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[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: emily davis x gn!reader WARNINGS: the basement scene, no use of y/n GENRE: angst to comfort SONG INSPIRATION: space by the dolan twins WORD COUNT: 924 REQUESTED: yes NOTE: two in one day, in my active era?

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the basement was cold, but the tension in the room froze you more than the air ever could. emily sat on the counter, her back pressed against the wall, blood seeping from the gash on her shoulder. everyone stood frozen, staring at her like she was already one of them.

mike held the gun, his knuckles white around the grip as he paced. “we can’t take any chances,” he said, his voice strained. “she’s been bitten.”

emily’s face was pale, her hands trembling as she clutched her arm. “i’m fine,” she snapped, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her fear. “it’s just a bite– it’s not even the same thing!”

“you don’t know that!” ashley shouted, her voice breaking. “what if you turn into one of those things? what if you kill us all?”

emily flinched at ashley’s words, her defiance cracking, and that was when you moved.

“enough!” you shouted, stepping between emily and mike’s shaking gun. your heart hammered in your chest, but you refused to let it show. “put the gun down, mike.”

mike’s eyes darted to you, confusion and frustration battling in his expression. “are you insane? she’s bitten! she could turn!”

“then i’ll deal with it if it happens,” you said firmly, using your body as a shield between emily and the barrel of the gun. “but i’m not letting you kill her over a maybe.”

ashley scoffed, throwing her arms up. “oh, great! and when she turns and bites you first, then what? you wanna play the hero, fine, but don’t drag us all down with you!”

you turned to glare at her. “would you shut the fuck up for five seconds? she’s not turning! we don’t even know how this works. what if it’s just a wound and nothing else?”

“and what if it’s not?” mike demanded, his voice low.

you looked him in the eye, your voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside you. “then i’ll be the first one she bites. but i’d rather risk that than let you kill her because you’re scared.”

the room fell silent. no one could meet your gaze, not even mike.

emily’s voice broke through the silence, soft and trembling. “you don’t have to do this…”

you turned to her, your expression softening. “yes, i do.”

because you loved her. because even if she didn’t know it, even if she never would, you couldn’t stand by and watch her die.

she gave you a look. wide-eyed, disbelieving, and so painfully vulnerable that your chest ached. 

“why?”

you didn’t answer, not directly. you just leaned beside her, pressing a hand gently to her good shoulder. “you’re going to be fine, em. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

mike hesitated, his hand twitching on the gun. “you’re seriously going to risk all of us for her?”

you shot him a stern look over your shoulder. “this isn’t just about her. this is about all of us. if we start turning on each other, we might as well give up now. what do you think is gonna happen if you kill her and it turns out she was fine?”

mike’s jaw clenched, his confidence cracking under the weight of your words. ashley fidgeted beside him, opening her mouth as if to argue but ends up saying nothing.

emily’s voice, softer this time, broke the uneasy silence. “they’re right, mike. if you do this, you’ll never be able to take it back.”

he glanced at emily, then at you. slowly, reluctantly, he lowered the gun completely, his shoulders sagging. “fine,” he muttered, shoving the weapon into his jacket. “but if she starts showing signs…”

“she won’t,” you cut him off, your tone leaving no room for argument.

mike huffed, but he didn’t press the issue. instead, he stormed off to the other side of the room, muttering under his breath.

you exhaled, the tension in your chest loosening just enough for you to feel the ache in your limbs. turning back to emily, you checked on her. “how bad is it?”

she shrugged weakly, wincing at the movement. “it’s not great, but i’ve had worse.”

you frowned, brushing her hair out of her face. “we’ll get it cleaned up and wrapped. you’ll be okay.”

for the first time that night, emily let her guard down, her voice breaking as she whispered, “i thought he was really going to shoot me.”

your heart clenched at the vulnerability in her tone. you wanted to reach for her hand, to comfort her, but you settled for keeping your voice steady. “i wouldn’t let that happen.”

she looked up at you, her dark eyes searching yours for something. “why do you care so much?”

you froze, the question hitting harder than you expected. the truth was there, sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. not now. not here.

instead, you smiled faintly. “because you of all people don’t deserve this, you didn’t choose for it to happen to you.”

emily stares at you for a moment longer before a small, almost smile tugged at her lips. she leaned her head back against the wall, exhaling shakily.

the others didn’t say much after that. the tension remained, thick and suffocating, but no one dared to challenge you again. and as you sat beside emily, quietly tending to her wound, you knew you’d made the right choice.

even if she never knew how you really felt, at least she’d be alive to never know. that was enough for now.

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[nickssidewitch]

See I always wonder tho, the girls that get likes on their pics all the way in different countries get hate— so they might as well start “soft launching” the idea of women in their lives at all (like how they say they don’t do videos with girls bc of shipping comments). I feel like ofc people will freak out and the tweens will act like the world is ending but after awhile it won’t be such a big deal like it will be kind of normalized. Do they not think that way?

Or will it be like the Dolan Twins where Ethan had been dating his gf for awhile and then one day she just kinda appeared and that was that?

It will never be normalized 😭 I’ve been in like a thousand fandoms, it never gets normalized as long as there are immature or young fans in the fandom.

Some of their relationships will be like “whoa that came out of nowhere” and other relationships they’ll have will be like “aw i expected that 🥹”

[stolenatbirth]

This is my second book, after my author surprisingly got robbed in her own house. I  guarantee the Voto family hired someone to break in and steal my book, (ALTHOUGH I can’t prove it.) Who would take everything, especially 3 books and leave needles hanging around!  A junkie would be in and out as fast as they

Can!  I found an identical twin during covid as this evil family never wanted me near a computer!  The odds of finding what I found is 1 and 3 trillion!  I went to

a DNA Lab who said, “Sir, we have no time today we are really busy!  I said van you do me one favor?  The wonderful lady saif sure what is it?  She asked? I should have the pictures of me and my “twin”.  I said, “Can you look at these?

She said, “who is that boy?”  I said, “can you repeat yourself, I’m deaf in my left ear from Hilti guns doing construction.  My whole life!”  She said again, “who is

that boy?  I said, Exactly!  The boy on the left in the Buffalo Bills coat is supposedly a cousin I never meet in my life!  The boy on the right is me!!  She

said “OMG how did you find this?  I said God is good isn’t He?  She said absolutely.  She then said son his birthday!  I replied with evidence, August 20, 1969!!  She then said your birthday?  I said Nov 6, 1969!  She then said, OMG

then she said your birth weight?  I said, 9 lbs 5 oz. 

Then she said, “Son I have owned this lab for 30 years and have never seen anything Like this!!  Come in! ”  She said.  “First thing are these people military?

I said yes, 2 potatoe peelers, and 1 high Air Force Major!  She said,  “Son, if you went to any other lab in the US, they would have covered this up. I have seen it for years, and specialize in Immigration DNA!  This is not your family!  That is your

Identical twin brother!  They would have taken your swabs that you contaminated in plastic baggies anyway and covered up!  She brought me in and guided me on how to properly do the DNA in a newspaper that can hold the DNA 2 weeks if you

don’t put in freezer!  “If” you  put in freezer within that time it will last for 100 years!  She then said, the government already have you tracked since birth.  You

need to hire a private genealogist!!  Then she said go to a DNA lab of the government for evidence and do the tst for fun, just to verify this evil!!  Child trafficking and harvesting is a 500 billion $ industry.  She also said you found your

twin!  Now you have to find your parents and brothers and sisters if any!  Nick Dolan had one sister listed. She said “don’t worry you found him now find the rest!

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So, lets start my life story of abuse and the pathological and narcissistic family of lies!! First Lie!!  I was told my whole life, I jumped off my 2 story porch on 115 Morrison Ave, Somerville, MA.  My phone number was 627-666-9334! I jumped for my sneaker and landed on my head, 2 stories!?!  Mary Voto “said” she ran up and down the street holding my head together til her mother arrived!  We only had one car at that time! Johnny Voto was a truck driver for Olympia Trucking at the time!  They supposedly brought me to the hospital!! This was a lie  of a lifetime I would have been dead at 2 years old, if that happened my skull was too

Soft to live through a fall like that!  When I confronted John Voto he was Deputy Chief of Police of Tewksbury, MA.  My fake brother in 2022 on a phone call brought up the story!  He “denied” that happened at that house.  He said, which was the first pathological lie from him.  This is a loser  fake brother that has known

For years I was taken at birth.  Such pure evil! 

Somerville at the  time of my childhood was called slumberville.  It was a poor city!  Where we used to play sports on the streets and swim in the city pool when I was open and “if���we didn’ make it there!  The fire hydrant would do!  We used to steal carts from Johnny’s Food Master for go cart wheels so we could have fun!  At 6 years of age my cousin (we used to call each other that). Mickey Ma221 and I used to throw rocks at cars!   We got caugjt one day as the man from one of the cars chased us o 125 Morrison Ave, my abducted house!  We were hiding under the porch when he found us!  He asked where we lived.  I said, upstairs!  Mikey said he lived there too because he didn’t  want to get into trouble!  But as I have always told the truth to adults I said he lives around the corner!  Well that didn’t go well.  That’s when the beatings started coming!  The abuse from Johnny was horrible!  At 7 years old I loved playing with matches.  My friend Damien McCaferty who lived 2 houses away actually was flicking matches in his front yard!  It was a dry summer so the grass went up and caught fire.  By the time it was put out we burnt a 10 by 20 ft section of his yard!  Well his dad  came over and told Johnny Voto that night what we did!  Well,  Johnny took my hands and put them over an open flame on the stove to burn.  So I would learn my lesson as his wife was screaming out of the top of  her lungs!  I was concentrating on not to cry

and ignored the pain!  This guy wasn’t going to break me. I learned how to block the pain  out.  That didn’t stop me from playing with matches a couple of weeks later while I stayed home from school.  I was in  the back porch flickering matches in the trash and it went up in fire.  I watched it for a minute and woke  Mary and said the porch is on fire!  We  put it out as the rails  to the porch were charred from

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the fire!  We hid it for a long time!  Can’t remember the punishment for that one!   Thank God!  Around 8ish I was placed in the Montessori School for the gifted kids!  I excelled there, and was  at Powder House Park!  We were not allowed to talk or know each others  names!  It was crazy!  The other kids were chartered in

from other towns across  the state!  We went in every day and grabbed our totes

with our daily work in them!  1 hour before we left we went over the daily work.

We swapped over answers to the person next  to us so we didn’t cheat!  If we got 100 on any of the sections and sniffs of different smells of fruit!   As I remember Montessori School a lot oit6 was mathematics, strategies, tactics,  logics!  It was

nothing  like regular school and nothing  like the say now a days of God.  I just

got sick of the quiet and no recess!  I remember looking at Somerville High School

kids playing in playground as I was waiting for my bus to go home!  Wishing I there!  Mary Voto would go for parent teacher every month  to that school.  Not like regular parent teacher every report card.   So I was so sick  and depressed of being there I dropped my grades and slept from Feb to June on my desk to get out of there!  To get back to my real friends at Lowell School and be normal again.  Man the torture in that  house  continued when John and Mary  went out!  Stephen

and John used to make me kiss the babysitter!  I think that’s where my bad boy an hormones  started kicking in.  But as we grew older the would be baby sitter  would torture me! To the point I would fight back!  One time got me so bad!  I went after them with a broom as I was 8 years old.  I took the broom and railed back to swing at them that I smashed  through Johnny’s light show. Basically strobe lights that moved with the music.  When he had his friends over  he used to do his drugs and  used with the lights off! And music and lights going! Well that

night wasn’t a night to remember we all got beatings for talking too much when

we were up in our room at bedtime.  I never had my own bed in Somerville.  I guess we know why now!  I was taken at birth!  So I would sleep on the floor!

Of fight with Stephen to move over and let me sleep with him!  Most of the time

I just took to the floor.  Stephen  was the type of child if you won a fight he would

Come at you with a weapon. How do you think out of Somerville to 80 Green Meadow Dr Tewksbury I started  excelling in sports as I had long blond hair an

dressed differently than country people.  I was in second grade when I moved!  I

was outcast and no one wanted to be friends with me because I was different.  I hated going to school especially on the bus where a neighbor  down the street used to torture me.  Her name was Holly Athertin!  It took about 6 months to adjust as I

was all alone!  My brothers were a couple of years older.  I don’t know what they were going through!  As I look back  I was always separated from those two.  When I went  to see relatives I was always by myself.  Stephen and John went together.  I remember the day I fit in  like yesterday!       3.    

They were playing kick ball and let me join in! I kicked that ball farther than anyone has ever seen!  From that moment I was popular! It was like back in Somerville when I played sports with the other boys!  I was the MVP of my street hockey team that lost in the finals!  As I was 2 to 3 years younger than all of them!

I loved every sport I played; BMX, football, basketball, English horseback riding,

wrestling!  The only good thing that evil Mary Voto did for me was sneak me out

in her an, for sports, when her husband hardly let her drive us anywhere!  He was an evil controlling man! Never cared about us.  But his damn cars and drugs!  It wasn’t easy for Steven and John either!  But, I wasn’t they’re real brother and I didn’t deserve any of this nightmare!  I used to try to stay over my friends house overnight at 11 and 12 and teen years; just so I could get away from that evil house! We used to watch Mary make or buy dinner for us!  But we had to wait for that evil man to eat first and we would get and scavenge for whatever scraps were left; and it was awful! I was always hungry and starving at elementary school!!

My stomach was always growling in class before lunch!   I was so embarrassed!

All of us growing up in the 70’s and 80’s were not to talk about whats going on in the home we lived in!  My great friend Sheila Foster just passed away last year! She was one of my best friends in Tewksbury growing up with my other best friend Brad Homola! Sheila used to come to all my childhood sports games rain or shine. Boy its tough to talk about!  I used to always look for her to make sure she was there to watch me!  She was like a sister that I never had, and missed everyday!  Brad  and I used to go to her house a lot!  We actually got caught sleeping in her tiny closet.  It was so funny when I first met her mother and around 4am.  In that closet  Brad literally had our legs up on the wall it was that small! She opened the door and said, “I knew there were boys here!  Lol!  First before Brad and I could say a word was Sheila yelling out “Ma, that’s Jason you would like him. You talked to him on the phone all the time!  Lol!  This story  has been told to

so many laughs over the years!  I will always be remembered  as so will she! Such a great friend and woman!  Looking back on my detailed memory  my Godmother call me Jakey Vovo where would you get that name as my name was Jason!!! But

we soon will know the truth!   My Tewksbury neighborhood was all great friends.  We did everything together till we hit junior high!  We all went our separate ways.

I will never say I was a perfect child!  I came into my looks early an took full advantage  of it with the girls!  Lost my virginity to the neighbor at 12 years old! That year is when I fell in love with baseball!  I excelled at it!  My neighbor Lee

Cowir  was like the bad news bears coach.  He was always drinking beers on the way to games and way home!  He was a good guy!  I was talented as you will see,  

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as my son, now plays in the majors.  Later on in the story I will give his name!  The abuse started with my gay cousin Mike, Susans’ brother whose father raped half of the family!  Jimmy Stewart!  Mike did just stupid things like spin the bottle and touching my penis! Jimmy took me to work one day, as I will never forget!

We were delivering peanut butter to Teddy Peanut Butter in Charleston MA! As

we were pulling out he asked to see my penis!  I was only 10 years old!  He just touched it thank God!  But, later in life, I found out he raped my aunt Eileen when she was a teen!  That is Jimmy’s wife’s little sister!  This man was a pig!  Then at

covid Emme Stewart called me and was depressed! I said Emma listen I just found my identical twin brother as that Voto family tried to lock me up with lied!  I said, is everything ok?  She said sadly yes!  She then said Jason remember when my mother died of breast cancer?  I was 15 years old!  I said yes!  She said we were at a family function as you came over to me and said Emma any boys mess with you, you call or come see me!  Well, after you walked away I said to my grandmother Pat, a Stewart who was my favorite aunt! Emma.  I said, grandma he doesn’t look like them, and he doesn’t act like them!!  Pat’s shunned her in silence and said Emma please don’t ever say that again, As we know now years later why she said

that!  Back to childhood, I was always separated from those 2 fake brothers of mine when I went to see my Nana or  I went to see my grandfather Arthur Dolan on the other side of the family!  I went up to Grand Lake Stream Maine for a week

with Arthur.  By the way this all came out.  My fake mother told her sisters, when Arthur died not to tell anyone of his death!  Evil!  Mary’s younger sister Barbara

Dolan Storella said!  Mary that is impossible!! There is a little thing called the internet and Facebook, not to mention Twitter! This evil woman knew if we drove

way up to Maine for his wake, I would see my own brother and sisters eyes and know they were my family!  Pure evil!  I remember I loved my grandfather now knowing he was really my uncle!  I was 8 years old when he took me to Grand Lake Stream to his acres of land!  We called it the Poor Farm.  I don’t know why

they just did!  He took me  for a week as Stephen John and his son David were up

there that summer before me!  The cleaned and worked doing landscaping and ripping weeds out of the pond!  When I was there I was getting into mischief.  I would let the air out of his farming tractor!  Try to clime down a 300 ft well.  Boy was I a hyper kid!  Well we were going home from my grandfather put me on a raft in his little pond!  He said just float around while I mow the farm!  I was like  good luck with that!  The tires were very low!  He said we are gonna leave at 10am

to go to the dog track in Seabrook!  Post time is 12:30pm. We don’t want to be late! Gramps was a big gambler!  Back in the day he had his own dogs and kennel!  He got them from Ireland and had many champions!     5.

I found out later in life!  Well when he finished mowing we were all packed up and ready to go!  We got in the car! He said, Jason let me see your penis!! I was in shock!  Because this was the first uncomfortable moment in my life!  But thinking back now, he just wanted to make sure I was a stallion! He didn’t touch me or anything!  We just went on our way!  We got to Seabrook on time for the first race. For this is when I learned I had mathematics in me!  He showed me in 2 minutes how to read the program book of the dogs!  How the break out of the gate and how they go in every quarter of mile of the track! I figured it out quickly!  He was letting me pick trifectors for $2.00, which means they have to come in exact order!

I really wanted to win! The first on I picked 2 out of 3 came in!   I was so close!

The second one I picked threw a long shot in! I could read the odds on the board outside on the track!  I picked 8, 4, 1.  It came in! I knew I won a good sum of money!  I said gramps, I won!  He smiled and said, yes!  So I followed him up to the ticket counter.  I knew it was $1,$4.00. In these days of mid 70’s it was like

$1800.00 in 20 20’s.  The teller handed him the money, and he put in his left pocket as I was not taking my eyes off of him!  He said he had to go to the bathroom. I followed him and pretended to pee next to him. When he was done

I was done! He wenet to wash his hands and I said, Gramps am I gonna get that $?

He said ya fella and he reah4d in his left pocket and handed it to me.  Looking back now, I knew he was debating to just give me $20.  But he gave me it all! I

Was so excited!  I bought a BMX as all my friends had one!  I started racing BMX for awhile and I excelled at it!  All my friends had custom Red1nes GTS Hutch bikes I only had a Murray that was store bought!  I was still beating them!  It wasn’t about the bike!  It was about the strength in your legs! As I started getting into my teens.  And in puberty I started dating a lot of girls..a lot! My grandmother had a beach house at Salisbury Beach and I did not like her very much. No, she was a mean evil woman!  As during covid my step aunt Ann told me that my grandfather used to say David and Lisa his youngest of 7 were not his kids!  We used to go up to her beach house in the summer and Stephen always stayed as I would wiggle my way in!   It was my only way to get out of that evil housee!  I was meeting girls left and right but, every Saturday I would be depressed as their family vacation would be over!  They would  leave and I had no way really of seeing them again!  I was only 12  - 15 years old during this time!  So I had no

license!  But that Saturday night I got so used to another one I would find it would wipe that sorrow away! One time there was this girl Gail Mannings I slept with out of many 1,116 women I counted! Yes, 1,116 is correct! We had sex on the side of 495 Park and Ride after the movies!  After we were done having sex, she said

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you were way better than your brother Stephen!  I was horrified! Back to a childhood “trauma”! I was 12 years old coming home from school!  I just found

3 baby bunnies!  I was trying to save!  I came home and to my horrific surprise

The hair was ripped out of them!  I asked that evil Mary Voto what happened to my bunnies, I was so upset and angry!  She said Mac our dog got to them! So I

went out and hit poor Mac as I was watching these poor innocent bunnies die in

pain!  Come to find out Shirley Dolan, Mary’s sister’s daughter plucked those poor bunnies hair out!  Yes, another Devil’s sister!  Shirley was a mentally ill woman!

She had sex with her own brother Danny Dolan.  I found this out through Danny’s wife!  Picked up the phone one day as Danny and Shirley were talking on the phone!  His wife Karen overheard Danny Saying, “Shirley you were the best sex of my life!  Danny just opened a can of worms!  His wife went downstairs where Danny hung out on down time! She rubbished through his things! Only to find more evidence as to her surprise, she found pictures of men preforming head to Danny in his military boxes! That he used as storage!  This was a sick Dolan family!  That evil Mary Voto tried, lying in Lowell courts during covid! Said I was saying her sister was my mother!  What a sick woman lying under oath!  Shirley Kinsell, a Dolan is my mother, her aunt!  The evil this family is!  Boy were they

Desperate to medicate me!  Back to my childhood detailed memories!  As I said

I was a good athlete! I came home one night with Brian Alyward who was a great

Athlete and David French!  We walked through the garage!  I was happy hanging out with these kids!  We opened the finish basement door!  Where Johnny and his friend Bobby Bertrand were! Man did he pot smoke blow out!  As they were sitting there stoned and coked out of their minds!   Dave and Brian called their parents for

a ride home!  They knew to leave situations like that in those days!  I was never so

embarrassed and ashamed of this piece of shit household I grew up in!  These people were not made to have children!  Brian and Dave never looked at me the same!  I don’t blame them! All my neighbors…we were so close and used to always hang out in our neighborhood!  Playing spin the bottle, drinking, stealing weed from Johnny’s stash and whatever was available we found and experimented with!  In our teens!  But more embarrassment came when they found naked pictures of John and Mary in their night stand!  Disgusting! And it was bad for

Stephen and John too!  It was always something.  Just when we had dinner, Mary

Would feed that evil husband of hers, and we got to scavenge for whatever was left over! There were so many hidden secrets in that house! One of her brothers Eddy Dolan used to smoke weed like cigarettes, and had a pilot’s license as a boy that he got caught smuggling marijuana from Mexico to the States in the 1970’s.  He spent

time in Mexican prisons.   He used to come up to his mother’s beach house and walk around the beach with a joint in his ear like it was normal! I never got why the State  troopers never arrested him as we walked by them!  Now back to Danny Dolan the degenerate of the family when I used to stay at their original house in

Salisbury on long school vacations!

[poguesholland]

Marco Polo | Grayson Dolan

A game of Marco Polo in the pool with your best friend, Grayson, ends up revealing some hidden feelings.

Warnings: two curse words?

A/N: This is from my Wattpad, enjoy!

"Okay, one more round" Grayson, your bestfriend, pleads as Ethan closes the glass door. You nod and giggle, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You randomly swim around in the pool wherever you heard water splash until you got to twenty.

"Marco!" You call out, excitement bubbling in you as you always win at this game. Grayson wasn’t the most discrete swimmer, always splashing around and bursting into laughter.

Silence fills the air and suspense fills your body, feeling confused about why Grayson hasn't said 'Polo' by now. It was one of the games’ rules. You feel someone's hot breath against your lips and a deep voice speaks up making chills run through your body, "Polo”.

Your eyes flutter open to see that Grayson’s face is inches away from yours. A shocked look covers your face as Grayson locks eyes with you, not expecting him to be standing so close.

His eyes flicker from mine to your lips and he leans in slowly. Your eyes move to his lips then to his eyes hesitantly, heart beating out of your chest. What the hell was Grayson about to do? There was no way he felt that way about you. No way.

Grayson keeps his eyes on yours, reaching a hand up to caress your face. You find yourself leaning into his touch, closing your eyes for a second to register all of this. You open them and Grayson had his bottom lip held between his teeth, looking at you so intently.

This was wrong.

Both of his hands slowly trail down to your waist, gripping tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb rubs your waist, making goosebumps spread across your body.

He’s been your best friend since you were in diapers; yeah you’ve had a crush on him but you tried your best to push past it so you didn’t ruin your friendship.

Your faces were inches a part, noses bumping against each other softly and chests pressed against each other. Where did all of this come from?

But You couldn’t to stop him,

Your hands go up to his built chest, lips parted in anticipation as you breathe heavily because of how nervous you were. Was Grayson actually going to do this?

Or yourself.

He parts his lips lightly as he tilts his head, the eye contact just making you even more flustered.

You wanted this so badly.

Grayson slowly leans down to your head level and licks his lips, giving your eyes one last glance before his soft lips pressed against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him back immediately, melting into the kiss you’d been daydreaming about for so long. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. The heat of the kiss rushes through your veins, giving you chills.

You would have never imagined his lips would feel this perfect against your lips. This was so wrong, but they felt so good.

The kiss was so passionate, his soft lips moving against yours in sync. Graysons hands slide further back your waist, to meet at the small of your back which pushes you impossibly close to him.

The kiss was more perfect that you had imagined.

His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth, as if he were asking for permission. You grant it, letting him enter and explore your mouth with his muscle. The kiss becomes sloppier as your teeth clash against each other, but that only makes it more heated.

You didn’t know that kissing your best friend would feel so good.

His hands grip the back of your thighs and lift you up quickly, making you squeal. You wrap them around his waist, since he could reach the bottom better than you could. Grayson smiles against your lips, "You’re so cute”. A blush settles on your cheeks and you look away in embarrassment.

Taking you by surprise, he tilts his head to where you were looking and forcefully pushes his lips against yours. He tilts both of your heads back to face his original position, and kisses you deeply once again. Your hands slide from the back of his neck to his face, cupping it as your lips locked together.

You smile into the kiss, causing Grayson to smile as you both pulled away. “I really like you, Y/N." Grayson mumbled against your lips, his happy expression fading as he awaited your response. Your chest aches at the sight of his upset face, knowing that you do have feelings for him. You always have, and have always tried to convince yourself otherwise.

“I’ve had feelings for you since forever ago, but I was too scared to-" He continues but to shut him up, resting your forehead against his. Your y/e/c eyes meet his hazel eyes and they bite into each other, the silence of the moment relaxing us.

“I really like you too, Gray." You whisper against his lips, cheeks unintentionally turning a bright shade of red. A cheeky grin spreads on his face before you lean in and connect your lips into a soft kiss, making Graysons heart race.

“Aww, finally! You guys are so cute! Kristina, aren’t they so cute?” Ethan exclaims and Kristina agrees excitedly, making both of you jump. “What the fuck, Ethan!” Grayson yells at him, making you stifle your laughter as you hide your head in his neck.

“Sorry, sorry! We’ll let you guys get back to what you were doing, C’mon Ethan” Kristina pulled him into the house. Grayson leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder as you laughed into his neck. “Just don’t fuck in my swimming pool, I swim in there y’know-” Ethan says and your face turns more flushed than ever.

“Get the fuck out!” Grayson yells at his brother, making Ethan stumble inside. He shakes his head as you giggle at how angry he was, making him pull away from you so you took you head off his shoulder and faced him. “You find that funny, huh?” Grayson teased, raising his eyebrows as you shook your head, but your laughter said otherwise.

“You’re hot when you’re angry” You state honestly, leaving a kiss on Grayson’s cheek. He immediately becomes flustered, now becoming his turn to hide his face in your neck as you laugh once more.

[graysonsbailey]

[vintagedolan]

if ethan had a thirty second trailer

[bittywitches]

How do you think Grayson would act when meeting your younger sibling (like toddler)?

This is such a cute concept ok I wrote this with the thought of like,, 17 year old y/n and Grayson and 6 year old sister

I think before he’d even end up meeting her he’d be so nervous? Like of course he’s excited but he has so many hopes for when he meets her and he’s scared it’s not gonna go how he’s imagining it

You guys are still so young, you both met and became friends as freshmen, and only started dating at the end of sophomore year, but you already knew how much of a baby fanatic he is. He’d mentioned how excited he was to have a kid of his own, and he was always just so fun and loveable around kids. There’s been a few times where you’d gone to the elementary school nearby to volunteer, and Grayson had become best friends with almost every kid in the class you were helping with. It was easy, the kids were naturally attracted to him, and he was just so soft and tender with them. It made your heart swell, sometimes making you think about what it’d be like to have kids of your own with him someday... but you’d of course get embarrassed as soon as the though entered your mind.

Either way, it was safe to say that you were confident that your sister Oviya and your boyfriend would get along.

He, however, was incredibly frantic on the trip over, you having to drive because you didn’t trust him to with his bundle of nerves.

“But what if she doesn’t like me?”

“For the billionth time Gray, she’s going to love you.”

“How do you know? There’s a very big chance she’s gonna hate my guts.”

“You do know she’s a six-year old girl and not a high school cheerleader, right?”

“Y/N seriously! What am I gonna do if she doesn’t like me?” He looks away from the street his eyes have been following and looks at you. “I’m literally already in love with her, she’s the cutest thing ever all the photos you’ve shown me are so adorable and I just want to hug her and be best friendsss” He whines, falling back into the car seat as he brings his hands up to rub his face. “And oh my god that photo you showed me of her in that little blue dress and tiara? The one from her birthday? UGH-” He claps a hand onto his chest and clutches his shirt, groaning. “She owns my heart babe I will be BROKEN if she doesn’t like me, do you hear me? BROKEN!” 

You can’t help but try and stifle a laugh, trying to shield your giggles from him as you turn into your street.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you find this funny.”

“I’m sorry but it is!” You shake your head. “Besides I told you already, it’s not like this is the first first time she’s meeting you, she’s talked to you on the phone before and she loved you then!”

“That doesn’t count.” He crosses his arms. “Some random person on the phone she can forget about isn’t gonna be her best friend.” He mumbles under his breath.

You laugh. “Babe, it is hard enough trying to keep that girl’s attention. The fact that you were able to keep her on the phone for like, 20 minutes, that’s enough to earn you a medal or something.” 

He sighs. “I just really want her to fuckin like me.”

You look over at him, his solemn eyes staring out the window, and you can’t help but feel a bit soft for him. “God, you’re adorable.” You say, pulling into your house’s driveway. You park, turn the engine off, and twist in your seat to look at Grayson. “She’s going to adore you. So much.” You take his face and give him a quick peck on the lips, then turn around and step out of the car. “Now come oooon, I’m sure she’ll be-”

“Y/N!!!” You hear that familiar high pitched voice behind you, and you turn to see Oviya standing in the doorway, her hair in two little pigtails and the biggest grin on her face.

You sigh, smiling at her. “-waiting for you.” You finish.

Grayson steps out of the car on the other side, walking around and up to stand beside you, and the second his eyes fall on to the sweet little girl now standing on the porch in her little denim shorts and flashing sneakers, his eyes soften, the smile on his face growing so wide.

"Hey Vi, when’d you get home from school?” You shut the car door and scurry up the steps, bending down to give your sister a hug.

“Just a lil while ago.” Grayson made his way up the steps behind you. Oviya looked up at the boy, and he smiled at her, almost too giddily. 

“Hi Oviya, I’m Grayson!” He crouched down next to her, so he was eye level with her. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“You’ve met me already!” She exclaimed, giggling. Grayson smiled, laughing in return.

“Okay, I guess I have. But I’m happy I get to meet you in person! I love your shoes!” He looks down at them, and she grins at him.

“Thank you! Look, I can do a trick-“ she stomps both her feet on the ground one by one, making them flash pink and blue again.

Grayson gasps. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool! Where’d you get them? You think they’d have a pair in my size?”

She bursts out laughing at that, and Grayson can’t help but stare at the way her tiny hands come up to cover her face.

You, watching all this, once again feel that familiar warm fuzzy feeling in your chest, the same one you felt when Grayson had talked with Oviya on the phone.

“Oh! Oviya, I’ve got a little surprise for you.” He stands up and slings his knapsack off of his back. You look at him questioningly. What was he up to?

Oviya’s eyes widen. “Ooh! What is it?”

He sticks his hand into his bag, then pulls it back out to reveal a colourful box around the size of one of your school binders.

“Well, Y/N told me that you really like drawing and making art so...” he hands it to Oviya, and she grabs it with wide eyes. You lean over, curious to see what it is he’s giving her, and you eyes widen as well.

“No way did you get her-“

“An art kit??!” She rejoices, her mouth agape as she runs her fingers over the pictures of all the supplies she’d find inside, ranging from pencils to crayons to markers to paints, oh and all the colours and types and papers and—

“Do you like it?” Grayson asks, crouching down again, her silence unnerving him a little bit.

“Oh my gosh yes, thank you!” She places the box on the ground before throwing her arms over his shoulders, hugging him so tight. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

Grayson grins from ear to ear, wrapping his arms around the small girl. “Of course,” he says, then pulls away from her. “Wanna go try it out?”

“Holy crap yes!!!”

“Hey, language.” You finally speak up, still a bit mesmerized yourself at the gift.

“Sorryy,” she said hastily, picking the box up off the ground and rushing into the house, eager to start using the supplies.

Grayson gets up to follow her, but you grab his arm to stop him.

“Gray, how did you even know she wanted that kit?”

“I saw it in your camera roll, remember? When you were showing me pictures of her? You said she wanted it.”

“So you just got it for her? Gray this thing is like fifty dollars.”

He shrugged. “I’ve been saving up.”

“For what? Like six months??”

“Hey!”

“I know what your allowance is like Dolan.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does it matter? Look how happy she looks.” He peaked into the house and saw her sitting at the kitchen island, looking through the different patterned papers with stars in her eyes.

You can’t help but feel your heart triple in size. “Fuck, how are you the sweetest boy in the world?” He turns back to face you, smiling again. You return it, almost feeling like there may be tears prickling your eyes. You chuckle, cupping his face in your hands and pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“I love you.”

He grins. “Yea, I know.”

“Grayson, what’s your favourite colour?” You hear Oviya yell from inside, and Grayson pulls away from you, grabbing your hand to pull you inside the house.

“Why do you ask?”

“I wanna draw you!”

He turns to you again, covering his mouth with his hands. “She’s so fucking cute I’m gonna die.” He whispers to you, and you laugh, closing your front door behind you.

[ethanhes]

[ri-ahhh]

bad day

MJ has a bad day dealing with her snotty coworker, who wants MJ’s promotion and her boyfriend.

4.8k

warnings: potentially triggering BD thoughts/language; smut; obnoxious amount of fluff cuz idk about you but I need some softness

“Hi sweetheart,” Grayson says with a smile as MJ stalks into the living room with a scowl. She plops next to him on the couch and hurls her heels off with a flourished kick, glaring at where they land a few feet away on the shaggy rug. His grin falls when he notices her pinched face and lack of returned greeting. “Rough day?”

MJ nods and curls into his side, silently pleading for him to wrap her in his arms. Grayson obliges immediately and pulls her into his lap, tucking her as close to his chest as he can. When MJ asks for physical affection as comfort, which isn’t as often as you might think considering that’s one of the best ways she shows love, Grayson knows she really needs it.

“’S the matter, Peach?” he asks gently with a kiss to her forehead. He smooths her long hair down and scratches his nails lightly on her thigh as she snakes her arms around his waist. “Chanel again?”

Chanel Marten is MJ’s coworker and a petty, idiotic thorn in her side; every bit the LA bimbo with the stereotypical Barbie looks and meanness to match. When she isn’t calling MJ fat behind her back or constantly trying to undercut her to their bosses in light of an upcoming promotion they’re both up for, she’s actively hinting at how much she disapproves of MJ and Grayson together. She’s been a fan of the twins for years, and doesn’t make it a secret that she is very much attracted to Grayson, which MJ finds partly amusing and wholly fucking annoying.

“God, how do you let him go to those influencer parties alone?” Was what she asked earlier today at their office. She was scrolling through the series of photos on Grayson’s latest Instagram post from the night before, looking his sexiest in that half-open linen button-down and his Louis pants. “I wouldn't let him out of my sight in public if I were you.”

MJ glanced over at her blonde coworker and couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman to go through her man’s Instagram right in front of her. She didn’t acknowledge it, answering her question instead. “I trust him. And he’s not alone, he’s always with Ethan.”

Chanel twirled her hair and sighed, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. It was the end of the day on a Friday, and she probably could have gone home already, but had instead chosen to wheel her desk chair into MJ’s office across the hall from her own. For what, exactly, MJ didn’t know; they were far from friends, barely amicable coworkers at best. Antagonizing MJ was probably the start of a good weekend for Chanel.

Her suspicions were answered a moment later with Chanel’s next choice of words, her irritating vocal fry even more prominent than usual. “Yeah, but all of those IG models in one room, and you guys aren’t, like, super public. What if he wants a taste of what he doesn’t have?”

MJ squeezed her mouse in a death grip, but didn’t divert her gaze from her screen. “What are you implying, Chanel?” she asked irritatedly, her patience running at the thickness of a piece of paper for the bitch by then. She had already thrown MJ under the bus in their morning meeting with their bosses for something MJ’s intern had screwed up in their presentation, and MJ had caught her making snide comments in the break room about her ‘birthing hips’ and ‘thunder thighs’ to Annie the Asshole from Accounting. Annie was another coworker who, upon learning that MJ wouldn't invite Grayson along to after-work drinks simply so she could meet him, had immediately put MJ in her hypothetical burn book.

Right then, she finally had a moment to go back into their projections and fix what her intern Alessia had mistyped in the final presentation copy, and Chanel was only serving as both a reminder of her actions in the meeting and a distraction from her getting her work done.

MJ wanted nothing more than to be at home with Grayson by then, a tension headache creeping steadily up the back of her neck and into her temples. She had been the lead on this client presentation, so staying at the office until nine or ten at night hadn’t been an unusual occurrence lately; she was only glad by then that this was the end of a rough few weeks of work as soon as she was done fixing Alessia’s errors.

Chanel smirked but hid it as a simper of sympathy, clearly thrilled she was visibly getting under MJ’s skin. “I’m just saying, MJ, you’re super pretty, but, like, you don’t work out that much, right?I never see you in the gym here, or hear you mention going to one after work. I mean, Grayson being surrounded by girls who do fitness for a living would have to be like being in a candy store for him. We both know how much he cares about living a healthy lifestyle.”

She double-tapped the post, her too-long nails that were clearly trying to emulate Kylie Jenner’s or the like clicking obnoxiously against the screen, and sat back in her office chair. “I think if I were you, I’d quit this place and concentrate on building a following. Maybe try the fitness influencer route, yourself. It’s a pretty good trade-off, if you think about it; Grayson gives you clout, and you get snatched for him. And, you’d be able to keep a close eye on him. Boys will be boys, after all.”

That did it. Chanel Marten didn’t know her life, and she sure as hell didn’t know Grayson’s character. MJ finally took her attention off her iMac to give Chanel a glare that rivaled Lily’s ‘you’re dead to me’ look in How I Met Your Mother. It took every ounce of self control she possessed to hold herself back from acting on the overwhelming urge to punch Chanel’s newly-doctored nose.

Upon realizing MJ was done fucking around, Chanel’s smug smile slowly faded, until all pretenses were dropped, and the two women just stared at one another. No more fronts — not cordial coworkers anymore, but rival ones.

MJ knew what this girl was doing. Trying to make her insecure in her relationship with Grayson, and question her position in the firm so she wouldn’t go for the promotion. Chanel was as dumb as she looked if she thought either of these would work, but MJ had had enough of both her intelligence and her appearance being so blatantly insulted. She swiveled back to her computer and started doing the last couple of tweaks to the report that she had started before Chanel so rudely barged in.

“You know, next time you wanna pull a fast one and make me take the fall for an intern error, I’ll be happy to let Lacey know you’ve made us all rush this presentation by turning your last three sections of analytics in late, which is why I didn’t have time to review Alessia’s portion since I had to work your shit in last minute. I have time stamps on my email to prove it. Not to mention, the screen recordings of Snapchat stories of you at Saddle Ranch that someone showed me from the same nights you sent them. Should be pretty beneficial for my interview for Executive VP next month, don’t you think?”

MJ smiled and emailed the altered report back to her boss, Lacey, and made sure her computer was completely locked down before reaching into a cabinet for her purse and lunchbox. She stood and looked down at Chanel, who had her arms crossed tightly and her overfilled lips pursed so they were unusually pale and thin. MJ was going to leave it at that, but she was very much done being the bigger person, and a brief moment of pettiness came over her.

“And I hope you do find a man as good as Gray one day; maybe having someone as kind and real as him will make you less of a cold-hearted bitch.” MJ dug her keys out of her purse, motioning with her eyes from Chanel to the open door. “Now, please get out of my office. I’m ready to go home to my amazing, faithful, sexy boyfriend.”

Chanel scoffed and rolled her eyes but did as she was told, rolling back to her desk and giving MJ the cold shoulder as she breezed past her office.

“I didn’t fucking do anything to her,” MJ whines into Grayson’s neck after relaying all of this to him. Her bravado and smugness towards Chanel had dropped almost as soon as she reached her car in the parking garage of her downtown office building. Her insecurities had crept into her brain to join her full-fledged migraine and made driving home in traffic an even bigger nightmare than usual. “She’s hated me since the day I started there, no matter how nice I’ve tried to be.”

“She’s jealous, baby,” Grayson murmurs at once, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “You’ve come in and been there half the time she has, done the same job way better than her, and got recognized for it. Nobody likes to be outshone.”

MJ sighs and squeezes him reflexively as she moves on to the other half of Chanel’s dislike for her. “And it’s like getting bullied by the head cheerleader in high school. She basically told me I was too fat for you and that I don’t work out enough to ‘keep up with your healthy lifestyle.’” She lets out a little mirthless huff of laughter. “I mean, usually she says it behind my back to Annie the Asshole from Accounting, so I guess I should be appreciative that she at least had the decency to say it in so many words to my face tonight.”

Grayson sits in silence for a moment, seething internally at the thought that some dumb bitch who doesn’t know him in the slightest could have the nerve to talk to and about his girlfriend like that. He reaches for his phone on the couch next to them. “First of all, you're not fat, and I’d love you just the same even if you were. Second, give me all her at’s. I’m blocking this girl on everything.”

God, could the man get any more perfect? MJ sits up some and cups his face, shaking her head with a small smile. “No, no, it’s okay, Bear. I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me. If anything, I’d want you to post a thirst trap just so she can see what’s not her’s. What’s mine.”

“I think that could be arranged tonight,” he smirks, giving her a chaste kiss.

She attempts to smile back, but it turns into a grimace as her head gives a massive throb out of nowhere. “Shit,” she mumbles, pressing her fingertips against her temples. Grayson gives her a concerned look before she explains, “Headache.”

It takes all of three seconds for Grayson to secure one arm around her back and hook the other under her knees, standing and holding her bridal style. “Come on,” he says, like she really has a choice in the matter, and starts carrying her to their room. MJ wraps her arms around his neck and nuzzles her head into his shoulder with her eyes closed to block out the evening sun. “We’re taking a bath, then I’ll order dinner to eat in bed while we have a movie night.”

MJ nods gratefully. As usual, he knows exactly what she needs. “Ratatouille?”

Grayson chuckles at the hopeful tone in her voice. Ratatouille is one of MJ’s ‘sick’ movies; something quiet and nostalgic that offers that weird feeling of peace that you need when you just don’t feel good. “Of course, Ratatouille.”

He sits her on the counter once they reach the ensuite bathroom and pinches her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, planting a warm, lingering kiss on her lips; not heated, but comforting. Just what she needs in that moment.

“Stay put,” he commands quietly. MJ agrees and starts to unbutton her blouse as she watches Grayson step into the closet, pulling out one of her favorite t-shirts of his and a pair of his boxers. He puts the folded items next to her on the counter and helps her untuck the shirt from her cigarette trousers, tossing it in the dry-cleaning pile before reaching into one of her drawers and retrieving her makeup wipes.

MJ sighs and closes her eyes as she lets him gently drag the fresh-smelling cloth against the skin of her face. They aren't part of her usual skincare regimen, but Grayson has been exposed to her routine long enough and is perceptive enough to know that they’re for late nights, or ones like tonight, when she just doesn't have the energy to do more.

It feels better than if she had been able to get herself to use face wash and toner and such, anyways. The coolness of it and pressure of his fingers feel wonderful against her eyes and cheeks, alleviating some of the pain there momentarily.

MJ flutters her eyes open when he’s done. “Thank you, Bear,” she sighs, which he replies to with a kiss before walking over to the soaking tub. She hops off the counter and unbuckles her belt and pants, then unhooks her bra and steps out of her underwear.

Her reflection in the mirror glares back at her, Grayson in the background fiddling with the knobs on the tub to get the temperature of the water just right. She watches his muscles ripple with the slightest movements, his abs outlined through the fabric of his t-shirt, and can’t help but focus back in on herself. There’s some extra squish around her upper thighs and arms that no amount of training would get rid of; a softness to her tummy that probably comes from her undying love of Oreos, which are her nighttime vice. When she compares the two of them in this intimate space, maybe Chanel was right…

“Stop that.”

MJ startles a little and looks up in the mirror from where she had unconsciously started pinching and picking at what were really the bits of healthy pudginess under her skin, to find Grayson standing directly behind her. The harshness in his tone makes her withdraw and blush some, embarrassed that he had caught her at such an insecure moment.

He wraps his arms around her middle, his open palms brushing against the skin of her belly. His touch both warms her insides and causes them to erupt in nervous tingles. For some reason, MJ has a hard time seeing the two of them like this, with her completely naked and him fully clothed. She isn't afraid, never with Grayson, but she feels incredibly vulnerable in a way she isn't used to with him.

Grayson presses a kiss to the back of her head and makes sure they have eye contact through the mirror before he continues. “I’ll be damned if I let some idiot girl who doesn't matter to either of us make you feel like you’re not enough, MJ. You’re perfect, you hear me? You’re perfect, and I wouldn't change one inch of you, inside or out. Please don’t pick yourself apart like that.”

His voice holds a mixture of conviction and sadness, and MJ bites her lip as she sinks her back into his chest, her arms folding around his at her waist. She brushes her palm across the crisp, dark hairs covering one of his forearms.

“I could work out a little harder, though,” she murmurs after a few seconds of silence. “And cut back on a few carbs.”

Grayson looks at her incredulously. She’s lean and athletic, but it’s impossible to have the juicy, natural perfection of her ass and those breasts without a little extra, which he actually adores; she’s the very definition of slim-thick, a beautiful personification of the word.

He isn’t sure what kills him more inside: to think he hasn’t made it abundantly clear to her that he loves every square inch of her body; or if girls, society, whoever it is, make her think that the hard work she puts into her physique isn’t enough simply because she has a body type that isn’t what Instagram or people like Chanel deem ‘perfect’.

Either way, he’s going to rectify things right this instant.

“First of all, MJ, I know exactly how hard you work out; I’m doing it every morning with you, five days a week at 6 AM, remember? I’m the last person to lie to anyone about how much effort they give in their fitness. I know how hard you push yourself.”

He spins her around and cups her cheeks in his big hands. His stomach withers and his heart hurts when he sees the faint glitter of tears illuminating her emerald green eyes, making him want to be extra sure his next words are heard loud and clear. “Second, if I ever see that family sized box of double-stuffed Oreos in the trash, not empty, I’ll have a meltdown wondering where the hell my girlfriend went. Please, MJ. Those girls at your work are miserable cunts who only want what they can’t have. Don’t bring that energy back here, on us. I love you, exactly as you are.”

MJ takes a moment and considers his words before relenting with a nod. He’s right. Chanel and Annie should be the last things she’s thinking about when she’s got the man of her dreams right in front of her, saying all the right things and bringing her back to reality with his sweet, supportive words.

“I’m sorry,” she sighs, leaning in for a tight hug from him. “I love you, too.”

“Don’t apologize,” Gray assures, rubbing her back soothingly. “Let’s have a nice, relaxing night now, okay?”

MJ nods, pulling away enough from his body to grasp the hem of his t-shirt. He wags his brows playfully as he lifts his arms so she can pull the garment over his head, and gives her a quick smile before ducking down to kiss her.

She seems to be feeling slightly better, and a weight lifts from his chest at the realization. “Don’t distract me,” he mumbles against her lips after they make out lazily for a few moments. “Or our bath will overflow.”

“Don’t be so perfect, then,” she says back with a smirk, giving his ass a little swat as he returns to the tub and drops a Lush bath bomb and a chunk of bubble bar into the water.

While he does that, MJ opens one of the medicine cabinets. She isn’t big on taking pills, but she relents today and pops an Excedrin as her head pounded again. Once she swallows it with a handful of water from the sink, she starts to pile her hair into a bun, but is stopped by Gray’s grip on her forearm.

Her eyes had zoned out on a random spot on the counter, but at the pressure of his hand she looks up in the mirror to see him as naked as she is. “Don’t be silly,” he chides lightly, a smile toying at the corners of his lips. “You’re getting the full treatment tonight, Peach. I’ve got your shampoo and conditioner ready to go over there.”

He pulls gently down on her arm, and her hair tumbles back down over her shoulders and back as she lets him tug her to the warm, foamy water.

Ten minutes later, the Excedrin has kicked in, soft music from their ‘chill’ playlist plays through Grayson’s phone on the edge of the tub, and his strong fingers are creating heavenly relief for her as they scrub at her scalp. She’s totally relaxed in front of him, letting his broad chest and shoulders cocoon her smaller frame as her eyes droop and she moans lightly.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, sweetheart,” he whispers in her ear, making her shiver despite the steaming water they sit in. She snuggles closer to his warmth. “And I’m sorry you have to deal with those assholes every day.”

It takes a moment for her brain to form the words, but she hums contentedly in reply. “It’s okay. Don’t know what I’d do without you, though, Gray.”

It’s so true. She has never been the girl to be codependent on anyone, let alone the man she’s in a relationship with, but Gray has achieved that honor in a matter of a year and a half. Probably earlier, if she were being honest with herself, but her adult life before him was a blur. She’s forgotten what it was like to not have him by her side, and she doesn’t want to imagine a scenario in the future where he isn’t.

He finishes washing her hair, lulling her into an even deeper trance when he moves her dark, wet locks over one shoulder so he can massage her neck with deep presses of his thumbs into her tight muscles. His fingers are nimble and dexterous, strengthened by his renewed passion for rock climbing, and are perfect for loosening the tension under her skin.

“Mmm, fuck,” she moans, not meaning for it to come out quite so pornographic, but she feels nearly orgasmic in the relief his hands are bringing her. Speaking of… “You’re gonna get the best head tomorrow, I promise.”

Grayson chuckles, squeezing her shoulders now, too. MJ feels him twitch against her lower back, but he says in her ear, “I’m not doing this for you to return the favor. I just want to be the one to make you feel better. Because I love you, and you’re mine, and you deserve it.”

“I know you’re not,” MJ smiles. “That only makes me want to do it even more.”

He grins and moves his hands further down her back beneath the water, massaging his knuckles into the soft skin there as well before coasting up her sides. He cups her breasts as MJ sinks back against him, her breathing picking up the slightest bit as his hands work magic there, too.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his hot breath flowing straight into her ear and sending goosebumps flaring over her skin.

More than okay, she thinks. MJ nods, and gasps when his hands pinch her nipples gently between his ring and middle fingers, tugging slightly. She takes his large hand off her right breast and sinks it into the water, straight to her center, her legs already parting to welcome him.

“Just rub me,” she whispers, eyes closed as he doesn’t hesitate to obey. “Circles, like this.”

MJ guides his fingers over her clit for a moment to show him exactly what she wants, but this isn’t their first rodeo and Gray knows perfectly well what he’s doing. She lets him take over and simply lies back against him as he expertly brings her higher and higher, until she’s falling over the edge, twitching in his arms and moaning sweetly.

Grayson tilts her head back to kiss him, sighing into her mouth as she twists in his arms to straddle him. He’s completely hard now, and she takes him in her hand instinctively. Twenty minutes ago, sex was the last thing on her mind, but she feels so good and relaxed now that she doesn’t hesitate to line him up and sink down slowly on his dick.

She grins smugly when his eyes fly open and he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, completely surprised by a warm wetness that is vastly different from that of the bathwater. When she had stroked him in her hand he thought she might jerk him off, but her pussy, still deliciously tight from her orgasm, isn’t what he’s prepared for as he becomes slowly encased in it.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t meant for it to last long, because he’s so overwhelmed and caught off-guard it only takes a couple of minutes max of her grinding up and down on him while she whispers hot, dirty things in his ear, for him to shoot deep inside her.

“Shit,” he huffs out with a little laugh as she raises herself up enough for him to slip out of her pussy. “Did you just give me the equivalent of a hand job with your vagina? I know that wasn’t for you.”

She giggles and sits back in his lap, shrugging as she nuzzles his nose with hers. “What can I say, I’m feeling lazy tonight and that seemed like the faster option. Are you complaining?”

Grayson shakes his head vehemently. “Of course not, but I didn't want you to do any work tonight.” His brows pinch a bit and his lips turn down into a pout. “Are you okay? How’s your head?”

MJ smiles softly and brushes his cheek with pruned fingertips. Even post-orgasm, he’s still concerned only about her. “Better, Gray-bear. Thank you.”

God, she loves him so much. She can’t resist wiping her hands on the towel and reaching behind him to grab his phone to capture him in that moment. His hair has gone curly in the humidity of the bathroom; the light from the window shines perfectly on his chiseled face, making his sex-eyes nearly pure green and illuminating his full lips that have curled into a small, crooked smile as he realizes her intention. She laughs when he takes it upon himself after a few serious snaps to play up to the camera, scooping up some of the bubbles and blowing them off his palm while giving her a joking, coquettish expression. Finally, she puts her back against his chest once again and they take a couple of goofy, up-angle shots, close-ups of their faces.

Photoshoot over, Grayson sighs and hugs her tight to him as he sucks kisses up and down the sides of her neck while she goes through the pictures. He’s making her head swim, but she manages to determine three of her favorites and doesn’t even bother editing them before adding a simple heart emoji in the caption and posting them to his Instagram once she earns his approval.

She turns around to put the phone back on the ledge before leaning in to plant her lips on his, slipping her tongue between them sensually. She could kiss this man forever, but eventually they start slowing down. MJ moves her kisses to his sharp jawline, trailing her mouth across and down until she gets to his neck freckle. She gives it a peck before pulling back, meeting his hooded gaze with warm eyes. It feels so good to just give each other these little bouts of physical affection with no real end goal. Just enjoying each other’s company, in their own space, caressed by the comforting warmth and scents of the bath.

Eventually, MJ peels herself away from him and stands up. Grayson stares up at her adoringly, admiring the way the water cascades over her body and rains down back into the tub. “C’mon, I’m hungry.”

She looks like a naiad with her long, dark hair covering her tits and dripping sensual trails of warm water down the dips and curves of her body. As if she doesn’t look delectable enough to him right now, her pussy is inadvertently right in his face, and his hand instantly reaches up to touch her. “Me too,” he growls, his fingertips tracing her lower lips and parting them so her clit is exposed. His mouth literally starts to water as he thinks about her earthy taste and her slippery arousal coating his tongue.

Just as he’s ducking in to swipe his tongue over her slit, MJ grips a handful of his hair and stops him, tilting his head back with that grip to make him look up at her questioningly. “Not now,” she says, taking her turn to scratch her nails along his scalp for a moment. “Still sensitive. And actually starving; I had to spend my entire lunch break fixing part of that report.”

Grayson nods understandingly and lifts the plug in the drain before standing up as well. “Then let’s get some Monty’s in you, hm?”

“That sounds amazing,” she agrees, her stomach growling right on cue.

They both chuckle and Grayson helps her step out of the tub before wrapping her up in a big, fluffy towel. He kisses her nose, then her lips, and retreats into the closet with his own towel to find fresh PJs for himself.

An hour later, they’re chowing down on some burgers and shoestring fries together in the fresh blankets of their bed while Ratatouille plays through the projector. And Chanel’s stupid username hasn’t popped up once in his likes or comments.

[ruewrote]

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.

© ruewrote.

[faithinthefuture-louis]

This is hella sweet and adorable. My heart.

[stolenatbirth]

This is my second book, after my author surprisingly got robbed in her own house. I  guarantee the Voto family hired someone to break in and steal my book, (ALTHOUGH I can’t prove it.) Who would take everything, especially 3 books and leave needles hanging around!  A junkie would be in and out as fast as they

Can!  I found an identical twin during covid as this evil family never wanted me near a computer!  The odds of finding what I found is 1 and 3 trillion!  I went to

a DNA Lab who said, “Sir, we have no time today we are really busy!  I said van you do me one favor?  The wonderful lady saif sure what is it?  She asked? I should have the pictures of me and my “twin”.  I said, “Can you look at these?

She said, “who is that boy?”  I said, “can you repeat yourself, I’m deaf in my left ear from Hilti guns doing construction.  My whole life!”  She said again, “who is

that boy?  I said, Exactly!  The boy on the left in the Buffalo Bills coat is supposedly a cousin I never meet in my life!  The boy on the right is me!!  She

said “OMG how did you find this?  I said God is good isn’t He?  She said absolutely.  She then said son his birthday!  I replied with evidence, August 20, 1969!!  She then said your birthday?  I said Nov 6, 1969!  She then said, OMG

then she said your birth weight?  I said, 9 lbs 5 oz. 

Then she said, “Son I have owned this lab for 30 years and have never seen anything Like this!!  Come in! ”  She said.  “First thing are these people military?

I said yes, 2 potatoe peelers, and 1 high Air Force Major!  She said,  “Son, if you went to any other lab in the US, they would have covered this up. I have seen it for years, and specialize in Immigration DNA!  This is not your family!  That is your

Identical twin brother!  They would have taken your swabs that you contaminated in plastic baggies anyway and covered up!  She brought me in and guided me on how to properly do the DNA in a newspaper that can hold the DNA 2 weeks if you

don’t put in freezer!  “If” you  put in freezer within that time it will last for 100 years!  She then said, the government already have you tracked since birth.  You

need to hire a private genealogist!!  Then she said go to a DNA lab of the government for evidence and do the tst for fun, just to verify this evil!!  Child trafficking and harvesting is a 500 billion $ industry.  She also said you found your

twin!  Now you have to find your parents and brothers and sisters if any!  Nick Dolan had one sister listed. She said “don’t worry you found him now find the rest!

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So, lets start my life story of abuse and the pathological and narcissistic family of lies!! First Lie!!  I was told my whole life, I jumped off my 2 story porch on 115 Morrison Ave, Somerville, MA.  My phone number was 627-666-9334! I jumped for my sneaker and landed on my head, 2 stories!?!  Mary Voto “said” she ran up and down the street holding my head together til her mother arrived!  We only had one car at that time! Johnny Voto was a truck driver for Olympia Trucking at the time!  They supposedly brought me to the hospital!! This was a lie  of a lifetime I would have been dead at 2 years old, if that happened my skull was too

Soft to live through a fall like that!  When I confronted John Voto he was Deputy Chief of Police of Tewksbury, MA.  My fake brother in 2022 on a phone call brought up the story!  He “denied” that happened at that house.  He said, which was the first pathological lie from him.  This is a loser  fake brother that has known

For years I was taken at birth.  Such pure evil! 

Somerville at the  time of my childhood was called slumberville.  It was a poor city!  Where we used to play sports on the streets and swim in the city pool when I was open and “if”we didn’ make it there!  The fire hydrant would do!  We used to steal carts from Johnny’s Food Master for go cart wheels so we could have fun!  At 6 years of age my cousin (we used to call each other that). Mickey Ma221 and I used to throw rocks at cars!   We got caugjt one day as the man from one of the cars chased us o 125 Morrison Ave, my abducted house!  We were hiding under the porch when he found us!  He asked where we lived.  I said, upstairs!  Mikey said he lived there too because he didn’t  want to get into trouble!  But as I have always told the truth to adults I said he lives around the corner!  Well that didn’t go well.  That’s when the beatings started coming!  The abuse from Johnny was horrible!  At 7 years old I loved playing with matches.  My friend Damien McCaferty who lived 2 houses away actually was flicking matches in his front yard!  It was a dry summer so the grass went up and caught fire.  By the time it was put out we burnt a 10 by 20 ft section of his yard!  Well his dad  came over and told Johnny Voto that night what we did!  Well,  Johnny took my hands and put them over an open flame on the stove to burn.  So I would learn my lesson as his wife was screaming out of the top of  her lungs!  I was concentrating on not to cry

and ignored the pain!  This guy wasn’t going to break me. I learned how to block the pain  out.  That didn’t stop me from playing with matches a couple of weeks later while I stayed home from school.  I was in  the back porch flickering matches in the trash and it went up in fire.  I watched it for a minute and woke  Mary and said the porch is on fire!  We  put it out as the rails  to the porch were charred from

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the fire!  We hid it for a long time!  Can’t remember the punishment for that one!   Thank God!  Around 8ish I was placed in the Montessori School for the gifted kids!  I excelled there, and was  at Powder House Park!  We were not allowed to talk or know each others  names!  It was crazy!  The other kids were chartered in

from other towns across  the state!  We went in every day and grabbed our totes

with our daily work in them!  1 hour before we left we went over the daily work.

We swapped over answers to the person next  to us so we didn’t cheat!  If we got 100 on any of the sections and sniffs of different smells of fruit!   As I remember Montessori School a lot oit6 was mathematics, strategies, tactics,  logics!  It was

nothing  like regular school and nothing  like the say now a days of God.  I just

got sick of the quiet and no recess!  I remember looking at Somerville High School

kids playing in playground as I was waiting for my bus to go home!  Wishing I there!  Mary Voto would go for parent teacher every month  to that school.  Not like regular parent teacher every report card.   So I was so sick  and depressed of being there I dropped my grades and slept from Feb to June on my desk to get out of there!  To get back to my real friends at Lowell School and be normal again.  Man the torture in that  house  continued when John and Mary  went out!  Stephen

and John used to make me kiss the babysitter!  I think that’s where my bad boy an hormones  started kicking in.  But as we grew older the would be baby sitter  would torture me! To the point I would fight back!  One time got me so bad!  I went after them with a broom as I was 8 years old.  I took the broom and railed back to swing at them that I smashed  through Johnny’s light show. Basically strobe lights that moved with the music.  When he had his friends over  he used to do his drugs and  used with the lights off! And music and lights going! Well that

night wasn’t a night to remember we all got beatings for talking too much when

we were up in our room at bedtime.  I never had my own bed in Somerville.  I guess we know why now!  I was taken at birth!  So I would sleep on the floor!

Of fight with Stephen to move over and let me sleep with him!  Most of the time

I just took to the floor.  Stephen  was the type of child if you won a fight he would

Come at you with a weapon. How do you think out of Somerville to 80 Green Meadow Dr Tewksbury I started  excelling in sports as I had long blond hair an

dressed differently than country people.  I was in second grade when I moved!  I

was outcast and no one wanted to be friends with me because I was different.  I hated going to school especially on the bus where a neighbor  down the street used to torture me.  Her name was Holly Athertin!  It took about 6 months to adjust as I

was all alone!  My brothers were a couple of years older.  I don’t know what they were going through!  As I look back  I was always separated from those two.  When I went  to see relatives I was always by myself.  Stephen and John went together.  I remember the day I fit in  like yesterday!       3.    

They were playing kick ball and let me join in! I kicked that ball farther than anyone has ever seen!  From that moment I was popular! It was like back in Somerville when I played sports with the other boys!  I was the MVP of my street hockey team that lost in the finals!  As I was 2 to 3 years younger than all of them!

I loved every sport I played; BMX, football, basketball, English horseback riding,

wrestling!  The only good thing that evil Mary Voto did for me was sneak me out

in her an, for sports, when her husband hardly let her drive us anywhere!  He was an evil controlling man! Never cared about us.  But his damn cars and drugs!  It wasn’t easy for Steven and John either!  But, I wasn’t they’re real brother and I didn’t deserve any of this nightmare!  I used to try to stay over my friends house overnight at 11 and 12 and teen years; just so I could get away from that evil house! We used to watch Mary make or buy dinner for us!  But we had to wait for that evil man to eat first and we would get and scavenge for whatever scraps were left; and it was awful! I was always hungry and starving at elementary school!!

My stomach was always growling in class before lunch!   I was so embarrassed!

All of us growing up in the 70’s and 80’s were not to talk about whats going on in the home we lived in!  My great friend Sheila Foster just passed away last year! She was one of my best friends in Tewksbury growing up with my other best friend Brad Homola! Sheila used to come to all my childhood sports games rain or shine. Boy its tough to talk about!  I used to always look for her to make sure she was there to watch me!  She was like a sister that I never had, and missed everyday!  Brad  and I used to go to her house a lot!  We actually got caught sleeping in her tiny closet.  It was so funny when I first met her mother and around 4am.  In that closet  Brad literally had our legs up on the wall it was that small! She opened the door and said, “I knew there were boys here!  Lol!  First before Brad and I could say a word was Sheila yelling out “Ma, that’s Jason you would like him. You talked to him on the phone all the time!  Lol!  This story  has been told to

so many laughs over the years!  I will always be remembered  as so will she! Such a great friend and woman!  Looking back on my detailed memory  my Godmother call me Jakey Vovo where would you get that name as my name was Jason!!! But

we soon will know the truth!   My Tewksbury neighborhood was all great friends.  We did everything together till we hit junior high!  We all went our separate ways.

I will never say I was a perfect child!  I came into my looks early an took full advantage  of it with the girls!  Lost my virginity to the neighbor at 12 years old! That year is when I fell in love with baseball!  I excelled at it!  My neighbor Lee

Cowir  was like the bad news bears coach.  He was always drinking beers on the way to games and way home!  He was a good guy!  I was talented as you will see,  

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as my son, now plays in the majors.  Later on in the story I will give his name!  The abuse started with my gay cousin Mike, Susans’ brother whose father raped half of the family!  Jimmy Stewart!  Mike did just stupid things like spin the bottle and touching my penis! Jimmy took me to work one day, as I will never forget!

We were delivering peanut butter to Teddy Peanut Butter in Charleston MA! As

we were pulling out he asked to see my penis!  I was only 10 years old!  He just touched it thank God!  But, later in life, I found out he raped my aunt Eileen when she was a teen!  That is Jimmy’s wife’s little sister!  This man was a pig!  Then at

covid Emme Stewart called me and was depressed! I said Emma listen I just found my identical twin brother as that Voto family tried to lock me up with lied!  I said, is everything ok?  She said sadly yes!  She then said Jason remember when my mother died of breast cancer?  I was 15 years old!  I said yes!  She said we were at a family function as you came over to me and said Emma any boys mess with you, you call or come see me!  Well, after you walked away I said to my grandmother Pat, a Stewart who was my favorite aunt! Emma.  I said, grandma he doesn’t look like them, and he doesn’t act like them!!  Pat’s shunned her in silence and said Emma please don’t ever say that again, As we know now years later why she said

that!  Back to childhood, I was always separated from those 2 fake brothers of mine when I went to see my Nana or  I went to see my grandfather Arthur Dolan on the other side of the family!  I went up to Grand Lake Stream Maine for a week

with Arthur.  By the way this all came out.  My fake mother told her sisters, when Arthur died not to tell anyone of his death!  Evil!  Mary’s younger sister Barbara

Dolan Storella said!  Mary that is impossible!! There is a little thing called the internet and Facebook, not to mention Twitter! This evil woman knew if we drove

way up to Maine for his wake, I would see my own brother and sisters eyes and know they were my family!  Pure evil!  I remember I loved my grandfather now knowing he was really my uncle!  I was 8 years old when he took me to Grand Lake Stream to his acres of land!  We called it the Poor Farm.  I don’t know why

they just did!  He took me  for a week as Stephen John and his son David were up

there that summer before me!  The cleaned and worked doing landscaping and ripping weeds out of the pond!  When I was there I was getting into mischief.  I would let the air out of his farming tractor!  Try to clime down a 300 ft well.  Boy was I a hyper kid!  Well we were going home from my grandfather put me on a raft in his little pond!  He said just float around while I mow the farm!  I was like  good luck with that!  The tires were very low!  He said we are gonna leave at 10am

to go to the dog track in Seabrook!  Post time is 12:30pm. We don’t want to be late! Gramps was a big gambler!  Back in the day he had his own dogs and kennel!  He got them from Ireland and had many champions!     5.

I found out later in life!  Well when he finished mowing we were all packed up and ready to go!  We got in the car! He said, Jason let me see your penis!! I was in shock!  Because this was the first uncomfortable moment in my life!  But thinking back now, he just wanted to make sure I was a stallion! He didn’t touch me or anything!  We just went on our way!  We got to Seabrook on time for the first race. For this is when I learned I had mathematics in me!  He showed me in 2 minutes how to read the program book of the dogs!  How the break out of the gate and how they go in every quarter of mile of the track! I figured it out quickly!  He was letting me pick trifectors for $2.00, which means they have to come in exact order!

I really wanted to win! The first on I picked 2 out of 3 came in!   I was so close!

The second one I picked threw a long shot in! I could read the odds on the board outside on the track!  I picked 8, 4, 1.  It came in! I knew I won a good sum of money!  I said gramps, I won!  He smiled and said, yes!  So I followed him up to the ticket counter.  I knew it was $1,$4.00. In these days of mid 70’s it was like

$1800.00 in 20 20’s.  The teller handed him the money, and he put in his left pocket as I was not taking my eyes off of him!  He said he had to go to the bathroom. I followed him and pretended to pee next to him. When he was done

I was done! He wenet to wash his hands and I said, Gramps am I gonna get that $?

He said ya fella and he reah4d in his left pocket and handed it to me.  Looking back now, I knew he was debating to just give me $20.  But he gave me it all! I

Was so excited!  I bought a BMX as all my friends had one!  I started racing BMX for awhile and I excelled at it!  All my friends had custom Red1nes GTS Hutch bikes I only had a Murray that was store bought!  I was still beating them!  It wasn’t about the bike!  It was about the strength in your legs! As I started getting into my teens.  And in puberty I started dating a lot of girls..a lot! My grandmother had a beach house at Salisbury Beach and I did not like her very much. No, she was a mean evil woman!  As during covid my step aunt Ann told me that my grandfather used to say David and Lisa his youngest of 7 were not his kids!  We used to go up to her beach house in the summer and Stephen always stayed as I would wiggle my way in!   It was my only way to get out of that evil housee!  I was meeting girls left and right but, every Saturday I would be depressed as their family vacation would be over!  They would  leave and I had no way really of seeing them again!  I was only 12  - 15 years old during this time!  So I had no

license!  But that Saturday night I got so used to another one I would find it would wipe that sorrow away! One time there was this girl Gail Mannings I slept with out of many 1,116 women I counted! Yes, 1,116 is correct! We had sex on the side of 495 Park and Ride after the movies!  After we were done having sex, she said

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you were way better than your brother Stephen!  I was horrified! Back to a childhood “trauma”! I was 12 years old coming home from school!  I just found

3 baby bunnies!  I was trying to save!  I came home and to my horrific surprise

The hair was ripped out of them!  I asked that evil Mary Voto what happened to my bunnies, I was so upset and angry!  She said Mac our dog got to them! So I

went out and hit poor Mac as I was watching these poor innocent bunnies die in

pain!  Come to find out Shirley Dolan, Mary’s sister’s daughter plucked those poor bunnies hair out!  Yes, another Devil’s sister!  Shirley was a mentally ill woman!

She had sex with her own brother Danny Dolan.  I found this out through Danny’s wife!  Picked up the phone one day as Danny and Shirley were talking on the phone!  His wife Karen overheard Danny Saying, “Shirley you were the best sex of my life!  Danny just opened a can of worms!  His wife went downstairs where Danny hung out on down time! She rubbished through his things! Only to find more evidence as to her surprise, she found pictures of men preforming head to Danny in his military boxes! That he used as storage!  This was a sick Dolan family!  That evil Mary Voto tried, lying in Lowell courts during covid! Said I was saying her sister was my mother!  What a sick woman lying under oath!  Shirley Kinsell, a Dolan is my mother, her aunt!  The evil this family is!  Boy were they

Desperate to medicate me!  Back to my childhood detailed memories!  As I said

I was a good athlete! I came home one night with Brian Alyward who was a great

Athlete and David French!  We walked through the garage!  I was happy hanging out with these kids!  We opened the finish basement door!  Where Johnny and his friend Bobby Bertrand were! Man did he pot smoke blow out!  As they were sitting there stoned and coked out of their minds!   Dave and Brian called their parents for

a ride home!  They knew to leave situations like that in those days!  I was never so

embarrassed and ashamed of this piece of shit household I grew up in!  These people were not made to have children!  Brian and Dave never looked at me the same!  I don’t blame them! All my neighbors…we were so close and used to always hang out in our neighborhood!  Playing spin the bottle, drinking, stealing weed from Johnny’s stash and whatever was available we found and experimented with!  In our teens!  But more embarrassment came when they found naked pictures of John and Mary in their night stand!  Disgusting! And it was bad for

Stephen and John too!  It was always something.  Just when we had dinner, Mary

Would feed that evil husband of hers, and we got to scavenge for whatever was left over! There were so many hidden secrets in that house! One of her brothers Eddy Dolan used to smoke weed like cigarettes, and had a pilot’s license as a boy that he got caught smuggling marijuana from Mexico to the States in the 1970’s.  He spent

time in Mexican prisons.   He used to come up to his mother’s beach house and walk around the beach with a joint in his ear like it was normal! I never got why the State  troopers never arrested him as we walked by them!  Now back to Danny Dolan the degenerate of the family when I used to stay at their original house in

Salisbury on long school vacations!

[poguesholland]

could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to

hope you enjoyed your day/night <333

-al

This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3

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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.

The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.

“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.

You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.

Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.

You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.

“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.

Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.

Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.

Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.

You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.

“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.

Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.

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grayson through the years