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just a thought:

this is grayson filming a video with ethan and his girl best friend. they are doing some ridiculous cooking video and she can be seen in the back doing a little dance and singing into a fake microphone that happened to be a spatula - the red one she always insists to use when she stays over and cooks for them.

“woahhhh i never meant to brag, but i got him where i want him now-“ she’s singing all out of tune and silly, pointing to nowhere in particular with her eyes closed and singing through a smile. so blissed out and happy. so goddamn happy to be there with her favorite boys.

“copyright!” ethan cuts her off, yanking at her fake microphone and wheezing when she trips for no reason, covering her heart in mock pain.

“you hurt me, e. you really hurt me,” she teases, wiping away fake tears and giving a little sniffle for dramatic effect. but she continues dancing to her own little tune she hums under her breath, no actual words come out, just noises and giggles.

grayson is watching the scene play out in the view finder, watching her giggle and slap at ethans arm playfully- tugging her shirt down where it had tugged up and revealed the skin of her tummy along with that little butterfly tattoo he’s convinced her to get one crazy night when they got back from an amazing day at the beach - a butterfly had landed on her shoulder, surely a sign of good luck. he’d convinced her she had to get the tattoo, remember the day forever and honor it “properly.” she had caved naturally due to his puppy dog eyes she could never say no to. it was little, but it meant so much.

he’s so god damn in love with her. so just unbelieably in love with the bright beautiful human dancing around his kitchen. he doesn’t even care that he’s the only one cooking at this point, cutting up some vegetables and dropping them into a pan. he was worried if he kept watching her he’d 1. lose his mind or 2. cut his finger off. but he couldn’t tear his eyes away - not until she caught him watching from the corner of her eye - her own gaze meeting his in the view finder, his adorable little smile aimed right at her. jesus the things he did to her.

he forces his eyes down, that same smile now focused on the vegetables simmering in the pan. he couldn’t be too obvious. little does he knows it’s too late and the moment would be saved forever.

she finds herself going back to that video months later when she’s curled up in his arms, finally settled into him like she should have been all along. how could she not see it? not see the way he’d looked at her? his fingers combed through her hair absentmindedly - he’s blushing at his own simp like behavior, trying to turn off the video before it gets too much to handle, but stops when he finds her own eyes watching him throughout the video - her own love struck smile on her face.

“oh so i wasn’t the only one being a creep,” he laughs, nudging her with an knowing grin.

“shut up, i wasn’t being creepy you’re just annoyingly handsome all the time,” she mumbles, shimmying down deeper into the sea of blankets they’re covered with. she’s hiding her face behind her favorite fuzzy black blanket, one he’s gotten her for all the nights she stays over and insists it’s “too cold.” granted that’s blanket had been replaced with his body soon after that - but it still made her happy to snuggle with.

“mhmm and you’re annoyingly pretty...guess we’re even,” he smiled down at her, tilting her chin up to place a tender kiss right on her lips, leaning back to peck a few on her cheeks and nose. he was always so affectionate with her.

watching the rest of the video, she wondered for a minute what her life would be like if she’d never leaned in to kiss him that one night at the beach, the sun sinking below the horizon, his cute rambling about a sea turtle he’s found earlier being the only sound besides the crashing waves. they sat together in the sand, watching the waves race up the shore to touch at their feet. he’d been caught by complete surprise, convinced you’re flirting and frequent touching had been a figment imagination. but he’d dove into the kiss headfirst within a second, sighing in content as he realized it hadn’t all been in his head. the rest was history.

he couldn’t imagine not being this in love with her for the rest of his life. it showed in every way, even from the beginning. cheesy as it was, it was true.

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Losing a Best Friend: Love From Sean - the progression of Ethan Dolan

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DAYS OF THUNDER IV: CHERRY

Part I. Days of Thunder | Part II. Lost Boy | PART III. Shadows 

IV. Cherry 

A/N: Alright loves, please strap in, this chapter is like twice as long as all the others. It’s also a collection of back and forth moments. There’s a few flashbacks, and I hope it’s easy enough to follow lol idk how I feel about this chapter but alas we’ll see 

Summary: Breakups are always hard for the parties involved… and those semi-involved… and those who caused it. Grayson and Y/N cope with their breakup as Spring Semester starts. 

Word Count: 11.9 K oof 

As always gif provided by the kickass @ethanhes​ love you baby 

When Ethan decided to forego college to follow Melody Harris around the world, he knew he had made the right choice. 

He’d never been one to make certain, life-altering decisions like that lightly. And as quick as he was to make that one, he hadn’t regretted it. Even when he got into an argument with his brother about it, even when his mother voiced her concerns, even when several people asked him if a girl was worth becoming a nomad for: he was sure. 

He never figured out why he was so sure, but he was. He wanted life with her, where he could click his camera and capture the most beautiful woman in the world in the most beautiful places in the world. Where he could taste her food and watch her grow in her passion while he figured out his. 

Ethan never knew what he wanted to do with his life, just that he wanted to take pictures of life in all its unique beauty, and that he wanted to be with his Melody.

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please know that australia is on fire. we’ve lost 10 times the amount of land the amazon rainforest lost. we are in drought. no one is talking about it. our government is ignoring climate change. the firefighters are now paying for fuel for their trucks out of their own pockets. our prime minister refuses international help. people are dying. wildlife are dying. the fires are catastrophic and spreading so fast. please hear us. my home is burning. it is spring.

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omg faking it is gonna be so good!! 💓

awh thank you i’m really excited about it and i sincerely hope it doesn’t disappoint 💖💖

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hey guys just popping in to say i’m alive and to post a little preview of a lil something i’ve been working on, i’m not gonna lie i lost a lot of my motivation to write and i have about 18 unfinished fics in my drafts right now 💀💀💀but i think i’m gonna finish this one i’m already half way there which is fun, anyway feel free to ignore me and keep scrolling past my need for validation🤡🤡🤡 also i love you guys

faking it E.D - PREVIEW

I’d lived next door to Ethan and Grayson Dolan since they moved in at the start of ninth grade. From the moment we met, both boys quickly became some of the best and worst things in my life.

The best being the younger twin, Grayson. We’d clicked instantly. He was without a doubt my best friend, my ride or die, we were both so completely obnoxiously headass for one another that most people would make the inevitable assumption that we were dating. Luckily or maybe not so, Gray would always make it very clear to anyone who asked that you were just friends, which of course I’d always be quick to reinforce despite the slight ache in my chest.

Now, at this point I’m sure you’ve all guessed what, or more accurately who, the worst thing in my life is, but just incase it’s still a mystery allow me to enlighten you; Ethan Grant Dolan, narcissistic asshole, identical twin of one Grayson Bailey Dolan, and the bane of my existence.To say my relationship with the older brother was rough would be the understatement of the century. Ethan knew just how to push my buttons to piss me off like no one else could. Cocky, sarcastic, mildly sadistic, and a shameless flirt the total cliché. What’s more upsetting is he was also fucking hilarious and damn charming when he wanted to be, and I hate to say it myself but he was stupid hot. Still, that didn’t change the fact he was also just plain stupid. A total dumbass really, who made me want to scream and rip my hair out all at once sex on legs or not.

Everyone always assumed that because Grayson and I were inseparable, Ethan and I must be best friends as well. However it wouldn’t take long upon meeting us for people to realize that couldn’t be farther from reality. Ethan and I tolerated each other at best, and even that was sugar coating it. Which is why when he climbed through my bedroom window late one summer night successfully scaring the shit out of me the last words I expected to come out of his mouth were:

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend.”

I glared in shock at the 6 foot something brunet who was making himself comfortable at the foot of my bed. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me Y/L/N. I need you to fake date me.” He said calmly, like this was the most normal exchange in the world.

“Yeah, never in my life.” I scoffed, turning my attention back to a young Will Smith in Fresh Prince.

“Why not!” He playfully whined.

Without looking up from my laptop screen I calmly replied, “Because that sounds about as appealing as shaving my entire head, then, proceeding to eat the hair with marinara sauce and parmesan cheese like my grandmas spaghetti.”

“Fuck, you really know how to paint a picture don’t you.” Ethan cringed.

“It’s one of my many talents, now get out of my room.”

“No.” He said stubbornly, reaching across the bed and closing my laptop.

“No?” I looked at him in disbelief.

“Not until you agree to help me.”

I took a deep breath, trying to cool the burning rage and irritation boiling up inside of me. “Now, explain to me Dolan why in gods name would I EVER do that?”

“Because you’re selfless and even though you hate to admit it despite everything you care about me and want me to be happy?”

I genuinely laughed at this.

“Try again.”

“Because I know you’re in love with my brother and if you don’t help me I’ll tell him and everyone else.” He smirked.

I froze.

“You have no proof.”

“Don’t I though? Last night I had another sex dream about Grayson, thats the third one this week! It started off the same as the others except this time we were on a plane-” Ethan started reading the all too familiar words, before I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop him.

He shamelessly licked the palm of my hand, to which I quickly retracted with a sneer, still seemingly unable to find the right words.

“You really should find a better hiding place for your diary Y/N, I mean under your bed? Really? I”m disappointed in your lack of originality. Anyone could easily find it there, snap a few pictures, and before you know it all your personal thoughts and feelings could be posted all over social media for the world to see…” He tutted. “We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

I felt my cheeks burning, as a wave of horror and humiliation crashed over me. He wouldn’t. That would be too far even for Ethan. But the look of prideful determination paired with the his infuriating raised eyebrow told me otherwise.

“Blackmail? Keeping it classy I see.” I grimaced regaining my some of my composure.

“I learned from the best.” He said, referring to the time a few months ago when I was sleeping over I caught him in a rather compromising position involving a certain tree fruit, the whole thing was very Timothée Chalamet in “Call Me By Your Name”. Anyway for obvious reasons, I milked that encounter for all it was worth.

“You ruined peaches for me. I LOVED peaches.”

“Y/N-”

“Fine.” I interrupted. “But if I help you, you have to promise to delete those fucking pictures.”

“Of course.” He grinned triumphantly, “Anything else?”

“Yeah, I hate you.”

“Ditto.” Ethan smirked, easily shrugging off my words as he finally stood up to leave.

I really, really, wanted to slap him.

“Meet me at The Daily Grind around 11 tomorrow so we can go over the rest of the details… Sugar lips.”

“Bite me.” I gaged.

“Don’t tempt me.” He laughed climbing back out my window.

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DAYS OF THUNDER III: SHADOWS

III: SHADOWS 

Part I. Days of Thunder | Part II. Lost Boy 

A/N: Ho-ly shit, this is a long time coming. I’m so sorry I took so long, this has gone through like three re-writes! But here it is, and hopefully you haven’t lost interest in me yet :( Clearly, this will be more than a four parter, since I’m pretty much off script as far as my original outline goes, but I think I can make something of this that I really enjoy. So I hope you can enjoy it too :) Okay I’m rambling, here you go! Love you, and please leave me feedback I thrive off of it! 

Summary: Grayson copes with his new discovery. 

Word count: 6.8K

Grayson’s always been a hopeless romantic. 

Whether he’d like to accept or not, he loved love, believed in forever, and believed in true love. There’s no way he couldn’t, not when every single time he looked at you, he could see it: his future. Like every time he tried to picture his life past tomorrow, you were there at every milestone. That’s what happens when you fall in love, you become that person’s everything. 

And you are everything to Grayson Dolan. As cliche as it might be, it’s just fucking true. His heart beats for you, his smile sparkles for you, his stomach tightens and his skin buzzes whenever you’re around because the poor kid is just that in love with you. Anyone can see it, everyone can see it, and the question of color was never one that came to his mind because he knew that it’d always be you: color or not. Grayson’s just one of those that know, one of those that believes. 

And the one that raised his eyebrow and gulped when Brad sat across from him one day at breakfast, exhaled like half of his lung capacity with a dopey smile, and announced “I found color, and her name is Janelle.” 

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❝We cannot thank you enough for stopping by on Tuesday’s over the past 5 years. We truly feel like we’ve grown up with you and that’s a special bond not many people have the opportunity to share. But we’re so grateful we can share that with you. This life is amazing and there is so much to experience, we’re so excited to see what it has in store for all of us. We have a feeling it’s just going to keep getting better ;)❞

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(not queen or borhap related)

im just so happy that ethan and grayson dolan are FINALLY putting themselves first. I honestly don’t think they’ll ever be irrelevant, they’ve impacted and changed so much lives (ngl mine included) and they’ll always have people caring and supporting them no matter what they do in the future. They have so much potential for other stuff, and i mean like acting directing and stuff like that, they should explore more of that tbh. With all that said, tuesdays (or wednesday for some internationals) will never be same but it’s also a new beginning for them, which i’m really excited for.

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I had so many emotions watching this video... So many tears but by the end of it I found myself smiling. Smiling because after all this time of these boys putting us first, it's time they put themselves first. Smiling because the look of such excitement for what the futures going to hold for them in their eyes. Smiling because after everything these boys have done for me, all I want is for them to be happy again.

I want them to heal. I want them to thrive. And I want them to be excited about life again. They're too young, too kind, and too caring to be so weighed down. They deserve the time to become the best versions of themselves. I CAN'T WAIT for videos that they've put they're whole hearts into, ones that they are proud of and excited to share.

It's time our boys actually start living, they deserve the entire world ❤️

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to five years of tuesday uploads

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STOPPPPPPP 🥺😩♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Closing Time [g.d. au series]

Chapter One 

Summary: It’s the last year of college for Y/N and her friends before their destined to be separated by adulthood. They’re doing everything in their power to make some final memories before it’s time to close the book and move on. However, while it seems everyone has found their partner to go about the rest of life with, Y/N is stuck by herself, and the thought it terrifying. When she has spent so much time making sure her friends have someone to love, she’s been blind to the one person who would die for the chance to take her home every night.  

Word Count: 8.1k 

AU Type: College!Grayson

Warnings: None yet. 

Author’s Note: So, uhhh, I know it’s been a minute, but I just wanted to post this first chapter of something I’ve been sitting on for a second and see how it does. I’m going to try something different and do a series instead of a one-shot for once. If you guys like it, and it’s well received, I’ll keep going with it! Just, please, do not ask for the next chapter or when it will be coming out - it’ll be better if you guys let me take my time because you’ll get longer chapters and more of it. I’m also in the midst of an Ethan story and am going to try to rotate between the two stories so please be patient with me. I hope you guys like it.. also, this same day last year, I finished my first DT fanfic, so I felt it was appropriate to keep the tradition going :) 

August 

Grayson Dolan is a master manipulator, plain and simple.

You would never think so at first – he’s good at hiding his true form when it comes to strangers and adults. However, if you get him in a room with his friends, you’ll see what he’s really like.

Grayson Dolan is the wild child.

To most, it is Grayson who they see as the man made from gold; he is the polite one, the one who you take home to your mother, the athletic one with so much potential, the prom king, and the one out of the two that his mother always likes to brag about during her Wednesday night book club with the other mother’s in town.

Those people did not see the diabolical creature underneath, only a man with a good beating heart, and a smile that makes the sun look dim in his presence. Adults he was always trying to impress had never been victim to the Grayson Dolan that Y/N had the pleasure of getting to know. That Grayson Dolan was not a ‘little’ charmer, but a masterful one that left her dancing on puppet strings for him whenever he decided it was her turn to come out of the box and play.

He always got his way.

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I feel like if I don’t write something and post it soon everyone will forget about me and my writing lmao

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Days of Thunder

(2) LOST BOY

Part 1 Available here. 

A/N: Alright here we go, part 2! I just wanna take a moment and thank everyone who read and enjoyed part 1 and gave it some love :) If you haven’t read it, you definitely should to understand what’s going on here!  

Summary: Ethan and Y/N just met and already share the biggest secret of their entire lives. 

Word count: 5.3K

Previously…

Actually it does because his eyes that aren’t quite green are staring back at you wide and with the same kind of confused, panicked curiosity that you’re giving him. Despite the fact that you haven’t even said a word to one another. 

And suddenly it dawns on you. What you’re seeing. What it means. Because it’s not Grayson you’re looking at. No, you’ve looked at Grayson for two years and you’ve never seen this. No. 

It’s Ethan.

It’s Ethan. 

In color. 

II. 

When it comes to the soulmate theory, Ethan just has one thing to say. 

Fuck soulmates. And color. 

Really, he didn’t believe it for a second. Maybe because his parents saw in black and white their entire lives and he never once doubted their compatibility. No one loved his mom as much as his father did, no two people were more perfect for each other, there’s just no way. 

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Please write about any one of the twins and the moment the twin realize he’s in love with you

Oh boy Anon, when I think about simple moments like this, I really can’t help but think about Ethan because if you couldn’t tell by now, I really love to write him in soft, and vulnerable instances because he’s really just an absolute ray of moonlight to me (I can’t say sunshine because that’s all Gray) 

So, I think Ethan realizing he’s in love with you would hit him like a ton of fucking bricks, because not only does the feeling absolutely overwhelm him, but it comes out of nowhere in the most nonchalant circumstance. 

Like, I think you and him would be dating for about 8-10 months by now, and you’re having a sleepover because it’s a Friday night, and you’ve just got done with a tough week of classes while he’s completely exhausted from filming the past few days for their new series. So, as soon as Ethan gets in his Jeep, he’s calling you up and begging you to meet him at his house with a bunch of fun sleepover things, and he promises to pick up snacks, and makes a mental note to throw a bunch of blankets in the dryer so they’re nice and warm for the two of you when you’re lying on the couch watching movies. 

When you get there, he’s got the whole spread all laid out - Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips in a big bowl, tortilla chips with pineapple salsa, Twizzlers - one dunked in a bottle of coke because he knows you like to use them as straws, popcorn with M&M’s already melting over the salty goodness, and a bunch of fizzy drinks that’ll have you buzzing more than Ethan already makes your veins sing. 

The whole night is nothing different than what the two of you are usually doing. For a while you guys are watching movies, him popping a piece of candy in his mouth, then yours, then him, and so on before he gets bored by the third movie and he’s pulling you into his lap for a heavy make out session which lasts until the credits. Then he starts digging through your bag of “typical sleepover stuff” - raising his brows curiously when he pulls out face masks and nail polish while you shrug, which leads to trying the stuff out and letting him paint your toe nails in every single color you brought. 

Once you’ve moved on to slathering his face in charcoal mud, he’s pulling up the front camera on his phone every five minutes, completely in awe that the shit is sinking so deep in his pores as it dries. 

“My god, babe, my skin was so disgusting, why haven’t we done face masks before?”

“Because you always make fun of me and say I look like an alien, then laugh and go back to washing your face with a bar of soap.”

 “Let’s go to Ulta, or Lush and get more of this shit tomorrow. I’m gonna text James and see if he has any good recs.”

And once his face is rinsed and you give him some moisturizer, he’s literally grabbing your hand for the rest of the night and making you feel how smooth his cheeks feel. 

“Isn’t it soft?!”

“Like a baby, E, so silky smooth,” you joke every time he asks. 

But none of these are the moments he realizes he’s in love with you. 

It’s while both of you are lying in bed - him scrolling through his phone, letting the blue light coax his eyelids to get heavier and heavier, while you’re sitting up on your side of the bed with your nose deep in a copy of “In a Dark, Dark Wood”. 

The room is completely silent apart from your swift flipping of pages. 

And then Ethan’s attention shifts from his phone, jumping in place when he hears a loud gasp before he watches you chuck the book across the room and into his closet. Your eyes are wide, a hand clamping over your mouth once you watch a couple of his sunglasses knock off the dresser. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Ethan asks, humor in his tone while he looks at you. 

“Sorry, sorry, there was this huge fucking plot twist, and now I’m like… personally offended by this whole thing, oh my god, why would she write that fucking book like that?! Seriously, she just gave me a heart attack, wow, I’m gonna burn that book, no I’m going to lock it in a box and bury it in the backyard. How much money do you think it would cost to send it into space? I need it out of my life forever. Wow, what the fuck was that, oh my god, do you want to hear about it?”

And Ethan’s just staring at you with this twinkle in his eye that isn’t really evident with just the dim lamp next to your side of the bed. But he’s looking at you with awe, emotions surging up his whole body, and his brains feels like one thousand fireworks have gone off inside his head. And he’s picturing a future with you all of a sudden, and he feel like he has to call his dad this very second to talk about it. Or get Grayson to go with him to Tiffany’s, which is crazy because it’s only been a little less than a year, but he’ll buy a fucking engagement ring tomorrow just to have it on hand for the next time you do something so simple and he starts to fall in love all over again. 

But for right now, he has to swallow the words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off - which he won’t because you realized how in love you were with him last month when you caught him in the candy aisle at the grocery store bopping along to the song playing overhead with his hands already in a bag of Swedish Fish - and he just scoots closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your stomach. 

“Tell me all about it, babe.”

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