispered, “I love you.”

No matter how much it hurt you to leave him. It hurt more knowing you weren’t right for each other.

Grayson woke up to the sound of the door closing after you had left. He fluttered his eyes open as they adjusted to the sunlight shining into the room. “Good morning angel.” He said expecting you to be by his side, but was shocked to see your side of the bed empty.

He quickly got out of bed and ran out to the rest of the house as memories of last night flooded his mind, “Y/N? No... No!” He was praying you didn’t do what you had thought of before, but when he couldn’t find you, he had lost all hope.

As Grayson reentered his room, he found a note with his name on it. With shaky hands, he picked the letter, terrified of what you wrote. But he knew that if he didn’t do it now, he would never be able to.

With defeat Grayson sat on his bed, heart racing a mile a minute, he began to read:

Grayson Bailey Dolan.

My love. My heart. My everything.

I love you. I will always love you.

Never in a million years I thought I’d be writing this letter to you nor would we ever be in this position... But I guess time has changed over the last few years, hasn’t it?

I will never forget the day I met you. Sometimes I wonder what happened if I took a different route or went at a different time, then I would have never met you. But I’m so glad I didn’t because I met you and from that moment on, I have felt nothing but love and happiness I’ve only dreamt about.

You’ve given me the love I never thought I was capable of because you learned how to love my flaws, especially my never-ending questions when I worry too much. Most importantly, you learned how to love me when I pushed you away and built walls to keep everyone out. I never thought someone was going to be able to breakdown those walls, but you did. You made me into a better version of myself, pushing me to chase my dreams and being there every step of the way. You never left my side.

Gosh and that night when you brought up our future, I swore I fell more in love than ever because you saw a future with me. You planned out everything to the point where we grow old and smelly together. That future was so perfect and I was so ready to love you forever and ever. And if you asked me to marry you that night, I would have. Just like any other day. I would in a heartbeat.

But somehow along the way I guess we fell out of love. Day by day that future we planned together was slipping away. Nights together weren’t the same. Grayson... I tried. I tried to stay a little longer, but my heart couldn’t take it anymore. We weren’t happy. I wasn’t happy.

Please know that this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It physically hurts me to write this as you’re sound asleep two doors down. I never wanted to hurt you.

They say that if you love someone, let them go. And if they come back to you, they’re yours to keep. God I am hoping this is the case, Grayson. I hope that one day we’ll run into each other, years from now and be able to finally have our future together. I can’t wait for that day because I will still be in love with you and hopefully you’ll still feel the same. But for now, I guess this is... see you soon.

I love you.

-Y/N

When Grayson finally managed to finish the letter, his heart broke into a million pieces. He never wanted to hurt you. He loves you more than anything in the world. He would do anything to turn back time and give you the love you deserve.

He put down the letter and picked up the engagement ring he gave you a few months ago, made to fit you perfectly and read the words engraved into the ring:

Meant To Be. -G

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strangerquinns · 3 years

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omg can you write something about pampering bf gray? i think it would be so cute 🥲🥲

grayson dolan x reader

"You have to stay still," You spoke as you looked down towards your boyfriend, his head resting in your lap.

The two of you were sitting on the living room floor with a movie playing deciding to relax after a long day of running errands and catching up on housework.

Grayson jumped at the chance for a little pampering, loving nothing more than relaxing in your lap while you placed a mask on his skin.

"I'm sorry baby," He spoke, his fingers lightly caressing your calves.

"Don't wanna get this stuff in your beard." You adjusted the spa headband you'd placed on him earlier, pushing his long hair from his face. With his beard being on the longer side now as well, sheet masks weren't an option.

You dropped your small spa spatula into the clay mask you made and continued to gently spread it across his face. He sighed softly as the cool clay spread across his face. Grayson's fingers stopped tracing random shapes on your legs and sagged more into your lap. A small smile spread across your lips as you continued to place the mask across his face. Once you were done, you grabbed two cooling eye patches and placed them over his eyes.

"How does that feel?" You asked looking down towards him.

"Fucking amazing." Grayson groaned softly

"If you're a good boy I'll give you a nice massage."

"I'm always a good boy for you baby." Grayson smirked, "But I would love one cause my back has been killing me again."

"Need to chill out with the heavy lifting bub, you're going to hurt yourself one day." You sighed before bending forward so your lips lightly pressed against his.

Minutes passed before you moved to wipe the mask from his face, before spreading a serum in its place. Grayson sat up and turned towards you, before bending down and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned softly against his lips.

"Thank you, baby." He smiled down towards you.

"Of course. Now lay down, getting those knots out of your back."

Grayson moaned softly and reached to take off his sweatshirt and tossing it to the side. You grabbed a pillow for him to rest his head on before you grabbed some lotion to use.

"You're too fucking good to me, god damn." He spoke as you began to slowly spread the lotion across his back. You straddled across his ass before starting at his lower back, using your fingers to dig deep into his muscles. Grayson let out a loud groan as he felt the tension in his back start to lessen. "Oh fuck...right there...fuck..."

Slowly you worked your way up towards his broad shoulders working out the knots you felt tight in his back as best as you could. When you were finished you placed a small kiss on his shoulder and laying against him slightly. Grayson shifted to roll over, before pulling you back onto his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist before kissing your forehead.

"Thank you for that, really felt good."

"Of course." You looked towards him and smiled as you rested your head on his chest.

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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“Can I be the small spoon tonight?” (Grayson Dolan)

the goofy juice inspired me, don’t blame me

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“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” Grayson sighs from the hospital bed as a nurse fixes his IV up. You smile down at him warmly.

“Of course.”

It’s been only four days since he had his nose surgery and everything was going fine until one morning he woke up and one side of his nose was swollen. The doctor said he needed surgery asap to fix it up so here you are, Grayson on a hospital bed once again about to be hit by the goofy juice. Lisa has already flown back home and Ethan would have had to cancel a meeting to take Grayson to the hospital, so you said you’ll be alright on your own, taking care of your goofy boyfriend once his nose is all tamped up again.

“Alright, you ready?” the doctor appears at his bed and Grayson nods his head before reaching for your hand.

“See you in a bit,” he smiles giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he gets pushed away on his bed.

The surgery doesn’t take longer than twenty minutes, you sit in the room patiently waiting and texting Lisa to update on him. When he returns his nose is covered with bandage, eyes closed, but clearly watery as his eyelashes stick to his skin wet.

“Ay! Here’s my girl!” he mumbles barely understandably as the nurses make sure everything is alright around his bed before leaving. Pulling a chair you sit beside him, gently taking his hand in your palms.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

His head turns in your direction, but his eyes remain closed.

“I’m feelin’ the vibes. This stuff is awesome.”

You chuckle at him patting his hand. He is a dork without this juice, but with it he is just over the top, really. His hair is a mess, he didn’t blow-dry it in the morning knowing it’d be messed up anyway during his hospital visit and to be honest, you like floppy haired Grayson. He looks cozy and cuddly.

“Babe, you’re awesome,” he sighs, eyes open only a tiny bit.

“I am?” you grin at him and he nods.

“You are and I love you so fucking much.”

“Glad to know,” you chuckle, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

“No, I mean I love you. Like, a lot.”

“Grayson, I know you love me. I love you too, but we are kind of over these statements.”

You’ve been dating him for over two years now, he first said he loved you after just one month and not even one day went by without him telling you even if it was in only a text.

“I got the best girl,” he mumbles to the nurse who quickly changes his bandage on his nose. She smiles over at you knowingly.

“She does seem like a total win.”

“That’s exactly what she is. A win,” Grayson cheers, a tear rolls down his face and grabbing a tissue you dry his cheeks. “Babe, I want to cuddle you.”

“We can cuddle as much as you want when we get home.”

“Can I be the small spoon tonight?”

You can’t push your smile down as you look at your bulky, all muscle boyfriend, asking to be the small spoon in bed tonight. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and if his face wasn’t all messed up and swollen you’d kiss him stupid.

“Of course you can,” you smile and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“You know, I should get some of this juice every damn day. I feel so relaxed and warm.”

“I don’t think we could deal with extra goofy Grayson every day,” you caress his cheek and fix his blanket over him that he has been slowly kicking off of his body.

“I’d be funny tho. And wakening.”

“What do you mean by that?” you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“I’m having thoughts.” His wording makes you smile as you wait for him to elaborate on it. “You’re just way too good for me, I’m like shook that you’re still dating me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you giggle.

In half an hour he is all good to leave, with the help of the nurses you dressed him and pushed him out in a wheelchair. In the meanwhile he started rambling about butterflies, potatoes and birds being weird flying puffs. Sometimes you totally lost his trail of thoughts, more focused on getting him in the car safely, which was quite the challenge. He kept unbuckling himself the moment you were about to close the door on him. It took you five tries to finally make him stay.

“I need ice-cream,” he sighs, head resting against the window, eyes closed again. Stopping at a red light you reach over and fix his shirt that rode up on his torso after his impromptu dance-off he just had a few minutes ago.

“Hey, are you undressing me?” he questions, eyebrows knit together.

“I’m doing the opposite,” you sigh, but you can’t hold your smile back.

“Oh. What a bummer.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckle at him shaking your head. Unbelievable.

Arriving back to his house Ethan is already at the driveway, waiting to help you get him inside.

“Hey, it’s my bro!” Grayson cheers seeing his brother and Ethan just stands there next to the car, staring down at his messed up twin in the car, sliding lower and lower in the seat with each passing moment.

“He is such a mess,” Ethan chuckles and you agree.

Taking Grayson from both his sides you and Ethan support him inside, barely making it to his room since he keeps wanting to collapse and sit on the floor on the way. He says he needs to be grounded, joke of the decade.

“Oh this is my room!” Grayson states once he is finally lying on his bed.

“He looks like a huge baby,” Ethan shakes his head laughing at his brother.

“Alright, thanks for the help, I’ll take care of him from here,” you tell Ethan, but it’s for Grayson’s sake. You don’t want to give his brother more to joke about once Gray’s head clears out.

“You want some water, babe?” you ask pulling a blanket over him.

“Nah. Come spoon me. You said I can be the small spoon.”

“How do you remember that?” you chuckle sighing, but kicking your shoes off anyway to get into bed with him.

“I remember everything about you.” Nuzzling his head into the pillow he brings your arms around his waist as you cuddle him from the back. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder you make yourself comfortable and ready to take a nap with your little patient.

“But like,” he continues. “I love you so much, I could marry you right now.”

Your eyes pop open as you replay his words in your mind. Marriage only came up a handful of times since you started dating Grayson, you both agreed you don’t want to get married for at least a few years since both of you feel like it’s just too early for that. You felt like Grayson was also kind of anxious about it even though he said he can’t wait to have a family. It made you think that there might be something about you that’s making him afraid of marriage suddenly, but this statement is odd now.

“You could?” Lifting your head you wait for his answer and you almost start thinking he is asleep, but then he mumbles something under his breath. “What? I don’t understand what you’re saying, Gray.”

“I said,” he sighs, turning a bit so now you can see his face. “Of course I could, that’s all I want in life.”

“I thought you had doubts about marriage.”

It’s probably not your best idea to start a conversation like this with him in this state, but you’re too afraid to ask him when he is sober.

“Not about marriage,” be slurs, eyes still closed as he is now lying on his back. “I’m afraid I’m not the one for you.”

Your heart sinks, but it’s also a relief. You were so afraid he changed his mind about starting a family because he didn’t see it with you, but this just put everything into a whole new perspective.

“Gray,” you gently smile at him as he opens his eyes a bit. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lean down and peck his lips shortly. “I could marry you in a heartbeat.”

“So you don’t think I’m just the guy before the one?”

“No. You are the one,” you say and you really mean it.

You’ve been feeling like you found your final destination with Grayson for a long time. Everything changed in your eyes after you realized how different life is with the right person next to you.

A tear drop rolls down his cheek and you reach for a tissue from his nightstand.

“Babe,” he breathes out as you wipe his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not from the tampon in my nose. I just really love you.”

“And I love you too,” you smile down at him kissing his forehead. “Now get some sleep, you need to clear your head out.”

“Okay,” he sighs, eyes closing again. “Damn this juice is the good stuff,” he mumbles making you laugh once more before he finally drifts off to sleep.

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dxlansdarling · 4 years

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not that easily | e.d

Summary: after a night stand in the middle of a break, things aren’t going as you have wanted. Remembering your words, with Grayson on your side; you will do the right thing.

Warnings: a little angst, but fluff. Some FRIENDS reference and spoiler?

Word count: 2932

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“I don’t want to be without you” he said “Not now, nor never”

You looked at the picture in your hands, and with a long sigh, you closed your eyes. Sitting on the steps of the house’s gallery, you regretted leaving your coat inside your house. November nights started to get colder and colder, and being outside at 3am, freezing to dead and a tear-stained face; you were going to get sick. But you couldn’t care less, not when your heart beat slowly and painfully against your chest.

“You think you would get rid of me that easily?”

It’s been months since the last time you saw him; two months if you wanted to be precisely. And still, you couldn’t forget that day. Both of you sitting on his bed, a bad luck on his shoulders and someone carrying a one-night-stand on her belly. No, he said he didn’t cheat on you. No, he wouldn’t do that to you. But it felt like he did; the pregnancy test on his hands was enough to feel the heartbreak. She was four-months pregnant.

“And you think I would let you go that easily?” I mumbled, his lips caressing mine.

The both of you dated for long three years, and after a few stupid fights; you were on a break four months before that night. Yes, you felt like Rachel on Friends as he tried to explain he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. You knew about what happened as soon as that break ended, you knew about the one night stand, but you never thought it would end on a fucking baby. So, not only you were heartbroken at first; you had to do the right thing and leave.

She was from a really religious family that, as soon as they learned about what happened; the engagement came two weeks after you left. You could have stayed and fight for him? Yes, but you couldn’t do that to him, nor the baby. The little human needed a family, and if he fucked up, he needed to make up and do the right thing. You told yourself every night after leaving his house.

Trying to warm up you hugged yourself, shivers down your spine, and your eyes travelling to the magazine on your lap; you couldn’t help but bit the inside of your cheek on anger. Or jealously. Or regret. You didn’t know what you were feeling anymore, but it wasn’t the only thing you didn’t understand.

How funny it was when, out of nowhere, this girl appeared on his Instagram and all of his social media. Not only she was showing her growing belly -which was super small for someone who was six months pregnant- but she was also promoting their wedding. In less than forty-eight hours, she was going to be Mrs.Dolan. You didn’t want to think the worst, but something wasn’t right; and you weren’t the only one who thought that.

Grayson never lost contact with you. Even after weeks, he would still pick you up from your parent’s house and would go to an ice cream parlor to cheer you up. And mostly, on updating you on how things where and how he hated this new girl his brother had to date. Even if you agreed on everything he said, you still kept quiet and thought that you were doing the right thing. But, where you?

Speaking of him, you couldn’t help but smile down at your phone when it rang and a message appeared on your screen.

Gray-Gray: plz tell me you’re awake.

Your hands felt frozen as you typed back.

You: unluckily, yes.

Gray-Gray: we need to talk.

Gray-Gray: like asap.

Confused, and a little worried, you read his texts again. Was he on trouble?

You: r u okay?

Gray-Gray: ill pick u up tomorrow afternoon.

Gray-Gray: believe me, ill be okay as soon as we meet.

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You rubbed your eyes as you stood outside of your house, this time smart enough to grab a big sweatshirt that belonged to him. It was the only thing that you wanted to keep from him and keep on using it. It didn’t help you look any better, if you were honest. You couldn’t sleep at all the night before, not only because the wedding date was coming closer and your heart was crashing a little bit more every minute; but because Grayson didn’t say anything more after those texts asking you to meet him. So you stayed up, with pain and curiosity.

When his car parked in front of you, as soon as you jumped in, you smacked the back of his head.

“Hey!” he groaned, fixing the beanie he had over his hair, “What was that for?”

“For worrying me and keeping me up confused” you replied, putting on the seatbelt when he sped up again, “So, what’s up?”

“It’s not Ethan’s child.”

You choked on your own saliva, feeling how your heart stopped the moment he spoke.

“What?” you blurted out, “What do you mean it’s not Ethan’s child? Of course it is!”

“It’s not, Y/N, listen,” he grabbed a few papers that were on the back seats and handed them to you, “I had my suspicious the moment everything happened, but couldn’t talk about it because it was all a disaster at the moment. No one needed me making more drama. Or asking for a few tests.”

“You didn´t’-” you started, but Grayson shrugged.

“I may have tricked her into going to a doctor –who’s a family’s friend- that convinced her to make a few tests to see if the baby was healthy,” he said, “She’s not six months pregnant; she’s three.”

Looking at the papers in your hand, you read the medical form and almost stopped breathing when you recognized what you had in your hands. Part of you felt relief, there was a little bit of hope, but the other part of you that still needed to do the right thing came up again. You looked over at Grayson again, the papers in your hands being not enough.

“Grayson, this is- it is not enough” you said, “this could be fake, anyone can write informs these days. What makes you believe that they would trust a piece of paper?”

Grayson laughed bitterly, and turning the car into a parking lot, he grabbed something from his jeans and you raised your eyebrows at the floral phone case.

“New case?” you joked.

“Not my phone,” He shot back and winked.

Your mouth opened widely.

“Are you fucking crazy, Grayson?! It’s her phone! It’s her privacy!” you almost yelled, “She will be looking for it, smart ass, and if she has the find my phone app-”

“Y/N, I swear to God, I will slap you if you try and take her side on this one” he spoke up, turning on his seat and looking at you, “I’m sure this bitc-woman is trying to get my brother into a marriage that it’s not fair and that he doesn’t want. Yes, you’re right, the papers aren’t enough, but this phone has the information we need to end this shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her texting someone the other day, and not only I know her passcode after seeing her type it so many times,” he laughed, typing the passcode and unlocking the phone, “but I also learned that she has a contact blocked, and by the looks of it, it’s someone she wants to hide.”

He pressed on the blocked number, unblocking it, and when their conversation opened; you took the phone from Grayson’s hand and started reading the last discussion they had. It was the supposed baby daddy, and you felt like you could breathe again. You felt your heart bursting with hope, and as you looked at Grayson, you smiled.

“Does this mean-?” you stuttered. He nodded, a small smile on his cheeks.

“We can end this bullshit,” he confirmed, hands still on the wheel, “Also, this doctor that ran the tests, has done a paternal test. I knew my brother wasn’t stupid enough to not wrap it before he taps it.”

You blushed, “Well…”

“Spare me the fucking details!”

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You sat on your room that night too, but it was different from the other nights. That night, you had hope. A lot of it. The part of you that wanted to do the right thing went flying out the window the moment you read the conversation this girl, Lola, had with her true baby daddy, Stephen. You had sent the conversation to your mail, not only via screen-shots, but the written one too. You wanted to have all the proofs you needed to get your man out of there.

You were short of time, the wedding being the next day and what stopped you from running into the twins’ house was that you needed one more proof. The test that Grayson talked about in the car wasn’t ready yet, and after he asked; everything got more complicated when the doctor answered that it was going to be ready the next morning. The same morning that bitch was going to say ‘I do’ to Ethan.

Thinking about him, you were sure that night was his bachelor party. Grayson told you after he left you on your house again, and for a few seconds, the pain came back. You never spoke nor asked about Ethan when you were with Grayson, the idea of him marrying someone else that wasn’t you made your stomach turn and almost throw up. You couldn’t bare that image.

After a nice dinner with your parents, you went to your bathroom so you could take a quick shower before going to bed. But as you were grabbing your clothes, your phone started ringing. Thinking it could be Grayson, you furrowed your eyebrows as you read the unknown number on the screen. You quickly put it on your ear as soon as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N…”

You fell back on your bed, your knees wobbling and heart beating so fast you had to put a hand over it. Even after months without talking, you remembered perfectly his voice.

“Ethan…” you mumbled, more to yourself as you couldn’t still believe it.

“Oh baby, how I’ve missed your voice,” he slurred and you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled on your chest. You missed his voice too, “and all of you. I miss you so much, do you miss me too?”

Like you have no idea, you thought.

“Where are you calling me from?” you wanted to know, “I never deleted your number.”

“I may or may not have stolen a phone from someone”, he mumbled, sounding like a child. “Lola blocked your number, and if she knew how many beers I’ve drank tonight, she would kill me. She’s crazy…”

You really don’t know how much.

“Drunk again, Dolan? Let me remind you what happened last time” you blurted bitterly, even though you were smiling a little bit. You couldn’t tell if you were still mad at him for sleeping with Lola, after all you were on a break, but Rachel didn’t forgive Ross for a couple of episodes. Would that count as months or weeks?

He groaned on the microphone, “I’m sorry, so sorry. I-I- hate myself for that,” he said, “I regret it so much. I don’t want to marry this bitc-” he hiccupped and laughed, “shit, sorry, I shouldn’t be talking that way about my future wife, huh?”

The sarcasm made you laugh a little, and pressing the phone tightly against your ear, you looked at the papers that were on your bedside table. Every word he said pushed you into getting him back.

“You will be happy, Ethan” you said, “You will see.”

“Not without you” he slurred once again, making your heart skip once more. You could hear the music that was blasting on his bachelor party but he was talking louder than the music. He kept silent for a few seconds before talking again, “I can’t believe I let you go that easily.”

You wanted to say something back, but before you could open your mouth, he hang up. On purpose or not; he said the right thing to convince you completely. You were getting Ethan Dolan back on your side.

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“So, have you ever imagined yourself walking down the aisle?” Ethan asked, his head on your lap and your hands playing with his locks, “I mean, do you want to get married?”

“Yes, I want to, and yes, I have pictured myself walking down the aisle” you laughed. His eyes landed on you, a sweet smile on his cheeks and blushing a little bit.

“And who is waiting for you at the end?”

You caressed his cheeks.

“The only man I have pictured being married to.”

Standing outside the church, with papers in hand, you knew that you were going to be on the cover of every magazine on the country. Man, privacy wasn’t going to be a thing for months. But you didn’t care about that when Grayson emailed you the test results, the last proof needed, and you printed it before leaving your house. You were late, and you make sure you were; you wanted to end this as Lola had wanted it. On every social media.

With only some old jeans on and Ethan’s sweatshirt, you ran over the church’s steps. A lot of photographers were waiting outside, and as they didn’t recognize you because you were wearing the hood over your head, it wasn’t hard to get into the church. Cameron was waiting for you on the entrance, Grayson had already told her our plan, and she smiled at you when she pulled the hood down.

“Go and get the love of your life back, girl” she said. You smiled at her, and as the both of you walked into the aisle, everything seemed to stop.

He was standing next to Lola wearing a dark suit, and as you stared at him, the bags under his eyes broke your heart. Grayson was by his side, obviously being his best man. It wasn’t until you were two steps into the aisle that gasps were heard, a lot of the guests recognizing you and making everyone turn their heads to look at you. And when his hazel eyes fell on you, opened with surprise and happiness, you couldn’t move your eyes from him.

“Cam, would you do me a favor and read this out loud?” you smashed the papers against her chest and started walking his way, down the aisle. You could hear Cameron reading the test’s result out loud, and how everyone started gasping and whispering. But your attention was in the man that kept on looking at you even when the woman beside him started to scream at him.

“Ethan! It’s not true!” she had said, grabbing his hands but he would pulled them back, not even giving her a quick glance, “Look at me!”

He didn’t. You kept a serious face, mostly when Lola took a few steps in your way and wanted to stop you, but you dodged her hand and as soon as you were only feet away from Ethan, you grabbed the back of his head in your hands and pulled him into you, kissing him in his own wedding, in front of his guests, and don’t giving a damn fuck about it. He was your man, and it was clear when he hugged your waist and pushed you into him, deepening the kiss.

You heard Lola crying and shouting, the photographers inside the church not wasting any minute to take their pictures. Grayson hollered and laughed behind his brother, happy that his twin got his girl back and that Lola wasn’t going to ruin his happiness. Everyone was shocked, disappointed, except for Ethan’s family. They all knew who was the one that could make him so happy, and it was only you.

You pulled away from his lips, a smug smile on your cheeks, and raised one of his eyebrows.

“Did you really think you would get rid of me that easily?” you joked, “or that I could let you go that easily? To marry someone else?”

Ethan smiled, pulling you against him once again and lifting you off from the floor. Your arms hugged his neck instantly, and as he made his way out of the church, all eyes on you, he kept on kissing you.

“You have no idea how much I fucking love you, Y/N” he mumbled against your skin, the claps of his family echoing and making the both of you laugh, “You’re the only one that I want to marry someday.”

You smirked.

“I told you I would walk down the aisle to the only man I pictured being married to,” you helped him open the church door, still in his arms, “Not being the same scenario, but the same man at the end of it.”

The photographers that were outside were on you instantly, the questions almost unrecognizable as everyone spoke at the same time. Ethan pulled you into his side, almost running into the car that was rented for the wedding day, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you jumped inside. He jumped inside too, throwing his suit jacket on the backseats and driving away from all the drama that was starting.

You would never let this man leave your life, and he would never let you leave his, not that easily. Not now, nor never.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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checklist concept your first time riding him ✨

grayson was the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you could ever ask for and you often questioned how you got so lucky to end up in the arms of an angel. he was so gentle with you, so kind and patient that you found yourself slowly letting your walls down and starting to experience things in life you were afraid off before him.

one of those things was riding. you had never even had sex before meeting grayson, so the thought of taking control and being on top, terrified you. however, the second you looked into w eyes, so soft yet needy for you, you felt ready. you wanted to please him and with his directions, what could go wrong.

“baby, relax for me yeah? we dont have to do anything you aren't comfortable with.”

you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and nodded, his hands firmly gripping your hips as you straddled his bare lap, having just indulged in a hot and heavy makeup session. his lips were still red and swollen, inviting you to lean down and press another longing kiss to them as a way to confirm you wanted this.

“i want this, wanna make you proud.” you were intimidated by his long and hard length below you, proudly standing up as it was begging to be fucked. grayson knew that it was your ever first time riding someone, and he wanted to make you feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. he would be there every step of the way to guide you and put your needs before his own. you always came first.

“i’ll help you, okay?” grayson murmured, sensing your nerves as his hand soothingly rubbed up and down the curves of your body he adored.

removing one hand from your hips, grayson reached down to grasp his cock firmly to give it a few strokes, smirking up at you when the tip leaked precum down his shaft. “sink down on me, baby,” he whispers and you obey, exhaling as you felt his thick girth slowly begin to stretch you out. grayson gripped your waist to guide you down, throwing his head back from the pleasure your slick walls provided.

you were so tight and so warm, he had to hold back from cumming on the spot.

"o-oh, just like that, good girl.”

grayson groaned at the sight before him. your breasts on full display as you leant forward to rest your hands on his pecks in order to help steady yourself. he couldn’t help but to suck a hardened nipple inside his mouth, sucking at the bud as you both moan in sync the more his dick filled you up.

“gray, fu-fuck,” you whimper, feeling so full and so good, his dick hitting all the new areas.

“bounce on it for me, baby,” grayson’s fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave a bruise. as he helped guide your movements, lifting you up and down his length. there was a burning feeling in your legs, but it felt amazing mixed with the pleasure you were getting from riding grayon’s dick for the first time.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you feel so fucking tight around me, so wet,” he groans and you found yourself riding him a bit faster, encouraged by his filthy words that went straight to your core. your juices dripping down your thigh and onto the bed sheets beneath you.

‘fuck, grayson,” you groaned, your hands flying to his long luscious hair as he moved both his hands to grip your arse, bouncing you up and down faster. you tugged on his locks, sobbing out. “god, you feel so fucking good, so full m’gonna cum!”

“mhmm, make yourself cum. want you to drench my cock, baby.” grayson sent a hard smack to your arse cheeks. the sound of your skin slapping agasint his was enough to have him thrusting his hips to meet your movements.

a few more bounces and you were done for. legs shaking and body collapsing into grayson’s sweaty chest as you let yourself come undone around his shaft, feeling grayson follow seconds after with his own heavy pants and groans of pleasure.

unable to bring himself to pull out of you, with your walls clenching around him, grayson drags you closer agasint his chest, kissing your forehead and praising you for doing such a good job.

“was that okay?” you mumble agasint grayson’s chest, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin over his heart as you bring yourself down from your intense high.

“you were perfect angel, looked so pretty using my cock. we’re definitely doing that more often.”

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mindofharry · 4 years

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Maybe telling alpha!gray your pregnant with his pup 🥺. Sorry I’m not very good with concept ideas. Love you

you had been feeling off for a while. grayson and the pack had noticed it too. you would be up to all hours of the morning throwing up, and then be absolutely fine after a little nap. you were either eating a whole feast or barley eating at all. you had weird cravings and no one would say it but you knew you had gained some pounds - which you weren’t opposed to, it usually took you months to gain this much weight.

you were 99 percent sure you knew what was happening, and you couldn’t of been more thrilled, considering you and grayson have sex every other day it was bound to happen.

you were just surprised when grayson hadn’t caught on that there wasn’t one heartbeat anymore.

you arrived at the pack doctor early on a sunday morning - knowing grayson would be dead to the world as he trained all day on saturday with the pack pups. you were nervous, but you were definitely ready. you felt old and mature enough to raise a little pup. you were financially stable, had a great boyfriend and the best support system. you knew a lot of people who didn’t have that when they were pregnant, so you knew you and the pup were very lucky.

“usually in the human “world” you can just get some bloods to be sure, but because the pups grow so fast we have to do an ultrasound just to make sure.” angela the doctor said and you nodded still not fully understanding the werewolf world. “ok this will be a little cold” she said poring the gell all over your stomach. you winced and smiled a little “first time is always a weird one. you’ll get used to in no time” she winked placing her tool on your stomach moving it around your stomach.

she grinned “there they are!” angela laughed and your eyes widened “they?”

“twins! in your world you wouldn’t be able to see twins this early on, since they have a bit of the werewolf gene in them - or they could be full, you never know - they’re quite big” she paused moving it around “it’s easier to see genders and such. but it’s still a little early. come back in about 5 weeks, and i’ll see if i can see the sexes!” angela finished and you nodded feeling very overwhelmed.

tears streamed down your face as she handed you tissue. “it’s very normal to feel like this, do we need to go through the three options?” she asked concerned and you shook your head. “no, no, i’m just shocked that there’s two little pups in my tummy” you reply sobbing a little.

angela giggled bringing you into a hug.

“congrats mama!”

you arrived home a little later than you wanted to - you were craving mc donald’s.

grayson was still dead to the world so you took this as the time to plan out how you were going to tell your boyfriend about having two babies let alone one.

you sat down at the kitchen table with a piece of paper drawing a bun - yes you were going with the more cliche option. you drew two buns, the best of your ability, they actually looks pretty good. you pat yourself on the back for taking art in school.

you place the two buns in the oven and then make some breakfast for gray. you ended up making some pancakes (you made lots so you could share) bacon and a cup of ice tea for grayson.

your stomach was filled with nerves, good nerves. you knew grayson would be really happy. you know he’s going to be the worlds best dad.

“morning, baby” you whisper seeing grayson pull his head up from the soft white pillow. “hmm, smells good” he hummed sitting up revealing his topless body. you bit your lip.

“eat this quick, i have a surprise”

after eating the breakfast - with help from you of course. you both made your way day to the kitchen placing the dishes in the sink. “hey, i’m going to wash the dishes, can you get me the racks in the oven they need to be cleaned” you asked turning the water on.

he nodded opening the oven. it took him a minute to register what was going on.

“it’s a bun in the oven” grayson mumbled taking the two paper buns in his shaking his hands. “two?” he asked to himself. then everything started adding up. getting sick early in the morning, cravings, feeling tired. he let out a whimper.

“you’re pregnant?” he asked tears filling up in his eyes. you nodded walking over to him taking the two buns out of his hands “with two, beautiful and healthy pups” you say crying yourself.

“holy fuck!” he squealed kissing your face all over making you giggle.

“we’re going to parents”

“the best”

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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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