#Ethan and Grayson Dolan

[shadesofsturniolo]

telling my kids this is the sister squad

[sturniluvr]

you can’t convince me these two aren’t the same mf😭😭 my goofs fr

[whos-madi]

[mangoposts]

Grayson girls are now Matt girls and Ethan girls are now Chris girls

[sachihii]

oh my god.

[secret-sturniolo]

the dolan twins fan to sturniolo triplets fan pipeline is very real i fear

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[naileadevoras]

[rehanasa]

they were my first love.

[metyouinthehallway]

the whole thing ab the triplets not posting with madi anymore because people don’t know how to fucking behave is beyond me. i’ve been in multiple different fandoms throughout my teen years and this definitely isn’t the first time it’s happened. it happened with the dolan twins and posting with emma, it happened with rudy pankow and madison bailey. it happens so often to the point where it’s normalized. it’s not even about hate anymore, it’s about boundaries. this is about fans of anyone not knowing when to fucking stop. look at chappell roan having to release a statement setting her boundaries with fans. stalking and harassment and disrespect in general to someone you supposedly idolize (or anyone for that matter!) is wild. i could name countless situations where this shit has happened and it’s sad. people drove to dolan twins off the internet for being blatantly disrespectful to them, whether you realize it it not, it’s deteriorating to someone’s mental health, let’s remember that cause because they’re a public figure doesn’t mean respect & boundaries go out the window!

[elitegrayson]

Grayson putting his enemy, Y/N, to bed after he found her drunk. She’s all smiley and ask him to stay the night to cuddle together. They’ve never touched but seeing her in bed made him starstruck

i loveeee your mind, you asked and so you shall receive. i hope you like it!

Featuring: Grayson x reader

You had what seemed to be the worst week of your life. Schoolwork was piling up, and you weren’t doing the best in your classes. You were having car trouble this week, and it cost you an arm and a leg to get it all fixed. Not to mention you’re at this club with your "friend,” and it only took you 30 minutes to realize she left with her boyfriend. It also took you 30 minutes to realize that they were your ride, so now you don’t know how the hell you’re getting home. You felt like a third wheel the whole night anyway, but it didn’t matter. You just wanted to have a good time, or at least try to.

“God damnit,"  you whispered to yourself while checking the Lyft prices. They all seemed to be $50–80 dollars, money you weren’t trying to spend at the moment. The club was closing soon, and you were a drink away from being laid out on the floor. You ignored those thoughts, got one last shot, and got back on the dance floor.

People were soon certain to leave, but you were still trying to get the best out of the shot you took. You probably looked crazy dancing by yourself, but you didn’t care until you saw a familiar face coming towards you.

“Y/N?” He said it took you a few seconds to realize who this face was. Of course, it just had to be him.

Grayson Dolan.

You and him were never cool. Even as kids, you guys were always bickering. He thinks he’s all that, and only certain girls get to be with him. As if it’s a privilege.

No, it’s more like a punishment, and you feel sorry for every bimbo that has crossed his path.

“W-what? What are you even doing here?” You slurred angrily, inching a little bit closer just to see if it was really him.

"Yeah, I’m not too happy to see your face either, but what? A guy like me can’t be out and about.” He smirked.

“I never said all that; all I’m saying is—" You stopped, feeling your mouth get watery. You know this all too well, and soon you were throwing up everything you had that night.

A few people noticed, and a man shouted, "Aw, nah! Get her out of here. Now I have to be the one to clean that shit up!” Grayson immediately snapped back, saying, “Fuck off, man, I got her. You work at a nightclub; I’m sure this isn’t your first time seeing vomit.”

You started to lose balance, but Grayson caught you. Your eyes were watery, and the acid taste left in your mouth made you want to vomit again. "C'mon, Y/N, let’s get out of here. They are about to close.” He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to the door.

"Bleh, I hate throwing up.” You mumbled, walking out.

“Who doesn’t?” He chuckled, still holding on to you tightly.

“I dunno, I just want to get this taste out of my mouth as soon as I can.” You couldn’t tell what was worse—the fact that you threw up in public or the fact that Grayson was taking you home. He doesn’t even like you, nor do you like him.

Those lyft prices aren’t looking too bad right now.

Soon enough, he arrives at your apartment. "Okay, Y/N, we are at your place.” Grayson says, putting the car in the park. Somehow, the drive back home made your body feel like a noodle. You knew you would have trouble just making it to the front door. As embarrassing as this already is, you needed him to carry you.

"C'mon, get up; we need to get you inside.” He said this, unbuckling his seatbelt and yours. “Mm can’t move. I need you to carry me.” You moaned softly, sticking your arms out, hoping he’d do what you requested.

“You’re kidding, right? Are you so drunk you can’t even walk? Not even to the steps?” He replied, trying to see if you were serious or not. Grayson thought it was kind of cute to see you need him, because you did.

God knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t seen you at the club. Deep down, he’s a good guy and a good “friend” to you, even if you don’t remember this in the morning.

You just nodded your head slightly, and he sighed, but agreed. “Yayyy!” you cheered as he got out of the car, coming to your side to open up the door. You lifted your arms out again as he picked you up in bridal style. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his neck. God, he smelled amazing, you thought.

He was thinking the same thing in his mind, getting a whiff of your vanilla perfume from your hair, which the wind brought to his nose. “Don’t forget my purse; the key is in there, along with my lip combo. Please make sure my purse is closed. I lost it once, and I cannot lose it again—" He cut you off, already getting your key out.

"Yeah, yeah, princess, I know what to do.” He huffed, opening up your door and closing it behind him.

"Okay, smartass, well, my room is upstairs; did you know that?” You snapped back at him, pulling away from his neck and giving him a look.

He didn’t say anything in response, and he made his way upstairs to your room. He laid you down on your bed and took off your shoes. "Alright, well, I did my part. You made it back safely, so I’m going to head out.” Grayson announced, looking around your room to see if anything else needed to be done.

You laid there and started giggling and smiling, rubbing what was left of your mascara that was soon to be around your eyes. Grayson scanned your body, seeing how pretty your boobs sat in your tight black top. The further you laid back, the more your shirt rose, giving him a glimpse of your belly piercing. Your torso and legs looked perfect in your jean skirt, which had a slit on the left side that showed your upper thigh. He was mesmerized, but no words left his mouth.

You didn’t notice him taking all of your beauty in, but you did notice he was still here. “Will you stay and cuddle with me, Grayson?” You blurted out, still lying down but turning to the side to face him. You don’t know why you asked, but it felt right.

"Oh, I would, but I uh...” He stumbled over his words, still distracted by your body. He couldn’t find the words to say. In that moment, he thought you looked beautiful.

You gazed at him with glossy eyes, waiting for a response. "Okay, fine, but just for a little while and only because you’re drunk.” He gave in and took off his shoes and jacket, placing them off to the side.

You scooted over slightly so he could have some room next to you. He placed his arm around you while you snuggled up under him. This is definitely not how you thought your night was going to end, and neither did he.

[lalachat]

Today I learned Ethan Dolan got married… mourning the loss of the wedding vlog that we could’ve had😭

But in all honesty~ I’m so so so happy for E!!!🤍

[tylchristine]

i love watching 2016-2019 youtube

[whos-madi]

if you were a dolan twins girly back in 2016-2019, I KNOW you're a sturniolo triplet girly now. grayson and chris lane ppl where you at 🥰🥰

[grayswhore]

Coming back from the dead to say OMG THEYRE MARRIED!!!!

[ik33pitundercover]

a message to my fellow ex-dolan twins stans and turned sturniolo triplets stan from 2021-2022:

do y’all also get ptsd from the twins whenever the triplets switch up their content style😭 like once the triplets stopped making their car videos (“as regularly”) this past month i’ve literally been paranoid their gonna disappear like the twins bcs they decided they’ve “outgrown youtube” LIKE OMG (edit: the quotes aren’t me discredited the twins decision to leave the internet im js tryna quote them yk :)

like ik the triplets have planned out videos for the next couple of months going into october but the twins did say they weren’t leaving youtube and then literally did LMAO

(this might be too niche but plsss make some noise if you relate bcs i feel like i’m going crazy here lmfao)